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dreamescapeswriting · 4 months ago

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Worth The Wait ~ MYG

WORD COUNT: 3.3K

GENRE: established relationships, old friends to lovers, soft, sweet, cute, yoongi having a crush, dancer reader, reunited, kiss, soft, sweet

PAIRING: Yoongi x Fem!Reader

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - September 2024

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a/n: i hope i did this right for you? I lost the original screenshot and im so scared this is all wrong <3 I did try my hardest with it so I hope it comes across that way. This was for the "american" yoongi song request.

You were a talented dancer on BTS's American tour, every time they came to the US you were on the team first of who they wanted on stage. It was something that made you tingle every time you got the call that you were asked to come back for them. After working with them for the first year you'd gotten pretty close with Jimin and Hoseok. You figured it was because the three of you were naturally born dancers but there was nothing more there than friendship between you.

However, what you didn't realize was that over the years of working closely with each of the boys, Yoongi was harbouring a crush on you and it was getting closer and closer to the end of the tour and he could feel his chance with you slipping away before his very eyes.

Yoongi had sat quietly in the back of the rehearsal studio, watching as you and Jimin executed your routine with synchronized grace. The two of you had been working on the routine for filter which only made Yoongi feel a little more jealous at the thought of Jimin having his hands all over you.

You were dazzling under the dim lights, every move captivating him in ways he couldn’t explain, his heart raced with every move of your body, his palms sweaty as he imagined himself being the one to dance with you instead of Jimin. He sighed deeply, realizing he had it bad and that there was no way out of this for him, not without confessing at least. But how could he even do that?

There was the chance you'd shoot him down or even laugh in his face and then you'd never want to work with them again. He wasn't going to risk you losing the gig you loved because he found himself falling for you.

"You should say something," Hoseok whispered as he dropped down beside Yoongi, Yoongi quickly tore his gaze away from you and acted as though he had no idea what Hoseok was talking about.

"We all see it, Hyung," Hoseok smirked, Yoongi narrowed his eyes at the younger man and shook his head trying to play dumb.

"See what?" He mumbled a little as you finished your routine with Jimin and he cursed himself for not watching you smile at the end. Your smile at the end of every dance was the largest and he'd give anything to see it every single second of the day if he could. There was something about it that just made his heart race and his skin clammy.

"The way You watch her," Hoseok was at least trying to keep his voice down since there was a chance you'd be able to hear him if you were close enough.

"You make me sound like a freak," Yoongi grumbles, running his hands through his hair. Did he really watch you that much? Did you even notice him the way that he noticed you?

God, he couldn't remember the last time he'd ever gotten like this over a girl but it must have been when he was in school.

"No, but we all notice the way you watch her. How you're always there in case she's coming to practice. You didn't even have to be here today," Hoseok chuckled softly and Yoongi felt his skin heating up. It was true, he didn't need to be here for today's practice but he'd thrown in the excuse that he wanted to come for one practice before tomorrow.

"I'll see you guys tomorrow for stage practice," You called out, throwing the boys a giant smile, you glanced in Yoongi's direction and waved. Your smile shifted from the bright one you'd given the rest of the boys to a small shy one for Yoongi and he felt his skin heating up more as he waved goodbye.

Jimin, ever perceptive, noticed and rushed straight over to Yoongi and smirked at him.

"Don't-"

"You’ve been staring at Y/N a lot lately, hyung," Jimin said as he looked at him, Yoongi's cheeks were now a bright red colour as he shook his head,

"I was just telling him this," Hoseok laughs softly, earning a glare from Yoongi,

"What? No, I was just… watching the choreography." Jimin laughed, taking a seat beside him as he wrapped his arm around his shoulder and shook his head.

"You’ve been watching her more than the choreography." Yoongi paused, knowing Jimin wasn’t wrong and that he'd been caught by not just Hoseok but by Jimin as well. He had developed feelings for you over the past few months, and it had become harder to keep them to himself. Harder to stop himself from watching you or being near you when his body cried out to be close to you every single second of the day,

"Okay, maybe I have a bit of a crush," Yoongi muttered to them both before they exchanged grins,

"A bit? Hyung, you barely even watch our rehearsals anymore unless she's involved." Jimin laughed softly at him, earning an eye roll from Yoongi but a small smile tugged on his lips.

"I don’t know what to do about it though. She’s close to you and Hoseok, and I don’t want to mess anything up. What if I ask her out and she never works with us again? I don't want to take her dream away from her..." He trailed off as the boys looked at him.

Jimin looks at him. It was something that he worried about as well knowing his friend had a crush on someone they worked so closely with but if he didn't try he wouldn't know.

"You like her a lot, right?" He asked as Yoongi nodded his head. He might even love you but he wasn't going to say that to anybody else just yet.

"Y/N’s great, and honestly, I think you should just go for it. Why don’t you invite her to be part of the team permanently? Keep her on tour...See where things could go from there." Jimin shrugged. It wasn't completely unheard of, people had been asked to follow them on tour before.

"As a dancer, you mean?" Yoongi looked at him and Jimin smirked,

"Well, maybe more than just that." Jimin nudged him a little.

"But invite her...See what she says and see what happens along the way?" Hoseok told him this time making Yoongi bite his lip as he considered it.

He knew that being with you would require more than just asking you to stay and go on another tour with them. The two of you came from different worlds—different cultures, and he wasn’t sure if you would even be interested in being with someone like him in the long run but it was always worth a shot. Right?

After the show the next night Yoongi ran over to you, he was already high from his adrenaline rush from the stage and he didn't want to lose the courage he found himself swimming in right now.

"Y/N, can we talk for a minute?" You looked up, surprised but curious, it wasn't like Yoongi to seek you out on his own after a show. Usually, he would drag one of the others along with him, or so you'd noticed. You nodded at him as you drank from your water bottle trying to catch your breath from the dance you'd just finished.

"Sure, what’s up?" Yoongi hesitated for a moment, feeling uncharacteristically nervous. The adrenaline he'd just had was now gone as he stared at you, he swallowed the lump in his throat. He wasn't used to being so vulnerable, but something about you made him want to take the leap.

"I was wondering… once this leg of the tour is over, would you consider staying on with us? I mean, joining us for the rest of the tour? I-In Korea and everywhere...else" You blinked, clearly surprised by the offer. You'd always loved the idea of travelling the world and getting to do what you loved while you did it,

"You mean as a dancer? Wow, I’d love that. But… why are you asking me personally? I thought Jimin or the managers would handle that kind of thing." Yoongi cleared his throat as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, suddenly feeling more anxious than he was before.

"It’s not just about dance. I want you to stay… because I like you. More than just as part of the team." The silence that followed made his heart race, did he freak you out? What if you just started to laugh in his face? You were quiet, processing his words as you stared at him.

The truth was, you'd had a crush on Yoongi for the longest time as well but you'd seen first-hand what this life did to people and how people in your position handled relationships. It wasn't something that could easily happen.

"Yoongi… I didn’t see this coming, honestly. You’ve always been so quiet around me. But there’s something you should know." You didn't want him to feel alone in the way he felt but you also didn't want him to think you were just going to rush into something with him. Things like these take time. He looked at you, his brow furrowed with concern.

"I like you too, but I’ve been thinking about this a lot. We’re from such different cultures, and that could be tricky. I’ve seen what being in the spotlight does to relationships, and with you going to the military soon…" You trailed off a little. You knew as soon as this tour was finished he was going to be gone for two years. Yoongi’s heart sank at the mention of his upcoming enlistment, but he nodded, understanding your hesitation.

"I get it. You’re right. But I still want to try...If you're willing to..." You felt your heart melt at how unsure he seemed and you smiled softly, your expression full of warmth. You stepped closer to him, your hand brushing his.

"How about this—we give it time? I join you guys on tour...We hang out more, get to know each other and Once you finish your military service, we can see where we’re both at. I don’t want to rush anything and risk hurting you or myself." Yoongi felt a weight lift off his shoulders. It wasn’t a rejection, but rather a promise of something more when the time was right.

"That sounds… fair. But I’ll hold you to that, Y/N." You smirk at him as you nod your head.

"Have management talk with my manager and I'll join you on tour...But I mean it, it's just hanging out...just friends for now. Okay?" You gave Yoongi a pointed look as he blushed a little more, nodding his head before practically racing to tell the boys the good news.

The rest of the tour continued smoothly, and your connection to one another only grew stronger. The two of you found each other spending almost every single night together, even on the nights Yoongi was working you'd found yourself in his hotel room while he worked on his laptop and you relaxed on the sofa. Talking all night long. Going out to dinner every now and again.

The two of you claimed it was hanging out as friends but anyone could see it was much more than that. The closeness you shared was hard to deny. he laughed at all your jokes, you laughed at all of his. He made you feel as though you were the only woman in the whole world and you were pretty sure if he kept it up you were going to fall more in love with him than you already were.

Because you knew that's what you were. In love. But you weren't ready to admit it to him just yet, not when you knew he was going to be leaving for two years with hardly any contact with you. Though, he had promised you he was going to be writing you letters once a month so he could keep you up to date on everything he was going to be doing.

"I’m going to miss this—the adrenaline, the excitement of the stage. But I think I’ll miss you more." You admitted on the last night. The two of you were sitting in his hotel room having the biggest burger you could order off of the room service menu. In Yoongi's words, he told you to "go big or go home" deciding he wanted to spend his last night having trashy food, trashy movies and being close to you,

"I’ll miss you too. But knowing you’ll be here when I get back… it makes it easier." His hand reached out to touch yours and you felt your heart racing at the same time as it breaking.

You hadn't expected to fall so hard and so quickly for him and yet now you found yourself wanting to keep him close to you.

"You promise you'll write?" You hated that you sounded so vulnerable as you asked him this. He didn't owe you anything, hell, he could just forget all about you while he was away if he wanted to but you craved his connection with you.

"I promise, Yn." He whispered, hearing how unsure you sounded. His fingers ran along your knuckles softly as the soft tapping on the door let you know your ride was there.

"I have to go," You look at him as you bite your lip a little. All day you'd been debating with yourself about if you should kiss him or not but you were through waiting.

You leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips, your heart practically leaping into his hands and waiting for him to accept it. It was sweet, tender, and full of promise.

"I’ll be waiting for you, Min Yoongi. And when you come back, I expect another one of these." You whispered against his lips, your foreheads resting against one another as the tapping on the door grew louder, signalling the other person's impatience for you. Yoongi chuckled softly, his heart full despite the bittersweet goodbye looming over them.

"Deal." He whispers as you slowly get up, dragging your bags to the door and giving him a sad wave goodbye.

It had been 21 months. Almost 639 days since Yoongi had been in service and as promised he had written you a letter once a month and had sent you a package on your birthday. Though you had done the same for him, sending him his favourite snacks from your village so he could get a taste of you while he was away. But today was the day.

You were finally going to see each other after being away and you couldn't decide if you were anxious about seeing him again or if you were so excited your body took it as a sign of anxiety.

The air was chilly despite the warmth of the early spring afternoon. The crowd outside the base was thick with families, friends, and loved ones, all eagerly awaiting the return of their soldiers. You stood among them, your heart pounding in your chest, your breath coming in shallow bursts as your eyes scanned the sea of faces.

The anticipation was almost unbearable—two long years had passed since you had seen Yoongi in person, and now, in this very moment, he was somewhere among the crowd.

But you couldn’t find him.

You moved through the crowd, your chest constricting with every second that passed. What if you missed him? What if he had left before you could even catch a glimpse? Anxiety crept in, and you felt the weight of the past two years settle heavily on your shoulders. You'd promised yourself that you were going to be patient, that this moment would be worth the wait, but the fear of not seeing him right away gnawed at you.

You pushed your way through more people, your hands trembling slightly as you clutched the edges of your jacket, well, his jacket. He'd sent you one so you could wear it and smell him, be close to him kind of. You could feel tears threatening to spill over as you continued to look through the crowd unable to find the man you loved.

Just when you were about to give up hope, you heard a familiar voice—low, smooth, and full of warmth.

"Looking for someone?" You whipped around, your breath catching in your throat. There he was. Standing just a few feet away, dressed in his military uniform, looking a little older, a little sharper, but still unmistakably him. You drank in his appearance, unable to get enough of him as you whimpered a little.

Yoongi’s eyes softened when they met yours, and in that moment, the world around them seemed to blur into nothing. This was everything he'd been dreaming about for the last few months of his service, and nothing could have prepared him for it. You felt the tears welling up again, but this time they weren’t from anxiety—they were from sheer relief and joy.

"You… I couldn’t find you. I thought—" You choked out a laugh but before you could finish your sentence, Yoongi closed the distance between them in just a few steps. Without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you off the ground, pulling you into a tight embrace. You let out a small gasp as he spun you around, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck. All you could focus on was the feeling of Yoongi’s arms around your body, solid and real. When he set you down gently, he didn’t let you go. Instead, he tilted his head down, his eyes gleaming with the warmth you had missed so much.

"I told you I’d return that kiss." But before you could respond, he kissed you deeply, his lips soft but firm against yours. The kiss was nothing like the sweet, tentative one you had shared before he left. This one was filled with the weight of two years’ worth of longing, of promises kept and the joy of being together again.

You melted into him, your hands tangling in his hair as he held you close, the kiss lasting long enough to make you dizzy but in the best possible way. When you finally pulled apart, both of you were breathless, your foreheads resting against each other as you tried to catch your breath.

"You did. And it was worth the wait." You giggled a little as he linked his hand with yours, refusing to let you go for even a second, the two of you had been apart for two years, there was no way he was letting you go anytime soon.

"Would it make you feel better if I told you I got a visa for six months," You smirked at him and Yoongi's eyes practically bulged out of his head at you.

"Six months?" He was already trying to think of everything he could fit into those six months with you. He had some time off now he was out of his service but he wasn't exactly sure how long that was going to be. Almost as if you could see the clogs turning in his mind you smirk at him,

"It gives me time with you, I do have a job to do while I'm here though, I'm hoping my contract will be renewed at the end of the six months though." You smirk at him as he looked at you,

"Oh?" A giant grin began to form on his face at the thought of keeping you longer than he had planned.

"I'm dancing with le Sserafim," By now his heart was racing as he realised just how close the two of you were going to be working together and he kissed you deeply, groaning against you as you giggled against his lips.

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minisugakoobies · 5 months ago

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Paradise | JJK - Epilogue

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: smut, neighbors to lovers (not quite friends but not quite strangers), slow burn, love triangle, Stripper!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: it's happy ending time!, lots of domestic cuteness, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), shower sex, teasing, dirty talk, someone gets a lap dance 👀, sex in the champagne room, aka sex at work (don't be that coworker!), unprotected sex (monogamous relationship with alternate bc), multiple orgasms

Word Count: 9.1k

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: That sexy man on stage - the one currently giving your friend the lap dance of her LIFE - is your super shy neighbor, Jeon Jungkook?!

A/N: And now we've reached the end! I can't believe it's been three years this month since OC and Jungkook's story began!! A gigantic THANK YOU to everyone who has liked, commented, reblogged, recommended, and/or sent asks about Paradise. This is for you! 💜

Unbeta’d as usual. Please don’t be a silent reader, I’d love to hear from you! Tell me what you think of the ending! 💕

Previous Chapter ♦️ Paradise Masterlist

Bzzzzzzt

Saturday afternoon dawns bright. You can hear birds chirping outside the windows, joined by the buzzing of bees.

Those are some loud fucking bees.

No wait, that’s your phone.

Bzzzzzzt

You grab it off the nightstand.

Huh, nope. No missed texts or calls.

Bzzzzzzt

What the hell is that sound?

Throwing back the covers, you lug yourself out of bed, snatch a t-shirt from the floor and yank it on, and traipse down the hall, following the incessant hum.

Bzzzzzzt

The noise leads you to the bathroom, where your boyfriend stands over the sink, examining himself in the mirror.

“Hey, jagi,” Jungkook greets you warmly. “Did I wake you? Sorry.” He leans over, planting a soft kiss on your cheek.

“No, it wasn’t you. I heard some sort of buzzing.”

“Ah, yeah, that was me.” He holds up some sort of metallic grey tool. An electric razor? But he doesn’t have one of those. You know by now that he waxes for his job, and what little hair ever appears on his face he takes care of with a simple disposable razor. “Testing this out.”

“I didn’t know you had one of those,” you say, leaning against the doorway.

“I don’t. Namjoon-hyung let me borrow it.” He tilts his head left and right, staring at his reflection.

“Borrow it for wh-oooh my god, Kookie, no!”

Your question becomes a wild wail as your boyfriend brandishes the razor and in one swift move shaves off a chunk of his hair. Watching the dark locks tumble into the sink feels like a scene from a horror movie, unfurling in slow motion.

You glance at Jungkook. Where glorious waves once adorned the side of his handsome face, there is now naught but stubble.

Meanwhile, Jungkook chuckles as he examines his handiwork. “What’s wrong, jagiya? You don’t want to see a fresh new me?”

“Not if it means sacrificing your gorgeous hair!” you pout.

Of course you love all of your boyfriend. Goes without saying. But his hair! It’s so pretty and thick and silky and fluffy and -

-and he’s going to shave it all off??

Bzzzzzzt

Another swath joins the first. Two sad curls at the bottom of the sink.

“Kookie, why?” you lament. “Your pretty hair!”

“Relax!” He laughs, running his tattooed fingers over the scruff that remains where he’s shaved so far. “It’ll grow back eventually. You’re starting to make me think you only love me for -“

Upon catching sight of the expression on your face, he trails off, eyes widening.

“Don’t be stupid,” you reassure him. “I love you for so many reasons. More than there are stars in the sky.”

He grins, turning away.

“Your hair is just, like, 25% of that. Maybe 30.”

“Okay, I’m kicking you out now.”

“Don’t bother. I’m going. I can’t bear to watch anymore.” You spin on your heel, heading for the kitchen. “If you need me, I’ll be crying into my cereal, mourning over breakfast.”

“Could you mourn me up a smoothie while you’re at it?”

As you raise your hand over your head to flip him off, he giggles, pausing in his task to admire the way your ass peeks out from under the t-shirt of his that you’re wearing, before disappearing back into the bathroom.

In the kitchen, you quickly whip up a banana smoothie, appreciating how the obnoxious whirr of the mixer drowns out the evil buzzing echoing down the hallway. Sticking the smoothie into the fridge to keep cold until your boyfriend finishes murdering his hair, you sit down to enjoy a bowl of your favorite sugary cereal.

It hasn’t taken much for you to acclimate to Jungkook’s schedule over the last few months since Jennie’s wedding. You’ve all but moved in, hanging around his apartment (usually napping) until he gets home from work in the early hours of the morning. Most of the time, you stay up for a bit, talking and helping him unwind (sometimes fucking, sometimes giving him a gentle massage to soothe his muscles, sometimes just letting him lay with his head on your chest). Usually near dawn you fall asleep, and then wake at noon to spend the afternoon together until he leaves for Paradise in the evening.

So you've become accustomed to a midday bowl of cereal by now. Of course, it helps that you’re no longer bound to the 9-to-5 life, ever since you quit your job.

The bathroom is rather quiet for several minutes, so you figure Jungkook’s completed his horrible task. So you brace yourself for the sight of a shorn head -

-only to be surprised when he strolls into the kitchen with a sharp undercut.

“Well?” He turns this way and that, striking poses as he walks over to you. “What do you think?”

His dark hair is slicked back, revealing a shorn section on each side of his head, perfectly highlighting his brow piercing. Long strands still flow on top, a swoop falling into his eyes as he smirks at you.

It defies the laws of reality, the way something like this can make your hot boyfriend even sexier. How is it even possible?

Standing, you extend your fingers, letting them run over the short hairs, enjoying the pleasant prickle.

“I think I owe Namjoon a thank you card,” you murmur. The soft stubble tickles your fingertips, like fuzz on a peach. “Maybe even a gift basket.”

His smile grows as he draws you into his arms. “See, you were worried for nothing.”

“I really thought you were going to shave it all off!” you exclaim. Nuzzling his face into the curve of your neck, he laughs, amused huffs of breath dancing over your skin.

“Nope.” He slides your hand into what remains of his hair, lithe fingers encouraging yours to wrap around his locks. “I am thinking about dyeing the rest, though. What do you think sounds better - cherry red or buttery blonde?”

“Blonde!” Did you blurt that out a little too fast? Maybe, judging by the cock of his eyebrow.

“Blonde it is.”

“Do you want your smoothie?” You reach for the fridge door, but he stops you.

“I gotta clean up first. All those little hairs…” His eyes drop to your lips. “Time for a shower.” It’s an invitation that you’re all too happy to accept.

Jungkook first steps under the spray of water to rinse away the hairs still clinging to his face and neck. But as soon as you join him, he crowds you against the wall of the tub, mouth meeting yours, hand diving between your legs, opening you up to take his cock. He’s a bit rushed in his movements, driven by a fervent need to bury himself inside you as quickly as possible, but you don’t care, just as desperate to feel him yourself. It doesn’t matter how many times the two of you do this - every time you need him just as much as you did the first time.

When he slides into you, you let out a loud moan, knees already too weak to stand on. He holds you pinned against the tiles as he thrusts into you, wrapping one of your legs around his waist to help keep you up. “So good, jagi,” he grunts, setting a fast pace. All you can do is hang on, every stroke of his thick cock into your throbbing cunt making you sob his name, until your panting gives way to cries of ecstasy. He spills inside you then, his lips pressed to your cheek, breathing soft words of love across your skin.

In the afternoon, after Jungkook has gone to meet Namjoon at the gym, you decide to take a walk downtown to get a little work done. It’s surprising to you how much has changed in the last few months. Before, the thought of working on a Saturday would’ve sent you into an anxious (and annoyed) spiral. But now? You’re not bothered by it at all. Apparently that’s what happens when you like your job.

Not long after the wedding, you’d gone to the interview Wendy had graciously hooked you up with. Jungkook had helped you prepare, but you were still nervous as fuck. You needed to escape your current company. You needed this new job.

But as the interview progressed, that nervousness turned into a different sinking feeling. Because as the interviewer droned on and on about your responsibilities in this new position, it became more and more clear that you were essentially interviewing for the same job you were trying to leave. It wasn’t a way out. It was a trap. If you took this job, you’d be caught in the same quicksand, dragging you down again.

Despite your growing sense of trepidation, the interview went incredibly well, and you felt pretty confident that you would be hearing from the company soon. Which left you with little time to figure out if you wanted the new job or not.

In the end, it was your promise to Taehyung that made the decision for you. His presentation to the bank was a success, and with his new loan, he’d opened his own studio. Even though you’d done countless presentations over the years at your company, helping too many of their clients to count, this was the first time you’d actually felt joy at the result of your hard work. Helping Taehyung to achieve his dream was a special moment.

It also gave you an idea. A week later, you declined the new job offer. And turned in your notice to your employer. No more working for others.

Time to be your own boss.

It’s just a few blocks from your apartment building to where you’re headed. The bell hanging over the door chimes pleasantly as you let yourself into the little shop. Taehyung’s photography studio is technically closed on Sundays, but with the key he gave you, you can come and go as you please. It’s an arrangement that suits you well.

As you’d expected, Taehyung is sitting in his office in the rear of the shop when you get back there. He nods a quiet greeting, then perks up when he sees the second cup in your hand. You’d stopped at the coffeehouse on your way here, knowing that Taehyung is still splitting his time between Paradise and his studio, which means he’s usually exhausted on Saturdays.

“You really are an angel,” he murmurs, grabbing the cup.

“I know,” you grin, taking a seat at the makeshift desk Taehyung had created for you. He’d been so grateful for your help that he’d insisted that you use his office as your own temporary workspace while you established your consulting business. You were in no position to turn down free rent, but you’d agreed to only if he let you act as his interim bookkeeper. It was only fair. “Where’s Yeontan?”

“I gave my assistant the day off,” Taehyung replies. “He’s back at the apartment with Ji and Min.” He pauses to stretch lazily. “Thanks again for helping with the move the other day. We still owe you and Kook dinner.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll make sure you pay up.” You never turn down a free meal, though honestly, it was enough of a reward for you that you’d gotten to watch your friend Jisoo fall in love with her two boyfriends over the last few months. That’s the word she’d used for them both the other day, when you all helped Taehyung move into Jimin’s place. You hadn’t seen Jisoo this head over heels for anyone since… well, since you’d known her.

Taehyung sips his iced Americano. “What are you working on today?”

“Going over the stuff Felix sent me. We’re meeting with the bank on Tuesday.”

Having Taehyung as your first official customer had been a blessing. After he’d raved about you to the other dancers at Paradise, you’d suddenly found yourself with a whole list of potential clients. There was Felix, who wanted to buy a food truck for his baking hobby and start a brownie delivery service; Namjoon, who was considering creating an urban nursery for the plants he grew in his tiny greenhouse; and Bang Chan, who wanted to discuss the possibility of running his own gym. Even Hoseok wanted to introduce you to a friend of his who was thinking about opening up a male strip club called Outlaws. You’d barely struck out on your own and yet your calendar was already packed.

You pull out your laptop and settle in. “What about you, what’s on your slate today?”

“Just going over some shots.”

The other dancers at Paradise were the best hype team. They’d spread word of mouth about Taehyung’s photography and the studio had been booked since day one. Not that his talent didn’t bring in customers on its own. But it was so touching to see the others rally around Taehyung like that.

The other dancers had also embraced you warmly. You’d already met most of them from your visits to Paradise or the night of Taehyung’s exhibit, but once Jungkook introduced you as his girlfriend, it was like you’d gained an entire family of siblings overnight. And now that you’re on the inside, it’s so easy to see the way they care for one another. No wonder Jungkook loves working there so much.

Well, that, and the tips he makes.

Taehyung slides over so you can see his screen. “It’s Jennie and Yoongi’s session, if you want to take a look.”

“Oh, yes, please!”

Jennie and her husband had recently booked a photography session to announce Jennie’s pregnancy. As Taehyung slowly scrolls through the shots, you try and fail to will yourself not to tear up. Your friend’s baby bump gets bigger every time you see her and it’s unreal to think that it won’t be long until Baby Min is here.

Wordlessly, Taehyung hands you a tissue.

“Thanks.”

After spending so much time with Taehyung over the last few weeks, you understand why Jungkook adores him so much. He has a very comforting presence, which is nice for you right now, since building a company from scratch is a nerve-wracking experience.

“So, tonight’s the night, right?”

Again you grin, nodding. “Yeah.”

“How are you feeling?”

“Excited. But also if I’m being honest, a little scared.”

Everyone - all of your friends and family - has been super supportive for you during this time, lending their help whenever asked. But no one has been more supportive than Jungkook. He’s listened to you rant about your worries and fears at two in the morning when you know he wants nothing more than to hit the pillow and snooze until noon. He’s made you meals when you were too busy to tear yourself away from your computer to eat. He’s spent so much of his own time taking care of you that you started to fret you’d turned into another job for him.

But when you voiced this concern to him, Jungkook shook his head. “Taking care of you isn’t a job,” he’d said. “I do these things because I want to, not because I have to.”

You’ve never known anyone like him before. Never known someone who could be so selfless, so freely giving of himself all the time. So freely giving of his devotion, in every sense of the word. You can’t help but want to worship him yourself.

Despite his claims that he’s doing these things of his own free will, you still feel like you owe him something. A sign of your appreciation. Hence your plans for tonight.

“Why scared?”

You finish your drink, but don’t put the cup down, twirling it in your hands as you think. “What if I make a total ass of myself?”

“Not gonna happen.”

“Easy for you to say,” you snort. Of course he’d be confident, if he were in your shoes. Taehyung radiates an aura of exceptional self-assuredness. It’s difficult to imagine him being rattled by anything. If tomorrow he was told that he needed to perform emergency brain surgery, he’d snap on his surgical gloves without so much as batting an eye.

“Listen, I know Jungkook. More importantly, I know how much he loves you.” Taehyung flashes you a reassuring smile as you look at him. “There’s nothing you could do tonight to change that.”

The funny thing is, you’re pretty sure he’s right.

Jungkook’s already making dinner when you get back to his place. The delicious scent of gochujang jjigae draws you into his kitchen, where he stands facing the stove, his back to you. Walking up to him, you can’t resist sliding your arms around his waist.

“Hi,” you sigh, burying your face between his shoulder blades, breathing deep the ocean scent of his cologne.

“Hey jagi,” he hums, a happy note vibrating through his chest as he rests his tattooed hand on top of yours for a second. “Food’s almost ready. Can you grab some bowls?”

As you reach into his cabinet, it strikes you just how domestic this moment is, getting ready for dinner with Jungkook, like you’ve done so many times before. Thankfully, he’s the one who usually does the cooking, while you help however you can (typically just by staying out of his way - it’s what you do best in the kitchen). It’s unbelievable how easily you’ve fallen into this routine with him. Not a trace of fear in you as you reflect on it.

“I wasn’t sure if you were gonna be back in time to eat with me, but I made enough for two just in case.” He joins you at his little table, ladling stew into your bowls, before he takes the seat across from you. He’s dressed like he usually is for work, just a hoodie and sweats, since he’ll be changing into costumes all night.

“You’re too good to me, Kookie,” you simper playfully with a sweet grin, but you really mean it, knowing that if you’d texted him that you wouldn’t be back, he’d still make extra and put it in the fridge for you.

He rolls his eyes, but the tips of his ears betray him, turning pink. The two of you dig into your meal, quietly enjoying the food and each other’s company.

“I meant to ask you,” he says after a few minutes, “do you know when Jin-hyung will be back in town?”

When you’d called things off with Seokjin, you’d made him promise to keep in touch while he was out traveling for his cooking show. He’d taken that pledge to heart, texting you brief updates and sending photos from the road. You’re glad to have made another friend from this whole experience. Especially one whose name you can drop to make hard-to-get dinner reservations. (Seokjin gets a real ego boost when you do that - he’s the one who suggested it in the first place.)

Though things had gotten off to a rocky start between Jungkook and Seokjin, they’d become fairly good friends themselves. It doesn’t really surprise you, since they have more in common than they thought (not even counting you) - both are talented and determined, funny and handsome, not to mention both give a hell of a lap dance. Also, it’s hard not to love Jungkook, no matter how you meet him.

“Um, I think last time I heard from him, he said he’d be back in two weeks for a short break.”

“Good. That should give me enough time to finish.” He doesn’t say anything else, but you can read between the lines so well with him by now.

“Jin’s going to love his portrait,” you reassure him.

As soon as Seokjin had seen Jungkook’s artwork, he’d wasted no time in commissioning the younger man to paint his portrait, to be hung in his newest restaurant. You know that Jungkook is thrilled at the opportunity, but he’s also a little nervous, wanting to impress Seokjin. It’s pretty cute, truth be told.

You glance up to find Jungkook watching you with a small smile.

“What? What are you looking at? Am I a mess?” You grab your napkin, dabbing at your face, but he shakes his head.

“Nothing. I’m happy you’re here. I feel like I’ve barely seen you the last few weeks, you’ve been out working so much.”

“Oh, right.” You scratch your ear, giving him an apologetic look. “I know, I’ve been busy.”

“I’m not saying that’s bad!” Jungkook raises his hands. “I just… missed you.”

“Kookie,” you sigh, heart bubbling over with fondness. Your boyfriend is such a sap.

You set down your spoon and rise to your feet, locking your arms around him. He looks up at you with so much love in his eyes you nearly pinch yourself. But you don’t have to. This isn’t a dream, it’s your life. Silently, you thank the universe for everything you did that led you to this man. Then you press a gentle kiss to his waiting lips.

“I missed you too. But I’m hoping all this will be worth it.”

“It will be, jagiya,” Jungkook asserts, cupping your face gently. “I know it’s hard. But you know what you’re doing. And you’re not alone - you’ve got so many people in your corner. Like me.” He grins, kissing the tip of your nose lightly. “I believe in you.”

There’s a sudden lump in your throat, making it impossible to speak, so you let your lips express what you feel. What’s left of your dinner sits forgotten as you climb into his lap, kissing him until you’re both breathless. Only then you’re able to whisper a quiet thank you.

Jungkook’s right. You can do this. Especially with him by your side.

Sparkling Rosé ✨ (8:15): Are we still on for brunch tomorrow?

Bestie 😇 (8:17): Yes! I miss you guys

Bestie 😇 (8:17): This baby’s not even here yet and they’re already keeping me busy

Bestie 😇 (8:18): Plus I’ve been craving waffles for days

Sparkling Rosé ✨ (8:19): We miss you too!

Sparkling Rosé ✨ (8:19): And you too, YN! You work too hard

You (8:20): I know 😔I miss you all too

Lovely Lisa 💋 (8:21): I’ll be there!

Queen Ji 👑 (8:22): Yes we’re doing brunch because YN needs to tell us allll about tonight!

Sparkling Rosé ✨ (8:23): OH THAT’S RIGHT!

Lovely Lisa 💋 (8:23): Ahhhh that’s tonight?!

Sparkling Rosé ✨ (8:23): Break a leg! 🙌

Lovely Lisa 💋 (8:24): LET’S GOOOOO

Queen Ji 👑 (8:24): You are going to KILL IT

Bestie 😇 (8:24): *airhorn.gif*

You (8:25): 🙈🙈

You (8:25): We’ll see

You (8:25): But thank you 😘

Queen Ji 👑 (8:26): Oh no! None of that

Queen Ji 👑 (8:26): Trust me, you’ve got this

You (8:27): And just how are you so sure about that?

Queen Ji 👑 (8:28): Jimin told me. He never lies

You (8:29): I knew I should’ve asked Namjoon

Sparkling Rosé ✨ (8:29): As if he wouldn’t tell me

Sparkling Rosé ✨ (8:30): I like the guy but he can’t keep a secret to save his life

Lovely Lisa 💋 (8:31): Relax, you’re gonna be amazing! Just have fun with it

Bestie 😇 (8:31): Yessssss have fun

Queen Ji 👑 (8:32): But also put your back into it

Bestie 😇 (8:33): You should probably stretch first

You (8:33): Yes, eomma, I will

Bestie 😇 (8:34): I’m going to kindly ask that you never call me that again

You (8:35): But you’ll be hearing it all the time soon!!

Bestie 😇 (8:35): Not from you though! 🙅

Queen Ji 👑 (8:36): Sorry, eomma, we’ll behave

Bestie 😇 (8:37): Oh god, *especially* not from you

Bestie 😇 (8:37): Okay I’m out. I’ll see you all tomorrow. But don’t forget!

Bestie 😇 (8:38): 📣You’ve got this! 📣

Queen Ji 👑 (8:38): She’s the best mom

A few hours later, you find yourself alone in an unfamiliar space. A small room, containing only a handful of pieces of dark furniture. Velvet curtains drape three of the walls, while the fourth is a mirror. A crystalline chandelier hangs from the ceiling, the glass reflecting the soft lighting, scattering shimmering spots of illumination around the room as the bass pumping from the overhead speaker makes the decoration bounce.

You wipe your sweaty palms on the skirt of your dress, wishing you could take your friends’ advice and relax right now. Instead, your nerves are jumpy and your pulse is racing. The waiting isn’t helping.

As you switch seats for the tenth time since you got here (you can’t decide which is a better place to sit, on the pleather couch or the matching chair), you adjust your dress, hoping you look more confident than you feel. Confidence is key for what you’re about to do, according to Jimin.

Maybe you should’ve thought this through more. More practice would’ve been helpful, too. Why did you decide to do this now? You’ve really got to work on your patience, you think, eyeing the couch again before moving seats again.

The curtains sway slightly as the door to the room opens. Immediately your mind empties of all thoughts as your adrenaline kicks in. It’s showtime. You sit up, trying to strike an enticing pose, waiting for the man who opened the door to finish locking it and turn around.

“I hope I didn’t keep you waiting t- baby??” Jungkook freezes, head cocking to the side in confusion. You knew that Jimin had told him he had a Paradise customer waiting for him in a private room. “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to surprise you,” you grin, suddenly feeling really shy. Which is the exact opposite of what you need to feel right now, if you’re going to pull this off. “So, um, surprise!”

Jungkook smiles, obviously thrilled with your surprise, and crosses the tiny space in two strides. You stand to greet him, taking in his outfit, a silky black shirt unbuttoned over a pair of black leather pants. He looks just like he did the night of Jennie’s bachelorette party, only with a new haircut. The fabric of his top is soft beneath your fingertips as you lay your hands on his shoulders, accepting his kiss hello.

“Not that I’m not happy to see you, but… you know you didn’t have to pay to see me, right?” Jungkook murmurs against your lips. “I’ll dance for you any time.”

You do know that, because he’s danced for you several times now. Sometimes he likes to get your opinions on a new routine, and other times… other times, he just feels like dancing for you.

Knowing all this, you nod, smoothing down the folds in his shirt, trying to distract yourself from the way your stomach is tying itself in knots. Relax, you remind yourself, taking a deep breath. There’s nothing to be nervous about. It’s Jungkook.

“I know. But this actually isn’t about me tonight. It’s about you.”

Applying a little pressure on his shoulders, you push Jungkook onto the couch. He looks up at you questioningly, but doesn’t say anything, merely takes a seat. That’s so like him - to read you so well that he understands you’ve got something planned, so he’s letting you lead the moment. Just that tiny act of deference heartens you, leaving you more sure about what you’ve got planned.

You walk over to the panel on the wall that controls the overhead speaker. Your phone is already hooked up, and with a few swipes, you change the playlist.

“I wanted to do something for you, to show you how much I appreciate everything you’ve been doing for me.” For some reason it’s easier to explain why you’re here without looking at Jungkook as you do it, so you fiddle with the phone a little as you speak. “I know the last few weeks have been stressful, because of everything I’m trying to do, and I just… I want to thank you. And I thought this was the best way to do it.”

When you turn back around, Jungkook’s watching you with such a rapt expression that you can’t help but feel almost foolish about being so worried about this. It doesn’t matter if you can’t give him a show on the same level that he does. You’ve got his full attention no matter what you do.

You’ve got his love.

With that comforting thought, you take a steadying breath, in and out, and then begin.

Dancing is really not your strong suit, but the biggest lesson Jimin taught you is that it’s not the moves themselves that matter - it’s the attitude with which you perform them. It’s all about setting a mood.

So you let the music guide you. Let yourself sink into the groove set by the drums and bass. Jungkook lets out a tiny “oh, fuck,” when you start to shake your hips. You fight the urge to giggle, biting your lip in a sultry manner instead. You’re wearing a cute but simple dress, something that will be easy to remove when the time comes, but you dance like you’re dressed in the sexiest outfit imaginable, sliding the skirt up your thighs a little to tease him.

Even though you’re only a few feet away from Jungkook, you take your time approaching him, dragging out the anticipation. His hands rise automatically, reaching for you, but you dodge his grasp, taking them in your own hands instead. Something else Jimin taught you - lay down the rules right away.

“I’m here to dance for you, Kookie. So let’s get one thing straight - I’m the one in charge.” You squeeze his hands to draw his attention to them as you place them at his sides. “That means no touching me, unless I say it’s okay.”

Jungkook blinks at your words, but he doesn’t argue or try again to touch you. “Yes, baby,” he says, eyes brimming with adoration as he nods at you, and again you feel a surge of confidence.

With your back to him, you place a hand on both of his knees, guiding him to spread his legs apart. Then you lower yourself into his lap, laying back against his chest and tilting your face towards his. If either of you leaned forward the slightest bit, your mouths would touch, but you resist the urge, and he waits breathlessly to see what you’re going to do next.

You bring your arm up, then trail your hand down his chest, across your breasts and stomach, and on to his thigh, just skimming past his crotch. His hips buck slightly beneath you, and you grind in his lap, giving him the friction he seeks.

“Don’t worry, I’ll touch you all you want,” you whisper.

Jungkook groans loudly. You glide around the couch until you’re behind him and run your hands down his arms and over his chest. The silk of his shirt is starting to stick to him where he’s sweating. You’ve barely started and you’re already having an obvious effect on him.

It’s not just his temperature that’s rising, you note with a smug smile when you return to your spot in front of him. The tight material of his pants barely restrains his erection. Again you sit on his thighs, facing away from him, throwing your legs out in a wide stance as you pop to the beat.

“Shit, baby, yes,” Jungkook praises you with a deep groan when you lean forward, giving him a good view of your ass as it bounces. “Where’d you learn to dance like this?”

“Well, um…” you pause to bend further, nearly touching the ground, enjoying how Jungkook swears quietly when he gets a glimpse of your panties, “you know how I’ve been so busy lately?”

“Uh-huh…” Jungkook responds mindlessly, far too occupied with the sight in front of him. He’s being so patient, keeping his hands at his side like instructed, but the telltale twitching of his fingers lets you know that he’s fighting hard to behave.

You decide to take pity. Just a little. Turning, you straddle him, and grab his wrists. “Here you go,” you wink, placing his hands on your hips. “Just hold on for me.”

Jungkook hums, vision trailing up your body from where your hips are swaying to where your breasts are now in his face.

“I was working, but I wasn’t at Taehyung’s studio. I was taking some lessons from Jimin.”

He looks up at that. “Wait, you were what?”

The surprise on his face makes you giggle. There’s that wide-eyed Bambi look that you love so much. As the next track on your playlist starts, something a little slower, you shift into a grind, dragging your ass over Jungkook’s lap. He hisses, fingers tightening their grip, almost bruising in their hold, but he doesn’t try to guide you like he usually does when the two of you are in this position. It impresses you, the restraint he’s showing.

It makes you want to make him lose control.

You run your fingers through his hair, lifting it off his face, and lean close to his ear. “I wanted to make this good for you, baby. Give you exactly what you deserve.” Your lips hover across his cheek, not touching, but your breath caresses his skin, making him shudder beneath you.

“Jagi,” Jungkook swallows thickly, eyelids heavy with desire as he peers at you. “You’re amazing. I can’t believe you’ve been hiding these moves from me.”

You bite back another big smile. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

His hands fall from your waist as you spin around, nudging his legs apart. Following the rhythm of the music, you undulate your body down his, your back sliding down his chest, then down his lap, until you’re on your knees. Then you place your hands on the ground in front of you, lowering your bottom half to the floor in a slow humping motion, before flashing him as you whip your legs into a split in order to roll yourself onto your back.

“Holy fuck, jagi,” Jungkook gasps, digging his hands into the couch on either side of his thighs, desperate for something to clutch. “You’re finally gonna do it. You’re going to be the actual death of me.”

Despite yourself, you start giggling. “Kookie! Don’t make me laugh.” You take your time rising to your knees, then to your feet, playing with the hem of your skirt. “I want you to take this seriously.”

“Oh, I am, baby, believe me.” Jungkook bites his lip, nodding. His eyes follow the path your hands take, dragging the skirt up to reveal your lower stomach. Meanwhile, one of his hands has found its way to his crotch, squeezing his hard cock through his pants. You’d considered making another rule earlier, that he couldn’t touch himself, but truthfully, you want to watch him enjoy himself.

“Good boy,” you purr, and Jungkook whimpers loud enough for you to wonder if you’ve tapped into something previously undiscovered about him, but you’re too busy to ponder it any further as you swing your hips, using his knees to help you drop yourself down to the floor again in a low squat.

The power you feel as he watches you is beyond intoxicating. What you’re doing right now is nothing compared to the skill he displays when he dances, but you understand a little better why he does this for a living. You feel like you could do anything right now.

As you come back up, you lean into him, hands on his chest, your face so close to his, and this time the need to kiss him is too strong, so you stop denying yourself, connecting your mouths briefly, just enough to have him chasing you when you pull away. Before he can protest, you distract him by pulling your dress over your head in one swift movement.

“Baby,” he moans, eyeing the matching lingerie set you picked out especially for tonight, his favorite color and his favorite texture, the black lace just begging him to run his fingertips all over it. “Is that new?”

Of course he’d notice. He’s got the contents of your underwear drawer practically memorized. Not surprising since most of the sets are from him. He’s got a thing for nice lingerie and you’re more than happy to indulge him.

“Bought it just for you.” With your back to him, you straddle one of his thighs, centering yourself on the thick muscle, and roll your hips in slow figure eights. Grabbing his hands, you wrap them around you, placing one on your bra and the other just over the band of your panties. “Do you like?”

Jungkook’s answer is a wordless growl as he strokes the lace. You hum, tossing your head back so it rests on his shoulder, and slip the hand over your lower stomach down further, until he’s cupping your mound.

“Ah!” you gasp, hips jutting forward when his eager fingers go rogue and press against you in a sign of his slipping control. “I - I’m guessing that means yes.”

“It means fuck yes,” Jungkook declares. “You’re driving me insane right now, you know that?”

“I think I’m getting the idea,” you reply, trying to focus on finishing your dance and not just outright humping his hand. Tracing your fingernails down his forearms makes him loosen his grip enough for you to climb off him. As the next track plays, you drape yourself over the side of the couch so your back hits his lap, and lie there shimmying to the beat for a few seconds before unhooking your bra and tossing it aside.

“Jagiya,” Jungkook rasps roughly, tongue licking furiously at his lips, and even though you’re only maybe halfway through the routine you’d been practicing, you decide to skip to the end, because clearly your boyfriend is close to breaking, and frankly, so are you.

You throw your leg over his lap, straddling him again. Taking his hands, you lace your fingers together, using him as a counterweight to help you dip backwards, so low your head nearly brushes the ground, before you roll back up, pressing your forehead to his. You stare at his mouth and he stares at yours as you inhale a steadying breath to speak.

“You can touch me now.”

The current of electricity simmering between you suddenly blazes out, igniting the air around you. His hands slide to the small of your back, and your arms loop around his neck, both of you pulling each other as close as possible as you meet in a charged kiss. Jungkook moans into your lips, tongue chasing the sound. Your mouth parts to let him in.

Jungkook’s hands keep moving, gripping your waist, your ass, your breasts - it’s like he’s been starving for you, like those few minutes that he wasn’t allowed to hold you were an eternity and now that they’re over he must take his fill. Your skin vibrates beneath his fingertips, so much pent-up energy ready to burst, and you seek an outlet, grinding your hips down onto his.

“Kookie,” you whine helplessly, and Jungkook grunts in response, rutting his erection against you, fitting between your legs so perfectly, the two of you like puzzle pieces coming together to form a complete picture of lust.

“I’m here, jagi,” he murmurs, lips brushing along your jawline and back to your mouth before continuing down the other side. “I’m here.”

In a second, you’re on your back, watching Jungkook peel off his shirt before he covers your body with his. His kisses are just as greedy as his touches, and you lose yourself in him, devouring the desire on his lips with a wild ravenousness of your own.

But as he trails kisses down your body, you open your eyes and stare directly at the chandelier hanging over you, and a thought hits you with startling clarity - oh, right, you’re still at Paradise. At Jungkook’s place of work.

“Jungkook. Jungkook,” you repeat, threading your fingers through his hair to tug his head off your breast, where his tongue was lapping at your nipple. “Should we do this here?”

Jungkook blinks at you a few times. “Isn’t this - don’t you want to?”

Of course you want to. But all those times you’d pictured this moment, your best hope was that he’d enjoy the dance and promise to thank you in private later when he got off work. You hadn’t really considered that you’d do such an amazing job that the two of you would fuck on the spot. (Okay, that’s a lie, you’d considered it a lot. But still. Imagining fucking your boyfriend at his job and actually fucking your boyfriend at his job are two very different things.)

“I want to,” you reassure him, brushing a wandering drop of sweat from his brow. “I just don’t want to get you in trouble.”

Jungkook laughs, leaning up to press a kiss to your cheek. “Baby, trust me, I’m not the first one to do this. There’s a reason “no sex in the champagne room” is a saying.” He sees the mix of confusion and disgust on your face and laughs again. “I’m not worrying about it and neither should you. But if you are, we don’t have to do anything. This has been more than enough for me.”

“So… you liked your dance?” you ask in a tiny voice.

Jungkook lets out a pained groan. “Baby, I loved it. I can’t believe you did all this for me.” His hand brushes over your hip, playing with the lace there. “You’re too good to me, you know that?”

“Not true.” If anything, he’s the one too good to you. “But I’m trying.”

He kisses you again, slow and sweet. You feel yourself melting into his embrace. Any remaining concerns vanish as Jungkook lowers his head, taking your nipple into his mouth again with a messy kiss. If he’s not worried, why should you be? Besides, as you arch your back, chasing Jungkook’s tongue as he drags it down your torso, only an apocalypse could stop you now, and maybe not even that.

“You know,” you start, gasping slightly when his teeth graze lightly over the swell of your stomach, “I’ve fantasized about this.”

Jungkook glances up at you. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. I mean, I usually pictured you dancing for me, but, um, we always ended up fucking.” A flash of heat licks the back of your neck as you meet Jungkook’s eye.

“That’s usually how I imagine it, too,” Jungkook informs you. The casual admission of this mutual secret fantasy stokes your arousal. Jungkook flames it further when he ruts his hard cock against you. “Sometimes you ride me, sometimes I bend you over this couch, but it always starts with me giving you a private show.”

Your breath leaves you in a hiss. “Fuck. That sounds good.”

“Which one?”

“Both,” you groan, rolling your hips. “All of it.”

Jungkook kisses your neck to smother his laughter. “It’s not too late, you know. I can make those fantasies come true.” His tone deepens as he speaks, becoming darker. Oh, you know this tone so well. He’s shifting to demon mode.

“Another time. I mean,” you clarify immediately, not wanting him to misunderstand, “you can give me a private dance another time.”

“Aww, is my baby too worked up right now?” he teases, and this time he doesn’t bother to even try to hide his laughter when you whine, pressing your hips into him again. “Okay, jagi, I promise I’ll dance for you another time. I won’t make you wait any longer.”

Again he slides down your body, kissing over the soft lace of your underwear. He pulls your thighs apart with his hands so he can stick his face directly between them. His stuttered breath blows hot over the damp material barely covering you. Impatient, you reach to push your panties down, but Jungkook grabs your hands and pins them over your head. “Kook!”

Jungkook shakes his head at your pouty cry. Leaning over you, he catches your bottom lip with his teeth, pulling it to his mouth for another wet kiss.

“Let me, baby,” he coos sweetly, and then he takes the lace band in his teeth and slowly drags your panties down your body using only his mouth.

“Fuck that’s hot,” you moan, unable to tear your gaze away. Jungkook hums, dropping the sodden silk on the ground before lowering his lips to kiss your pussy. He’s sloppy and loud, and in a brief lucid flash of sanity you pray that the music covers the sounds out in the hallway.

Jungkook always moves at his own pace, in his own time, and nowhere is that more evident than the way goes down on you. He loves building you up slowly, so slowly, until you’re going out of your mind begging him to let you cum. Tonight, however, he’s moving fast, slipping two fingers inside you, getting you ready for him. If asked, he’d claim it was for you, but the truth is that he needs you as much as you need him right now.

“Love the way you taste,” he murmurs, fingers spreading you wider, dragging his tongue over your clit. He curls his fingers, smirking at your gasp, and repeats the movement. It feels so good, too good, so your hand snakes out and grabs his wrist, and he stills, looking up at you in confusion.

“Wanna come on your cock,” you explain.

He groans, reclining back on his knees. “Whatever you want, jagiya,” he says, fingers flying to the laces on his leather pants. He’s used to taking his time untying them on stage, drawing the moment out seductively, a marked contrast to the clumsy way he tugs on them now, trying to undo them as quickly as he can.

With only a little bit of struggling, he pushes his pants down, then kicks them off completely. He wraps one hand around his hard length, thumb and forefinger pinching slightly just below the flushed head. Your teeth sink into your lip as you stare at him, taking in sight of this gorgeous man kneeling between your legs, looking every bit as hungry as you feel.

“Tell me how you want it.”

You clench unconsciously at Jungkook’s command, mind running through all the possibilities. Honestly, you don’t care how, you just need him inside you now.

So you reach out, gently prying his fingers away from his cock. Jungkook sighs when you take it in your hand, a sound of deep-seated contentment, like he’s been waiting all night for you to touch him. You understand the sentiment, thighs twitching as you slowly pump him a few times, using his slickness to make your movements easier.

“Just like this,” you say, guiding him towards your slit. He hisses as you slide his head through your folds, and presses forward a bit, helping you coat him in your arousal.

“Okay, jagiya,” he murmurs. He arranges himself between your legs, lifting one calf, then the other, over his broad shoulders. You shiver, breathless with anticipation as you catch the feral glint in his eyes. “Just like this.”

A harmonious pair of moans fill the room when he enters you. He waits for a moment, because as rushed as his fingering was, it wasn’t enough to fully stretch you out enough for him. When you whisper, “okay,” he starts to move. The first few rolls of his hips are slow and easy, him savoring the tight warmth of your cunt around him, you delighting in the sensation of being filled so completely. He kisses the side of your knee, staring down at you as you whimper beneath him with every languid thrust.

When your hands stretch out for him, he leans down, bending you in half to press his mouth to yours. He sinks deeper into you, your bodies locking together more closely, and you lace your fingers through his hair, until you’re breathing each other’s kisses like air. You whisper Jungkook’s name and he sighs yours back.

“Love you so much, jagi.”

His mouth nudges your head to the side in search of that sensitive spot behind your ear, and you open your eyes to catch sight of the two of you in the mirror. Even if the room were pitch black right now, you’d be able to see yourself lying there, the way you’re lit from within. Your love for Jungkook burns inside you like a star in the night sky, pulsing bright and steady.

“I love you, too.”

Jungkook’s pace steadies, his pelvis starting to bounce off your ass with more speed.

“Oh, fuck, yes, baby,” you moan, watching him piston his cock inside you. “More, please, Kookie! More!”

Never let it be said that your boyfriend doesn’t listen. He pulls out, getting off the couch, and, with strong hands gripping your thighs, positions you with your hips resting on the arm of the couch, to raise you high enough for him to plunge back in from a standing position.

And then he gives you exactly what you asked for.

Jungkook fucks you hard and fast. His furrowed brow drips with sweat as he snaps his hips into you. You know nothing could break his concentration now - eyes sharply focusing on your expression, ears listening for the change in the pitch of your voice. When he feels your walls starting to constrict, he grips your thighs to tilt you just enough to find the right angle to tap your sweet spot with every pump -

“Jungkook!” With a loud gasp of his name, your climax arrives. Your cunt pulsates so tightly around him that Jungkook clamps his arms around your legs, pulling your ass flush against him so he can grind into you.

“Oh, fuck, jagi, ‘m so close.” His voice is already wrecked, sounding rough and broken. He bends slightly at the waist, forcing your legs closer to your stomach, putting you at an odd angle, but you’re still buzzing with pleasure so you don’t notice the stretch, just let out a low moan as Jungkook starts to move again.

He bends further, sliding his hands behind your back, and then he lifts you, using that surprising strength of his to hold you as he slides around to sit on the couch. Your legs support you just long enough to straddle him, and then you sink down onto his cock, more than happy to collapse against Jungkook as he fucks up into you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants, bringing one of his hands up to cup your cheek. “Always so good, jagi.” You meet his gaze, struck by the love you see in his eyes. No matter how often he looks at you like this, it makes your heart sing every time. You kiss him before sitting up, meeting his thrusts with your own movements.

“Come for me, Kookie,” you murmur sweetly, drawing your boyfriend’s eye with the movement of your hand as it heads down your stomach. Your fingers rub at your clit, rolling the engorged nub around, and the delicious drag of his cock inside your constricting walls has you hurtling towards a second orgasm just as Jungkook reaches his first.

Your playlist begins the last song as the two of you cling to each other on the couch. Jungkook’s arms are still locked around your back while you rest your head on his shoulder. He sings along quietly to the music, his soothing voice wrapping around you like a blanket. It’s a favorite song of his, just as it’s a favorite of yours - the song from your rooftop dance at Jennie and Yoongi’s wedding.

When the music ends, Jungkook sighs. “We should definitely do this again.”

You laugh, sitting up. He grins at you and you lean forward to press a light peck to the tiny mole under his lip. “I may have booked you all night.”

“Like I was gonna let you walk out of here anytime soon,” he scoffs. He stops your giggling with his kiss, lips soft and lingering, and you sigh, hugging him close again.

There’s a part of you that can’t believe you just fucked your boyfriend in a strip club, but somehow it felt inevitable that you two would end up here like this. Like from the moment you walked in here all those months ago, there was no other way this would go.

It was such a strange trip to think about. You had to go all the way to Paradise to meet the love of your life who lived next door. Fate could really take the most roundabout way, but the journey was more than worth it.

“You really didn’t have to do all of this for me.” Jungkook’s voice brings you back to the moment.

“I want to do everything for you,” you reply with a shake of your head. “You deserve the world, Kookie.”

“I have everything I could ever want, jagiya. Right here in my arms.”

Normally, this is where you would roll your eyes at him for being so sappy, but that’s hard to do when you’re blinking back tears. Instead, you squeeze him a little tighter, so he knows that you feel the same way.

“You know…” Jungkook starts after a few seconds, then stops. You shake him a little to urge him to go on. “There is something else I’ve been thinking about. Something I want to do, but I wasn’t sure if you’d be into it.”

“What is it?”

He glances down, and there’s the shy bunny smile that you remember from all those months ago. “I’d love to paint you.”

“Naked?” you whisper, hand to your chest, looking scandalized.

He laughs, nose wrinkling in glee. “That actually wasn’t what I meant but I’m absolutely down if you are.”

“We’ll see,” you grin, kissing his cheek. “One thing at a time. Right now, we’ve got this room to ourselves, and I believe you promised me a dance.”

“Yes I did,” Jungkook agrees, chin jutting out to catch your next kiss with his lips. “Anything for my love.”

“I love you, too,” you sigh, kissing him back.

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Strawberry Princess Chapter Twelve ‘Bubbles and Bubbly’

Pairing - OT7!BTS x Reader, Hybrid!BTS x Hybrid!Reader

Genre - Hybrid!Au , Hybrid BTS x Hybrid Reader, fluff, angst, eventual smut, slow burn? , alternative reality , strangers to lovers , strangers to friends, friends to lovers

Warnings - Kissing, biting, small amounts of angst (Hoseok feels guilty about forgetting something but he makes up for it and no one else is upset), fluff, suggestive moments, mentions of slick, alcohol consumption, wandering hands, some steamy moments but no smut, everyone lacks clothes, being in a hottub, Y/n falls asleep in hottub for a split second, scenting, scent high, suggestive size and strength kink (this is pretty much every chapter), teasing, lmk if there’s anymore! X

Summary - When a certain hybrid starts to appear whenever Jungkook is at the gym, an immediate pull is felt between the two and their eventual friendship soon is spread to the rest of his pack.

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Jungkook running around shirtless Jin insisting he puts one on kook swears y/n doesn’t mind teasingly says she prefers him like this

Y/n clings to him sleepily melting back into sleep against his bare chest after she was woken up sighing in content mumbling about it being warm and feeling good and smelling good,

Mumbles embarrassingly about wishing they were all like this and all the boys tease about her trying to slip her hands onto any bare skin, under the hems of their shirts ect and joon walks out bedroom on queue without his shirt grumbling about where y/n went

Staying with the pack for a few days was bliss from the start, dancing with Jimin made this bubbly happy feeling stick in Y/n’s heart for the rest of the night and she wasn’t seen for even a second without a smile on her face, that continued all through the evening.

“You ready for bed beautiful?” - Jin asked as he watched Y/n rest against Taehyung with a sleepy smile on the couch, she had been yawning for the past 10 minutes so he decided it was probably time for her to get some sleep. He watched her with a soft gaze, the way she mumbled and nodded at him but was so reluctant to move out of the arm around her shoulders, sighing and closing her eyes like she wanted to sleep right there. Jin walked over, running a hand through her hair and coaxing her to stand up so she could be in an actual bed much to her and Taehyungs dismay.

She exchanged sleepy good nights with everyone and in her relaxed state, didn’t feel a single bit of hesitation before giving each of the 6 a kiss on the cheek, ones that was returned onto various parts of her face before she stumbled to follow Jin, rubbing at her eyes and pushing her hair out of her face to keep focus until she was actually in bed.

Jin’s room was neat, smelled fresh from his scent and was cold in that way where it made it so much better to cozy up under the duvet. Jin untucked the duvet and threw it open before ushering Y/n in, smiling at how she just flopped down and nuzzled into his pillows. He didnt think she would mind when he walked around to make sure everything was ready but as he got ready to walk out to grab some water for the bedside, he heard a soft whine and mumble from Y/n

“Where are you going? Come back” - Y/n had rolled from her front to her side to watch Jin and opened her arms with grabby hands to coerce him back, his heart melted at the sight and reassured any worry he had about her not being comfortable too.

“I’m just getting some water, beautiful” - Y/n huffed in response but settled knowing he’d be back, fighting sleep until he returned, with the glasses of water settled on the bedside tables. He climbed in the other side, keeping a distance just in case but Y/n turned to face him, took one glance at how far he was and scowled, shuffling closer and throwing an arm and a leg over him. Jin laughed at that, settling a hand on the small of her back and relaxing into his position, not planning on sleeping just yet so he got out his tv remote and listened to Y/n’s soft breathing whilst it was turning on.

“Goodnight Jinnie” - Y/n’s voice was quiet as it was but after that phrase she mumbled something incoherent but sounded suspiciously like ‘love you’ and that had Jin’s breath hitching and cheeks getting a pink sheen, returning the goodnight and saying he loved her too in his head. He gave her a kiss on the top of her head, resting on his broad chest and took a moment to inhale her sweet scent, content.

Y/n was drifting off fast but whilst doing so, her hand on his chest started to move a little, her fingers tracing circles and shapes over his chest, appreciating the chest that had become her pillow when she clung on to him. Soft purring started to resonate around the room as Y/n fell into sleep, body syncing with Jin’s breathing patterns and appreciating his warmth.

It was a short while before someone else came into the room, Namjoon, in his own pyjamas, seeking out Jin and forgetting momentarily about Y/n being in there until he stopped in his tracks by the bed looking at the two, Jin was awake but Y/n was fast asleep purring away with her ears twitching in his direction and tail perking up a little at his entrance.

“Ah I was just going to come sleep in here but I’ll-“ - Y/n had stirred awake and heard his words, cutting him off when she looked up, eyes basically closed and hair messy, reaching her hand out the same way she had with Jin earlier. Joon froze, looking at Jin for guidance but quickly got closer when Y/n’s face scrunched up in disapproval at his distance.

“You want Joon to join us beautiful?” - Jin asked, running his hand over her back and getting a firm nod, Y/n refusing to put her head back down to sleep until he joined them so rightfully, Joon obliged and got on the other side of Y/n to Jin, trapping her between them and she shuffled to rearrange herself. Y/n ended up with her back facing Jin, shuffling closer and him turning on his side to spoon her while Y/n moved into the same position she previously had been in but on Joon this time, hooking her leg over him and urging him as close as possible, head on his chest.

Finally comfortable again, she sighed happily and reached her hands up, moving them into Joon’s hair and gently scratching at his ears and he had to surpress the surprised and happy noises that threatened to come out, tensing for a moment before relaxing completely, melting into Y/n’s hands until he heard her softly giggling, still sleepy and mumbling against his chest.

“Your just a big puppy not a big bad wolf” - Both men were taken back by her words before Jin laughed, his body vibrating Y/ns as he couldn’t stop his amusement whilst Joon’s eyes opened just looking down at the sleepy girl, mouth opening and closing not knowing how to respond. Eventually he just huffed, accepting it because Y/n’s hands on his ears and in his hair felt too nice to interrupt along with her sweet scent wrapping around him.

Y/n was more than happy to melt between the two, her body pushing back against Jin and leaning into Namjoon more at the same time, their scent mixing around her and sending her right back to sleep, where she wouldn’t wake until morning. The two around her were quick to follow, hands wrapping around the small girl between them, keeping her warm and safe

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Waking up from her comfortable sleep to hushed laughter and running in the hall was surprisingly not annoying to Y/n, she stirred against Namjoons chest and listened in briefly to the voices outside.

“Jungkook! Put on a shirt- Y/n will wake up soon” - Jin’s scolding tone did nothing to deter Jungkook who had a surprising amount of energy considering he just woke up, dodging Jin’s attempts to grab him in the hall and swerving around Yoongi’s attempts too. Ultimately ending up infront of Jin’s door. He was quiet as to not wake up Y/n or Namjoon still asleep and quickly retorted

“I’m pretty sure Y/n would like it hyung, im certain she won’t mind” - Jungkook’s luck was on his side because right as Jin and Yoongi were about to scold him and make a move to make him put a shirt on, Jin’s door opened and out stumbled a sleepy Y/n, eyes still mostly closed and hair messy. She first set eyes on Kook and all of them went quiet when she sauntered over, wrapping her arms around his neck, sliding her hands up into his fluffy bed hair and leaning her body against his, not saying a word just attaching herself to his bare chest.

She hadn’t even really noticed that all he stood in was some loose pajama bottoms sitting dangerously low, the top of his Calvin Klein boxers out, just finding his skin all too appealing and smiling when she felt his bare chest against her cheek. The skin contact was scratching something inside her and had her melting against him, basically going back to sleep standing up, hands in Kooks soft hair as his arms wrapped around her, gently adjusting her top that had rided up and moved to the side, exposing her more than it had been yesterday.

“See, what did I say hyungs” - Jungkook couldn’t help his proud comment, watching both his hyungs look at him disapprovingly and surprised. Y/n clung to him like a koala, legs shuffling to get as close as possible, literally trying to climb his larger build and Jungkook quickly endorsed her silent request, wrapping his hands under her thighs and easily lifting her to wrap her legs around his toned waist, head still resting against him and she began to mumble into his neck, not knowing her thoughts were being voiced.

“Love this… want this everyday, feels good” - Her words were slurred but all three of the men could hear her loud and clear but she didn’t stop there, muttering as she nuzzled into Jungkook’s skin, inhaling deeply and shuddering in his hold

“So warm, smell so good too… want this with all of you” - Her words made Jungkook speechless at first and his two hyungs too but a fourth and fifth individual suddenly appeared, hearing and witnessing the scene and instantly got to teasing her.

“I think she means it you know, our Y/nie is always slipping her hands under our shirts a little to try to feel us more” - Jimins slyly voiced out, not knowing wether Y/n would actually hear them but wanting to tease anyway

“Mhmmmm Jiminies right, every single opportunity” - Tae’s voice was deeper than usual, only just woken up.

Just when Jin was going to scold the two and deny them saying she’s pretty much asleep, just to defend her, another figure appeared in the doorway of Jin’s room, Namjoon looking around in confusion as he ran his hands through his hair and relaxing when he found Y/n again after she left his hold.

The three maknaes stood with the most teasing grins ever while the two oldest in the hall stood with shocked looks because Namjoon had also emerged shirtless, much to Jin’s surprise because when he had left the room just an hour prior, Namjoon definitely had a shirt on.

“Namjoon! Where’s your shirt- First Jungkookie now you!” - Jin almost looked distressed if it wasn’t for the slight amusement on his face after finding Y/n very happily still clinging onto Jungkook.

Namjoon smiled and blushed dopily, remembering that once Jin left, Y/n got all fidgety, pushing herself closer to him but it wasn’t enough to her and she slipped her hands under his shirt, running her hands over his bare skin to make up for the contact she lost when Jin left. Her eyes were closed and face was scrunched up until she half woke up, pushed up his shirt and urged him to take it off, settling right back against him, laying practically ontop of him, now happier with the skin contact, hence why her own shirt was disheveled as it had ridden up and gotten off centre when she was moving around so much.

The two eldest just groaned and half-heartedly grumbled as they hid their small smiles.

Y/n was attached to Jungkook even as he brought her to the table and sat down, soon everyone joined, including Hoseok who unfortunately missed the exchange since he was in the shower. He did get to see the sight of Jungkook’s bare back and some small hands and tiny claws clutching onto his neck though, knowing exactly who they belonged too before even seeing his front. He noted how her claws seemed sharper than usual, pointier as if she hadn’t filed them recently and that was definitely the case, they were making little imprints into Jungkook’s skin but even as she subconsciously pushed and pulled her hands slightly, he didn’t even flinch, not minding.

Since he had missed out on the happenings in the hallway, Hoseok took the opportunity to be the one to wake Y/n up, putting himself infront of Jungkook’s chair and trailing his hand down, under Y/n’s chin and lifting her head, pushing out a wave of his scent to wake her up. It worked, sleep slowly loosening its grip on Y/n’s mind as she looked around lazily and smiled up at Hoseok, head still rested on Jungkook’s chest and thighs straddling him. Her claws detached their pressed position in Jungkook’s back and neck and lightly slid over his front, Y/n going to an effort to press the scent gland on her wrists against his bare skin.

“It’s time for breakfast honey, you up?” - Hoseok crouched down to get eye level with Y/n and watched her dilated eyes adjust to the room, nodding at him and brushing her messy hair out of her face. Y/n slowly slid off Jungkook’s lap, both of them pouting at the loss of heat and touch but Hobi stopped Kook from reaching out to pull Y/n back with a hand in his hair, pulling just firm enough to warn him.

Y/n padded over to a chair of her own, Hoseok and Taehyung on either side of her when they settled. Their meal was delicious and comfortable, most of them still half asleep but happily accepting the food pulling onto their plates by the eldest three of the pack. Light conversation about their schedules for the day came up and Y/n found she’d be spending the day with Taehyung and Hoseok mostly. Everyone got to ensuring they were ready to leave and made their rounds of goodbyes before making their way out. Y/n was lazily still in her pyjamas and only made her way to get up for the day when Hoseok commanded her too followed by the little promise of “I’ll do your hair and fur for you after honey”

Showering in their house was luxurious, her own home was cozy and comfortable but there’s was that too but also so large, the shower evidence of that as she felt like it was a whole another room. She had tied up her knotted hair to prevent it getting too wet and washed her tail with her shampoo, along with her body with her body wash. Jin had told her to help herself to it all of his products but Y/n had a routine with her own and since she had brought them with her, she made good use of them, the hot water turning her skin a shade of pink like her cheeks do when she blushes.

Leaving her hair and fur to Hoseok, Y/n wrapped herself in a towel and picked up her outfit for the day, quickly changing before sauntering back out, brush and detangling spray in hand. She sat down on the floor infront of Hoseok before remembering something and turning around “please Hobi?” And so he melted, not even having to tell her to ask nicely, taking the two items and getting straight to work, from tips to roots he started with her hair, then ears then tail. He wasn’t the best at doing it in his opinion but he tried to be gentle and hushed Y/n when she whined or reacted.

It was going to take a while for Y/n to get used to someone brushing her fur for her so whilst her reactions weren’t as extreme as the first time, they were still very much there and she kept a tight grip onto anything around her to try to calm herself down, putting a hand over her mouth at every gasp and whine. She never hid her purrs though, they filled the room tied with her scent and made it difficult for Hoseok to think. By the time he’d gotten down to the base of her tail and finished, Y/n was hunched over forward, twitching and biting down on her lip hard to try to keep calm. She didn’t move from that position for a moment after he stopped purely since she couldn’t think so Hoseok instinctively did something to catch her attention.

He moved his hand to the base of her tail, wrapped his hand around and tugged. Instantly a wave of Y/n’s sweet scent puffed around him, her back moved from hunched over to arched in to push back into his hand and her hands weren’t quick enough to muffle the squeak and breathless moan she let out. She spun her head around with wide eyes to look at Hoseok in a “did you really just do that” way and watched him pretend not to notice besides the small smirk on his lips and the fluffing of his scent around her.

“All done sweets” - He moved his hands over her back and lightly pushed in a massaging way but didn’t expect Y/n to instantly sigh happily and push back into his fingers, mouth dropping open and eyes closing as his fingers seemed to work magic on her back even for a moment.

“Your back hurt?” - Hoseok was entirely curious about it, not ceasing his movements to put pressure into every spot on her back, easily covering a large section of it at once with each push since his hands were so much bigger than her.

“Mhm, from painting, im supposed to be more careful” - Y/n’s voice was dreamy, as if she was in absolute bliss from the small massage on her back, pushing back into Hoseoks fingers again her breath hitching at any particularly sore point.

“You should be careful honey but it can’t always be helped, Jungkook gets like this from his work too” - It explained why he was so good at what he was doing, also because he was a dancer and knew all the right places and ways to rub and push on. He continued with his short massage until Y/n was nearly front down on the floor huffing out pleasurably.

“You know what’s the best besides a massage for this?” - Y/n only answered with a hum, urging him to carry on.

“The hottub, im sure Jungkook would go in with you later or you can use it whenever you’d like on your own too” - Hoseok was now gently rubbing to soothe the places he’d put more pressure on and Y/n’s ears perked up at the mention of a hottub

“You have a hottub?”

“You haven’t seen it on the balcony? It’s especially good in the winter” - Y/n started to think and realised she actually hadn’t been out on their balcony, she’d seen them go out there occasionally but never went herself. Then she thought about Hobi’s words and going in there alone didnt sound as good as going in with Jungkook or any of the pack for that matter.

“I-I’d go in with someone but- I don’t have anything to wear in a hottub” - Hoseok hummed as he leant Y/n back to rest her head on his knees so he could run his hands through.

“How about we go pick up your swimwear then?” - Y/n instantly shook her head in protest and turned around to give him a warning glare that Hoseok found all too funny. What was meant to be an intimidating scowl just made Hobi coo and laugh, pinching at Y/n’s cheeks until her expression changed to wide dilated eyes following the brief touch on her skin.

“Come on, I’ve got to pick up Jimin anyway so we will just go to yours on the way back, that work for you sweets?” - Y/n tried to grumble but instead just ended up nodding her head since going in a hottub did sound good. They both quickly got their coats and shoes on before Hobi led her to the car, once again an all too nice car.

“You want to sit in the front or the back?” - Hobi’s words surprised Y/n as she forgot they wouldn’t be the only too and then she thought Jimin would probably want to take the front seat so she’d get comfy in the back. Hobi helped her in with a smile making sure she was comfortable before getting in the front. Having the room to lay down made Y/n’s usual car sleep even better, she kicked off her shoes threw her coat over herself and napped until they pulled up infront of Jimin and Taes company. she couldn’t see the top of the building from inside the car it was that tall, she gawked while rubbing her eyes.

“Jimin will be out in a few minutes probably” - Y/n mumbled an okay, still amazed by the building. A few minutes passed before Y/n started to get bored, Hobi was on his phone, just so that Y/n could go back to sleep if she wished too.

It started with just wiggling around a bit, then Y/n was huffing, then she was crossing her arms in annoyance at her boredom. And then she set sights on her target, Hoseok, obviously, completely unaware of her thoughts. So Y/n leant on her back and let her instincts to play and truthfully to challenge him take over.

Lifting up one of her sock clad feet, Y/n slowly moved to stay silent before pushing at Hoseok just slightly with the edge of her foot and at the same moment she did it, curling in to herself and turning away as if she was still asleep, trying to surpress her giggles whilst Hoseok turned around in confusion. She only managed to do it twice more before Hoseok caught on and pretended not too as his eyebrow twitched in slight amusement.

He let her do it just once more before he waited, listening to her sweet giggles that she thought she was suppressing enough and thought quickly before waiting for her to lift her leg again, feeling the warmth on the back of his neck and moving fast. In a split moment, Hoseok had grabbed Y/n’s ankle, spun his body through the middle of the seats until the smallest part of his waist was between them and the rest if his torso was in the back. He leant over Y/n’s body, wrapping his hand around her other ankle too, holding them in one and pressing forward until her thighs were pinned to her chest. Y/n could only gasp at the movement before her mouth fell open and hands fell into Hoseoks hair when he dipped his head down and sunk his teeth into her plush, thin tights covered thigh, the underside, inner part of it and dangerously close to her core.

The fluffing of her scent around Hoseok as she felt her panties began to cling to her would of been evidence enough of how his actions effected her but it wasn’t even necessary with the loud, choked moan she let out, her breath hitching as she began to pant, whimpering when Hoseok stuck there for a moment, she could feel the imprint of his large canines, just like the ones she’d seen on Yoongi and it drove her crazy, body pliant and limp, any boredom easily out that the window. Her scent and noises were urging something primal in him, pushing him to let his canines dip in just a little more. The control he had was making Y/n’s head spin as Hoseok knew just how to bite without breaking her skin but so good that it would leave a large imprint and definitely stay there for days with Y/n’s skin being tender and easily marked.

The smell that flooded Hoseoks nose prevented him from letting up immediately as he planned too, especially when Y/n tried to lift her lower body closer to him, pressing her thighs into his mouth rather than trying to get away. God she was perfect. With one hand on Y/n’s ankles, Hoseoks other hand slid to her lower stomach, very lower stomach, to push her hips back down with the heel of his hand and in doing so, pressing down on that sweet spot and making Y/n’s whimpering get louder, sweeter and moans more broken, her head thrashing in pleasure as Hoseok pulled off his canines and slid his tongue out to press against the spot he made his mark, even over the tights.

Something about Y/n’s stomach had always been particularly sensitive, the skin rising in goosebumps at any little touch and making her twitch or jump, that tied in with the way Hoseok knew just how to stimulate her g-spot from the outside, a feeling she’d never felt before, it was dizzying. Not just pleasurable, absolutely thrilling.

Y/n felt like she was in a different world, wiggling more than thrashing as she was restrained by Hoseoks hands, body nearly shaking as the mix of pain and pleasure on her thigh brought another wave of slick gushing out of her and she prayed Hoseok moved before it became visible how she was rubbing her thighs together. He noticed right away and a growl tumbled out of his chest, eyes darkening and hands getting firmer, he felt cruel as he massaged the spot on her lower belly that had her going insane, not making any words as she just thrashed, moaned and whimpered not even able to focus when Hobi started to speak to her

“Think you can just play like you do with Yoongi and that I won’t retaliate? You were wrong weren’t you sweets, come on, say it” - His words were teasing and cocky it was as if he wasn’t making her lose all the thoughts in her head from just a few small movements with his hand and a bite. He leant over to whisper into her ear ‘say it, say it and I’ll let you rest, come on you can do it’ and finally when Y/n couldn’t take it anymore, too far gone and worried she was dripping from her core onto the seats through her clothes, she forced out the words.

“M-M’sorry! Was- Was so wronggg-AH Hoseok I-I can-“ And before she could finish her sentences Hoseok let up, hand leaving her belly to rub soothingly at her cheek, his other hand softly placing her ankles down and rubbing where he held a tight grip on them.

“That’s it, much better now, I’ll have to check that bite when we are back though okay honey?” - He looked at her with admiration and care, watching her nuzzle into his hands and nod at every word, panting to calm down.

They both had been so in tune with that moment, they hadn’t realised there had been the person they were waiting for, already gotten in the car and watching the entire thigh from the moment Hoseoks teeth sunk in to Y/n’s thigh. Turning around nearly gave Hoseok a heart attack until he processed just who had joined them, flying back into his seat. Y/n didn’t even flinch, laying there trying to recover.

“What a show hyung”

“Jimin! Why did you just sit there silently” - Hoseok hissed out with a disapproving scowl. He only briefly looked at the smug man relaxing in his seat before training his eyes on Y/n again looking at her dilated pupils trained on him and the hand that had fallen down under her thigh, resting it over the bite mark with a dopey smile.

“Do you blame me? why would I want to stop that?” - Jimin eyed Y/n with a soft glint in his eye, voice sultry but eyes completely gentle as he took in Y/n and the focused gaze she had on Hoseok no matter where he was looking, looking down, her skirt was flipped up so high that her moving would probably expose her again, his hand instinctively reached out and pushed it just a bit lower and that seemed to make Y/n come back to herself a bit, looking at Jimin and blushing profusely at the realisation that he’d been watching

“Hello to you too baby” - Jimin smiled at her and watched her cover her face with her free hand, leaving one on her thigh, you might think she was holding it in pain but in reality she was holding it like the mark was going to leave, keeping it from going anywhere.

“Let’s get going now” - Hoseok cut off Jimin’s insistent teasing knowing he wouldn’t let up, opening his window to get a bit of fresh air and clear his head of the sticky sweet strawberry around him and coating his mouth. He knew Y/n had her seatbelt on in the back and so did Jimin so he took off, the ride to Y/n’s jusg being filled with small conversation about their days between Hobi and Jimin. Hobi didn’t mention why they were going to Y/ns, not for any reason just out of forgetful habit, making Jimin confused when they pulled up and stopped the car in her parking garage.

“You want to go up alone sweets or we can come with you?” - Jimin just listened, confused still

“I don’t mind, you can come if you’d like” - and like they would because they both immediately unbuckled their seatbelts, opening their doors faster than Y/n could do either task herself, Jimin helped her out the car before letting her lead the way up to her apartment, both men staying close and taking in everything since they hadn’t been here before.

Walking into the apartment, Y/n’s scent was as strong as ever, not diminishing even a little without her there and it was heaven to the men, they watched her grab a light tote bag and quickly run off to her bedroom after letting them know she’d be quick but they could get comfortable. She quickly rushed to her bedroom, not wanting to hold them up and got her swinwear options out. She had three bikinis and a one piece but never really liked the one piece on herself so instead of taking ages to decide which bikini, she put all three into her tote bag snd grabbed a few extra hair bands realising she had only brought one with her originally.

“I’m all done! Oh-“ Y/n was shocked to see Jimin and Hoseok comfortable on her couch, Hoseok manspreading and Jimin stretched out across the length. It made her shy even if it shouldn’t, she just wasn’t used to having people in her own apartment and seeming so comfortable, besides herself of course. They just looked at her lazily, clearly not in a hurry to move

Jimin checked she didn’t need to get anything else before slowly getting up, following Y/n back to the car along with Hobi and desperately trying to get a breath of fresh air every once in a while because the sticky strawberry scent Y/n had been making when he got into the car for the first time was clinging to her and trailing behind her as she walked.

“So what did you get baby?” - Jimin realised he never actually asked so decided to whilst Y/n was still awake as Hobi started up the car

“Oh I just got swimwear because Hobi said I should get in the hottub later” - Her words intrigued Jimin as he turned his body more to get a better view of Y/n while they spoke

“In the hottub? On your own?” - His eyebrows furrowed as he worried, for no good reason besides purely worrying if she’d be okay on her own but it made Y/n’s ears fly back, pinning to her head as her voice wobbled unsure

“Hobi said Kook would join me…” - Her eyes had gotten wide, worrying about Jimin being upset about her using it but it wasn’t that at all, his hesitance only sprouting from his love

“Would you mind if I joined too?”

“Of course not! I’d- I’d really like that” - Y/n’s voice got louder before it got louder quieter as she tried to hide the evident excitement at that idea, the way her ears flicked up and tail started to sway quickly was evidence enough to have Jimin cooing and assuring her that he’d like it more

Y/n took her habitual nap with a smile, cradling her own hand at first for the sense of comfort she always seemed before Jimin reached his arm back, catching her hand and entangling their fingers, sharing small contact and warmth as Y/n held it as close as she could.

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“Just give me a while to shower princess I’ll be right there!” - Jungkook quite literally sprinted past everyone, rushing to his room to shower in excitement about getting into the hot tub with her. He was one go shower for a long time as it was but now, he’d take just a little longer to make sure he smelt, felt and looked especially good, trying to impress Y/n.

Tae had made sure the hottub was all ready whilst they were gone and they’d all waited around for a few hours until people started to come home, Jimin had a long shower in that time but since Y/n had one in the morning and she’d have one after the hottub, she opted out. She did however, sit down infront of Jin and taught him how to french braid her hair, giggling through every step until she had one on either side of her head to keep her hair from matting if it got wet. Unfortunately, there was nothing he could do to stop her tail matting but Y/n knew that and waved off his huffs, pulling him into a needy hug, pretty much climbing into his broad frame and asking if he’d do her hair more often, him quickly agreeing with his arms wrapping her into him tight.

Luckily, Y/n’s sticky scent had calmed down before anyone came home otherwise there would be a whole lot of people trying to get fresh air to push down their thoughts about the sticky mess in Y/n’s panties. It had been torturous for the three men in the house before but they pushed their hybrid sides down for the time.

“So the hottub hm? That’ll be nice beautiful” - Jin spoke whilst organising the room to his liking a little bit

“Yes, Hobi helped me with my back and told me it’ll be even better if I go in there” - Jin hummed in response, looking at her curiously as she mentioned her back.

“And me and kook get to join her” - Jimin pranced over, swinging his arm around Y/n’s shoulders and looking at Jin who just gave him a knowing look and shaking his head.

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Outside whilst Y/n is trying on her Bikinis

“Aishhhh-“

“That’s hot! How do we even-“

“Too hot-“

“Just try”

After a round of groans and complaints, an array of noises coming from around the hottub, Jimin and Jungkook eventually got knee deep into the boiling water, trying to urge themselves in deeper.

“What are you two doing” - Namjoon had come out confused because all he could hear as he walked past was their groans and shouts, looking at the two half in the water and trying to dip themselves in further slowly. Jumping out every few attempts, they had tried just going all in and quickly threw away that idea and pretty much tried everything, throwing water at eachother and all but the one thing they hadn’t tried, very logical thing, was turn the heat down a few degrees.

That’s exactly what Namjoon did, turning it down and telling them it would be better in a few minutes so the two continued to try to get in, eventually making it and sitting on the ledges, water up to their shoulders, Kook dipped his entire head under water and Jimin was in and out a few times.

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Inside - Y/n getting ready

Y/n hadn’t gone swimming in a long time so her bikinis were last worn atleast 2 years ago at this point, that’s why she brought all three, not knowing which one would fit her right. One was far too small, string digging into her hips and cups barely fitting her breasts, the second wasn’t very flattering in her opinion, a pull on set that just didn’t make her feel great but the third was okay. It had its flaws.

Flaws being the cups were still a little too small, her breasts spilling out of the sides a little more than they would if she were to pick a new bikini size now and perhaps it was riskier going for the option where she had to tie the strings on either side of her hips, around her neck and around her back but it was the best option out of the three.

Fully on, Y/n looked at herself in the mirror, stomach turning slightly anxiously as she had never been anywhere near this revealed to the pack. She loved her body, she really did and was very comfortable in herself but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t nerve wracking showing it off infront of the boys she was head over heels for. Running her hands over herself, she made sure each of the ties were double knotted just incase, the little bows at each end quite fitting really.

Maybe she shouldn’t be so worried infront of Jungkook since he’d kind of seen it all in close proximity, very close, before but this was different and she’d still be infront of Jimin too. Quickly finding one of Jin’s shirts she threw it over herself, it ending mid thigh and good for a quick cover up before quickly heading out, rushing down the hall until she was outside, on the balcony filled with laughter and content sighs that halted when she stepped out, two pairs of eyes falling on her. Both of them were sitting in the water and Y/n gave them an awkward smile, cringing when she realised she’d have to take the shirt off now.

“It’s really hot baby, I’ll help you in” - All Y/n’s thoughts left her mind when Jimin stood up, before she was only able to see the top of his moon cycle tattoo but now, oh now, the water parted as he stood up, making way for his god-like build and flooding down. His shorts were tight, short and low. He had the sharpest cut v-line Y/n had ever seen and back dimples, literally built like a Greek god, a never mind tattoo across his ribs. Y/n’s eyes were wide, trailing down his body taking in every little ridge and curve and they only averted to quickly skip down to his thighs when they trained on where his v-line followed.

Y/ns mind was still, eyes wide and unmoving when Jimin started to make his way towards her down the steps, standing infront of her as he looked at her with a small smirk.

“Come on then” - Y/n quickly snapped back realising she had the shirt on still, Jimin only meant to bring her closer not knowing if she wanted to keep the shirt on but Y/n clumsily pulled it over her head. She wiggled on the spot as the shirt was pulled over her eyes for a few moments, unaware of the two pairs of widened eyes zoned in on her.

Y/n suddenly felt like a deer in headlights as she stood awkwardly, quickly looking up to Jimin to see him with his bottom lip between his teeth and eyes raking down her body taking in every curve. He snapped himself out of it, shooting his eyes up to her face with a blush that could be mistaken for the effects of the heat, holding his hand out and leading her up the steps before easily dipping himself in.

Y/n attempted to do the same but the second her toes touched the boiling water she jumped, pulling it right back out and wobbling on the slippery step. She probably would have fallen if it weren’t for Jimin shooting his hands out wrapping them firmly around her bare waist and steadying her. Jimin attempted not to react to the feeling of his hands against her waist but couldn’t helps the shudder and unsteady breath he let out ‘I told you it’s hot baby, be careful’

Y/n finally looked after averting her eyes to the ground and found Jimin was eyeline with her chest because of her position on the ledge, Jungkook was watching with wide doe eyes from the side, the baby faces both men had juxtaposed their builds significantly and would of made her laugh if it wasn’t for the way Jungkook’s was taking her in like she was some form of art. Blushing at him made him turn away with a smirk, the images of Y/n’s body running through his mind.

Jimin was no different, holding onto her waist tightly but wishing he could just run his hands up and down her, play with the strings of the bikini and tease her about undoing the bows. He was face to face with her large boobs, pushing against the fabric of the bikini top and looking too pretty and soft for him to process, quickly glancing down didn’t make it any better, the curves of her waist, thick thighs and soft stomach just being all too attractive for him to think, feeling the shorts he was wearing getting even tighter in the front and that was what made him snap out of it.

“Sit down baby, then start to get in” - Y/n quickly followed his instruction, letting him hold her steady as she crouched on the edge, holding on and slowly beginning to dip her legs in, hissing at the heat but after getting in up to her knees she decided to get it done fast, surprising the two men as she leaped in the rest of the way, water rising to her mid waist as she stood frozen for a moment to process it, arms risen just above the water level.

Jimin hadn’t let go of her waist until she was standing in it and sighing out as the water became enjoyable. He waded to one corner, Jungkook in another and Y/n started to go to another. The hottub had three layers, a high seat, a low seat and the floor, Y/n started with the high seat until she realised the water only came just above her bikini bottoms and left her entire top half exposed to the chilly air and eyes so she tried the lower seat. It only came up to Jungkook and Jimin’s shoulders but as she sunk lower and lower, she had to pause and come back up as it kept reaching higher and was going to end up at her nose so her eyebrows furrowed as she hovered awkwardly mid seat.

“Come here princess, it’s too low for you” - Jungkook called her over and got comfortable in his own seat, waiting for her to get close enough before grabbing her by her nearly bare hips, spinning her around and pulling her onto his lap, the water now reaching her chin but still a lot less high than before. She shuffled with a shy smile on her face, getting comfortable and making Jungkook hold his breath, his arms slipping around her just under her boobs, they were literally resting on his tattooed arms but Y/n’s didn’t seem to mind.

Jimin watched from the other side like it was the most interesting movie he could ever see, watching the way Y/n moved until she was on one of Jungkook’s thigh rather than both, straddling it and letting out a soft breath as she lowered herself onto him properly. He also watched Jungkook’s furrowed eyebrows as Y/n shuffled and definitely kept rubbing over the middle of his shorts, his arm under her breasts was pushing them up ever so slightly and had Jimin gulping as it just seemed to natural for Y/n, easily making herself comfortable and relaxing into his touch.

He didn’t miss Y/n’s reactions to his own body, it made him giddy especially when he caught Y/n’s eyes again after she’d got comfortable, he watched a blush rise to her cheeks as she took him in so he played on her admiration, relaxing into his seat and manspreading with a tilt of his head knowing just how to work her up. It was easy to see his effect on her because she shifted on Jungkook’s thigh, accidentally rubbing her core against it and eyes widening as his thigh tensed making the sensation stronger. He watched her practically fall forward at the sensation, gripping onto Kooks thigh whilst his arm under her breasts kept her upright.

“Princess, your going to fall, be careful, you sit here or you sit on Jimin’s lap” - Y/n shuddered and shuffled on his thigh again, eyeing up Jimin knowing both options sounded equally as good, looking through the water at his thick thighs just calling her in. Jungkook wasn’t oblivious to how she was feeling, he could feel her shift and try not to rut against his thigh at Jimin’s gaze and he was seconds from moving his free hand to guide her hips.

He leant in, nosing at her neck and inhaling her sweet scent, the arm around her torso pulling her in closer and pushing up higher, knowing it was making Jimin go crazy and Y/n relax as it seemed to relieve the weight on her chest, literally. He started to think maybe her back pain wasn’t just from painting. Jungkook was making Y/n melt on him, seeping into his touch and gasping out as he brushed his lips over her scent gland, eyes fluttering shut and everytime they opened she got a full view of Jimin that was making her fall even deeper, hips moving against Jungkook’s thigh subconsciously. The two men were simply egging her on, letting her fall into that soft sweet space while she gasped and let out cute shuddering breaths, falling apart on Jungkook’s thigh as if it was an everyday occasion. And just as Jungkook had wanted, his hand was guiding her hips to gently rock on his thigh.

“Give her a break you too, kitten looks like she’s going to collapse” - Yoongi has been watching for only two minutes with Taehyung by his side but the three in the hottub hadn’t noticed, in their own world and suddenly three pairs of eyes shot towards him and Tae, wide and guilty. Yoongi had just come out for a smoke, Tae accompanying him with his glass of wine and they came out to a very entertaining sight.

Y/n was instant to try to speak, all her soft movements halted, shrinking in on herself and ears pinning back in embarrassment at what she had been doing. “I- We just- um- sorry…” - she didn’t even know what she was trying to say and refused to meet anyone’s eyes, leaning back into Jungkook’s broad chest with her tail wrapped around her for silent comfort.

“Come on hyung, you’ve embarrassed princess now! It’s okay princess, did it feel nice?” - Even if Jungkook’s words seemed teasing there wasn’t a hint of indication of that in his tone, he moved one hand from her hips to settle on her burning cheeks, red hot as he frowned at her glassy eyes, holding her close and pressing a comforting kiss to her head, not urging her to answer.

“Mhm” - It was soft and oh so quiet, making all of their hearts melt but Y/n muttered it into Jungkook’s neck in response, refusing to look around. Jimin was desperate to come closer, hesitating for a moment before he did, sliding his own hands onto her, one on her plush thigh and the other on her other cheek, both cheeks trapped between the two men’s hands just like her body, forming a comforting bubble around her.

“Yoongi didn’t mean it baby, he just didn’t want you to get too overwhelmed” - He smiled at her to try to urge her to do the same, he knew she was embarrassed but he hoped she’d understand. Yoongi followed Jimin’s words, coming around to the side of the hottub, holding his cigarette far away in one arm and using to other to lean on the edge

“I’m sorry kitten, I didn’t mean to embarrass you, Jimins right, I suppose if your okay then you should really carry on hm?” - Y/n shyly met Yoongi’s eyes and waited for a moment, his intoxicating scent enhanced by the burning tobacco making her dizzy, breathing it in greedily and prying herself away from Jungkook’s chest slightly to lean into Jimin’s hold, keeping her seat on Kooks thigh. Instead of continuing to rock on Jungkook’s thigh she pressed herself towards Jimin, wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning her own chest against his, face against the crook of his neck.

Y/n’s instincts took over, sitting back and ignoring everything around her as the four men watched her curiously, she hopped off of the two men and looked at them, grabbing and pushing until they were sitting next to eachother, Y/n was looking at them with her eyes glassy still but with a satisfied glint in them, furrowing her eyebrows as she grabbed their thighs that were next to each others and pushed them together, moving forward and settling herself right there, straddling the two thighs so she was facing outwards and letting the two men wrap their hands around her to keep her steady whilst she let out a giggle.

Y/n’s legs were far more spread than before and perhaps it should have been uncomfortable and definitely more exposing but she didn’t mind as she relaxed back letting her head fall to one of their shoulders, whose, she didn’t know. Jimin’s arm had replaced Jungkook’s earlier position under her breasts and Jungkook’s was pressing into her sensitive stomach. It made her think about what happened in the car and even in her dazed state she blushed furiously, finally looking out to the two other men on the balcony.

Yoongi’s cigarette finished and Taes wine glass half empty, they stared with hard gazes taking in every inch of her on show and her position between the two men. And that’s when she realised she had two free hands and so much skin to touch, she huffed that the other two were outside the hottub but instead leaned her head on either men’s shoulders back and forth, running her hands all over their chests like she could never get enough (which she couldn’t) and trying to press her own chest towards them both back and forth. Their skin were just so soft and chests so firm and strong and capable it was making Y/n dizzy all over again, nuzzling into any skin she could get too and not even noticing their small jumps as she would run her hands over their nipples.

And suddenly there was more hands on her, a voice whispering in her ear too. “That’s it, scent them, they’re all yours aren’t they” - Y/n was nodding her head before even thinking, a hand caressing her front and dipping into the water, avoiding touching her breasts but happily trailing over her the rest of her, she had whined and arched up when the hand slipped over where she was oh so sensitive, still supported by Jimin’s arm, there was voices cooing at her and letting her carry on for a moment until Yoongi decided it was verging too much, that they should let Yoongi/n calm down again so he squeezed a hand into each of the men’s necks, making them relax and their hands on Y/n soften making her sigh and slack against the two bodies.

The four men began having their own conversation for a few minutes whilst Y/n calmed down, it had been strange how she suddenly switched up and felt the strong need to just be close and possessive, even mid conversation it confused her but they hadn’t seemed to mind. Yoongi had made his way back to Taehyung, lighting another cigarette while the four men spoke, the vibrations of the two men’s chest whenever they laughed making Y/n purr as if that’s what they were doing too. The hot water around her like a nice blanket and it was nice enough that she found herself shuffling again, turning sideways and sitting over the two thighs sideways, leaning forward and wrapping her hands around Jimins neck, resting her head on him and closing her eyes.

There was a hand on her back, rubbing softly, another around her waist, a third under her chin holding her head above the water just incase and a forth holding her thigh.

“You want some bubbly, princess?” - Y/n hummed out a polite denial, muttering about how they should have some though. jimin took her up on that offer, quickly finishing one glass and having Taehyung top it up, sipping at the next. Jungkook had a glass of whiskey with Yoongi, Taehyung having some champagne with jimin and everyone watching over Y/n, making sure she was okay while she was slumped against the two.

Y/n was more than okay, so comfortable she easily could have slept there, basking in the warmth all around her and the soothing noise of the men she was so comfortable with. So comfortable that her body felt like jelly, she was relaxed before but now her body started to fall as her eyes got heavy and the arms around her instantly tightened, keeping her close and upright, she woke up out of her momentary sleep to another voice

“Come on pretty, let’s get you out, your tired” - Taehyungs deep voice persuaded her forward, Jimin and Jungkook gently pushing her towards the steps where Tae waited for her. She stood up and held onto one of Taehyungs outstretched hands letting him pull her up and close. When she was close enough his big hands wrapped around her hips, guiding her sleepy body out and once she was down the steps, instantly wrapped her in a warm towel that made her purr and smile up at him.

“Thank you TaeTae” - Bundled in the towel, Y/n leant against his chest, pressing her cheek over his shirt, it wasn’t as good as being right against him like she could do with the two shirtless men but being just so close to Tae made up for it, he held her until she began to shiver slightly where he urged her inside. They had spent a much longer time in the hot tub than Y/n had realised, her hands were all pruny and skin pink with the heat.

“We can always go back outside but you can’t fall asleep in the hottub pretty” - Tae kept close behind her, only reaching infront to open the doors for her whilst they walked through.

“I’d like that, I’ll just get changed” - Y/n felt more awake now that she wasn’t in the steamy tub, she wasn’t really tired at all just scent high and extremely relaxed. Taehyung let her grab some clothes and get changed in his bathroom.

Y/n dried off before stripping off her bikini, the chilly air of the bathroom making her skin prickle in goosebumps but it was nothing compared to the way she twitched and shuddered as she ran her hands over every place the boys had touched her, smiling and giggling to herself. She had picked up not her own clothes, but a tracksuit she frequently would change into here when she came over, it was Jungkook’s and the comfiest thing she had ever worn; all of their clothes were. In her search for just the tracksuit, she had forgotten about all forms of underwear and panicked for a minute, weighing up her options.

1. Put back on the Bikini Nope not happening its all wet

2. Go out, explain and find some then come back in No that’s just embarrassing how could you forget

3. Ask Taehyung through the door to go into the bag and- No I’m not even going to finish that thought he can’t know. No one can.

So that left the final option. Just put the tracksuit on, don’t say anything, act normal and put on panties and a bra as soon as there’s a valid opportunity.

Spinning infront of the large mirror, Y/n was glad it wasn’t obvious, as far as she could tell atleast, that was one problem half sorted, the other was where to put the wet bikini, and as if Taehyung could hear her thoughts which she prayed he couldn’t because lord…

“You can leave your bikini to dry on the radiator” - And so she did, kind of embarrassed to have it just out in the open but what could she do, nothing really. Going back out, Taehyung cooed and teased about how Kook would love seeing her in those clothes.

“Still want to go back out pretty?”

“Yeah, it’s fun I just got all drowsy before”

Taehyung led them back out, Jimin and Jungkook had stayed in the hottub, sipping their drinks and talking with Yoongi. Immediately after seeing Y/n, Jungkook was watching with heart eyes, that doe look again just taking her in even if he’d seen her in this tracksuit multiple times now. Infact, he permanently kept the sleeves and ankles cuffed, after every wash he’d re-roll them for the next time she wanted to wear them.

Y/n could see how he loved it just through his eyes but she thought back to her issue when she was changing oh Kook if only you knew; I need to find that opportunity quick. It wasn’t even that she had a problem with not wearing anything underneath it was just she didn’t think Jungkook would appreciate that at all obviously (obviously he would have 0 complaints but Y/n overthinks).

“You look cute baby, not sleepy anymore?” - Jimin was leaning on his hand staring at Y/n as he spoke, it made Y/n flush red as she thought about how she’d been all over the two, scented them, pushed and pulled them around and fell asleep on them briefly too.

“Not anymore” - She refused to meet his eyes and lucky for her, before Jimin could continue teasing, Yoongi cut him off

“Drink, kitten?” - they had a few bottles on the side, brought in from the kitchen and whilst they were what Yoongi was mostly referring too, if Y/n even glanced at anything else or hesitated he knew he would be running to get whatever it is she could want.

“Maybe just one glass, please”

“Of whiskey? Didn’t know you liked that kitten” - Yoongi was only teasing, hovering his hand over the whiskey bottle with faux surprise, watching Y/n freeze for a moment before laughing and denying the offer of whiskey

“No, no- just champagne please, no whiskey” - She watched Yoongi still tease her drifting his hand back and forth between the two bottles but while she was watching Yoongi, the youngest 3 men of the pack were watching her like she was the brightest star in the sky.

“Come sit with me pretty” - With her poured champagne in hand she turned to Taehyung, confused at how she’d really sit with him as he was on a barstool and there was only two out (the other occupied by Yoongi) but Taehyung answered her question with a pat to his thigh.

The concept made Y/n flustered again but she did it, getting closer and debating how to climb up because she didn’t want to seem awkward so Tae took her into his own hands, literally, putting down his drink, wrapping his hands around her waist firmly and lifting her up to sit sideways with her legs over his own thighs. It made Y/n gasp snd definitely didn’t help her blush, especially when he picked up his drink again with one hand and tightly wrapped the other around her torso. She was held tight against him and his arm was holding her in place while his hand moved slightly to pet her waist and stomach over the hoodie. She was swooning on the spot.

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Yeah so, that one glass, that turned into 6 maybe 9 who’s even keeping count, one bottle turned into… let’s not even count because it was Jimin Tae and Y/n drinking the champagne, Tae switched to white wine after the bottle of champagne was finished while Jimin and Y/n drank bottles of Jimins fancy Rosé. Jungkook and Yoongi had their favourite whiskeys and while they sipped slower, definitely kept up with the three on levels of intoxication considering theirs was much higher percentage. What the three didn’t have in percentage, they made up in haste, the drinks gone before they even knew it.

Jimin decided to pinch half of Y/n’s glass every now and then and she’d just look confused when she picked it back up. Jimin and Jungkook had been out of the hottub for a long time now, them both rushing in and throwing on comfortable clothes before rushing back out in giggles. This definitely wasn’t how the night was planned to go but no one was complaining.

“Pspspsps, here kitty kitty” - Yoongi was calling out to Y/n, leaning back in his chair and inviting her over, knowing it would irritate her but he figured he had a lot of teasing to get back at her for.

“Stop that! It’s not going to work!” - Y/n huffed, crossing her arms over her chest and turning into Taehyung to not look at Yoongi, knowing his offer was all too appealing.

“Pspspspsps” - He just carried on and when Y/n turned to look at him she felt her body moved before her brain could, hopping off of Tehyungs lap and practically leaping to pounce at Yoongi, he caught her claws and all before she could even touch him and manhandled her over his lap, keeping a hand firmly on her back to keep her down and letting her hiss, giggle and squirm.

“Chimmy! Kookie! Taetae! Come on help me! Please?” - She was giggling out as she looked up as looked at each of them to rescue her but they only laughed shaking their heads. Her head was cloudy and she felt so giggly, and needy, she was really enjoying this actually, that’s why she just slumped, giggling to herself even though she was bent over Yoongi’s lap, she was just happy to have his touch.

After a little while of just laying there giggling Y/n suddenly shot uo and Yoongi wasn’t going to stop her.

“Right! Who’s drank my drink! It’s all gone which one of you was it” - Y/n falsified anger, putting her hands on her hips sassily before pointing at each of the men accusing them individually. On the same level of drunk as her, Jimin couldn’t keep his giggling to himself, putting a hand over his mouth guiltily and when Y/n’s eyes shot to him he couldn’t contain himself, immediately giving himself away and Y/n stomped over angrily.

Y/n went from angry to lovestruck, looking at Jimin and thinking he was the prettiest man she’d ever know or see or even think about, staring at him and licking her lips as she looked at his plush lips encasing his pearly teeth. They had all thought she’d give him a piece of her mind but instead she looked at him shyly, handing her empty glass over to him and admiring him as she spoke

“It’s okay… pour me another one?” - And who was Jimin to say no, stumbling a little as he got up, you’d think it was from the alcohol but really it was from the way he was too focused on eyeing up Y/n to notice his own steps. He refused to break her eye contact with her while he poured and handed over the glass, settling back in his seat and Y/n followed suite, placing herself on his lap with her legs over his thighs like she it was the most natural thing in the world and if they were sober they’d both be blushing but instead, Jimin just grabbed a handful of her thigh and watched as she lifted the glass to her lips, glossy from her licking them, he licked his own thinking about how they taste.

There was a little drop of wine just on her lip and Jimin just couldn’t resist.

“Can I have a taste?” - Y/n looked at him, seeing him staring at her lips and nodding eagerly, very happy to let him no matter what he meant.

“Yes, yes you can” - with that, Jimin crashed their lips together in a tension filled, messy and heated kiss, one that had the conversation around them completely stopping and zoning in on the two. Jimin could be the sweetest kisser but he could also be the messiest, the neediest, that was clear in the way he was taking the lead, speeding up their pace and slipping his tongue over Y/n’s lips, nipping at her bottom lip when she didn’t respond.

They were breathless, gasping for eachother and when Y/n’s hands started to roam so did Jimins, slipping under each others tops. Y/n whined into the kiss at the shuddering feeling of his abs and chest, running her hands everywhere she could reach. Jimins started modest, keeping to her waist but slowly trailed up, moving to run up her back as he got closer to her breasts but his eyebrows furrowed, momentarily breaking their connection to ask

“No bra?” - Y/n only flushed and connected their lips together again to silence him, and to prove Jimins theory right, she slowly moved his hands around from her back to her front, pushing them until they were on the underneaths of her bare breasts, making her gasp into the kiss and Jimin faulted, moaning as he grabbed needy handfuls, grabbing and pushing up lifting their weight hearing Y/n sigh happily at that and then gently massaging around them. He never moved to her nipples because that seemed like a whole next step that he didn’t want to get too while she wasn’t sober.

Even if Jimin had mumbled his comment about her being braless, the three around them had heard it loud and clear, Jungkooks eyes darkening in lust as he gripped onto his sweats, refusing to blink so he didn’t miss a second and feeling envious of the two, especially as he could see Jimins hands moving under the hoodie. Yoongi was sipping on his whiskey, his tail flicking behind him slowly as he smirked, he was careful as much as he indulged in his own desire to watch, ready to step in and seperate the two if he believed it was getting too much in their intoxicated states but he knew Jimin wouldn’t let that happen. Taehyung was practically drooling, swelling harshly and looking away shyly after a few moments, pulling at the neck of his hoodie like it was getting hard to breathe.

Jimin had abandoned touching Y/n’s chest to trail back down her waist and slipping the tips of his fingers into the waistband of the sweatpants, they sat low on her hips and he teased around the entire band, smiling against her lips when she accidentally pressed the tips of her claws into him from sensitivity. He planned to toy with the sides of her panties on her hips, not moving too close to her middle at all so he dipped his fingers lower into the waistband on the sides of her hips, he wiggled his fingers slightly and drank in Y/n’s small gasps, furrowing his brows in confusion when he reached where he was touching her thighs and he still didn’t find any fabric.

Y/n’s was too caught up in his taste and the way it felt to kiss Jimin that she’d forgotten about her secret, loving the cold touch of Jimins fingers as they moved around the sides of her hips to see if he was just missing them at first and when he was sure he was right, he sunk his fingers into the soft skin and smirked into the kiss, giving her lower hips a squeeze as if to say ‘I know now’ and that reminded Y/n, who broke the kiss she’d got so caught up in and blushed more than she thought she ever could.

Her face was guilty, looking into Jimins eyes and praying he’d ignore it or by some miracle, not noticed. He wasn’t going to say anything, preferring to keep her secret as something to tease her about privately later and just moved his hands up again and onto her hips, resting on the curve rather than in her waistband again.

Jimin cleared his throat, looking around as he noticed the silence and the three men shifting in their seats with various looks in their eyes, not quite knowing where to start talking again.

“How many bottles have you all had between you?” - Saved by a angel by the name of Namjoon, everyone looked over with red tinted cheeks, Jimin getting right back into his giggly state again, looking at the man over his shoulder

“A few, maybe more?” - Jimin was always so happy when he was drunk and it radiated, projecting onto everyone around him, making Namjoon return his smile and everyone just looked at him like he wasn’t real because that smile was truly from another world it just mesmerised them all.

“Slow down, hm? You all look like you’re about to fall out of your seats” - They all just nodded and looked at him lovestruck, puppy eyes all around.

“Would you like one Joon?” - Yoongi offered up an empty whiskey glass

“I’m good thank you”

“Joonie your so handsome” - No one was expecting Y/n to come out with that, she’d spoken her thoughts out loud and Joon just crumbled, shyly laughing and looking down and around, avoiding her eyes for a moment.

“Thank you doll, you’re so beautiful” - Y/n immediately thanked him and giggled shyly, grabbing her drink and hiding her lips behind it to smile for longer.

Conversation started back up after that, Joon went back inside and everyone started to sip at their drinks again.

“Princesssss, come sit here my thighs are coldddd” Jungkook easily slurred his words and his lisp came in heavy when he was drunk, clearly got needy too, making grabby hands at Y/n and before she could move Yoongi tied his own opinion in too.

“Yeahhh, Jimin your hogging Y/n, let her come sit over here” - Yoongi let out. Taehyung was sitting next to Jungkook thigh to thigh and if Y/n came over he’d probably be touching her too so he was happy enough if she sat on his lap.

Jimin figured they were right, letting Y/n slide down off his lap but as she lifted herself off his thighs and bent forward slightly, his eyes widened in pure shock quickly reaching forward and quite roughly pulling her back down, holding her close and tight with both arms wrapped around her waist. Y/n was more than confused and Jimin quickly played off his shock with a laugh

“I’m keeping Y/n to myself for a bit longer” - Jungkook and Tae whined and shot out protests but eventually just huffed and slumped, waiting patiently, when they had continued to talk to eachother and Yoongi, Jimin took the opportunity to tell Y/n why he’d been so insistent on staying put. He leant in, his lips brushing over her ear and whispered as quietly as he could, keeping his eyes forward to make sure no one was listening.

“You wanted me to keep your little secret right” - Y/n was embarrassed at the reminder but nodded, wondering why that was relevant because she’d made sure you couldn’t see any difference when she’d checked in the mirror before she left the bathroom.

“You might want to stay right here for a little longer then baby” - Y/n’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion and her face morphed into one of shock and flushed with red at his next words, gripping onto his arm around her. Jimins voice got impossibly lower and huskier than she’d ever heard.

“There’s slick on your joggers baby, might want to wait a little” - When Y/n had moved to get off, Jimin could see right between her thighs, the darker spot on the light grey joggers, he smelt it before he was it, nostrils flaring and if she moved anywhere else, everyone else would know too because as much as Y/n would consistently feel her underwear grow sticky and wet around them, it rarely got further than the barrier of her panties. Without that barrier and tied in with the loose joggers, Y/n shuffled and noticed just how much she’d dripped down her thighs and soaked the crotch of the joggers when she was kissing Jimin, squeezing her thighs together in fear that anyone else could smell or see it.

“W-what do I do? It’s everywhere” - Jimin shivered against Y/n’ breathing in the fresh air around deeply and letting out a shaky breath at Y/n’s words, knowing her problem was the result of their kissing. He groaned trying to push away the mental image of her bare thighs, slightly spread and glistening with her sweet, sticky slick.

“Just stay here for a little, we will wait until the joggers dry a bit, you won’t be able to go anywhere without everyone seeing baby” - Y/n listened intently and nodded feeling all too embarrassed that Jimin knew all of it, hoping they dried out quickly, she considered spilling wine down herself ‘accidentally’ but worried about staining the joggers with the colour, the rosé dark enough to potentially change the light grey.

They waited for 5 minutes, until a new problem came up, Jimin desperately needed to go to the bathroom to the point where he was bouncing his leg and not making Y/n’s problem go away any faster, just telling him to go but as she was about to stand up she realised she couldn’t just sit back in his seat because it would be weird, so she had a decision to make. Tae and Jungkook were opposite and if she went to them, not only would Yoongi find out as she walked over because he’d see but they’d find out too. Yoongi however, was close, on the same side and if she awkwardly backed into him without turning around and just jumped on his lap, she might even be able to hide it completely!

That didn’t work out too well because Yoongi did see first off, then he could smell the sweet strawberries and with the way Y/n backed over, stumbling and wobbling on her feet from the drinks she’d had and quickly hopped on his lap like it was nothing, he knew she was trying to hide it too. Tae and Jungkook whined about her not going over to them but Yoongi was more focused on the way Y/n was trying to get comfortable and hadn’t noticed how she nearly toppled off his lap, she would have fallen down from the stall as her entire thigh was off of his lap but Yoongi moved faster than that could happen. Moving that fast meant his hand came down under her thigh a little hard, hard enough to make a slap noise as he grabbed at it to hold her up.

Y/n gasped and her arms shot around his neck, burying her head into his chest as she tried to hold back a whimper. Yoongi’s hand was holding and pressing into that bite mark Hoseok had so meanly (she didn’t really think it was mean at all, quite enjoyable really as him and Jimin noticed) put on her, it made her think back to what he said about checking it and made her pout for a moment as she realised he hadn’t yet but she hadn’t seen him in a few hours so it made sense. The drink in her system made her a lot more confident than usual so she wiggled in Yoongi’s grasp, the hand on her thigh tightening to keep her up and making her gasp and giggle as she thought back to Hoseok, the hand on her sensitive stomach, the sharp canines biting into her just enough, the hands holding her down just so that she didn’t move and get hurt, the clear experience and skill Hoseok had to make her feel that balance of pleasure and pain and not break skin. It was just so good.

“You’re pressing on Hobi’s bite” - Y/n giggled into Yoongi’s chest, words muffled by his shirt but he still made them out, face scrunching up in confusion and right on queue, Jimin came right back nearly as wobbly as earlier finding Y/n’s dazy state on Yoongi’s lap, his hand holding firmly over the area where Hobi bit and as he caught Y/n’s words, it made sense.

“What do you mean Hobi’s bite, princess?” - Yoongi was curious as much as he was amused, Y/n seemed quite proud of said bite and was happily telling him about it

“Hobi bit me after I was playing earlier when we picked up Jimin” - All of them zoned in on her words, where, how, hard? Soft?

“Where did he bite you, pretty?” - Taehyung was imagining the imprints everywhere

“Did you like it?” - Jungkook couldn’t help but envision her really. Really liking it (and that she did)

“Oh- she liked it” - Jimin smugly said, teasing and making eye contact with Y/n, thinking about her sweet whines and the way she’d submitted to Hoseok

“Jimin! I did not…” - Y/n knew she was lying, looking away with a pout to hide her smile as she thought back

“Don’t lie now, what was he doing again, wasn’t he pressing on your stomach” - Jimin had pretended to think hard, meeting Y/n’s eyes again with a devilish look in his own. Yoongi hummed in a way that sounded suspiciously like a growl against her

“What he was pressing right here?” - Yoongi moved his hand that wasn’t on Y/n’s thigh to her lower stomach, right over that spot Hobi had been pressing and he pretended to contemplate, tracing the slim tips of his veiny hands over the area and right as she was about to answer, pressing down making her throw herself forward, leaning into his hands more with choked gasps and a high pitched moan that she tried to keep quiet

“AH! Oh! Yes-” - Y/n nodded with her eyes squeezed shut, unable to hold back the way she pushed her hips down to try to get some contact, to no relief. Yoongi continued but with slightly softer hands, unlike how Hobi did earlier when he’d made her admit being wrong and trying to annoy him.

“There was it, kitten? And he bit you where?” - Yoongi tilted his head teasingly at her, watching her struggle to think, to get her words out as she huffed and breathed heavily in his hold

“Where your- where your holding” - Yoongi gave her thigh a squeeze eliciting an even louder gasp, Y/n on the verge of whimpering and whining endlessly, trying to hold onto her composure

“And has he checked it since?” - The more Yoongi spoke, the softer his hands became until he eventually stopped with his next words, just running his fingers over the skin as opposed to putting any pressure.

“No I- I haven’t seen him in a while that’s why- he said he would tho” - Y/n’s voice got quieter, as if she was in trouble but she obviously wasn’t:

“I’m sure Hobi would happily check it now kitten”

“Yes! Yes he should check it now!” - Just as she was about to stand up, Yoongi remembered something he saw as she first sat down, instead deciding to pull at her thighs and arrange her bridal style in his arms quickly, facing her the opposite way from the two youngest in the pack and quickly walking inside, the other three vowing to follow shortly and giving Yoongi enough time to get Y/n to Jin’s room where her clothes were

“Why are we here Yoongs?” - Y/n was all giggly again, hanging off him and curiously looking around time slipping away, one second she was outside and the next she was inside.

“You might want to change your joggers kitten, Kook and Tae didn’t see but I’m sure Jimin already knew” - Yoongi couldn’t help the smirk as he said it, glancing down at her middle and then back up to her pink face, right before she scrambled out of his arms and then realised wait he doesn’t actually know only Jimin actually knows this is fine she would of been embarrassed had she been sober but right now she would of just taken off her joggers right then and there, until her hands aligned with her brain quickly, moving to grab her bag with her panties and pyjamas, she grabbed her tight little pyjama short shorts that would definitely be swamped by the hoodie but she figured wearing trousers and then having the bite looked at just didn’t really work together.

She grabbed some panties to put on this time too, waddling to the en-suite under Yoongi’s watchful eye from where he’d relaxed on the bed, laughing to himself about the night. He’d listened out and only heard Y/n trip over herself once which was good, she stripped off the joggers and stepped into the panties and shorts, forgetting that there had been evidence of her own arousal all up her inner thighs and where her panties were now, evidence that they would definitely smell but that slipped Y/n’s mind, kicking the joggers to the side and coming out with a big smile.

Even in Yoongi’s slightly drunk state he was hit in the face by the scent clinging to Y/n, her own scent and it made him dizzy for a moment, blinking harshly to try and get back to normal.

“Ta-da!” - And Y/n spun, stumbling as she giggled and showed off her shorts, they were a tempting sight as it was but Yoongi’s eyes got attached to the big clear bite mark on her upper back thigh, curving as her thighs curved on the inner part. Y/n happily flaunted it and that made Yoongi shakily breathe out, ushering her out the door and into the living room.

Y/n attached herself onto Yoongi’s arm, the two wobbling together as they walked down the hall, Y/n was leant onto his arm, hugging his bicep and making it harder for herself to walk but accepting it to be close to him. Just like the three youngest had told them outside, they were waiting in the living room for them, with Hoseok who just took in the sight of them all 5 stumbling in, the three youngest rambling about the bite he put on Y/n.

“You wanted me to check something honey?” - Hoseok turned his full attention to Y/n, ignoring the still talking three around him; taking in the way she held on to Yoongi with a lovestruck smile on her face until she looked at him and faked anger, pouting

“You said you would and you didn’t” - She let go of Yoongi just to cross her arms over her chest stubbornly

“Your right honey come here I’ll make it better” - Hobi could stop the amused smile taking over his face, gesturing for her to come closer

“It doesn’t need to be better I like it” - Y/n stood rooted to the spot, now thinking he was going to somehow magically get rid of it, ears pinned back and tail wrapping around it protectively. Hobi’s eyes softened at that, gesturing her over again

“Yeah I know but we can’t have it getting irritated” - Slowly, Y/n walked over, encouraged by Yoongi gently pushing her and Hobi reaching out for her.

“Come on, lay over Hobi’s lap- just like that good kitten” - Yoongi helped her to lay face down over Hobi’s lap, the pretty mark on the back of her thigh clear and visible to everyone in the room, not just that but with her thighs so close to Hoseok now, he could smell the traces of her arousal that clung all over them and he shot his head up to get a breath of fresh air just as the other comments filled the room

“Oh shit Hobi-hyung” - Tae spoke breathlessly, leaning in from his seat to look at the pink teeth marks, light besides the dark pink 4 canine marks. They went over a large part of the inner part of her thigh and held some of his strong, dominating scent. Covered in the scent of her arousal it made it seem like they had done a lot more than they really had and made Hobi curse under his breath, fingers hovering over it as he watched the three men who weren’t there to see it happen, taking it in like it was art at the Louvre

“Can you see it?” - Y/n was proud and giggly, very happy to wear the mark and not minding at all the eyes ogling her thighs to look at it closely, infact she just wiggled her lower half a little, watching everyone’s eyes move with the movement of her thighs, laughing at that.

“Oh you can see it baby” - Jimin was leaning and staring like he wanted to eat her (he does), licking his lips and tasting the reminents of Y/n on his lips and knowing all about the slick that had been over her thighs that in her drunken state she had just left there, not even noticing it had been messy when she was in the bathroom.

“Fuck- why do you smell like that honey” - Hoseok was visibly struggling, shifting his hips and voice dropping an octave, hands coming down onto the mark and feeling her cold skin under his warm hands, his other hand pushing her down when she tried to lift further into his touch. He only wanted to touch the mark gently, make sure it wouldn’t hurt her, get her anything she could possibly want and feeling guilty about not doing so sooner, like he’d been neglecting y/n and not doing appropriate aftercare for her, even if it was only a short moment

“Mmm- that’s sensitive” - Y/n giggled and pushed up into his hand again, gasping as his fingers would graze the marks of his canines. It made that tingly feeling in her stomach come back and she tried to rub her thighs together subtly, quickly noticed by Hoseok who put a stop to that instantly.

“Nu-uh stay still, your drunk baby no more whilst your drunk” - Hoseok was stern, keeping his hands firm to make sure she didn’t keep moving in tune with her desires because he wasn’t having her do anything she would potentially be embarrassed of tomorrow and she was drunk, couldn’t properly think.

“Stop that kitten, Hobi can’t see when your rubbing your thighs together like that” - Yoongi could see Hobi trying to multitask inspecting the marks and keeping her still as she just continued to wiggle at every tiny touch, he knew it was sensitive but when she still refused to stay still, he sat on the arm of the couch and leant down, grabbing both of her thighs and prying them into position, just slightly open so the mark was in full view. Both men cursed as Y/n’s scent hit them full force in a new wave from her position and Yoongi gently stroked over her calf’s to try and calm her down.

“Keep them open just like that- painful here? What about here?” - Hoseok gently prodded at different spots, watching Y/n’s reaction

“Not painful just sensitive- ah- right there” - Y/n let out a muffled gasp and bit her lip harshly, Hobi touching on a high inner part of her thigh that had one of his canines marks, it was like his bite and the touch of his saliva had made her skin react and become more sensitive than she could imagine. Hoseok rubbed his thumb over the spot, stroking her back lovingly when she didn’t writhe in her spot this time.

“Right here? Cute honey” - And Y/n was back to giggling, laying there even when Hobi told her it was all okay and they’d be gone in a few days, much to her disappointment.

“You all make me feel so tingly and good and your all just so strong- how are you all so strong and big that just makes me-“ - Y/n started to ramble with a glazed over look in her eyes and as Hoseok caught it he cut her off, flattered but he once again wasn’t having her do something she was going to feel embarrassed about or regret in the morning.

“honey- you can tell us tomorrow after some sleep yeah? All of you.” - On cue, Y/n let out a yawn and completely forgot about her ramble

“But I have something more fun to do than sleep Hobi, Tae and I do” - Jimin jumped up, with Kook and Tae apparently already telling them his much more fun thing to do

“Don’t start Jimin-“ - Hobi warned knowing the extreme of Jimins ‘fun’ things to do and having no idea of what he was going to suggest

“Yes! What is it” - Y/n shot up in her position, looking expectantly at Jimin without a single bit of tiredness in her eyes.

“I think- we should give Hobi hyung a fashion show, thennnn we will go to bed” - Hoseok relaxed in his seat, that’s alright, that’s fine I’ve heard him suggest a lot worse

“Yesyesyes! Let’s go now you stay right here, please?” Standing up, Y/n put her hands on Hoseoks shoulders to indicate he should stay sitting right where he was and rocked back and forth on her feat in excitement

“I’ll stay here too kitten” - Yoongi drawled out with a stretch of his arms, sitting on the couch and looking at her lazily, the time finally catching up to him a bit.

“Okay!” And with that the four ran down the hall giggling as Hoseok shook his head in disbelief, they waited for a good 10 minutes before starting to get a bit fidgety

“Should we go check on them?”

“Let’s maybe wait another 5 minutes” - and so another 5 passed, they repeated themselves until it had been 20 minutes, they gave them the benefit of the doubt knowing there was 4 of them and they could of came and got someone if anything was wrong but it was still 20 minutes since they had left.

What they found melted their worries away, mostly. Y/n was face down in the middle of the bed with one leg up, face turned to the side peacefully asleep, she was in the clothes she’d left in but ontop of her was a large fur coat that was keeping her covered. That wasn’t the only thing, she was laying her face on Taehyungs bare tan chest, he’d taken off his shirt and put on a large fur coat too, it seems they were really deciding between all the fur coats. Taehyungs hair was messy and Y/ns hands were near it like she’d been tugging on it and on the other side of Y/n, Jungkook had draped himself over her back, arms under her hoodie and pressing himself over the majority of her, Jimin was curled up on the other side of Taehyung, leg thrown over him and face pressed into his neck.

Jungkook was in an black button up shirt that was only buttoned up once and in the wrong position, clearly he’d given up and some white jeans, low on his hips with his Calvin kliens out, the two would of pulled the jeans off for him but he would of been left without anything besides his boxers and they weren’t putting him in that position. Jimin was in a tight black shirt and some red trousers and overall, the two decided to just leave them too it. They looked okay, just bringing some water for them incase they woke up.

They were going to have killer hangovers.

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Moth To A Flame | JJK & KMG | 02

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Female!Reader x Kim Mingyu Genre|tags: Idol!au, series, established relationship, infidelity, lots of angst, lots of drama, smut, fluff. Word count: 10.6k Rating: Explicit adult content (MINORS DNI). Chapter warnings: Mentions of BTS hiatus and the military service (yes, it’s a warning), mentions of reader being older than Jungkook (just a couple of months), domestic af, SMUT, oral (f receiving), fingering, petnames, explicit language. If there's more, please let me know. A/N: Chapter three will probably be released at the end of december. At the moment, I’m focusing on something I think you’ll really enjoy, and I want to finish it as soon as possible, which will leave me with little time to edit chapter three. Anyway, enjoy reading! Tags: @mansaaay, @nbjch05, @nejiiiiiiii, @cherrylovescheol, @ninigyuuu, @roseki, @callmemadhatter, @rosewithlxv17, @amandatrain

Summary: Four years ago, you crossed paths with a charming member of the K-pop group Seventeen during their tour stop in Osaka. The two of you shared three intense, unforgettable days before life took you in different directions. It was painful for both of you, but you knew you couldn’t take things any further and had to say goodbye. Now, back in Seoul for good, you’re in a new relationship with another idol: Jeon Jungkook—whose charm and stability make him everything you thought you wanted. You are very much in love with him, and as your connection deepens, it feels like your life is finally falling into place. That is, until you meet one of your boyfriend’s best friends and are stunned to discover it’s the same man you fell for in Osaka all those years ago. As buried emotions resurface and secrets begin to unravel, you find yourself torn between these two men, caught in a whirlwind of love and conflict, testing the boundaries of loyalty and the choices that could change everything.

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It was early in the morning when you found yourself in Jungkook’s kitchen with Bam at your heels, preparing breakfast for the two of you. From where you stood, you could hear the sound of water running and Jungkook’s voice belting out a perfect high note from the bathroom, filling the entire apartment.

You moved around the kitchen with ease, the familiar surrounding comforting as you scooped rice from the cooker and moved it into two bowls on the counter. Bam, ever the eager assistant, watched you closely, his thin tail wagging as he caught the scent of Jungkook’s mom's kimchi leftovers from last night when you opened the container.

“Are you hungry, Bamie?” you asked playfully, giving him a gentle scratch behind his ears. As if he understood you completely, he responded with an enthusiastic bark, making you laugh. “Just a minute, buddy.”

A whole week had passed since the night you met Jungkook’s friends, and consequently, a whole seven days since you’d last seen Mingyu. Since that night, you simply hadn't allowed yourself to think about it at all, not wanting to waste a single minute reliving his words or his reactions to your presence, or even the way your body had responded to his.

You've filled every second of your day with work and Jungkook, not giving yourself time to process the events of last week. You chose to completely bury the feelings from that night, convincing yourself that staying busy was the best way to cope.

The rush of photoshoots, meetings, and moments like this, preparing meals with Bam at your feet, the routine and domestic life with Jungkook has kept you from overthinking everything—and so far, it has been working perfectly well for you and your anxiety around the subject.

The only times your thoughts drifted back to Mingyu and that night at the restaurant were when you tried to summon the courage to tell Jungkook everything.

On the nights when you were alone in your apartment, lying in your bed and staring at the ceiling, you weighed the idea of coming clean to him, of laying everything out in the open, hoping he’d be able to understand. Yet, each time you got close to letting the truth spill out, the words seemed to vanish from your brain before they managed to escape your lips.

Maybe it was the fear of shattering the world you’d built together, losing him forever, or turning nothing into something. You just knew that whatever it was, the mere thought of losing the peace you had with Jungkook felt like more than either of you could bear. So, you let the conversation slip away and bury it once again.

But every now and then, in your quietest moments, you feared even more that the dam you’d built around your emotions might crack sooner than later. You were so afraid Mingyu would be braver than you and decide it to tell Jungkook everything, the thought simply gnawed at you, knowing you had no control over it.

So far, he has been silent. Very much different from your mind, that was still tangled with questions you didn’t feel ready to confront yet. Although, before you even could allow yourself to find the answers to them, you decided it would be better to push all the thoughts about Mingyu away.

You told yourself that whatever had happened, whatever had flickered to life in that brief moment with Mingyu that night, was insignificant. It was easier this way, to concentrate on Jungkook and your relationship, to keep your world with him simple and untouched by secrets or memories from your past.

Why risk igniting questions or insecurities over something you were convinced had no relevance in your future?

Besides, even after everything that night, you still felt no need to look back or reconsider your relationship with Jungkook. There was no reason to dwell on fleeting moments, feelings or people you had long since moved on from.

Right?

As you were setting the food on the small kitchen dining table, you could hear the gentle hiss of the shower shutting off, signaling that Jungkook was done and would join you in a couple of minutes.

You poured the freshly brewed coffee into your two usual mugs, the aroma mingling with the scent of kimchi and rice, making your stomach rumble. At the same time, Bam let out a soft whine, his eyes flicking from the bowls to you, clearly hoping for a bite.

“You’re so hungry, aren’t you?” you leaned down to kiss the dog’s head, voice shifting to the soft, affectionate baby tone reserved exclusively for him. He licked your face in response. “Yes you are, my baby.”

You got up again and made your way down the length of the pantry toward the cabinets where Bam’s food was stored. He trailed behind you eagerly, his tail wagging when picked up on what you were going to do, his excitement growing with each step you took.

Quietly, you moved around, passing neatly stacked jars and spices until you reached the right cabinet, shaking the package slightly to tease him. Bam's tail wagged furiously, another whine escaping him as he danced around your legs.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry, baby,” you chuckled, crouching down to scoop out his breakfast in his bowl. The sound of kibble hitting his bowl was music to his ears, and he immediately dove in, devouring the meal like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted.

"Is your eomma being mean to you, Bamie?" you heard Jungkook’s voice behind you, sensing his warm presence close by. “Does appa need to punish her?”

Looking over your shoulder, you found him leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his bare chest, his abs on full display, droplets of water still clinging to his skin. His dark hair was a damp mess, falling into his eyes, and yet he looked absolutely radiant, a perfect blend of boyish charm and irresistible allure. His posture was calm, peaceful, completely different from the tense one he had carried so often these past few days.

So much has been on his shoulders lately. The past few weeks had been a blur of busy days and late nights with BTS latest comeback, and though Jungkook tried his best to keep his energy up, you could sense the weight of the things he was carrying floating in the air between the two of you.

You caught the strain in those brief moments when he thought you weren’t watching, because, not so unfortunately for him, you were always watching, just as he did with you.

You noticed it in the subtle signs he couldn’t quite hide—the sadness lingering in his eyes, the tension in his shoulders, the rare moments when his smile didn’t quite reach those warm, sparkling doe orbs, the pauses mid-sentence as though he was carefully weighing what he could reveal to you. Everything was there and you could see it perfectly, because you knew him like the back of your hand.

You respected his need for privacy, of course, but it hurted your heart to see him bearing his struggles with the way the media was handling the news of BTS hiatus all on his own. And as if that wasn't enough, there were the on-going conversations about military service and the pressure of his up-coming solo projects.

Everything had left you wishing you could share the weight of his burdens, to let him lean on you the way he so effortlessly allowed you to lean on him.

You’d tried encouraging him to open up, reminding him he didn’t have to go through it alone. But Jungkook had a way of steering the conversation away from his worries, brushing off your concern with a gentle kiss, a reassuring smile, a quick joke, or a change of subject, as if he were trying to convince you that everything would be fine, forgetting that it was actually him who needed that reminder.

You’d never push him; you knew Jungkook well enough to know he would talk when he was ready. So, for now, you decided to keep things positive and light, to be his summer Sun, a respite from everything else in his life.

Which meant not thinking about Mingyu and not thinking about the past.

Watching Jungkook, seeing the effort he put into maintaining his usual brightness lately, you decided that this subject could wait—Jungkook's happiness was more important than anything else.

You watched as Bam, mid-chew, paused to glance between the two of you, his tail wagging in earnest now that both his favorite people were in the same room.

Jungkook walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind.

“You know you’re just jealous because I’m his favorite,” you scoffed at him, looking down at the dog, your tone of voice shifting again. “Right, Bamie? Who’s your favorite?”

Bam barked once and rubbed his head on your legs as if confirming your statement, and Jungkook let out a dramatic groan, throwing his head back.

“Traitor,” he muttered, but you could see the way his eyes crinkled with laughter. “You like pretty girls who give you treats, huh?”

You laughed, leaning back into his embrace. “Well, if you wagged your tail like he does, maybe I’d give you treats too.”

“Careful, I just might,” he whispered into your ear, his voice low and playful. “Good morning, doll.”

“Good morning,” you replied, your smile widening as he nestled you even closer into his warmth, you both walking back to the kitchen like this. “How’d you sleep?”

His fingers slowly started to trace gentle patterns along your hips. "Perfectly, with you here,” he planted a kiss on your shoulder. “How long have you been awake?"

"Not long," you said with a shrug. “My bio clock woke me up earlier than usual, so I took the opportunity to prepare breakfast early.”

Jungkook hummed softly in response, pressing another kiss to your shoulder, his lips lingering against your skin as if he couldn’t bear to pull away. “Feeling anxious?”

You pouted, nodding your head. “Just a little bit.”

“How is your day looking?” he asked, brushing your hair to the side so he could rest his head on your shoulder.

"Busy,” you answered with a soft sigh, leaning into his touch. “I’ve got (G)I-DLE’s Yuqi’s photoshoot for Elle’s July issue, lunch with my brother, and later in the afternoon, that meeting with the head of Hybe’s fashion department.”

Jungkook raised an eyebrow, his thumb brushing lightly against your hip bone. “Wow, look at you, all busy and important,” he said, his voice dripping with playful admiration. “Did they tell you why they contacted you during the phone call?”

“No, they didn’t give much detail,” you explained, turning to face him fully and wrapping your arms around Jungkook’s neck as his immediately founding their way to your hips. “Just said it was urgent and that they’d explain everything in person. Something about a group, but I didn't quite catch it.”

Yesterday, you received a call from Hybe’s fashion department requesting a meeting with you at the company building this afternoon. You were in the middle of changing models outfits for the magazine photoshoot in a spot with poor reception, and you could barely make out what the woman on the other end was saying. All you’d understood was that it was urgent and had something to do with one of their group's demands.

The email wasn’t much more informative, simply stating that you had an interview scheduled for today with Kim Injae, the head of the department, and it left you unsure of what to expect or how to prepare for the meeting.

You watched as Jungkook tilted his head, eyebrows knitting together in confusion. “A group? What do you think they meant by that?”

“I’m not sure,” you admitted, a small frown forming on your face. “Maybe they want me for a collaboration or a campaign?”

He leaned back slightly, his dark eyes deep in thought. “Could be,” he murmured. Then his face lit up, a grin spreading as if he’d reached a brilliant conclusion. "Do you think they will bring you back to work with us?"

Your eyes widened at Jungkook's suggestion, and you let out a soft laugh, shaking your head. "Highly doubt it. We both know why I left, and I don’t think they’d want to revisit that."

It wasn't that simple, even though you wish it was. Hybe was a very strict company when it came to the line between personal relationships and professionalism. You being with Jungkook was exactly why you’d stepped away in the first place. You doubted they would give you the position back now that the lines were already blurred.

Jungkook tapped his fingers lightly against your left hip, his thoughtful gaze never leaving yours. Then he raised one hand, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as he stared at you with a knowing look.

“Well, Soobin told me last week that TXT was looking for a new stylist. Maybe you’re it.”

Your breath hitched slightly at the suggestion. The possibility had crossed your mind, but you’d pushed it aside, not wanting to place expectations.

“I don’t know. It’s possible, I guess,” you shrugged. “I hate being left in suspense. It could be something big or it could be nothing at all."

You weren’t much of a fan of suspense, and the lack of information they’d provided was making you anxious. It wasn’t as if this was your first job interview or anything new in your field. Still, an inexplicable sense of premonition crept into your nerves, and you couldn’t quite figure out why.

Trying to shake off the unease that was building in your chest, you let out a slow breath. It didn’t make sense to be so on edge—after all, you’d been in this industry for long enough to know that these things were par for the course.

“All I know is that it’s urgent, since they stressed that they needed to see me today.”

“It’s something big, I’m sure,” Jungkook encouraged you, planting a kiss on your temple and intertwining his fingers with yours. “You’ve been killing it lately, so it wouldn’t surprise me if they wanted to work with you on something major.”

You just loved the way he was your number one fan, always encouraging you no matter what. A smile crept onto your face at his words. “You really think so?”

His expression softened. “I’m sure of it. Whatever it is, you’ve got this. You’ve done this job before, and you’re damn good at it. They’d be lucky to have you back.”

His words made you smile, easing some of the tension in your chest.

“I just wish I knew what to expect.”

“Do you want me to investigate? I'll call Namjoon hyung and—”

You laughed, cutting him off with a shake of your head. “No, absolutely not. You are not calling Namjoon to dig around for me.”

Jungkook’s lips curved into a mischievous grin. “Why not? He owes me for covering for him in the last practice.”

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t help but smile. “As tempting as that sounds, I think I can handle this on my own. Besides, the last thing I need is for them to think I’m sending you in as my spy.”

“Okay, okay,” he said, untangling your fingers to raise his hands in mock surrender. “But if you change your mind, just say the word. My investigative services are always available for you, free of charge.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” You offered him a small smile, pressing your forehead against his. "And I appreciate the vote of confidence. It means a lot knowing you've got my back.”

“Baby, I’ll always be right here to celebrate your wins, no matter how big or small.” His voice was calm but firm. He squeezed your hand, his thumb brushing gently over your knuckles.

Your heart softened again at his words. "Thanks, Kook," you said quietly, meeting his gaze. "That means a lot."

"Always," he replied simply, his voice steady and sincere.

Sometimes, you wondered if leaving Hybe to preserve your relationship with Jungkook had been a terrible decision. But it was moments like this that reminded you the reason why you didn’t regret it for a single second. He would always be your choice—again and again.

“Oh, man!” he groaned, throwing his head back. “I'm going to have to warn those kids to stay the hell away from you. Yeonjun is a charmer!”

You snorted, shaking your head at Jungkook’s dramatic reaction. “Oh, please. I’ll be there to work, not to be swept off my feet by some gen z heartthrob.”

He crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow at you.

“I’m just saying. Yeonjun’s a smooth talker, and if you’re not careful, he might try to charm his way into your good graces. I know how those guys operate. And since when do you think he's a heartthrob?"

You rolled your eyes, leaning forward to poke his chest. “Are you jealous, Jeon Jungkook?”

“Me? Jealous?” He scoffed, though his ears turned a suspicious shade of pink. You couldn’t help but smile at the slight whine in his tone. “I’m just being protective. Big difference.”

“Right,” you said, drawing out the word teasingly. “Well, you don’t have to worry. I’m immune to charm when it comes to work. Plus, I already have someone way more charming than Yeonjun could ever hope to be.”

Jungkook tilted his head, a slow grin spreading across his face. “Oh yeah? Who’s that?”

You grinned, running your fingers through his still damp hair. “This buff tattooed dude I know.”

He let out a soft laugh, pulling you closer by your waist, the heat of his bare chest warming you through the shirt you were wearing—his shirt.

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm. Besides, I don’t even like younger guys.”

Jungkook chuckled, eyebrows arching as his gaze sharpened with amusement. Pulling you even closer, he teased, “Oh, really? You do realize I’m four months younger than you, right?”

With a soft laugh, you brushed strands of hair from his forehead, feeling his arms tighten around you.

“The only exception."

A quiet groan escaped him as he leaned into your touch on his face, his shoulders relaxing as your fingers gently threaded through his hair, eyes slowly closing.

“Good. Because I was about to say, I’m pretty sure I’ve already ruined you for anyone else.”

You rolled your eyes again, your laughter filling the kitchen. “Cocky much?”

He smiled genuinely with his lips almost closed, only the upper front teeth showing, his cheeks pushing up and nose wrinkling a bit, making your heart squeeze in love. His eyes stayed closed, but his expression was unmistakably Jungkook, full of fondness and something so inherently him that you couldn’t help but stare, savoring every detail of his face. It was your favorite kind of smile on him.

"Well," his voice low and teasing as he lifted your left leg to hook on his hip, pressing your back to the kitchen island. “I like the idea of being the only one in your life.”

You bit your bottom lip, suppressing a smile, your heart thudding against your ribs as Jungkook’s words sent a thrill through you. His fingers tightened slightly on your thigh, holding your leg firmly against his hip, his body pressing you deeper into the counter.

You shook your head, letting your fingernails trail along his jaw. "Pretty sure you already are, you know, since I’m in love with you and everything."

He peeked at you with one eye, a playful grin tugging at his lips. Then he fully opened his eyes—those soft, doe-like eyes sparkling as his tongue teased his lip ring. His gaze lingered on yours for a moment before dropping to your lips.

“I love hearing that.”

"And you know," you murmured, tilting your head to the side, your voice breathless as your hands traveled up his chest. "I’m already yours."

His eyes darkened, a pleased smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Yeah?” he whispered, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. “Guess I just like reminding you.”

Before you could respond, Jungkook’s hand found the back of your neck, his fingers threading gently through your hair as he closed the little space between you and captured your mouth in a kiss. His lips claimed yours, lifting no room for hesitation, only raw, unfiltered need. You responded instinctively, arms wrapping around his neck again as his tongue slipped between your parted lips, his mouth exploring yours with an intensity that sent heat straight through you.

The way he kissed you—like he was starving, like you were the only thing he ever craved—made your mind spin. You wanted nothing less than to be devoured by him.

Jungkook moved with purpose, hands skimming down your back until they landed on your hips, his fingers gripping with just enough pressure to pull a quiet gasp from you. In one smooth motion, he broke the kiss and lifted you, setting you onto the counter, his body fitting between your legs as if it belonged there. Now at eye level, he looked into your eyes for a heartbeat, his own dark and searching. His hands slipped under the hem of your sleeping shirt and then his mouth was on you again, trailing down your jaw to your neck, leaving a line of warm, open-mouthed kisses that made you shiver.

Your head tilted back, breath hitching as his lips continued their slow exploration down your throat. The way his fingers traced your bare skin sent a shiver through you, your nipples hardening instantly, and you could feel his smile against your neck, clearly amused by the effect he had on you.

His fingers danced just shy of where you desperately craved his touch, teasingly tracing the curve of your breasts without quite making contact. Each barely-there caress sent sparks of desire racing through your veins, and you could feel his growing hardness pressing against you, igniting something primal deep within.

Heat pooled inside you as his hands tightened around your waist, anchoring you against him. You rolled your hips instinctively, drawing a low, guttural groan from him that reverberated between your kisses and sent a throbbing ache straight to your core.

Your hands found their way to his chest, feeling the firm planes under your fingers as you held him close. He let out a low, appreciative hum, your lips meeting again as you draw his lower lip between yours to feel the cool press of his piercing against your mouth. That was all the encouragement he needed to collide your lips completely, holding you steady as he took the kiss deeper.

His hand slid up your thighs, their warmth igniting your skin as they circled your waist before settling possessively on the soft curves of your ass. The sensation sent a thrill through you, and his hand, still resting on your ass, pulled you closer, pressing your clothed clint against the hardness of his crotch and making you moan.

“Kook, fuck…” you cursed against his lips, fingers curling into his hair, wanting him closer, wanting more.

When his fingers started to travel south, you could already feel your panties soaked and sticking to your pussy. The effect Jungkook had on you could probably be studied by experts and still, no humanly explainable answers would be found.

“Are you wet for me, doll?”

Jungkook's voice was low, a teasing edge to it that sent a shiver down your spine. You knew it was a half rhetorical question, because not much later his thumb hooked under the edge of your lacy panties and moved them aside to check it himself.

You bit your lip, trying to suppress a whimper, but it only made his smirk grow wider.

“I asked you a question,” he murmured, his breath warm against your ear. “Are you wet for me?”

Slowly and deliberately, his fingers parted your slick folds, his touch both teasing and tempting. His thumb hovered over your clit, not quite touching, just lingering there, driving you wild with anticipation.

Your breath hitched, and you nodded, your voice barely above a whisper. “Fuck, yes!”

“Good girl,” he said, his tone dark and dripping with satisfaction, starting to rub your clit nice and slow. “Such an obedient little doll. Always so wet for me.”

A shiver coursed through you as his thumb circled your most sensitive spot, sending waves of pleasure through your body. When his first finger slipped inside you with ease, a soft moan escaped your lips. When he added a second, stretching you just enough to make your head spin, your breath hitched, voice trembling as you moaned his name again.

“God, how are you so tight?” he asked, not waiting for an answer. His voice was low and rough. “So perfect for me. Just for me, yeah?”

Jungkook's dark eyes never left yours, watching your every reaction closely as his fingers worked you with a precision that left you breathless. He wasn’t asking you a question, he was making a statement and you knew it: you’re his and no one else.

His thumb circled your clit again in quick movements, while his fingers curled inside you, hitting just the right spot with each thrust.

“Baby,” you gasped, your voice breaking into a needy cry as he found that perfect spot deep inside you, sending a surge of ecstasy through your trembling body.

“Feels good, doll?”

“So good, Kook. Fuck!”

Your hands gripped his shoulders as ripples of bliss rolled through you. His name fell from your lips like a prayer again and again, each moan driving him further into his focused rhythm. His pace quickened, his movements more insistent as he watched every reaction your body gave him.

Your back arched, and your breath came in short gasps, the tension inside you coiled tighter and tighter, every nerve alight with anticipation. And then he stopped, pulling back just as you teetered on the edge.

A desperate whimper escaped your lips.

“Kook, what—”

He chuckled softly, the sound low and teasing, his breath warm against your skin. “Calm down,” he murmured, his lips curving into a wicked smile. “I want to taste you. Lay down for me, baby.”

Jungkook’s command sent a rush of lust through you, leaving no room for hesitation. You leaned back against the counter, your body already trembling under his intense gaze as he dropped to his knees in front of you. His hands gripped your thighs gently but firmly, spreading them more apart as he trailed kisses along the sensitive skin.

He leaned forward, his breath ghosting over your core and you couldn’t help but gasp. Hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties, he pulled them down slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. The tension in the air was thick, each second stretching into an eternity as he took in the sight of you laid bare before him.

“Do you have any idea how gorgeous you look like this?” he murmured, his voice and eyes thick with desire.

Before you could even respond or shy away under his gaze, his jaw parted, and his pink tongue darted out, licking a bold stripe from your entrance to your clit with deliberate, agonizing precision.

A curse and a moan escaped your lips, your body arching into his touch. Your hands slid under the oversized shirt you wore, desperate to grasp your neglected breasts, fingers tugging at your sensitive peaks.

Your image makes Jungkook’s hands tighten their grip on your thighs, pulling you closer to his eager mouth and you gasped, a surprised yelp escaping when you slid down slightly on the counter beneath you.

A breathless laugh tumbled from your parted lips but melted into a new moan as his own wrapped around your clit, sucking it hard. The cold press of his piercing against your sensitive skin sent a delicious shiver through you.

“Jungkook,” you whimpered, voice trembling. “So good, I–”

Jungkook swirled his tongue, letting you feel the precision of his attention. One of your hands tangled in his dark hair, tugging hard and making him groan, vibrating against your clit. The sensation was so overwhelming that for a moment, your breath escaped you, mind consumed entirely by the pleasure he gave you.

“You taste so sweet,” he declared against your core, his voice rough. “I could have this everyday for breakfast.”

As his finger slowly slid back into your dripping heat, his lips and tongue worked together, lapping at your clit to coax your body into pure relaxation. The pleasure was intoxicating, and you couldn’t stop yourself from rocking your hips against his face and the rhythm of his finger going in and out of you.

When his middle finger joined in, your mind dissolved into pure bliss. Jungkook’s tongue traced a sinful path again, licking you up and down, savoring every drop of your slick. He sucked greedily at your folds before returning to your bundle of nerves, flicking it just enough to make your walls clenched tightly around his fingers, drawing him deeper, your body completely at his mercy.

“Gonna cum, baby. Fuck!"

“Let go for me, doll,” he urged, his voice low and commanding.

The pressure built steadily, your body trembling as the coil in your stomach tightened, ready to snap. Jungkook seemed to sense it, his pace quickening as he focused on the spot that made you cry out, your body writhing beneath him.

His hands slid up to hold your hips in place as your body shook above him, and with one last flick of his tongue, your release finally hit, crashing over you like a wave, consuming every part of you in its intensity.

Your cries echoed through the kitchen as your body shook uncontrollably, every nerve ending alight with sensation. He held you through it, his hands firm and reassuring as he lapped up every bit of your pleasure, savoring you like you were his favorite meal.

When you finally came down from the high, he pulled back, his lips glistening and his eyes dark with satisfaction. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, leaning up to press a kiss to your inner thigh. “I’ll never get enough of you.”

Jungkook began to trail soft kisses up your belly, his lips brushing against your skin with a tenderness that made your breath hitch slightly again. Your hands instinctively found their way back to his hair, your fingers threading through the dark strands, combing them carefully as his mouth continued its slow way up.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered, his voice gravelly with affection. “I love having you’re here.”

His lips were warm and soft against your skin, lingering at the curve of your waist, breath hot and comforting against your ribs as he nuzzled closer.

“I love being here,” you replied, melting into him once more.

You felt Jungkkok smiling against your skin, his hands slid up your sides, his touch firm but reverent, like he was memorizing every inch of you.

“I love mornings like this and you're so good with Bam. Having you here… it feels right,” His voice held a quiet sincerity, his gaze warm as he looked up at you. “Like this is exactly where we’re supposed to be.”

You felt your heart swell at his words, matching his tender expression. “I know what you mean. Being here feels like being home.”

You closed your eyes, fingers tightened in his hair as he kissed higher, his lips brushing just beneath your collarbone. Junkook smiled again, his hands shifting to cup your cheeks as he leaned in to capture your swollen lips again. The kiss was slow, deep, and filled with a yearning that made your heart ache.

As he pulled back, his thumb traced your jawline, his gaze searching yours. “Let’s make this our thing, every day.”

“What do you mean?”

“Move in with me.”

“Alright everyone, let’s take fifteen!”

Those were the exact words Mingyu needed to hear from Hoshi right now, causing everyone else in the room to let out groans of relief as they immediately dropped to the floor.

Mingyu himself let out a long exhale, running a hand through his damp hair, waking to a corner of the practice room and watching as the mirrors lining the wall reflected his restless expression, sweat glistening on his forehead and neck.

He grabbed a towel and dabbed it against his face, trying to catch his breath as he sat down on the wooden floor, away from the rest of the members. As usual, the room buzzed with casual chatter and the sound of sneakers scuffing against the floor as the others stretched or joked around.

Mingyu, on the other hand, remained silent, leaning against the wall with his gaze fixed on his hands, completely locked in thought. His chest heaved with fatigue, his shoulders sagging slightly.

It wasn’t just the practice that had drained him. No. The physical exhaustion was manageable, something he’d long grown accustomed to.

The problem was that no matter how much he tried to focus on the rehearsals, on the music, the choreography, the shouts of encouragement from his members, in the fact that the first show of the tour was getting closer and closer, his mind kept drifting back to you—to the silence that has been haunting him since that night a week ago.

It was exhausting.

All Mingyu wanted was to talk to you, to make sense of everything that happened since the day you parted ways at Kansai International Airport to the moment you saw each other again in that restaurant. He wanted to understand how you were suddenly back in Korea now and, most important, of all the people in the world, how you ended up becoming Jungkook’s girlfriend.

What kind of sick twisted joke was the universe trying to play on him?

He simply couldn't understand.

Additionally, you had said to him that you would think about talking, but a week had gone by, and nothing.

Seven long, torturous days, and still, his phone remained silent. Every time it buzzed with an unknown number, his heart would lurch, hoping it was you, but it never was. He didn’t even know why he expected you to try to contact him, or how that could possibly happen, since you didn’t exchange numbers.

Yet, despite everything, he still held onto the hope that you would.

So far, all he’d gotten from you was silence and it was killing him, making him absolutely restless. He hated himself for it, hated how he’d become the guy waiting around for a message that would probably never come. It was pathetic, really.

He rubbed a hand over his face, frustration gnawing at him. Part of Mingyu wanted to reach out to you first, to demand an answer, even though he wondered how he could even do that.

He didn't even know if you had told Jungkook yet. Were you planning to tell him? If you already had, how did he react? Was he angry with Mingyu now? Was he angry with you? What did it mean if you hadn’t said anything? Should he have been the one to say something to his friend?

He had so many questions swimming around in his brain and he just wanted to find answers to them.

The other part of him, however, was too afraid of what he might hear.

What if your silence was already the answer?

Mingyu rested his arms on his knees and lowered his head, letting out a bitter, quiet laugh, shaking his head as if he could somehow remove the thoughts from his mind.

Why do I even care? he thought to himself, even though he already knew the answer very well.

Goddammit.

He hated how much power you still held over him, how even now, after all this time, you had the same effect on him as you did four years ago. How he found himself stuck, unable to move past the hope that you’d reach out, that you’d say something—anything—that would prove he hadn’t been a complete fool for waiting for you to show up again all these years.

“Alright, man,” Minghao’s voice cut through his thoughts as the red haired man settled down next to him. “Spill it. What’s up with you today?”

After days of watching Mingyu zone out during practice, Minghao couldn’t hold back any longer. He’d noticed his friend's unusual restlessness during this week’s rehearsals—his gaze darting around the room, his mind clearly elsewhere. Mistake after mistake on his moves, even on the simplest parts of the choreographies, and Hoshi had been scolding him every five minutes to get things right.

It wasn’t like Mingyu to be so distracted; he usually approached every song with relentless focus, always going the extra mile to ensure every move was perfect, especially with a tour just around the corner. So, of course, something was wrong with him; Minghao just couldn’t figure out what it was.

He mimicked Mingyu’s kicked out puppy posture, looking at him with his eyebrows arched.

Mingyu glanced over, his expression caught between irritation and reluctance, but the look quickly softened when he noticed who was sitting next to him.

“What do you mean?” he asked, though his tone was more deflective than curious.

“Don’t play dumb with me,” Minghao replied, nudging his friend’s shoulder with his own. “You’ve been off all week. Something’s definitely on your mind. So, what’s going on?”

Mingyu blinked, finally realizing he hadn’t masked his mood as well as he’d thought. He straightened, a faint forced smile appearing on his face as he shrugged it off. "Nothing,” he muttered, but even as he said it, he knew it was a lie. Minghao clearly wasn't buying it either.

"You’ve got that look on your face," Minghao said, waving his hand in front of Mingyu's face. "The one you get when you’re carrying something heavy. Come on, talk to me."

Mingyu let out another sigh, running a hand through his hair and wiping his face with the towel again, leaning his head back against the wall.

“Just a lot on my mind. You know how it is.”

Minghao nodded slowly, his head tilting as he watched his friend carefully. “Yeah, I do. But usually, you’re one of the members keeping the rest of us calm. What got you rattled?”

Looking away and glancing over at his members, laughing and messing around the room, Mingyu hesitated. He wanted to brush it off, to tell Minghao it was just the anxiety pre-tour, or that he was tired. But he knew Minghao better than that. His friend had an irritatingly sharp sense for when things weren't right, and Mingyu didn’t have the energy to lie anymore.

Except that he couldn't tell the truth either.

So instead, he chose to be evasive.

“Just… life stuff,” Mingyu said finally, trying to keep his tone light, though even he knew it sounded forced.

“Family stuff?” Minghao pressed. He shook his head no. “Did you fight with one of the members?”

“No.”

“Girl problems?”

Mingyu rolled his eyes, but he didn’t deny it. Instead, he let out a slow breath, tossing the towel onto the ground and rubbing the back of his head—why did he suddenly sound like a fifteen-year-old?

“Something like that.”

Minghao’s eyes narrowed the way they always did when he was trying to see straight through Mingyu’s defenses. He tilted his head again, studying him for a small second, then gave a small, knowing smile.

"Oh?" he faked gasped, leaning back on his hands. "You? Having girl problems?"

Pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes, Mingyu groaned. “Can we not call it that?” he muttered, but even he couldn’t keep the frustration out of his voice.

Minghao just laughed softly. “Alright, alright. Let’s call it... romantic confusion. Better?”

Mingyu let out a reluctant chuckle, dropping his hands to his knees.

Ironically, it was actually the perfect way to describe his current situation.

“You make it sound like I’m a teenager, but sure, whatever.” He paused, taking a deep breath and hesitating again for just a moment before gathering courage to ask, “Have you ever had someone just… show up again in your life, out of nowhere?”

“Someone important, I’m assuming?” Minghao asked back thoughtfully, a hint of intrigue in his face.

Mingyu nodded but offered nothing more.

Then Minghao decided to venture, an amused gleam in his eyes now. “So… I’m assuming that ‘something like that’ has something to do with a girl from your past that is now back.”

Mingyu stilled, jaw clenched ever so slightly, considering whether he should even respond to it. But he was the one who had allowed the conversation to go this way in the first place, he might as well respond to Minghao's question.

He shrugged, watching his reflection in the mirror as if might offer him a better answer. “Maybe,” he finally admitted. “It’s complicated.”

“Isn’t it always?” Minghao chuckled slightly. “But to answer your question: no, it’s never happened to me.”

There was a pause as they both watched as Seokmin dragged Chan across the room by his legs, the rest of the members laughing to a joke they’re both unaware of. The silence stretched between them until Minghao shifted as if preparing to ask a question he’d been holding back, his curiosity far from satisfied.

Mingyu could feel the shift in Minghao’s posture, the way his friend leaned just a little closer, eyes flickering with that signature curiosity that always meant he was about to dig deeper. The background chaos of the practice room continued—Chan was now flailing dramatically while Dokyeom cackled, and the other members egged them on—but to his surprise, it all felt distant.

“Can I ask you something?” Minghao finally questioned, his tone soft but very probing. “Not related to this.

Mingyu met his gaze, his eyes narrowing slightly as if he sensed something coming. “Go ahead.”

Minghao seemed to hesitate for just a second, his voice dropping a notch. “What really happened to that girl from Osaka? I know you said she was unattainable once, but four years it’s a long time, man.”

Mingyu exhaled, trying to mask his shocked expression, wondering why Minghao was bringing that up now—four whole years later. Though he suspected it was no one’s fault but his own. He hated how he was an open book with his feelings, and hated how easily Minghao could read him. He’d spent years avoiding this question, brushing it off whenever his friends brought it up. But now, with everything coming back so suddenly, it was getting harder to ignore.

He ran a hand through his hair again, his fingers tugging at the roots as if that might somehow pull the words out of him. “Well, for starters, she’s no longer unattainable.”

Minghao’s eyebrow arched in surprise. “Why do I sense a but coming?”

Mingyu let out a humorless laugh. “But she’s now completely off-limits.”

He hadn’t realized how much he’d been carrying until the words left his mouth, how the weight of it all felt like was pressing his chest.

Of all things, he couldn’t help but feel selfish for barely acknowledging, even after these seven days, the full weight of this fact: you were now off-limits because you were with someone he cared deeply about—someone he would never risk hurting.

He watched as Minghao studied his face for a moment, the significance of the confession settling between them. The noise of the practice room seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the tension of their conversation hanging in the air.

“What do you mean, ‘off-limits’?” Minghao asked quietly, his eyes never leaving Mingyu’s. There was a softness there, an understanding. “I thought she had disappeared.”

“She did,” Mingyu's voice was barely a whisper when he answered. “Didn’t think I’d see her again.”

Mighao watched him with a mixture of surprise and sympathy. “But now she’s back?”

Mingyu nodded, his jaw clenched.

“It’s her, isn’t it? The someone importante who’s back in your life?” When Mingyu didn’t say anything, Minghao pressed on. “What’s stopping you now?”

Mingyu swallowed hard, his gaze dropping to the floor. “She’s... she’s with someone else now. Someone who... well, let’s just say it’s not exactly someone I can compete with.”

Minghao stayed serious for a few seconds, staring at Mingyu with a contemplative expression. Then, suddenly, he burst out laughing, as if Mingyu had just told the funniest joke in the world.

“You’re bullshiting me. If anything, this someone else is the one he can’t compete with you.”

“It’s not just about competing with someone else,” Mingyu said, his voice tinged with frustration and defeat. “It’s about competing with someone I care about deeply. Someone I would never hurt. Ever.”

Someone he couldn’t hate even if he wanted to, he taught.

Minghao’s eyes widened slightly as he leaned back, his lips quirking up into a faint smile, though there was no humor in it.

“Ah,” he said simply, the weight of Mingyu’s words sinking in.

Mingyu had spent hours, days, months, and years imagining what it might be like to see you again—to touch you, hold you, kiss you, and finally ask the question that had haunted him since the day you vanished from his life. Every single one of these scenarios painted in his mind with a romanticized curiosity.

And yet, no amount of daydreaming could have prepared him for the cold, harsh nightmare of reality. When the moment finally came, it felt like he was the butt of the world’s cruelest joke. Everything he’d built up in his mind crumbled in an instant, the weight of shattered expectations burying him beneath the wreckage.

Jungkook was one of his closest friends—hell, one of his best. Their bond had been forged through years of trust and loyalty, long before the day he saw you. To Mingyu, Jungkook was more than a friend; he was practically family.

But he still couldn’t help but think that it was unfair; he had seen you first.

“Well,” Minghao’s voice broke his thoughts again. “I just don’t think you can sit there and pretend you haven’t spent the last four years waiting to see her again.”

Mingyu took a deep breath, turning his gaze away to watch the other members across the room as they bantered and laughed, feeling as though he’d just been punched in the stomach. Minghao’s words carried an honesty he wasn’t sure he was ready to face.

The worst part was that there was no way you didn’t hear his friends laughing and joking at how he had spent the last four years waiting for you to come back.

And even then, a week has gone by with you in complete silence.

It was like he had been transported back to the moment he realized that no matter how much effort he put in, finding you wouldn’t be as easy as he had hoped.

He exhaled through his nose, his voice low and bitter when he finally spoke. “What good would that do, Myungho?” he muttered, his eyes still fixed on the scene in front of him but not really seeing it. “Waiting doesn’t mean anything if the outcome’s already decided.”

“Maybe not. But waiting says a lot about how much she matters to you.”

Mingyu let out a hollow laugh, shaking his head.

“And what does that matter now? She’s with someone else. End of story.” His voice cracked just slightly on the word someone, and he cursed himself for it.

Minghao’s expression softened, but there was still a sharp edge to his words. “If it were really the end of the story, you wouldn’t still be sitting here, torturing yourself over it.”

It was because, for him, it wasn’t. Not really.

Since that night in the restaurant, memories kept flooding back—flashes of laughter, stolen glances across the hotel bar, long and late night conversations in the quiet of the hotel room. He’d spent three days with you, but those moments had burned deeper than some entire relationships he had before. And then… nothing. You were gone, and he’d convinced himself he could just move on.

His silence spoke volumes to Minghao.

“So… answer my first question. What happened between you two, really? Why’d it end in the first place?”

“That's the worst part; I don’t even know, man," he started, the words tasting bitter on his tongue. "She told me she was moving here and we decided we would give it a try once she was settled. But on the last day, she disappeared."

Minghao nodded slowly, waiting for more, his silence encouraging without being pushy.

Mingyu continued, his voice growing softer. “After looking for her everywhere I could, I thought... if I let her go, it’d be easier. For both of us. I mean… maybe she disappeared by her own choice, you know? I even asked Daeho hyung for help to find her at the time, isn't that ridiculous?”

He could still remember how stupid he felt when he asked their former manager for help. He felt even more embarrassed when he was scolded for focusing on things he shouldn’t have—distractions, as Daeho liked to call them—rather than focusing solely on Seventeen’s career.

Stopping for a second and closing his eyes, Mingyu let out a shaky breath, as if releasing the weight of the memory.

“But as you know, I couldn’t let it go, no matter how much I told myself to,” he laughed, but it came out hollow. “Every time I thought I was moving on, something would remind me of her. It’s pathetic, really.”

Minghao frowned, his gaze steady but kind. “It’s not pathetic, man.” He leaned forward slightly, his tone serious but gentle. “It looks like you never got any closure.”

“I didn’t. And now that she’s back…” He paused, his jaw clenching as he fought to steady his emotions. “It’s like everything I tried to bury is crashing down on me all at once.” Mingyu shook his head, dragging a hand through his hair in frustration. “And the worst part? I can’t even hate her for leaving. Not when I don’t know the whole story.”

“Maybe that’s what you need, then…” Minghao said, his expression thoughtful. “ to find closure.”

Mingyu looked at him, his shoulders tense, the vulnerability in his eyes raw and unguarded. “And what if the closure doesn’t change anything? What if it just... makes it worse?”

“Then at least you’ll know. At least you’ll have an answer. And maybe, just maybe, you’ll finally be able to move forward.”

“Yeah. Maybe.” But even as he said it, the uncertainty lingered, heavy and unresolved.

His gaze swept across the room, taking in the other members, until it landed on someone he had almost overlooked: Vernon, sitting in a corner, fidgeting and lost in his own thoughts.

Mingyu already knew what was on his mind; it had been the topic of discussions all week—the possibility that his girlfriend, the latest, and now former, Seventeen main stylist, might be fired for having a personal relationship with someone she worked for.

They had been accidentally discovered by the company’s fashion department supervisor last week. Since then, the group’s stylist position had remained vacant, with only a few days left before their tour began. Vernon was just as restless as Mingyu, haunted by guilt over what had happened while the company discussed under the covers his girlfriend’s future.

Mingyu wanted to help him, but his own muddled thoughts left him incapable of offering any support.

“Look, Gyu, I know it’s a tough situation,” Minghao said gently. “But be honest with yourself. You don’t have to rush into anything, but if she really matters to you, don’t let fear, or anything else, stop you.”

For a moment, Mingyu just stared at Minghao, his friend's words hanging in the air between them. He hated how Minghao always had a way of cutting through the noise and getting straight to the heart of things.

"You don’t have to figure it out all at once, man. But don’t lie to yourself about how you feel. She’s already here, right? That’s gotta mean something.”

With that, Minghao stood up and made his way across the room, heading toward Vernon, leaving Mingyu to process alone the weight of his words in the quiet that followed.

You smoothed the fabric of your blouse again, trying to calm your nerves as you stood in the sleek conference room. The floor-to-ceiling windows framed a breathtaking view of the city, but it did little to settle your anxiety. The weight of anticipation hung heavy in the air, and the buzz of your thoughts traveling back to the events of this morning only grew louder with every passing second.

You had been waiting for a few minutes, and the girl sitting at the table outside the room had already come in three times to offer you coffee. Finally, you politely accepted, hoping it would stop her from coming in and looking at you nervously.

Not that you wanted to be alone. The last thing you needed right now was to be alone with your thoughts, replaying Jungkook’s gaze when you left the kitchen this morning. But at the same time, if she wasn’t planning to start a conversation that could distract you, you didn’t want to be faced with that glazed look that would only make you anxious.

When the door clicked open again, a tall, sharp-suited woman stepped in this time, clipboard in hand. She offered you a polite smile and you immediately stood up, offering a slight bow to the woman as you returned her warm smile.

“Thank you so much for joining us on such short notice, Miss Kang,” she said as she approached you, extending her hand. “I’m Kim Injae, the head of the department.”

You shook her hand, her grip firm but not overpowering, the kind that transmitted confidence without arrogance. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Kim. Thank you for having me.”

“Oh, honey, please, drop the formalities and call me Injae,” she said warmly as the two of you took your seats acroos from each other by the glass-top table. Her tone softened slightly, though her professional edge remained. “I’m sure you’re wondering why we called you here today.”

You offered another smile, folding your hands in your lap.

“The thought did cross my mind, yes,” you admitted, keeping your tone light despite the undercurrent of curiosity—and, admittedly, nervousness—that you felt.

Injae leaned forward slightly, her well-manicured hands resting elegantly on the table, as she opened the folder she brought with her. If there was one way to describe her, it would be like staring at a brunette, Korean version of Donatella Versace—elegant, sharp, and undeniably commanding.

“Well, we’ve been following your work for some time, Y/N. When Hyejin brought you in last year to work with the Bangtan Boys, we were really impressed with you,” she paused, her sharp gaze meeting yours. “We would have liked to keep you with them as their lead stylist, but given the personal circumstances between you and one of their members, we couldn’t.

Your stomach dropped slightly at her words, though you kept your expression neutral. Have you been called here to respond to a disciplinary lawsuit?

It couldn't be. Two months ago, when you deliberately decided to quit your job here so you could stay with Jungkook without having to hide your relationship, it was still a secret. The two of you only came clean when you were no longer associated with the company or BTS in an employment capacity.

And luckily for you, it was right at the time when Elle Magazine Korea offered you the position as their editorial stylist, so everything ended up working out perfectly.

Deep down, you knew that you loved working as a tour stylist and designer more than anything else, second only to your dream of designing your own clothing brand. Which is why the decision wasn’t as easy as you made it seem at the time.

“I understand,” you replied carefully, maintaining your professionalism. “It was an incredible experience, and I’m grateful for the opportunity I had.”

Injae nodded, her expression unreadable as she leafed through the pages carefully. “It’s unfortunate when personal and professional lines blur,” Then she stopped for a second, looking back at you with a smile. “But the heart wants what it wants, right?”

Her words lingered in the air, a delicate balance between acknowledgment and understanding. You felt your cheeks warm slightly but maintained your composure, offering her a polite smile in return.

"I guess so," you admitted cautiously, unsure of how much to reveal.

“That being said, I do recognize talent when I see it,” Injae said, keeping her tone steady. “and you, Y/N, are undeniably talented. Which is why we’re sitting here today.”

Your heart skipped a beat as you processed Injae's words, feeling yourself relax in the chair now that you knew you weren't being prosecuted or punished. She had a way of being direct yet warm, and her casual remark made your stomach flutter with hope.

Still, you held your composure, giving her just an appreciative smile. “I’m honored to hear that, honestly.”

“You study at Central Saint Martins, right?” she asked, fixing her glasses on the tip of the nose. You simply nodded and she continued. “That’s amazing. And not only that, I’ve gone through your resume before and I must say, your experience is impressive.”

Injae’s words washed over you, her tone carrying a mixture of admiration and curiosity that made you sit a little straighter, your head held high with humble pride. You knew exactly what your accomplishments in your chosen profession were, and no one was prouder of them than you. Still, it wasn’t every day someone showered you with compliments like this, listing them off with such genuine admiration.

So you managed another polite smile, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you nodded once again and she carried on, leaned forward and resting her elbows on the table.

“It’s amazing that at such a young age, you already managed to work with multiple international artists and you were even responsible for making the big brand ambassadors.”

Her words made another flush of pride rise in your chest, though you maintained your professional demeanor. “Thank you so much, Injae. I’ve been fortunate to work with some incredible teams and artists.”

“Fortunate, yes,” she agreed, “but talent and hard work don’t go unnoticed, and yours is evident.”

Injae’s sharp gaze softened just slightly, and she tapped a perfectly manicured finger on the glass table.

You inclined your head slightly in gratitude. “I’ve always believed in pushing boundaries and challenging myself. Fashion is constantly evolving, and I love being part of that evolution, creating pieces that not only reflect it but provide it to others.”

“Precisely,” Injae said, her approval evident. ”It’s why I believe you’re the perfect fit for the spot that recently appeared in our department.”

“I’m honored that you think so,” you said earnestly.

Her lips curved into a small smile, and she leaned back in her chair, crossing one leg over the other. “For obvious reasons, you can't work with BTS. Which I assume you already know.”

“Yes,” you answered, almost whispering, remembering yourself to take a deep breath each time you were reminded of the consequences of your choices and the reasons you had made them in the first place.

Injae’s smile widened just a fraction, the glint of intrigue in her eyes. “But, that doesn't mean you can't work with any other group in the company.”

Your heart skipped a beat for a second, anticipation swirling inside you as her words hung in the air like a hopeful promise. You straightened in your seat once again, your fingers lightly grazing the edge of the polished table to hold yourself together from bursting with excitement over something she hadn’t even said yet.

“One of our groups recently lost their lead stylist,” she began, her tone now practical. “And we need someone with experience, creativity, and adaptability. Someone who can handle the intensity of a global tour while elevating their image and branding. In short, we want you to fill the spot.”

Your heart raced against your ribcage as her words echoed in your mind, leaving no room for doubts. The implications were clear: this could be your chance to step back into a role you’d thought you’d left behind—a role that allowed you to do what you loved most. This wasn’t just a job, it was a massive opportunity.

“Oh, wow,” you said, overwhelmed, carefully trying to keep your tone steady and not squeaky. “It means a lot to me, being recognized like this.”

Injae smiled warmly, her sharpness softening just a fraction. “You’ll be the lead stylist, which means that you’ll also be the one setting the tone, overseeing an entire team of stylists, designing the group tour outfits and getting brands to collaborate with the artists,” she explained. “It’s a leadership role, and it’ll test your ability to balance artistry with management.”

You nodded again, the gravity of her words settled over you, the enormity of this opportunity both thrilling and daunting. This was more than anything you had ever done or dreamed before.

“Their tour starts in two weeks,” she said, continuing her explanation, looking down at the pages in front of her again. “Don’t worry, though, most of the pieces are already finished, and just some of them still need to be finalized, adjusted, and selected. After that, they’ll have a month off, and you’ll have plenty of time and resources to make any changes or create whatever you feel is necessary.”

Your mind was already spinning with possibilities. Two weeks to finalize styling for a tour was tight, but it wasn’t unfamiliar territory. “It is a tight schedule. But I’ve worked under similar constraints before. I’ll make it work.”

“I had no doubt you would,” Injae replied with confidence. She closed the folder in front of her with a decisive snap, then leaned forward slightly. “That’s why you’re here. But that's not all. I’ll have my assistant email every detail and everything that will fall under your responsibility as the lead stylist. As well as the contract and an overview of the team and current wardrobe inventory.”

You nodded, your mind already spinning with anticipation and plans. “Thank you. I’ll review everything as soon as it comes through.”

She paused for a moment before continuing, her tone softening. “Y/N, I know stepping back into this world might feel like stepping back into the past actions, but I trust that you’ll use all of your experience, both personal and professional, to excel here.”

You couldn’t ignore the double meaning in her words. Though your chest tightened slightly at the thought of past entanglements, you focused on the opportunity ahead.

Besides, what were the chances of finding yourself in a situation like the one before? You were happy with Jungkook and weren’t looking for a boyfriend or anything else in that area.

As you’d said before: he was the only exception.

“Of course,” you said sincerely. “I won’t let you down.”

“Good,” Injae said simply, her tone cool and authoritative. “Because this group isn’t just any group, they’re at the peak of their careers, and the eyes of the country are on them. Your work will define part of their image, and in turn, their legacy.”

“I understand,” you replied, meeting her gaze directly. “May I ask what group we are talking about?

A hint of amusement flickering in her sharp gaze, realizing that she had forgotten the most important part. “Oh, did I not mention?” she tilted her head slightly. “Are you familiar with Seventeen?”

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BTS REACTIONS: YOU HAVE A TOXIC BEST FRIEND

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— A/N: Hey guys! This is my first time uploading in forever. I already had a prologue of a series here I was planning on writing but got caught up in life (I’m still caught lol) but writing has always been my passion and this is my way of distressing. Although I can’t focus on writing the series right now, I thought I could start uploading little reactions or drabbles that have been sitting in my drafts unfinished for a long time! Any feedback or suggestions is appreciated :) although go easy on me I’m trying my best XD

— English is not my first language so I apologise in advance for any mistakes or typos!

୨♡୧ KIM SEOKJIN ୨♡୧

It was a calm and clear night. You had planned to meet up with your friends for a night out and were undeniably excited as you bounced around your apartment getting ready. It had been forever since you last hung out with the girls as everyone got caught up and busy with life. This whole thing was planned by your best friend so everyone could meet up and destress while enjoying some gossip.

Seokjin smiled to himself as he sat on the bed watching you apply the last of your makeup. He couldn't deny the fact that you looked incredible in your outfit. A simple black short, tight and long sleeved dress reaching you mid thigh paired with stockings and platform knee length boots.

It was a simple combination but Jin loved it. He got up from the bed and made his way towards you, standing in front of the dresser. He would usually take this time to annoy you by making dad jokes but he felt particularly worn out today from the harsh dance practice. He wanted nothing more than to cuddle with you but he understood how much you were looking forward to this meet up and said nothing, instead opting to hug you as he wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face in your neck.

"Have fun and be careful jagi" he whispered to you slowly. "You don't have to worry Jin, all the girls will be there. Why don't you put on one of my face masks and destress playing a game while I'm gone" You suggest as you run your hand through his hair.

Jin chuckled softly at your suggestion, his breath warm against your neck. "That actually sounds like a good plan," he murmured, reluctantly pulling away to look at you. His eyes were full of warmth and admiration. "You look stunning, by the way."

You smiled, feeling a rush of affection for him. "Thanks, Jin. I'll be back before you know it." After a final quick kiss, you grabbed your coat and headed out the door, excitement bubbling inside you. The night air was crisp, and the city lights twinkled as you made your way to the meeting spot. The bar was lively with chatter and laughter when you arrived. You spotted your friends at a corner table, waving enthusiastically. As you joined them, the evening quickly filled with animated conversations and catching up on each other's lives.

Midway through the evening, the topic shifted to hr es and interests. Your best friend, who had always teased you about your love for a particular TV series, couldn't resist making a comment. "Oh, and how's your little obsession going?" she said, a smirk on her face.

You felt a familiar twinge of embarrassment as the others laughed lightly. Before you could respond, Jin's words from an old discussion echoed in your mind that you shouldn’t feel ashamed of your interests. You took a deep breath and tried to stand your ground. "It's going great, actually. I even got Jin hooked on it. We've been binge-watching it together."

Your best friend seemed slightly taken aback but quickly recovered. "Well, I guess if Jin likes it, it can't be that bad," she said, a hint of reluctance in her voice.

The conversation continued, but the initial comment had left you feeling unsettled. Despite your efforts to stay engaged, the teasing from your best friend didn't stop, and soon, her laughter felt more like mocking that made even your other friends uncomfortable. The hurtful comments began to pile up, and you could feel your confidence waning.

Finally, it became too much. Making an excuse about not feeling well, you left the restaurant early. As soon as you were out of sight, tears began to stream down your face. The drive home felt endless, your mind racing with all the hurtful words that had been said.

When you reached your apartment, you were barely holding it together. You opened the door to find Jin lounging on the couch, a game controller in his hand. He looked up, immediately noticing the tears in your eyes. Concern washed over his face as he rushed to your side.

"Jagi, what happened?" he asked, gently cupping your face in his hands.

You couldn't hold back any longer and broke down, sobbing into his chest.

"She just kept making fun of me, Jin. It hurt so much." He held you tightly knowing exactly who you were talking about and started comforting you. "I'm so sorry, Y/N. You don't deserve that. Your friend should support you instead of making you feel bad about things you love."

You clung to him, feeling a mix of relief and sorrow. "I thought it was just joking, but it really hurt." Jin pulled back slightly, looking into your eyes. "Jokes shouldn't make you feel this way. You need to talk to her about how you feel, or maybe it's time to reconsider who you spend your time with."

You nodded, wiping your tears. "I know. I just didn't want to lose her. I've known her literally since we came out the womb"

"You won't lose true friends by standing up for yourself," Jin said softly. "And no matter what, I'm here for you." he smiles softly at you.

He led you to the couch, where you sat together in silence for a while. Jin's presence was soothing, and slowly, your sobs turned into sniffles. He handed you a tissue and stroked your hair gently.

"Do you want to talk about it more, or just relax for a bit?" he asked.

"Can we just relax?" you murmured, feeling drained.

"Of course," he said, grabbing a cozy blanket and wrapping it around both of you. He picked up the controller again and handed it to you. "How about we play a game to take your mind off things?"

You managed a small smile, grateful for his understanding. "That sounds perfect."

As you played together, the weight of the evening began to lift. Jin, in his usual playful manner, started making his signature dad jokes, which never failed to make you giggle.

"Why don't scientists trust atoms?" he asked with a twinkle in his eye.

"Why?" you responded, already smiling.

"Because they make up everything!" he exclaimed, grinning widely.

The joke wasn't that funny but you couldn't help but laugh. Jin's antics continued, his exaggerated expressions and goofy behavior working wonders to distract you from the earlier events.

"Thank you, Jin," you said after a while, your voice full of gratitude.

"For what?" he asked, feigning innocence. "For being the incredibly handsome, hilarious, and charming person that I am?"

You laughed again, feeling the tension ease out of your body. "Yes, for all of that and for being here for me."

Jin wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you close, giving you light pecks on the lips. "Always, jagi. I'm here for you, no matter what."

As you cuddled together, you felt a renewed sense of strength. With Jin by your side, you knew you could face anything.

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୨♡୧ MIN YOONGI ୨♡୧

The practice room, typically alive with the sound of music and the energy of rehearsals, felt unusually heavy today. The mirrors reflected your troubled expression, your movements sluggish as you tried to focus on your routine. The tension from a recent phone call with your best friend lingered in your mind, making it hard to concentrate. Frustrated, you finally gave up and sat on the floor, staring at your phone.

Yoongi, who had been practicing his own routine nearby, noticed your unease. He quietly walked over and sat beside you, offering silent support. After a moment, he gently asked, "What's wrong?"

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. "It's my best friend again. She keeps forcing me into doing things I'm uncomfortable with. Today she wanted me to flirt with some random person, knowing full well that l'm in a relationship with you. When I told her I didn't feel comfortable, she just brushed it off and said I was being too sensitive and uptight."

Yoongi frowned, his usually calm demeanor now filled with concern. "That doesn't sound like a friend, Y/N. You shouldn't let her treat you this way."

You shrugged, feeling a mix of shame and confusion. "She's been like this for a long time. thought it was just her way of joking around, but now I feel like she wants to humiliate me." you mumble.

Yoongi shook his head slowly. "Y/n….Jokes aren’t meant to make you feel uncomfortable or pressured. A real friend respects your boundaries and listens to your concerns." he says looking into your eyes.

You looked down, feeling a lump in your throat. "I know, but it's hard to confront her. She always makes me feel like I'm overreacting or being too sensitive. She even says I'm boring now that I'm with you, and I'm just imagining things when I tell her how I feel."

Yoongi placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, his touch comforting. "Y/n friends don't gaslight you and they don't force you into situations you don't like." he says knowingly. Having been part of a large friend group. He knows what healthy friendships should look like.

His words resonated deeply with you, and you felt a tear slip down your cheek. "I just don't know how to stand up to her." you replied, wiping the tears off of your face.

Yoongi sighed softly, his eyes full of empathy. "You need to be honest with her about how you feel. If she truly values your friendship, she'll understand and change her behavior. If not, then maybe it's time to reevaluate if that's the kind of friendship you want to be a part of."

You nodded slowly. "You're right, Yoon. I need to talk to her." you say as you wiped the snot from your nose.

Yoongi offered a small smile. "You're stronger than you think, Y/N. And you're not alone in this. You have a lot of people who care about you and who want to see you happy."

You managed to give a small smile. "Thanks, Yoon. You always know what to say." He chuckled softly and pulled you into a warm embrace. "I try. And I'm always here for you, no matter what. "How about we take a break and get some fresh air? Clear your mind a bit." he says looking down at your face.

You agreed, and the two of you stepped outside, the crisp air helping to lift some of the weight from your shoulders. As you walked together, Yoongi shared stories and made lighthearted jokes, his quiet humor easing the tension you felt.

By the time you returned to the practice room, you felt a renewed sense of determination. You knew the conversation with your friend wouldn't be easy, but with Yoongi's support and advice, you felt more confident in addressing the issue.

Later that evening, as you prepared to confront your friend, you replayed Yoongi's words in your mind. You took a deep breath and dialed her number, ready to stand up for yourself and your boundaries.

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୨♡୧ JUNG HOSEOK ୨♡୧

It's late evening, and you're in your apartment, the soft glow of lamps casting a warm light over the room. Despite the comfort of your home, the tension from another exhausting interaction with your best friend weighs heavily on you. Your friend's constant need for attention and the guilt-tripping over spending time with others had left you feeling drained. You pace the room, your phone clutched tightly in your hand, trying to process the conversation you'd just had.

Hoseok, who had been visiting and lounging comfortably on your couch, noticed your stressed demeanor. He sees the way you're moving restlessly and decides it's time for a heart-to-heart conversation. With a cheerful smile that lights up the room, he stands up and walks over to you, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

"Hey, what's got you so worked up?" he asks, his voice radiating warmth and concern.

You look up at him, your frustration evident. "It's my best friend again. She's always demanding attention and making me feel guilty for spending time with anyone else. I try to explain that I need a balance, but she just makes me feel like I'm abandoning her.*

Hoseok's expression softens, and he gently guides you over to the couch, encouraging you to sit down beside him. "That sounds really tough, baby. It's never fun when someone makes you feel guilty for wanting to live your life and have other relationships."

You nod, feeling a mix of relief and continued frustration. "I've tried to explain to her that it's not about her, but she just doesn't get it. She keeps saying l'm changing and that I don't have time for her anymore. It's like I'm constantly walking on eggshells."

Hoseok listens intently, his hand resting comfortingly on yours. "You shouldn't have to feel like that. Friends support you and understand that you need a balance. I mean me and the boys have always kept a healthy bond and if not we discuss our differences and find common grounds. It sounds like your friend might be struggling with her own insecurities and is projecting them onto you."

You sigh deeply, feeling the weight of Hoseok's words. "I know, but it's hard to set boundaries without feeling like I'm hurting her feelings. I don't want to lose her, but I also need to live my life and be fair to the people who care about me."

Hoseok's eyes light up with a burst of his signature sunshine personality. "Hey, you've got every right to take care of yourself, and you don't have to feel guilty about it! Sometimes people need a little nudge to understand what friendships look like. Let's make sure you're feeling good too. How about we turn this evening around and have some fun?"

You look at him, intrigued and curious about what he was thinking. "What do you have in mind?" Hoseok's face brightens as he gets an idea. "Let's have a mini celebration of our own! We can start with a fun dance-off to some of our favorite tracks and then watch a movie or two with all the best snacks!"

You can't help but smile at his infectious enthusiasm. "That sounds amazing, Hobi. Let's do it!"

As you set up for the evening, Hoseok's bright energy turns the room into a lively, happy space.

He puts on some of your favorite upbeat songs and shows off his best dance moves, making you laugh and forget your worries. The movie marathon that follows is filled with laughter, cozy blankets, and delicious snacks.

⊹

୨♡୧ KIM NAMJOON ୨♡୧

You're sitting in the cozy cafe, surrounded by your laptop, worksheets, and notebooks from university. The low hum of the city outside barely penetrates the quiet, creative atmosphere of the cafe. Despite the vibrant and inspiring environment, your downcast expression suggests that something is weighing heavily on you.

Your best friend, who had been chatting with you about your latest project, suddenly makes a comment that hits hard. "Honestly, Y/N, you're such a perfectionist. It's almost laughable how you stress over every little detail. Do you really think this assignment is going to make a difference? You act like it's some huge achievement. It's just schoolwork."

You try to keep your composure, but her words cut deep. "I know it might seem like a lot, but I really want to do well. This is important to me."

Your friend rolls her eyes, clearly dismissive. "Important? You're making a big deal out of nothing. It's pathetic how you put so much effort into these assignments. Maybe if you weren't so obsessed with getting everything perfect, you'd actually have a life outside of your textbooks."

The harshness in her voice makes you feel small and inadequate. You force a tight smile, a small part of you believing what she said. "Yeah, maybe you're right."

You focus on your work, but her toxic comments linger, gnawing at your confidence. Just as you're about to give up on your task, the door of the cafe swings open. Namjoon walks in, spotting you immediately. His warm, friendly demeanor brings a smile on your face. He makes his way over to your table, greeting you with a bright smile.

"Hey, babe! How's everything going?" Namjoon's presence is a welcome distraction, and his positive energy starts to lift your spirits.

Before you can respond, your friend interjects sharply. "Oh, Namjoon, you're just in time. We were just talking about how Y/N gets so worked up over her assignments. I'm honestly amazed at how she can make such a fuss over something as trivial as schoolwork. It's like she thinks she's doing something world-changing."

Namjoon's expression shifts from casual friendliness to a serious one. He notices the tension and hurt in your posture and eyes. "Really? I think it's important to recognize how much effort Y/N puts into her work. She tries her best in everything"

Your friend's face flushes with anger. "You don't get it, Namjoon. I'm just being realistic. Maybe you should stay out of it." She stands up abruptly, clearly offended by Namjoon's defense. "| don't need to listen to this. I'm done here." Without waiting for a response, she storms out of the cafe, leaving you and Namjoon behind stunned at her outburst.

Namjoon turns to you with wide eyes. "Are you okay, Y/N?" He reaches out, gently taking your hand. "I'm sorry you had to deal with that. You don't deserve to be treated like that."

You nod, feeling a mix of relief and lingering hurt. "Thank you for stepping in. Her comments really got to me."

Namjoon pulls you into a hug, his warmth enveloping you. "You're doing amazing, Y/N. Don't let anyone make you feel otherwise. Your hard work is something to be proud of."

He places a tender kiss on your forehead, his affection bringing a sense of calm. "You deserve to be treated with kindness and not someone belittling you or your work. Don't let anyone's negativity get you down."

As you lean into him further, you feel the tension slowly melting away. Namjoon's presence is a soothing balm, his gentle touch and kind words helping to heal the sting of your friend's harshness. "Thank you for always supporting me Joonie."

Namjoon smiles down at you, his eyes full of love. "I'm always here for you, babe. You're strong and incredible, and I believe in you. No matter what happens, remember that you have someone who truly cares about you."

With Namjoon by your side, you felt your feelings validated. The negative comments fade into the background and the evening at the cafe becomes a reminder of the positive and caring presence Namjoon brings into your life, making you feel valued and loved.

When you leave the cafe, you're not only carrying the weight of your work but also the knowledge that you have someone who stands by you and supports you unconditionally.

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୨♡୧ PARK JIMIN ୨♡୧

You arrive home from work, the exhaustion of the day heavy on your shoulders. The apartment is quiet, the only sound being the soft hum of the refrigerator. You drop your keys on the hallway table, noticing the faint aroma of the lavender candle Jimin likes to light. The warm, golden glow of the evening sun filters through the windows, casting a serene light over the living room.

As you step into the room, you see Jimin standing near the window, his back to you. His usually bright and cheerful demeanor is replaced with a tense, rigid posture. The sight sends a jolt of worry through you.

"Jimin? What's wrong?" you ask, your voice soft and concerned.

He turns to face you, his eyes filled with a mix of anger and hurt. "I heard something today," he says, his voice shaking. "Your best friend told me you've been seeing someone else behind my back. She said she didn't feel right hiding such information."

Your heart plummets, the weight of his words crashing over you. "What? That's not true! I would never do that to you, Jimin. You know that..." You trailed off. "You can even check my phone or anything if it means we can clear this misunderstanding." you add desperately. You couldn't believe what you were hearing, especially the fact that it came from your best friend? You felt sick to your stomach.

He runs a hand through his hair, his distress evident in his every movement. "Why would she say something like that if it wasn't true? She's your best friend. Why would she lie about something so serious? She said she wanted to warn me."

Tears well up in your eyes as you step closer to him. The room feels colder, the once comforting ambiance now a backdrop to your situation. "I don't know why she's doing this, but I swear to you, Jimin, I've been faithful and I will continue to remain faithful. I love you more than anything."

Jimin's anger starts to wane, replaced by a deep sadness. He looks around the room, his eyes lingering on the pictures of the two of you that decorate the walls. "Then why would she try to hurt us like this? I just- I knew deep down you wouldn't have done something like this. I trust you...I just felt hurt" he mumbles the last part.

You reach out, taking his hands in yours. "She's been causing problems for a while now, ever since I got this job. Gossiping, spreading lies... I think she enjoys creating drama because of the fact that the fact that she can't make fun of me anymore. But I promise you, my feelings for you are real. I would never betray you."

Tears start to fall down your cheeks as the emotional toll of the situation overwhelms you. Jimin pulls you into a tight embrace, his own tears mingling with yours. The soft fabric of his sweater presses against your cheek, a small comfort amidst the chaos. "I'm sorry for doubting you. I just...love you so much, and the thought of losing you terrified me."

You hold him tighter, your voice trembling. "I love you too, Jimin. You're the most important person in my life. I need to cut her out. She's toxic, and she's trying to ruin everything in my life."

Jimin nods, his grip on you tightening. "You're right. We don't need that kind of negativity. We'll deal with this together."

You both sit down on the couch, the plush cushions providing a small respite from the emotional storm. The soft glow from the candle flickers, casting dancing shadows on the walls. Jimin wipes away your tears with gentle fingers, his touch reassuring. "We'll get through this, okay? Our relationship is stronger than any lie she can tell."

The ticking of the clock in the background is a steady reminder that time moves forward, regardless of the pain. "Thank you for believing in me. I don't know what I'd do without you."

He kisses your forehead softly, his lips lingering. "You're my everything, Y/N. We'll move forward from this, stronger than ever."

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୨♡୧ KIM TAEHYUNG ୨♡୧

You're at a serene park, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows on the ground. The tranquil setting, with its lush greenery and the soft rustling of leaves, opposite of your internal turmoil caused by your best friend's constant rivalry.

You sit on a wooden bench near a small pond, watching the ducks glide effortlessly across the water. Your mind is a whirlwind of emotions as you think about your upcoming wedding with Taehyung. The excitement and joy you should be feeling are overshadowed by your best friend's actions. She had planned her wedding for the same week as yours and hadn't even bothered to tell you, despite her recent engagement. When you confronted her, she called you hurtful things, saying Taehyung was with you out of pity and accusing you of always copying her.

You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself, but the words still sting. The rustling leaves and gentle breeze do little to soothe your aching heart. You're so lost in thought that you don't notice Taehyung approaching until he's right beside you.

Taehyung, who was walking Yeontan around the park returns and sits down next to you, his usual playful and lighthearted energy noticeably subdued. Yeontan, his fluffy dog, sniffs around your feet before settling down with a contented sigh. Taehyung looks at you with his soulful eyes, full of concern. "Hey, what's wrong? You look really upset."

You glance at him, trying to hold back your tears. "It's just... everything with the wedding. And my so-called best friend. She planned her wedding the same week as ours and didn't even tell me. When I confronted her, she said I don't deserve you and accused me of copying her even though we have been engaged for a while and our wedding plans have been happening for months."

Taehyung's expression shifts from concern to a mix of anger and irritation. He reaches out his arm and wraps them around your shoulder to bring you closer. "That's not right. You don't deserve to be treated like that, especially by someone who's supposed to be your friend."

You squeeze his hand that is on your shoulder, finding some comfort in his touch. "I just don't understand why she's doing this. It's like she's always trying to compete with me, to one-up me. And now, this? It feels like she's trying to ruin our special day."

Taehyung's eyes flash with a protective fire. "You deserve better than this, Y/N. Our wedding should be about us, about our love and commitment to each other. If she can't be happy for you, then maybe she doesn't deserve to be a part of your life."

You look out at the pond, the ducks still gliding peacefully. "It's just so hard. She was my best friend for so long. But now, I don't even recognize her."

Taehyung pulls you even closer that your head is resting on his chest. "People change, and not always for the better. But you have to focus on what's important."

You nod, leaning into his embrace, feeling his steady heartbeat against you. "You're right. I need to let go of her and focus on us and people who actually care about me."

Taehyung's voice softens, filled with his signature gentle care. "Exactly. We'll get through this together, just like we always do. And I'll be right by your side, no matter what."

He kisses the top of your head, his lips lingering for a moment in a gesture of reassurance and love. "And remember, you deserve all the happiness in the world. Don't let anyone make you feel otherwise."

⊹

୨♡୧ JEON JUNGKOOK ୨♡୧

You're at a lively party celebrating your recent promotion, the room filled with upbeat music and the buzz of cheerful conversation. The glow of string lights and colorful decorations creates a festive atmosphere, with people mingling and enjoying themselves. Despite the celebration around you, you can't shake the feeling of disappointment.

Earlier in the week, you had received a major promotion at work, a milestone you were eager to share. You had organized this party to mark the occasion, hoping to celebrate with friends and loved ones. However, your best friend's response was underwhelming. She had offered a brief congratulation before quickly redirecting the spotlight to herself, as if your achievement was merely a backdrop for her own.

You're standing near the snack table, trying to enjoy the festivities while feeling overshadowed. The party's vibrant energy contrasts sharply with your inner frustration.

Just then, Jungkook arrives, his charm adding to the party's atmosphere. He spots you standing alone, looking unsettled, and makes his way over to you.

"There you are baby! it's your special day!" Jungkook says with a wide smile. Before you can react, he sweeps you up into his arms, spinning you around with playful enthusiasm. "Congratulations!"

As he sets you down, he leans in and places a series of soft, celebratory kisses on your cheeks, his eyes sparkling with joy. "I'm so proud of you. This promotion is amazing! I know how hard you worked for this. I'm so proud of you babe."

Your initial surprise and delight quickly fade as you catch sight of your best friend nearby, her forced smile and dismissive demeanor still fresh in your mind. You let out a sigh, feeling the weight of the day's events pressing down on you.

Jungkook notices the change in your mood, his expression shifting from playful excitement to concerned seriousness. "Hey, what's wrong? You don't seem as happy as you should be." You explain, "I'm glad about the promotion, but the way my best friend reacted? It feels awful. It's like my success doesn't matter unless it's about her."

Jungkook's smile fades. "Hey don't let that take over your mind. You should enjoy your celebration without feeling overshadowed regardless of how she acts. This is about you, pretty."

As if on cue, your best friend approaches, her smile now strained and forced. "Oh, Y/N, you're still here?" She says as if this party wasn't organized by you to celebrate your milestone. It made anger bubble up in you. "I was just thinking about how great it is that you got a promotion. It's nice, I guess, but let's talk about my new project. It's really making waves." She continues.

Before you have the time to reply, Jungkook sweeps in. "Actually, Y/N's promotion is a big deal because she worked very hard to achieve it. Maybe you could try being genuinely supportive instead of making it all about yourself."

Your best friend's smile falters and she scowls. "Are you seriously calling me out at your own party? I was just trying to be polite!" she says looking towards you as if she expected you to defend her behavior.

Jungkook remains firm, his tone unwavering. "Politeness isn't enough. If you're going to be here, you should show some real respect rather than always making everything about you."

The atmosphere of the party is now charged with tension, your best friend's frustration evident as she struggles to respond and instead she decides to storm out of there.

"Thank you for standing up for me," you say softly. "I really needed that."

Jungkook pulls you into a warm, reassuring hug. "You're worth celebrating, and I'm here to make sure you know that. Your success is important, and I'll always stand by you."

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koophoriakiss · 6 months ago

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mornings with him

↬ jungkook x f!reader

↬ established relationship, fluff / wc: 610

↬ warnings: none

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“jungkook, don’t leave me,” she whined, reaching out for her boyfriend, who was climbing out of bed to get ready to go to the gym. she was met with a chuckle and his signature bunny smile before he began to stretch his limbs.

“ah, you’re acting like i’m going somewhere far away. i’m just going to the gym,” he teased, taking her hands in his and giving them a light squeeze. “you can always come if you want,” he added, before letting go of her hands and beginning to change.

she watched him change with a soft pout, admiring his defined muscles. “but you know i hate getting up early and i hate working out.”

even though she always reminded him, he kept on inviting her. she’d gone with him once, just for the hell of it, and she’d enjoyed it because she liked spending time with him. however, lately she’d been more tired due to their preparations for their comeback, and so she never wanted to get up early in the mornings unless she absolutely had to.

“i know you do, but you had fun the last time you came, didn’t you?” he asked, raising an eyebrow and smirking at her before slipping into an oversized black t-shirt. after he slipped on a pair of grey sweatpants, he took a seat next to her on the bed, gently running his fingers through her hair.

“i did, but that was then. now, i’m just tired,” she sighed, leaning into his touch. “with all the work we’ve been doing for our comeback, i feel drained and don’t want to do anything,” she admitted.

“i get the feeling,” he murmured, continuing to card his fingers through his hair. “you’ve been working harder than any of us, you know that? i’m really proud of you,” he said, placing a kiss on her forehead.

she smiled at his words, shifting so she could lie in his lap. “thank you, but i’m just doing the bare minimum. you know what would make me feel better though?” she asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes. after she was met with a hum from him, she continued. “if my amazing boyfriend could buy me buldak carbonara on his way back from the gym.”

he snorted at her words, poking her cheek. “do you even need to ask? you’ve been craving it for weeks.”

they always bought multiple packets of buldak noodles, but with all the times the other members of bts had come to their apartment recently, they’d ran out, and they hadn’t had a chance to get more. “i’ll get you your buldak, baby, i promise.”

she grinned, burying her nose in his abdomen. “wow, what a good boyfriend. i’m so spoiled,” she giggled as she reached up to play with his spider bites. “i must be the luckiest girlfriend, no, the luckiest woman in the world.”

he laughed out loud at that, bending over to press a quick kiss to her lips. “good. i hope i can make you feel like that everyday,” he chortled, enjoying the feeling of her fingers on his lip rings. “but i really do need to go now.”

she groaned, squishing his cheeks. “you’re so annoying, you muscle pig,” she huffed, getting off of him and moving into a sitting position.

he grinned at her, getting up from their bed and grabbing his gym bag off the ground. “mm, but you love it. i’ll see you in a few hours, okay? i love you.”

“i love you too,” she murmured back, giving him a goodbye kiss. “stay safe, okay?”

the only response she got was a smirk and a wave before he walked out of their bedroom and headed off to the gym.

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spiderlilyserendipity · 8 months ago

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Responsibility 🔞🖤

**Minors DNI! This is content for adults only! To read my SFW works, please see my masterlist.**

Summary: You’ve always had a hard time asking for help when you need it, and it doesn’t seem to get better as time goes by. Luckily for you, Hoseok knows you well enough to know when you need pampering.

Tags: Dom!Hoseok, Sub!Y/N, minimal plot, established relationship, dollification, safe words established, she calls him owner, PRAISE!!!!!, nonverbal sub space, oral (m. recieving), multiple orgasms (f. recieving), breeding kink (I didn't even mean to put it in this fic I swear but I can't fucking stop myself anymore send help), aftercare!!!, light angst (oopsie ✨), fluff at the end.

Warnings: Unprotected sex (don’t do that obviously lol)

W/C: 3970 (3.9K)

A/N: Hello everyone!! Sorry I disappeared once again, I just realized the last time I posted here was in NOVEMBER???? For the amount of BTS x Y/N writing I do it doesn't add up... I have been in a veryyyy big writer’s slump ALTHOUGH I have made some really good progress with a bigger series I hope to get out to you guys soon! These last few weeks have been a bit rough for me, so here is something a bit chiller with my beloved Dom!Hoseok x Y/N.

You’re in one of those moods again where everything feels too much.

It’s not necessarily your fault, but you’ve always had a hard time asking for help when you need it, and it doesn’t seem to get better as time goes by. You’ve known this about yourself for a long time, but you can’t help but get trapped in it.

It starts for you with a big project at work. You only volunteered to help out because no one else did, and it led to you being given more responsibility than your payroll even calls for. Initially, you tried to back out of it and make excuses, but your boss pushed forward with his own agenda and you never could. Now, you’re stuck doing work that isn’t really even yours without extra pay and with significantly more stress.

You’ve regretted it since the start, but you thought you’d be fine until today.

Today, you made a small mistake and your boss chewed you out for it in front of everyone. It wasn’t even a big deal, but your boss was in a bad mood to begin with and you just happened to be the person in the line of fire. But that small incident flared up something inside you—a deeply rooted fear of not being good enough.

And now, you find yourself plummeting down a rabbit hole of negative self-talk that really has nothing to do with work or anyone else. It has to do with you.

“What are you doing spacing out?” Hoseok’s laugh jolts you out of your thoughts. You look away from the TV, where your boyfriend is smiling warmly down at you. “Had a long day at work?”

You purse your lips. You don’t really want to get into it. It’s a bad habit, but you don’t like to drag Hoseok into your negativity. He has enough stress at his own job. “No, just tired.” You lie, getting off the couch.

“Y/N.” Hoseok says your name, wrapping a hand around your wrist. His voice is low, worried. You avoid his eyes. “What is it, sweetheart?”

“Nothing, I’m just tired.” You lie again, but you know Hoseok can see right through you. Of course he can, after all these years together.

You take a quick shower in the ensuite bathroom of your shared bedroom, then step out and run yourself a bath as a treat after a long day. You smile to yourself at the array of different bath bombs Hoseok keeps stocked for you, picking out one with a candy-like scent for tonight.

You drop the bath bomb in the water, watching it fizz and turn the water a shimmery baby pink. You step back in, sinking down into the hot water with a sigh. It’s not enough to take away the negative thoughts in your head, but it does take the edge off.

You’re almost dozing off in the bath when the bathroom door opens. Hoseok steps inside, then closes the door behind him. “That smells so good.” He comments, taking a seat on the closed toilet lid beside you.

You smile. “Yeah.”

The air is still slightly tense between you. Hoseok watches your face for a moment, then smiles. “This scent is nice, isn’t it? I’m glad I listened to the salesperson.” He asks, rolling up his sleeves. You wonder what he’s doing when he leans in and begins to massage your shoulders. “You’re too tense, though.” He comments under his breath.

You look away. With one small touch, Hoseok breaks down your walls. “Don’t deserve it.” You mumble.

“Don’t deserve what, sweetheart?” Hoseok asks gently, his thumbs now working into the dips of your collarbone.

You shake your head, feeling overwhelmed. “Everything. Don’t deserve your touch.”

“Is that so?” Hoseok asks in a low, patient voice that sends heat to your core. You know exactly what he’s doing, and although you want it, you can’t let yourself have it. You try to push away, to reach for the tub’s stopper and drain the bath away. But Hoseok stops you with a firm hand over your wrist. “I’m not done yet, sweetheart.” He warns you gently, pushing you back against the tub.

Hoseok’s eyes flicker down to your cleavage, but he doesn’t touch you there yet. He can still see the hesitance in your eyes, the self-doubt that makes you fear submission to him. “It seems like you have a lot of thoughts in your head right now. Would you like me to give you a break, to let me do all the thinking? And you get to relax, just like a pretty little doll?” He purrs, causing you to rub your thighs together.

In the low light, Hoseok’s eyes glint with satisfaction at the effect his words have on you. “Oh, you would like that. Unfortunately I need to hear a special word before I can do that. Does my pretty girl remember what that word is?”

“Candy.” You murmur.

Hoseok beams, running a hand through your hair. “Good girl.” He emphasizes, making the fire in your belly burn brighter. “What a gorgeous doll I own.”

You gasp softly as Hoseok’s hands move down to cup your breasts, toying with your nipples. “Owner.” You whisper.

“Yes, doll?” Hoseok replies easily, continuing to rub the now-hard nubs.

“It’s cold.” You whisper. By now, the hot water has become lukewarm and you’re starting to get chilly. Hoseok hums, leaning in to kiss your breasts.

“Is that right?” He coos at you. His hands move down your torso, then part your thighs. You whimper as Hoseok plays with your clit, then drags a finger along your entrance. “Hmm…Feels nice and warm here though.” Hoseok makes an expression of fake-confusion, then slides a finger inside. You whine, gripping his forearm with both of your hands.

Hoseok chuckles, then kisses your forehead. He cups your mound, looking directly at you as he does it. “I don’t think I want to get my clothes wet. Let’s get you up and dressed.”

With that, Hoseok pulls the stopper. You watch the water drain down, until you’re left sitting in the empty tub. Hoseok stands, then puts a hand under your chin, guiding you to stand. His eyes move down your naked body, full of controlled lust. He has you step out of the tub, then picks a towel off the shelf. “So wet.” He chides, taking your hand in his and drying each finger diligently. You watch him as he carefully works his way up your arm, then dries your armpit for you. He repeats the motion on the other side.

Then, Hoseok pushes your chin up, expecting you to look up. You obey. He dries off your neck, then your collarbones. You whine as he takes his time with your breasts, thumbing at them through the towel. “So, so wet.” Hoseok chides, then pinches one nipple. “This is why pretty things like you are hard work. If owner forgets to take good care of you, you become so messy. Isn’t that right, doll?”

“Yes, owner.” You murmur.

Hoseok lightly guides your chin down, allowing you to look at him again. “But messy girls are fun, too, because then owner has fun cleaning you and setting you straight.” He says, forcing your thighs apart to dry off your inner thighs. You purse your lips as he takes his sweet time drying your thighs and calves. Hoseok smiles up at you as he wipes off your feet. “It’s been so long since I got you a mani-pedi. I should do that, then take you out and get you some outfits. We can stop by a jewellery store, too. TIffany’s? No, maybe Cartier would be better.”

You listen quietly as Hoseok talks to himself, appraising your body as he does. You’re not meant to voice your opinion for things like this—you’re meant to take what he gives you. You let Hoseok turn you around, then begin wiping down your back. It’s mindless, but that’s the point. To submit, to gratefully take what you’re given. But you can’t help the nagging voice in your mind. “Don’t deserve it.” You mumble. Hoseok’s hands pause.

Hoseok scoffs. “How can a doll know what their worth is? What, are you some kind of AI?” He comments, continuing to work at you.

“Deserve punishment.” You mumble. “I’m bad.”

Hoseok hums as if he agrees, then puts a hand on your ass. You flinch and he notices. “Do you think I’d play with a bad doll?” Hoseok whispers, his voice dangerous in your ear.

You answer immediately. “No, owner.”

“That’s right!” He says cheerfully, turning you back around. Taking your face in one hand, Hoseok grins at you, but warning flashes in his eyes. “My doll doesn’t get punished. My doll is a good girl who listens and takes what I give her. Has owner been slacking in pampering his doll that she’s forgotten who she belongs to?”

“No, owner.” You repeat.

Hoseok looks displeased. You feel the urge to cry, hating his displeasure. You want to be good, but you don’t feel good enough!

Hoseok takes your hand and guides you into the ensuite closet. Still naked, you stand with your hands clasped as Hoseok (still fully dressed) opens a bag at the back of the closet, one you’ve never seen before. He pulls out two pieces of lingerie—one is a simple pair of white silk panties, and the other is a white, translucent babydoll with a small white bow in the middle. Without asking if you like it, Hoseok comes over to you and lifts you up onto the island in the closet. He puts the panties on you first, then the top. “So pretty.” He says, then rubs your cheek proudly. You preen at his touch.

Hoseok brings you to the bedroom next, sitting you down in front of your vanity. He hums to himself as he picks up your comb and brushes your hair. He decides to do a French braid tonight, then ties it in place with a little bow hair tie at the bottom. You both know it won’t look like that soon. “Such a pretty thing.” He praises you, eyes boring on you in the mirror. He taps your lips once, and you open your mouth. Hoseok spits in your mouth, then settles a hand on your throat. “Swallow.” He orders, then beams as he feels your throat bob from swallowing.

The dom reaches between your legs again, moving aside your underwear as he slips a finger into you again. By now, you’re much wetter. Hoseok laughs, then holds your face in one hand, forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror. You watch your own helpless face as your dom fingers you with amusement on his face. “So weak. Is this all you can take?”

“Owner, owner—” You whimper, putting a hand on Hoseok’s arm as he slips another finger inside.

“What, now you remember who owns you?” Hoseok asks, reaching down with his free hand to rub at your clit. He laughs at your fucked out face. “Dolls can’t come without permission. You should know that by now, sweetheart.”

“Owner, please, please let me come, please—” You plead.

“Five. Four.” Hoseok counts you down. You bite your lip, trying to hold back. “Three, two, one, now.”

Your whole body shakes as Hoseok works you through your orgasm. You feel come drip out of you, wetting your panties and the chair underneath you. But you don’t care at all, not with Hoseok murmuring praises in your ear. “What an obedient little cunt, just like I trained you. It’s like you were made to belong to me.”

You whine. Hoseok has you stand up, turning you half-sideways. You look in the mirror as the dom runs his clean hand down your hair gently, then rubs both hands over your hips. You breathe in sharply as you meet Hoseok’s eyes. He smirks, then digs his hands into your asscheeks, slightly spreading you. “What a messy girl. Only took two fingers and you’re all shiny down here.” He laughs, running a finger over your inner thigh, where your pre-come coats the skin.

“Owner.” You mumble against Hoseok’s collarbone.

He beams. “Yes, my doll?”

You both know what you want, but you can’t bring yourself to ask for it. It’s not your place to ask him to fuck you, since you’re meant to let him do as he pleases. So instead, you just press yourself in against him, placing your cheek against his collarbone. Hoseok knows what you mean without saying it. He presses a kiss to your hair, then presents his left hand—still covered by your juices—to your mouth and sticks his thumb in. You suck obediently, looking directly at your dom. “Such a useful mouth.” He purrs. You let out a small sound at his praise. Hoseok withdraws his thumb, then switches to give you his index and middle fingers. As you do that, the dom meticulously straightens your hair, ensuring not a hair is out of place. Finally, he gives you his ring and pinky finger to lick. You don’t miss the emerald and diamond ring on his ring finger—ensuring to get your juices out of every crevice around the ring. Hoseok’s jaw tightens at the sight.

The dom intertwines your hands, then brings you over to the bed. Using his free hand, he pulls back the covers, then guides you under. You watch Hoseok grab the TV remotes and return. You glance at the hard member in Hoseok’s pants as he sits in bed next to you. Knowing what you’re thinking, Hoseok pulls his pants and underwear down in one go—revealing the hard, leaking member. “I wonder if that movie is out yet…” Hoseok says to no one in particular, pretending to be interested in finding some movie. Without saying a word, Hoseok entangles a hand in your hair, guiding you down toward his member under the covers. Your breath sharpens at the feeling of being used to pleasure him as he watches a movie, just a little thing for him to control.

You start to lick from your position at his side, but Hoseok frowns at you. Your eyes widen. Have you done something wrong? “Hmm…” He says, then reaches down and hooks a finger into the hip part of your panties. Using them, he pulls you down so you’re sitting on his calves. He lets go, then returns the hand to your hair. For added effect, he tucks the covers in around you, leaving just your head up for you to suck him off. You whimper, loving the feeling. You’re his toy, his doll.

You begin sucking Hoseok off, doing your absolute best to please him as you work at him with your mouth and cup his balls with your hands. Hoseok runs a hand through your hair gently, idly, like he’s barely paying attention when you know he couldn’t care less about what’s on screen. Even like this, you know you’re his priority.

You lick the slit of his member and Hoseok hisses. “Oh, that’s it.” He praises you, tightening the hand in your hair slightly. “What a good girl. So useful.”

You moan, accidentally pressing yourself down against his calf. Hoseok notices immediately. “Is my doll getting restless? Is me playing with your mouth not enough?”

“No, owner. I-I’m grateful.” You protest weakly.

Hoseok’s eyes glint dangerously. “Yeah? Then why are you rubbing yourself against my leg like a puppy in heat?” He sits you up, bringing you onto his lap. You purse your lips as Hoseok feels how wet you are again with his hand. “Good girls don’t hide their feelings, sweetheart. You know that.”

“Yes, owner.” You say, looking at him through your lashes.

Hoseok tsks. He slots his thigh between your legs. You sigh as he pushes up against you, loving the feeling of his hot skin against your aching clit. “If it feels good, you need to show me, sweetheart. Now, look at me and show me how good it feels. And don’t look away.” He orders. You swallow. Hoseok settles a hand to the back of your neck, holding you firmly. You slowly begin rubbing yourself against his thigh, looking directly at your dom. Hoseok watches you intently, ignoring the movie playing in the background. The lust in his eyes is illuminated by the changing colours from the screen.

Your desperation mounts embarrassingly fast with Hoseok watching you rub yourself against him. Knowing that, Hoseok taps your chin, indicating for you to open your mouth. You take his thumb in your mouth, sucking as best as you can but you’re not consistent—the seal you form around his thumb is broken all too often by the moans and sighs you let out. Hoseok smirks at that, knowing you can’t handle it. “Suck properly.” He orders. You swallow, then wrap your lips properly around his thumb. “That’s it. Who’s my good little slut?” Hoseok asks.

You whine, grinding faster. “Is it you?” He teases. “Hmm…I thought my doll knew how to come when I told her though. Let’s see. Come now.”

With a single order, you get your release. Your whole body shakes, and Hoseok pulls you in close. He wraps his arms around you, using one hand to cup the back of your head as you shake from your orgasm. “So obedient. Just like I trained you. I’m so proud of you, sweetheart.”

“Thank you, thank you.” You chant, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You’re almost crying at this point, feeling so taken care of and loved. “So grateful. Thank you, owner.”

Hoseok pulls back slightly, cupping your face in both of his hands. He kisses you, slow and passionate. “Can you handle more, baby?”

“Yes, owner.” You answer, feeling soft. Hoseok’s eyes sparkle. He knows that tone of your voice. You’re slipping further and further into your sub space, and it won’t be long until it’s hard for words to come out altogether. But Hoseok knows your body and your limits. He’ll give you exactly what he knows you can take.

“Go get your plug.” He orders. You crawl to the other side of the bed, reaching into the nightstand. Although the two of you have various toys, you know he means the small toy shaped like a teardrop with a little gem at the flared end. You bring it to him, presenting it with both hands. Hoseok takes it, then guides you to lay down. You lay back, feeling loved and safe. Hoseok will take care of you. He always does. Hoseok leans over you. “Show me your colours.” He says, knowing words are starting to slip away from you already. You squeeze Hoseok’s shoulder once to indicate green, twice for yellow, and three times for red. Hoseok kisses your forehead in praise. “What’s your colour right now?”

You squeeze once. “Such a good listener.” He praises you. He checks you’re ready, then slowly slides into you. You pant as he bottoms out, feeling full.

“O-Owner.” Your voice comes out weak. “P-Please.”

“I know, sweetheart.” Hoseok reassures you. He allows you to wrap your arms around his shoulders, pressing your cheek against his shoulder. “I’ll take good care of you. Fill your womb with my seed.”

You clench around him. “P-Please.” Then, you whine into his ear. “B-Breed me, owner.”

Hoseok growls, planting his hands on either side of your waist. He begins to move slowly, but you know he’s holding himself back for you. “Yeah?” He asks. “Want me to get you pregnant, sweetheart? Take care of you, take responsibility?”

You moan at the idea of being safe and taken care of. For someone who always pushes herself too far, you know deep down you’d love that. And Hoseok knows it, too, even if you don’t know how to ask for it. He knows you. Soon, Hoseok’s thrusts become faster and faster, knowing you’ve adjusted enough for him. Your moans become louder, and the nails you dig into Hoseok’s skin start to leave deeper indents. Soon, you’re arching your back. Hoseok’s own hips start to stutter. He reaches for your hair, tangling a firm hand in it. You sigh happily at his firmness. “Almost there, sweetheart.” Hoseok promises, reaching down to rub your clit. “You can do it, baby. Ready? 3…2…1…Now.”

Your orgasm wracks through you again, making you shake a third time tonight. At the same time, hot seed fills you, making you feel insane with pleasure. Tears slip out of the corners of your eyes, landing on the pillow. Hoseok wipes your cheeks immediately, then pulls you in as he lays on top of you. You feel so safe with him both inside you and on top of you, sandwiched between him and the sheets.

“T-Thank you, thank you.” You repeat, digging your nails into Hoseok’s shoulders. “Thank you, owner. So grateful.”

“You’re welcome, baby.” Hoseok says, smiling at you. He runs a hand through his hair, pushing it back. Even though he doesn’t say it, you see the relief in Hoseok’s eyes as you finally smile sincerely tonight. You lay there for some time and catch your breath. You kiss and hold one another, feeling comfortable. Then, Hoseok slowly slides out of you. You shiver as the seed begins to slip out of you, but Hoseok guides it back in with the plug. You clench around it, feeling pleased. “That’s my girl. So proud of you, sweetheart.”

You lay peacefully as Hoseok gets up, leaving the room momentarily. He returns with a glass of water and two granola bars for you. You’re still quite far into your sub space, so words are a bit difficult for you right now. Knowing that, Hoseok just quietly helps you sit up and feeds you your snack. Once you’re done, he carefully helps you drink the water.

“Should we shower now?” Hoseok asks. You purse your lips, looking down at your intertwined hands. He laughs. “Okay. In twenty minutes then.”

You smile, letting Hoseok pull you back under the covers for some cuddles before shower time. “Sweetheart.” Hoseok says, hooking his chin over your shoulder as he spoons you. You hum. “Remember you don’t need to hide from me, okay? If anything is bothering you, you tell me. I won’t think you’re any less good at your job if you talk to me about it, I promise. And although I know you would never give up your passion, I want you to know you don’t have to work if you don’t want to.”

You blink, craning your head to look at your boyfriend. Hoseok (despite the blush on his face) looks resolute. “I’m not kidding when I say I’ll take responsibility for you. I really can take good care of you.”

You giggle. It feels like a proposal. “I know, Hoseokie.” You mumble, cuddling back against him. You sigh, closing your eyes against the pillow as Hoseok gently rubs a hand over your belly. “I love you.” You whisper.

“I love you too.” Hoseok presses another kiss in your hair. Just then, he glances at the clock. “Okay, twenty minutes over. Let’s go.” He says. You pout, but he just grins at you. “A deal’s a deal, baby. Come on, let me get you cleaned up so I can change the sheets.”

You pout, holding your arms up. Hoseok laughs, tipping his head back. “Actually, I change my mind. I don’t want such a spoiled wife.”

“Too bad.” You mumble with a smile as he scoops you up into his arms like a bride. By now, your headspace has worn off but you feel so soft and content. “You have to take responsibility for me.”

You and Hoseok laugh together as he carries you to the bathroom.

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A/N: Thank you for reading! I'd like to thank the Academy and fucking 2022 Mama red carpet Hoseok for inspiring me to stay up and write this fic when I have work at 8 am (but just look at him AGHHHHHHHHH). Also, requests are open <333

#hoseok x reader #hoseok x y/n #hoseok x you #hoseok smut #hoseok fluff #bts x reader #bts smut #bts fluff

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jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue · 1 year ago

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What if... the CEOs were hybrids? Bonus chapter | BTS OT7 au

Welcome to the prequel, I cannot believe how long it's taken me to update this story I really hope you enjoy this <3 (the gif makes me think of the 6 in their office waiting for MC, but Yoongi’s hiding her in his office 🤣) Warnings: menstrual cycle stuff, hormones, possessiveness

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Hybrids: KNJ - Wolf, KSJ - Bear, MYG - Panther, JHS - Lion, PJM - Arctic fox, KTH - Tiger, JJK - Bunny.

“Kitten if you keep pouting so hard you’ll look like a fish,” Yoongi teases without looking up from his paperwork.

“I’m not pouting,” you deny wearing the proverbial pout.

Hoseok snickers, covering it with a weak cough when you glare at him for a second, turning back to Yoongi with your arms crossed.

“Flower you need to look in the mirror,” Taehyung says deeper than usual, making your heart flutter momentarily, the sound makes him smile, but you avoid his gaze.

“Hyung stop being mean or you’ll cloud my sunshine,” Hobi pretends to berate the panther hybrid, all of their tails swishing in the air enthusiastically as you get more riled up.

You were in the main CEO office with three big cat hybrids, most people would stand guard or scared, Yoongi thought, but of course his kitten would stand defiantly in between them with no ounce of fear.

“Just admit you did it on purpose Min Yoongi,” your pout was getting more pronounced at the accusation, a big cute frown on your face that makes Yoongi bite his lips to stop smiling but he fails.

Hoseok and Tae laugh behind their hands or paperwork, both of them clearing their throats and schooling their features before you turn on them.

“What exactly did I do wrong, kitten?” Yoongi asks with a dare in his eyes, a lot of people thought you both didn’t get on but they were wrong. Yes, you both argued and disagreed with each other without care about who was watching but it was only play-fighting, and Yoongi did it on purpose to see his kitten’s claws. Who else in the company would dare confront him like this with his full name on their lips in that demeanour.

“I emailed you my report because you asked for a digital copy AND YOU CHANGED THE FONT!”

Hoseok and Taehyung both clasp their hands over their mouths as the giggles escape, you eye them both distastefully, narrowed gaze piercing them.

“And what’s the problem?” Yoongi smirks, oh you wanted to wipe that smug look off his face.

You groan exasperatedly, huffing loudly which only makes his grin wider. How he loved playing with his kitten, any piece of string he dangled in front of you sent you running in circles with him and he always loved the sight.

“Why did you change it?” The pout is back.

“You’re pouting again Kitten,” Yoongi sighs, “stop it.”

You only pout harder, looking at him like a child being told off but not backing down.

“I’m not pouting,” you argue, and your tone tickles him. For your own safety you needed to be more aware of your facial muscles, or did you not realise every time you purse your lips like that you were just asking to be kissed, and Yoongi was not a gentleman, how long did you expect him to resist?

“Hyung,” Taehyung whines, copying your expression exaggeratedly. “I can’t believe you changed the font on flower’s hard work.”

“How could you?” Hoseok joins in, adopting a childish tone in his voice as he pouts extra hard.

The fake support only makes you glare at them, they sounded ridiculous as they struggled to keep their composure. Yoongi doesn’t hold back his soft laughter, the sound cooling your anger a little.

“You’re not funny,” you say to the duo, watching both their tails swish behind them as they mock you.

“I disagree,” Tae chuckles.

“We’re hilarious sunshine,” Hoseok chimes in, “and Yoongi hyung was right, you are pouting.”

“That is beside the point,” you disregard them, “the point is Min Yoongi disrespected my work.”

“I changed the font Kitten, I didn’t insult it,” he rolls his eyes but the smirk doesn’t disappear.

“Helvetica is an insult,” you mumble, walking away with a stomp in your step. The three cat hybrids start to petulantly whine and complain as you leave, begging for you to stay.

“Kitten, I’ll change it back,” Yoongi calls after you.

“Flower come back,” Taehyung whines.

“Sunshine we were joking!”

But your only response was the slam of the office door.

“No one tell Namjoon.”

“Hyung you were pushing it,” Hoseok berates him gently, “or did you not scent the change yet?”

“Of course I did, it’s my favourite time to play with Kitten,” Yoongi admits. “She’s extra volatile this time of month.”

Taehyung shakes his head in disbelief, “Hyung you’re sadistic.”

Hoseok just stares at the panther with a knowing look. Min Yoongi could pretend all he wanted, but the man was soft for you and your attention.

—

Did their hybrid ears deceive them, or was that your heart pumping out of pace as you stared up at Jin with a spaced out look. The bear hybrid was devastatingly handsome, the whole company knew it, even you weren’t immune to it.

“Angel, are you listening to what Hyung is saying?” Jimin calls you out with a smirk.

“Huh,” you take a second to snap out of it, meeting the knowing look in Jimin’s eyes before you feel your cheeks burn. “Yep.”

It sounds like a squeak as you turn back to the file Jin was holding, trying to read the words on the page but you can’t make out a single sentence. You hear him chuckle beside you, wishing the floor would swallow you whole to escape the sudden embarrassment you felt.

“Beautiful girl, are you feeling okay?” Jin asks with a grin, bathing in the sight of you becoming flustered.

“Flower,” Taehyung stands from his desk with mock worry on his face, taking your hands in his as he stares you down, “your heart rate just skyrocketed, are you okay?”

Jimin and Jungkook push Jin out of the way, the trio surrounding you as they voice their concern over your health, making you want Hell to open up and take you if it meant you could escape this.

“Ya!” Even Jin couldn’t save you now, he may have been the oldest but when the maknaes wanted something they’d get it. He sighs, shaking his head as you fight for words against their attack.

“You don’t have a temperature,” Jungkook mutters with a pout, the back of his hand pressed to your forehead.

“This is serious,” Jimin contemplates, his hands on your cheeks as he looks into your eyes, “there’s no reason for angel’s heart rate to shoot up out of nowhere,” he fights the smirk but you can hear it in his voice, he knows exactly why you were like this, damn their hybrid senses.

“Bunny, are you sure you don’t have a heart condition?”

“Should we book an appointment with the company doctor,” Taehyung says to the two, his acting skills better than them by far, even you were almost convinced it would be a good idea.

“This isn’t the first time it’s happened Bunny, what if it’s something serious?” Jungkook teases, unable to stop the grin on his face.

“Has no one else picked up on it Angel?” Jimin asks innocently before his eyes change again, a cheshire cat smile on the fox’s face forming without restraint. “It only ever happens with us.”

Your whole head feels like it’s on fire, the open mouth of shock pressing shut with annoyance.

“Maybe I’m allergic to you guys,” you say through gritted teeth, making the boys gasp in outrage at the idea.

—

It hurt like a bitch, like little fists were punching you from the inside out and all you could do was grit your teeth and take painkillers, which you swear did nothing. You try to suppress a groan, pressing your lips together hard as you get through another cramp. You wish you didn’t come in today but there was an important meeting and you stupidly thought that was more important than crying in bed in pain alone.

You don’t notice three sets of eyes on you, looking on with worry. It's when you clutch your abdomen, eyes squeezed closed, that they know they can no longer leave you be.

“Y/n you stink,” Suran says nonchalantly as she passes your desk, the Chihuahua hybrid dropping off some files before giving you a fake sympathetic smile and holding her nose as she walks away.

Taehyung growls as he overhears, the chihuahua’s attention snapping to the tiger with fear widening her eyes, noticing Jimin looking at her with the same predatory hate that makes her cower away with a whine.

You sigh when she walks away, hating the fact that every hybrid in the room knew exactly which point of your monthly cycle you were in, even with all the suppressants they had to take. At first it was weird to get used to, embarrassing even but with time it was just the way things were. Sometimes you had to admit it did have it’s benefits, like when you ranted to your panda hybrid BFF about Min Yoongi and the helvetica altercation she may have pointed out that you were PMSing and your patience with the panther was at sub zero because of it. Maybe you were overreacting about the whole font thing, just a little.

“Noona,” Jungkook calls for your attention, the other two in tow looking at you with so much sympathy it was as if someone was dying.

“Angel, care to follow us?” Jimin says holding out his hand for you to take.

You smile knowingly, but it doesn’t stretch very far. Every month your favourite trio found a way to distract you from work and form a cuddle nest in Yoongi’s office which he always allowed to your surprise. He would stare at the four of you while he pretended to work, both of you wishing he would just join the cuddle pile.

“Guys I can't, I've got a meeting soon,” you say, glancing at the clock. “And you three are 20 minutes late to yours.”

They mumble feeble excuses which you silence with an unimpressed look.

—

You almost crawl into the meeting room, your pace so slow your usual 30 minutes early to prep was now cut to 25, Jin had been pacing the room for five minutes wondering whether you had died, Namjoon restraining him from going to look for you telling the bear hybrid he was being too dramatic.

Of course, Namjoon eats his own words when they see you enter. Jin was normally the one to preempt your ritual of setting up, normally joining you so he could steal your time before being surrounded by your colleagues. This time round, Namjoon decided to join him and he’s so glad he did.

The protective growl is barely contained, he doesn’t know what hits him first, your palor, the smell of blood or the way you are so obviously in excruciating pain.

“Baby girl,” his voice is on edge, “what are you doing here?”

You frown at him, wincing when another cramp makes you want to double over and die, did he have to ask you stupid questions?

“Setting up,” you say breathlessly with a slight groan, pressing your lips together as if those two words alone just added tenfold to the agony.

“I don’t think so,” the characteristic rise of his eyebrow tells you he’s serious, “go home, you’re in no state to work.” he turns to Jin, “Hyung, do you think you could drive-”

“I’m fine,” even through the struggle of those quiet words he could hear your stubbornness.

He exhales, staring you down, jaw clenched. Jin glances between you both, even in your frailer than usual state he could see you weren’t going to back down, either of you.

“Beautiful, maybe we should-”

“Nope,” you shake your head, ignoring them and starting to prep for the meeting, you were running out of time. You try to behave as normal, standing a little straighter, but your movements were slow, your head fuzzy.

“Y/n I am not kidding around, you look like you’re going to pass out,” Namjoon grits his teeth to stop himself yelling, he never yelled, but this or something similar happened every month and his patience ran out about a year ago.

You scowl at the lack of his term of endearment in that sentence, didn’t he know you were in pain? And he was going to call you by your name? The gall of the lead CEO, thinking he could just boss you around like he was… Huh, maybe your brain was suffering from a lot of blood loss, you genuinely forgot this man was your employer.

“I’m going to be fine,” you sigh, tired of everything. You just needed to make it through the day, only… 7 more hours left. You stop yourself from bursting into tears at the thought, why was time torturing you today?

Jin watches Namjoon clench his fist, the bear hybrid taking a step back when the wolf’s eyes have that red glint in them that meant oncoming doom. You were somehow blissfully unaware, although he knew that wouldn’t last long.

It's when you try to muffle a wince that he can hear the low growls coming from the male, his tail stiff and straight, making Jin’s instincts want to stand in front of you and defend you but the more rational part of his brain knew Namjoon would never hurt you.

“Beautiful girl…” He tries again, nervously laughing but you seem to be oblivious to the state of the predator in the room. “I think-”

The whimper you try to conceal cuts him off, you’re clutching the edge of the table in front of you so hard your knuckles are white, your whole posture stiffening as you ride out the spasms your lower region assaults on your body. His eyes go wide when he doesn’t hear you breathe, he steps closer to you quickly as it passes and when you release the table you stumble back into his chest.

His arm wraps around you quickly, keeping you steady as you catch your breath. Your stance is weaker, he can see your eyes are out of focus when he tilts your head to look at him.

“You shouldn’t be here beautiful,” he sighs. “You should be at home, in bed, resting.”

“But-”

“I’m taking you home,” he insists, and he’d stay with you, no way was he going to leave you alone like this. He bet you hadn’t had anything to eat today either.

“But the meeting,” you whine weakly, you put so much work into today and your biology was ruining it. “No, I’m going to stay.”

You both hear the low rumbling sound behind you, tentatively turning towards the hooded eyes directed at you. You feel a shiver shoot down your spine, Jin holding you tighter against him.

When he takes a step closer you instinctively try to take one back, unable to move with Jin freezing in response to the wolf. Namjoon lets out a deep breath, as if trying to control his instincts, instincts that scream at him to take his mate home, build her a nest and trap her in it until she recovers.

“Baby girl you either let Hyung take you home now,” he pauses, searching your eyes for the defiance he needed to subdue. The corner of his lips twitch as if he’s almost amused, but really it's because his patience has been tested to its limits.

You try to speak but no sound leaves, all you can do is watch the predator stalk up to you, looking up at him as his gaze almost dared you to try and challenge him.

“Or…” his smile doesn’t reach his eyes, stretched thin like his nonexistent tolerance for your attitude.

“I call security to escort you out of the building.”

You gawp at him in surprise, he wouldn’t, there is no way on Earth he would call security on you.

“Don’t test me Y/n, it’s for your own good,” he grunts in reply to your unspoken thoughts, the fake smile gone to reveal his glare. He doesn’t back down, doesn’t flinch even when he can see your eyes starting to water. He marches over to the internal company phone when you don’t move towards the exit, Jin having released you to watch your reaction. You cross your arms, looking at the wolf with just as much contempt despite the pain you were in. The adrenaline of your standoff helped a little, but you would die before you admit it.

He scoffs after waiting a second too long, unbuttoning his cuffs and pushing his sleeves up his arms. They felt like they were constraining him, the tie and collar would have to be loosened next once he dealt with you. He glares at you again, ready to end this stalemate, but your eyes aren’t on his with fire like he expects. Instead, they travel down his arms, breath caught in your throat at the angry veins protruding out of his skin. The smirk on his face was real this time, only when he picks up the phone do you return his stare. He wouldn’t…

“Security,” it’s a gruff command and your jaw drops in disbelief.

—

“So Bunny isn’t talking to you?” Jungkook isn’t gloating, not really, the grin he has on his face wasn’t cruel, he just found the situation entertaining.

“Even I thought he was bluffing with the security card,” Jin shakes his head at the memory, you held back tears the whole drive home, you ranted to Jin about how Namjoon could possibly to that to you and who did he think he was, you didn’t stop for the whole afternoon and evening until Jin left.

“I was half bluffing,” Namjoon groans, “I didn’t really call them, I just made her think I did.”

“But you would have if she didn’t move,” Yoongi challenges, a smirk evident on his face that he wasn’t buying it.

“As if you wouldn’t have called them either,” the lead CEO huffs.

“Oh please, Kitten wouldn’t refuse me,” the smirk only grows when the wolf glares at the panther. “And if she did, she would have paid for it.”

“She was already paying in pain, hyung,” Taehyung whines, not liking the way Yoongi was talking. “My poor flower.”

“It’s been a week,” Namjoon starts massaging his temples with his fingertips feeling the stress radiate from his brain like a migraine. “When is she going to let it go?”

“Have you apologised?” Hoseok asks, not looking up from his paperwork until his question is met with silence.

Oh if only you could see the wolf with his tail between his legs right now. He tries not to laugh at the obvious embarrassment on Namjoon’s face as he tries to come up with an excuse.

“I don’t think he needs to apologise,” Yoongi says.

“Of course you don’t” Jimin sasses with an eye roll. “Whether hyung was right or wrong, he still hurt my angel’s feelings.”

“I think he’s paid for it enough,” Jin chuckles, “you should’ve seen his face when beautiful called him Mr Kim.”

Jaws drop, in shock and a little in second hand pain if that was ever a thing. They wouldn’t know at all how to handle you acting so coldly.

“Not even Kim Depyunim,” Jin continues as if he was sharing a scandal. “Mr Kim.”

“Woah,” Jungkook breathes, completely taken back. “Remind me not to get on Noona’s bad side.”

“Ididitforherowngood!” Namjoon yells to his own defence, sounding unusually high pitched before groaning, planting his head on the table.

The others snicker to themselves, the sound making the wolf bang his head lightly but repeatedly on the wooden desk.

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“Sunshine, are you still mad at Namjoon?” Hoseok asks you as you both walk to your meeting. His question pulls your attention out of the file you were rechecking.

“No…” you deny, pouting as you return to reading.

“Sunshine…” he sighs.

“Maybe,” you try again more honestly.

“Well then you should be mad at all of us,” he replies, making your snap towards him. He doesn’t meet your gaze, staring in front of him with confidence. “We all would’ve done exactly the same thing.”

You sigh displeased with that information.

“But Hobi-”

That does make him turn towards you, pulling your arm and stopping you both in your tracks. Thankfully the corridor was empty, but he still glances around before giving you his full attention.

“Sunshine, none of us like seeing you in pain,” he explains, “and for some reason you don’t listen to your body.”

You open your mouth to argue but his stare makes you back down, pressing your lips closed with another pout. He chuckles softly at the sight.

“He didn’t go about it the best way, but he didn’t do it to undermine you sunshine,” he explains calmly. “He did it because he was worried about you.”

You stare at his shoes, feeling mildly dejected at his gentle berating. You miss the grin on his face, finding you adorable. He gives the corridor another glance around to make sure no eyes could catch him, before he pulls you into a hug, chuckling to himself at how endearing he found everything about you, even the parts that sometimes exhausted them.

—

“No!” he roars childishly. “I know Flower better!”

You wince at his volume, the three maknaes tended to forget about the crowd of colleagues surrounding you when they had these battles for your attention.

Jmin and Jungkook scoff loudly, making you wince even harder, glancing at the other desks and watching people whisper in amusement. Why did they do this to you?

“Please, you don’t even know your flower’s favourite flower!” Jimin contends with just as much volume as the tiger, tail swishing back and forth faster and faster.

“You just admitted she’s my flower,” Taehyung counters as if he’s won.

“Guys,” you say quietly, not wanting any more attention, but needing to stop it. You pull on Tae’s sleeve to get him to stop.

“Look you can’t even read Bunny’s body language,” Jungkook stands with his hands on his hips, stalking up to the tiger as if he wasn’t a prey hybrid. Honestly sometimes you’d forget if it wasn’t for the bunny ears on his head.

“And you can?” Jimin and Taehyung say simultaneously.

“Better than you can!” Jungkook shouts back, “you’re making Noona uncomfortable right now.”

Oh the irony obviously went over the youngest’s head and then twirled around him and yeeted for good measure.

“Can you guys please quieten it down?” you beg, “or take it elsewhere.”

Three sets of eyes now snap and stare directly at you, oh shit this was exactly what you wanted to avoid.

“Flower tell them I know you best,” Taehyung demands, crouching beside you and turning your chair to face him.

“Angel don’t you dare lie to him to save his feelings,” the arctic fox growls, the sound not as impressive as Namjoon’s but you find it cute, or you would in any other situation.

“Bunny-”

A large shadow looms over the four of you, catching the hybrids’ tongues in their throats. They audibly swallow, slowly turning to see the daggers the big bad boss wolf threw at them with his glare.

“Didn’t we have that thing…?” Jimin cowers back without taking his eyes off the lead CEO, swearing to himself he could see steam leaving his ears.

“That important thing,” Taehyung seconds as if he didn’t spend the last half an hour disagreeing with everything the fox said.

The three of them scarper off, as if the ends of their tails were on fire, unable to leave fast enough. You shake your head at their antics but smile in amusement despite the trouble they caused.

Namjoon’s presence had everyone turn back diligently to their work, he surveys the whole floor, making sure not a single hint of attention strayed from what he paid them to do. You look up at his glowering presence, grinning at how serious his demeanour was. His eyes catch yours when he hears your light laughter, the stern expression on his face melting away.

You weren’t giving him the narrowed eyes of spite that he was getting used to, was it too early to sigh in relief? He watches you cautiously, words catching in his throat that he clears, but when he opens his mouth nothing comes out. You smile at him so radiately it disarms him, his palms starting to sweat, you reduce the strong alpha to a pup with that look of endearment.

“Thanks Joonie,” you whisper, “they were getting to that stage where it would’ve been impossible to stop.”

You shake your head again, looking down at your computer completely unaware of the puddle the CEO was turning into beside you. He feels his soul elevate back into place after being dragged along the floor for a week. He wasn’t Mr Kim anymore, the relief flooded through him.

“Baby girl,” he calls for your attention quietly, standing over you with an arm on your desk. You glance up at him, caught in his soft gaze, blinking a couple of times at the sight.

“Hmm?”

“I’m sorry for last week, I was out of line but I was worried about you.”

He leans down closer, his face an inch away from yours. He smirks when he sees your eyes dilate, an inner voice berating him about rules and etc that he ignores for a second.

“That being said,” he continues gently. “Never call me Mr Kim again.”

He breaks out into a grin at the sound of your soft laughter.

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ARE YOU SURE?!: SECOND EPISODE

MY IMPRESSIONS

Preface: This is not an analysis post, and honestly, I don’t want to overanalyse their interactions or everything they said and did—many others are already doing that. My intention with this post is simply to share my thoughts on the episodes, my impressions, and perhaps my conclusions.

I’m writing this as I watch the episodes for the second time.

The intro still feels too generic for a show featuring TWO SINGERS, but oh well.

Jimin can never stop praising Jungkook for everything, even the most normal and small things Jungkook does—Jimin will praise him for it.

I also love how Jimin and Jungkook always, not just on the show, make comments that confirm how well they know each other and how aware they are of everything the other does.

Jimin and Jungkook really complement each other well, in everything.

Jimin is more into making plans and wanting to go places, but he’s much calmer. Jungkook isn’t one to plan, but he’ll go with the flow. However, once in those moments, he’s super active. He does everything; he just doesn’t plan it. On the other hand, Jimin plans everything, but even though he participates in everything, he’d prefer to stay sleeping or do it more laid-back, hahaha.

Seeing Jimin and Jungkook hiking reminded me of that episode of RUN BTS, where Jimin says that if he won, he’d make the loser hike a mountain (I can’t remember the name), and he and Jungkook couldn’t stop laughing. I still wonder what that was all about.

Their conversations always seem so interesting to me and say a lot about their dynamic. They talk about mundane things and things that, without knowing how they are, wouldn’t make sense. The beautiful thing is that they follow each other’s flow perfectly. Another thing I love about them is that when they’re together, there’s a certain innocence about them and the way they’re gentle without being childish is just too lovely. They definitely have a tone of voice just for the two of them.

Jimin has a great imagination, no wonder he writes such good songs, hahaha.

Could Jimin really do a cover of Jungkook’s song and vice versa? Thank you.

I’m just now noticing the difference in their clothing styles. Jimin really said, “I didn’t shave my legs for nothing!” Hahaha. But yes, black and white all the time, basically.

When Jimin said he was also a member, Jungkook looked at him as if saying, “Babe, I didn’t mean you,” hahaha.

The conversation about mosquitoes and Jimin’s blood is too funny.

I had to look up what omakase means because I obviously didn’t understand what they were talking about, and now that I know, it makes sense. Jimin was absolutely right.

Maybe it’s just that they really laugh at what they say, but seriously, many things they say and how they react to them make you think they mean something else. Like an innuendo that we’re not supposed to catch, hahaha.

Everyone’s talking about what Jungkook said to Jimin when he grabbed his sweater, but I haven’t seen anyone talk about how Jungkook responded to it! God, that soft and low tone they use when talking to each other kills me every time I hear it. It’s so delicate and so... private. It’s a very good representation of their relationship in general.

Jungkook actually said he wanted to try Jimin’s blood, and Jimin really said ‘bet,’ hahaha.

I love how relaxed and slow the first episodes were. They weren’t there to entertain us; they were there to rest and enjoy their days off, with cameras filming them. The yacht trip was really just that, them enjoying a yacht trip. Nothing more. And I love that they enjoyed it so much.

I LOVE how they kept saying they felt free or relaxed or incredible just being there. That’s all that matters, right?

What is it with them and Titanic, seriously?

Jungkook is so used to Jimin climbing onto his back that he doesn’t even flinch, hahaha.

Okay, I suppose one of the reasons they said this show would be unfiltered is because of all the times they talked about Jimin needing the toilet, hahaha. Poor man.

Jungkook searching for more mosquito bites on Jimin’s body is so... I’d like to say someone explain that to me, but I know no one can, or you’ll just say it’s Jikook being Jikook.

Mate, the way they play-fight is so cute. Like, it’s so damn soft. Delicate. I think I mentioned something about this in my reactions to the first episode, but here it’s more obvious.

Also, the way Jimin ends up on top of Jungkook and Jungkook acts as if nothing’s out of the ordinary? Okay.

Something I love about all the members, in general, is how considerate they are of their staff. They always make sure their staff is okay, that they’ve eaten, or that they’re just doing well. That has always spoken very well of them. The fact that they worked so hard before enlisting and left so much work behind was also a way of taking care of their staff and ensuring they still had jobs during this period of inactivity. The fact that Jin immediately started working, along with his/their staff, is also worth highlighting.

I was so stressed when Jimin was complaining about his stomach one minute or was afraid to go to the bathroom and then the next minute HE WAS EATING GUACAMOLE AND TACOS WITH ALL THE SALSAS?! Like, my son in Christ, that wasn’t going to help you!

Jimin always says everything Jungkook does is cute, but Jungkook also finds everything Jimin does cute. And it’s sweet how Jungkook always points out how well Jimin eats or how much he’s enjoying the food.

Jimin and Jungkook knowing they dominate the charts does wonders for my ego as a fan, hahaha.

I love how in many of their conversations, they speak in satoori. I hope as the show progresses, they speak more in satoori.

Jimin validating that there’s nothing wrong with not writing your own songs and saying it’s efficient that way is the biggest FU he could give to Jungkook’s haters, and I’m sure it wasn’t even his intention.

I really appreciate hearing Jungkook talk a bit more about the direction he initially wanted to go with his single, and I suppose with the album too, and not just that, but what he wanted to achieve with it. Jimin and Jungkook are not new to the industry, and I think both wanted to branch out a bit from what they knew. As Jungkook said, the goals were different. And it’s interesting how their experiences contrast with each other. Jimin wasn’t so used to writing his own songs, so it’s something he wanted to do and ended up enjoying. Jungkook, on the other hand, is someone who has experience writing his own songs, so he already knows the process, and he decided to focus on his voice this time. I suppose that’s why he “sacrificed” part of the process, which ended up being opting not to write his own songs and instead focus on his voice and how he could tell the story others wrote with it. At the end of the day, Jungkook just wants to sing, no matter what story he’s telling or who wrote it. And that’s respectable.

Jungkook really is Jimin’s chef. Jin wasn’t lying. The fact that Jungkook was always willing to make whatever Jimin wanted to eat is just too cute.

I don’t mean to offend anyone, but I will always side-eye anyone who says they like Twinkies. I haven’t tried many Hostess products, but that is one of the worst, and I’m not going to argue with anyone about it!

Jungkook, I love you, but that’s not how you make authentic carbonara. I’m not Italian, and I still know that. Saying that carbonara requires sugar should be a crime, hahahah.

Jungkook apologising to Jimin for not being able to make the pasta exactly as he wanted is just too sweet.

Watching Jimin eat that pasta – which looked delicious, I won’t lie – was more stressful than it should have been, hahahah.

Jungkook, you were right; WHO ended up being HUGE.

Wait, was Jungkook in the room when Jimin was asking if he should sleep with him and if he did, would he hit him again? Also, I still can’t figure out what Jungkook threw on Jimin’s bed.

Okay, the part where they start “wrestling” while brushing their teeth. Something that stands out about that moment is the silence and their expressions; it’s as if they were holding back from saying something. Yes, I know they had toothbrushes in their mouths, but something similar happened on the yacht. Also, it’s obvious they do those poses we’ve seen before, like when Jungkook carried Jimin during one of their rehearsals – I don’t know if you remember which one I’m talking about. That’s why Jimin looked so comfortable when he climbed onto Jungkook’s shoulders and why Jungkook knew exactly how to lift Jimin, and Jimin knew what to do to make it easier for Jungkook. I’d bet all the money I don’t have that they have a complex of Cirque du Soleil members or something, hahahah.

When Jungkook initially goes to Jimin’s room, he wasn’t wearing a microphone. When he appeared in the kitchen, he initially still didn’t have a microphone on, but after a few seconds, it appeared.

Jungkook really loves eating… junk food, hahahaha. Eating doughnuts in the morning is crazy, hahahaha.

Oh, Jungkook didn’t take off the microphone before getting into Jimin’s bed; he faked putting on the one that was on the bed. So, was that his microphone and did he leave it there the first time he went to Jimin’s room? Or was that Jimin’s microphone and he thought it was his? I’m confused.

I don’t want to analyse that moment, but I think I will analyse that moment in their bed. Bro, the way they did all that in silence, with only grunts heard, was intense. The way Jungkook adjusts Jimin’s leg to snuggle up to it is too much for my cold heart. The way Jimin seemed to want to climb on top of Jungkook or something similar and then they pretended to “wrestle” in bed or whatever that was, is too much.

Jungkook spanking Jimin is… bro. The way Jungkook then buried his face in Jimin’s back, making sure to be as close to him as possible is… oh, my crazy heart.

Saying almost immediately after waking up that they needed to buy a sponge to wash the dishes is perhaps the most domestic thing those two have said. My Latina mother would be proud of them, hahahah.

Oh wait, was that actually Jungkook’s microphone?! Then why was it already on Jimin’s bed when he came in the second time?

I LOVE, LOVE how relaxed Jimin and Jungkook were throughout the episode.

Jimin and Jungkook’s light-hearted bickering during the two episodes was delightful. I love seeing more of that side of their dynamic.

MY CONCLUSION ON THE SECOND EPISODE:

I loved the second episode, maybe even more than the first one.

Here, Jimin and Jungkook were more comfortable. It’s as if, after a few hours or a day, they fell into the comfort of their relationship and everything after that was easy. I think they finally got used to the cameras more than anything else.

So, this second episode was about Jimin and Jungkook being domestic. The episode was about them enjoying the tranquillity of their trip. The domesticity of their trip. The slow pace, basically. And I loved it.

I saw some comments from people saying they didn’t like it and even that the episodes were boring, and look, I respect those opinions, but I do wonder what they were expecting to see. The difference with this show compared to other BTS content we’re used to is that there are only 2 people. In BTS shows, when one isn’t doing something, the other four are either doing something crazy or saying something funny. Obviously, it’s different. Besides, I think this is how Jimin and Jungkook are in their normal lives. This is them being themselves. This is them on holiday, and I think that’s something we, as fans, should appreciate.

Jimin and Jungkook are chaotic but in a different way. They’re not chaotic in the sense of doing a thousand crazy things in different places, but rather doing a thousand things in one place. They’re more homebodies. They’ve said that many times. And I think we’ll see a lot of that.

I think I’ve said this in other posts, this show is Jimin and Jungkook genuinely on holiday, only this time they brought several cameras with them.

The most interesting moments certainly were something. I wonder what was cut in the editing room because there were obvious cuts in those moments.

Jungkook saying they should do many more seasons of this is a good testament to how much he enjoyed it. This was confirmed by the interview given by the show’s director.

I can’t wait to see the rest of the episodes. And I REALLY want to see the behind-the-scenes of these first two episodes.

If you’ve made it this far, I’m sorry and thank you—I just couldn’t stop writing ajajajajaja.

#jkk show #rosie's thoughts

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rwrbmovie · 1 year ago

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BTS of #RWRBMovie: making love – part 1: hands

via Watermark Online:

I watched this film with friends and during the love making scene, you show Alex slide his hand into Henry’s and they lock fingers. Then at the end you see Henry’s hand tense and Alex slides out. To me that was symbolism for the intercourse and everyone told me that I was reading too much into it. Was it your intention with cutting it like that? ML: Yeah, well look I didn’t film it with that intention. I was just getting shots, like what do you want to get? Should we get their hands? I remember on the day, we shot the hands on a different day than the actual scene in the hotel room because I was talking to my editor like a week or so later and she was just like, “I really wish I could have some shot with their hands because I would really like to get some close, close, close shots.” So we went and we did an afternoon a pickups for that and we had [Nicholas Galitzine, who plays Prince Henry]’s hand, and they were smart enough to give them a manicure that day [laughs], you know, I just remember working with our intimacy coordinator and we were like alright, run your hand up his forearm then take his hand. I was just narrating to them what they would do, and we did a number of those things and then we got into the edit and we pieced it together that way and then it became very intentional.

>> more bts posts on paris

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chaoticpuff17 · 3 months ago

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Treat Me So Well

yandere mafia Hoseok drabble

Part of a series of Drabbles starring yandere BTS x escort reader

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You fiddled with the chain that Hoseok had left on the night stand as the man himself got ready to head out for the day. You probably should have also been readying yourself to leave but had instead chosen to spend the earlier parts of the morning lazing in bed despite the fact that Hoseok had already left it. Your job was technically over. You knew for a fact that Hoseok had already wired over the money for your ‘services’, and you were free to go home whenever you liked so long as Jackson didn’t call with another appointment though it was always a possibility one of your other clients would contact you directly to set up a meeting.

Despite the fact that you didn’t have that many clients on your schedule, the few you did have kept you plenty busy. You never imagined that when you and your best friend started working for Jackson that it would turn into this. It had originally meant to be a side hustle to help put the both of you through school. Now it was a full time job that kept the both of you very busy and living a very good life. Despite the fact your client lists were short, every man on them paid very well.

You were on your back admiring how the diamonds in the chain sparkled in the light above you when Hoseok walked out of the bathroom buttoning his shirt.

“Sweetheart, have you seen my…” He paused without finishing the thought, catching sight of you wrapped up in the sheets with the very thing he was looking for dangling from your finger tips, a coy smile lifting the corners of your lips as you caught him staring.

“I was looking for that.”

“Then come and take it.”

He walked over, leaning down to place a slow kiss on your lips. “Do you like it?”

“It’s very pretty.”

“Keep it.” He straightened up, finishing doing up his buttons as he did.

You wrinkled your nose handing over the necklace. “It’s very pretty, but it’s not really my color. I’m a gold girly you know.”

Hoseok took the necklace from you, fastening it in place as you watched. “I’ll make sure to send you something in gold later.”

You laughed, sitting up- the sheet pooling around your waist as you did. “You always treat me so well.”

Hoseok reached over, running his hand through your loose hair. “Anything for you. When can I see you next?”

You hummed, thinking it over as you were unwilling to get up and retrieve your work phone from your bag to actually look at your appointments. “I should have an opening later in the week.”

“Nothing sooner?” he asked, pulling on your hair slightly. “I don’t know if I can wait that long.”

“I’m a very busy lady.” you responded, rising onto your knees so that you were tall enough to drape your arms over his shoulders linking your hands behind his neck. “I have places to be, people to see.”

Hoseok leaned closer, brushing his nose against yours. “Too busy for me?”

“Never too busy for you.” you responded with a purr, kissing him softly.

“Put me down for the slot later this week.” he sighed, breaking away from you. “The money for last night should already be in your account.” you hummed in agreement, flopping back to lie against the pillows again, and he followed you down, attacking your neck with a flurry of kisses. “Be good till I see you again.” he murmured against your skin.

“I always am.”

You stayed in bed, watching as Hoseok left and trying to find the motivation to leave yourself. That motivation eventually came in the sound of an insistent buzzing coming from the direction of your purse.

With a groan, you got up plucking your phone out and seeing a missed call and several texts coming through all from the same man with instructions for your date the following evening and the self-care he wanted you to do before then.

You were looking over the instructions and beginning to book the blow out and facial for later in the afternoon when your phone started ringing again.

“Hello, Tae.”

“Jagi.” his smooth deep voice carried over the line. “I can’t wait to see you tonight.”

“You’ll have to. I have beauty appointments to keep, ones I should be getting ready to go for.”

“Where are you right now?”

You sighed, already aware of his possessive tendencies. He liked to know that you were safe between meetings, often making sure that you got where you needed to be safely. “I’m getting ready to head home.”

“Text me the address. I’ll send a car for you.”

You laughed, grinning as you began to gather your scattered clothes from around the room. “You always treat me so well.”

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spiceofvy · 9 months ago

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ur pegging headcannons are so good omg, can you do more for bts but with overstimulation???

BTS - Overstimulation

cw: gender neutral reader, nsfw, sub-ish!reader, overstimulation (accidental and on purpose), mentions of degradation (seokjin), oral (reader receiving) (yoongi, taehyung, jungkook), mentions of toys (hoseok), mentions of bondage (hoseok), mentions of fingering (hoseok, taehyung), mentions of reader being penetrated (jimin, taehyung, jungkook)

Seokjin: Switches blindly between praising and degrading you during it. It's almost as if you are having sex with two people at the same time. Laughs when you whine about it being too sensitive to keep going. But turns really sweat during your last orgasm. Turning you into mush. Softest aftercare possible afterwards.

Yoongi: Doesn't always do it on purpose, it just happens when the two of you are at it. He just really really likes to give you head. He enjoys it almost more than you pleasuring him. He loves feeling you cum on his tongue, how you hold onto him tightly enjoying the pitch of your voice rising as he brings you close to an orgasm. And no, he is never satisfied with just one orgasm.

Hoseok: He is definitely a bit mean about it. He just loves watching you fall apart under his ministrations, smiling menacingly as he watches you wither and fall apart. Loves using his fingers or toys on you. Likes to keep it slow, overstimulating you one orgasm after another. He is also the most likely to tie you up with a toy.

Namjoon: It's honestly one of his favorite things to do with you. There is just so much trust involved when you let him decide if you can come one more time or not. is really nice about it though , praises you the whole time and tries to spread the points of stimulation so he rubs nothing raw or hurts you. Very sweet during aftercare too.

Jimin: Mostly does it by accident. He slowly fucks you while cuddling you, and then again and again. He just can't stop, he wants to but you just feel so good. While he pulls you tightly to his chest, whispering praise into your ear. Asking you to give him just one more. So in the end it's not you completely overstimulated but also himself.

Taehyung: Overstimulates you deliberately and in a very planned out way. Uses his pretty fingers on you a lot, leading you to your first orgasm slow and carefully. And then fucks you afterwards, smiling at how sensitive you already are after your first orgasm. Doesn't use a ton of toys. Always makes sure that your last orgasm is on his tongue.

Jungkook: Not only overstimulates you but also himself. He just loves fucking you so much that he can't bring himself to stop after cumming. He keeps pushing himself to keep running into you, whining softly wanting to keep going. Also really likes to eat his cum out of you, making you cum at least one more time.

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Love You

Pairing- Jungkook x Named Reader

Word count- 4.8k

Includes- Porn viewing, doing what porn is doing, brief fingering, brief blow job, pussy eating, cum eating, sex, missionary, from behind, cock riding, multiple orgasms, fluff

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Jungkook POV

“Hey Kookie what are you….oh shit”, Joanne exclaims walking into my room

“Shit”, I mutter as I pause and try to turn the porn I’m watching off

Of course she has to catch me

Jimin’s best friend and the fucking girl I love

“Don’t turn it off Kookie”

My head snaps up to her, “What?”

“Oh c'mon”, she laughs, “Everyone watches porn. You don’t have to be embarrassed”

Uh what now?

“I don’t?”, I ask

“No Kookie. You can keep it on. It doesn’t bother me”

What planet am I on?

Most girls don’t like catching guys watching porn

And I didn’t think that many girls watch porn either

“You uh, watch porn?”, I ask

Then immediately regret it

Why am I asking this?

She’s going to think I’m a nympho

“Well yeah. Not so much when I have a boyfriend but when I don’t, I watch it a lot more”

What the hell?

Am I dreaming?

Did she just say she watches porn…a lot?

“Lemme see what your watching”

My mouth drops

Is she serious?

“Rrrr…rrr….really?”, I stammer

Fucking get it together Jungkook

“Yea. I’ll watch with you. Unless it makes you uncomfotable, then I’ll leave”, she shrugs

What the hell do I do?

I want her to stay but should I watch porn with her?

I’m just going to be thinking about her, wishing I could be with her

But the alternative is me watching it alone and she’s not here

And I want her here

“Uh ok. It doesn’t bother me if you stay”

She smiles, “Ok then play it”

This is so fucking weird

She sits on my bed and motions for me to play it

I sit next to her and unpause the tv

The video plays

The video is a close up of a guy eating out a girl

The moaning is loud and I’m still worried she thinks I’m gross for watching this

I glance at her

She looks at me and smirks

“So who do you wanna eat out like that?”

I feel my face burn

I can’t say her

I just shrug, “No one. It just popped up and I clicked on it”

She shrugs too and turns back to the tv

We watch in silence

The moaning and screaming gets louder when the girl orgasms

“Damn”, she comments

“Huh?”, I say absentmindedly

“Looks like it was really good for her.”

“Oh…uh yeah”, I mutter

“Lucky. I miss that”

My gaze snaps to her, “What?”

God why do I have to sound so stupid around her all the time

“That”, she gestures to the video, “You know sex, oral, orgasms. I miss it”

“But don’t you…uh…when you watch…”, I stop

Why am I asking this?

More stupid questions she probably doesn’t want to answer

“Well yeah. But it’s different with an actual tongue. That’s way better”

Holy shit, “Oh uh yeah”

“Watching this makes me wish I had a boyfriend”, she sighs, shrugging, “I guess I’ll go”

I don’t want her to

“I’ll eat you out”, I say

Then mentally slap myself. Why? Why does my mouth just fucking run? Why doesn’t my brain stop me?

“You will?”, she asks, surprised

Fuck

Might as well go all the way

“Uh yeah. I…can do it like the video….I can make you cum.”

I’m terrified of her answer

I’m scared she’ll laugh at me or she’ll think I’m joking

“You uh, you don’t have to”, she mutters

“I want to”

Shut up!

God shut up!

I need to stop talking

“You do?”, she asks looking at me with wide eyes

I nod

She tilts her head, looking at me

“Ok”, she says softly

I blink

Ok?

She said ok?

She wants me to do this?

“Ok”, I repeat stupidly

“Yeah. If you want to. Ok.”

I want to so much but I’m so scared

I don’t have much experience with girls

“Ok”, I answer, “Uh should I play the video so I can do what he does?”

“Oh. Uh if you want to. It doesn’t bother me”

I nod, “Ok”

This is so awkward

“Kookie”, she calls me

I look over at her

She smiles and takes my hand

Fuck it, I’m going for it

Leaning closer to her, I press my lips to hers

Electricity fires through my body

Jesus, I never felt this way kissing someone

I’m so surprised when she kisses me back, her arms going around my neck

The kiss gets more heated when I slip my tongue in her mouth

I’m scared she’ll pull away but instead she slides her tongue in mine too

Holy shit, it feels so good

Still kissing her, I gently push her back on my bed

She still has her hands around my neck, pulling me on top of her

God yes

I’ve wanted her for so long

Touching her body as I kiss her, makes her moan

Holy fuck, it turns me on so much

When I sit up, I move my hands down to her pants

Looking up at her, she nods

I’m so fucking nervous I manage to pull her pants and panites off without making a fool of myself

Touching her legs, I slowly open them

When I look at her pussy, I suck in a breath

She’s already so wet

And its so weird to think but her pussy is pretty

I’ve watched alot of porn and I’ve seen a lot of pussies

But hers is the prettiest

Looking at her, she’s looking at me biting her lip

So fucking hot

She takes my hand again but this time she puts it on her

“Touch me Kookie”

“Fuck”, I whimper

Moving my fingers, I slide all over her, playing with her clit and making her moan loudly

Yes, fuck yes

Moving down, I slide my fingers inside her

“Shit”, she moans

Fuck me, she’s so wet and fucking warm

I start to move my fingers, in and out

“Oh god”, she whimpers, “Kookie, fuck, I want your tongue”

Oh my god

She…she wants…

“Please Kookie. I want your tongue on me so bad”

Holy crap, she wants me

I’m so fucking happy

Using my other hand, I play the video

Taking my fingers out, I bend down, lay my tongue on her and lick

“Fuck!”, she yells

Fuck, she tastes good

Laying down, I lick her over and over

She’s so wet so my tongue slides on her easily

Glancing at the video, I copy what the person on it is doing

Swirling my tongue around her, she moans loudly

God, I love hearing her sounds

The guy on the video starts licking the girl’s clit

I slide my tongue up, then glide my tongue on her clit

“Fuck yes Kookie. Don’t stop”, she asks

Opening her more, looking down seeing her clit more clearly

I move my tongue on it faster, massaging her

I love the feel of it on my tongue

It’s a little bump that feels a little hard against my tongue

I feel it rubbing against my tongue as I lick her

She buries her hands in my hair, holding on

I glance at the video again and copy what I see

Taking her clit in my mouth, I suck on her

“Jungkook! Fuck!”, she shouts, her hips snapping up into my face

God, yes, fuck, yes

“Don’t stop”, I moan

I let go of her clit, licking her all over again

“No Kookie, go back baby!, Please”, she moans

I want her to feel good, so I do what she asks

Also, I love her clit in my mouth so I don’t have a problem with that

Alternating between sucking and licking her clit, makes her moan loudly

“Kookie, oh fuck, Kookie, don’t stop, Fuck”

Sucking harder and faster, her legs start shaking hard

“Kookie, Kookie, JUNGKOOK!”, she screams when she finally cums

I want to taste her, so I move my tongue down and lick

“Oh my god”, I groan, “Oh my god”

“Wwww, wwha-”

“You taste so good Joanne. Fuck me”, I moan, still licking her

“Kookie, you’re gonna make me-”

“Good”, I cut her off, “I want it”

I keep going, giving her as much pleasure as I can

“Shit!”, she cries

She pulls my hair, fucking my mouth

I fucking love it

I never thought I’d love eating a girl out as much as I love eating her out

She’s so into it which boosts my confidence so high

“C'mon baby”, I moan, “Please”

“Jungkook!”, she shouts, coming again, giving me what I want

When I get everything, I move away

She grabs the front of my shirt, pulling me down on top of her, her lips on mine in a second

I kiss her back, happy she wants to kiss me

“I can make you feel good too Kookie”, she whispers in my ear

I know she can

But I don’t want a blow job

I want her

To be inside her

To feel her around me

“Uh Jo, I uh…”, I trail off

“Tell me Kookie. I’ll do what you want”

Fuck

She will?

But I don’t know if she’ll want sex

“I uh, want you”

She giggles, “I want you too Kookie”

“No Jo”, I say softly, moving back and looking at her “I want to be with you. I want to be inside”

She smiles, her hand reaching up, touching my face

“I know Kookie. I want to be with you too. I know what you meant”

“Yeah? You’re ok with…uh….”

“Sex? Yeah I more than ok with having sex with you”, she answers

I feel myself turn red

“Have you ever-”, she starts

“Yeah a few times. I uh don’t know if it’s gonna suck though”

That’s what I’m terrified of

I want her so much but I’m scared she won’t like it

“It’s not gonna suck Kookie. You’re the golden maknae remember? You’re good at everything”, she smiles

“I…uh…”, I don’t really know what to say

I am good at a lot of things but this….this is different

“Don’t worry Kookie ok? Just feel and do what feels right to you. I can almost guarantee that it’s gonna be amazing”

Damn, she has a lot of faith in me

“Kiss me Kookie”, she asks

I press my lips to hers, kissing her

She slides her tongue in mine and I get so turned on

I pull her up against me, touching her body

I feel her hands on my shirt, pulling it up

I put her back down and she takes my shirt off

Then she reaches for my pants pulling them down

I stand up to take them off and when I look back at her, she’s at the edge of the bed, on her knees

“Holy shit Jungkook”, she gasps

Uh what?

What’s wrong?

She takes my hand, pulling me in front of her

She looks at me, then kisses me again

While we kiss, I pull her shirt up and off, then take off her bra

I’m so proud of myself for not being a fool while unclasping her bra

“Kookie”, she whispers, her hands all over my back, arms and neck

“You’re so fucking hot Kookie. You’re making me so wet”

Oh my god!

Me?

She thinks I’m hot?

I can’t wrap my head around it

She kisses my neck and I feel her lips move down

She kisses my chest, moving slowly down

Fuck, it feels so good

I can’t believe it’s her kissing me When she gets to my stomach, I feel her lips and tongue against my skin

“Fuck”, I moan, loving every second of her kisses

Her hands hook into my boxers, pulling them down slowly as she kisses further down

The second my cock is out of my boxers, I feel something wet on me

When I look down, I almost pass out

She has all of me in her mouth and is sucking

I feel her tongue slide up me while I’m in her mouth

“Oh god!”, I moan

She moves, keeping my head in her mouth and sucking hard and fast

“Joanne fuck baby, shit”

I see her smirk around my cock

God dammit it’s so fucking sexy

I need to get her off

I’m gonna cum and I don’t know if I could get hard again after

I gently pull her off, pulling her up to me, kissing her hard

Maneuvering her, I push her down on the many pillows I have on my bed

I love pillows but right now there’s too much on the fucking bed

Her legs wrap around me and I slide inside her immediately

“Oh my god!”, she yells just as I yell, “Yes fuck baby yes!”

I start thrusting hard in her, making her moan immediately and pleasure running through my veins

As in move, I push some pillows off my bed to make room

“Jungkook oh my god, you feel, so fucking good baby”, she screams

Me?

Not anywhere near as good as she feels

“No baby you feel amazing”, I tell her

I grab her, still fucking her hard while I move her on my bed on her back, pushing the rest of my pillows off the bed

“Baby’s so fucking tight, so wet, I love it”, I praise her

“Jungkook, I can’t take it”, she cries

“Can’t take what baby?”, I ask

I hope she doesn’t want me to stop

I will but I don’t want to

Not at all

“I can’t Kookie. I can’t take it, you feel fucking amazing Jungkook. You’re fucking me so good”, she yells

Oh my god

Is she for real?

“Yeah baby?”, I ask, not believing that she’s saying these things to me

“Yes Jungkook! No one has fucked me like you. Don’t stop! Please don’t stop”

“I won’t baby. I won’t”, I promise

I pound harder and faster listening to her screams

I put my arm around her back, lifting her and holding her to me by her ass while her arms are around my neck, clinging to me tightly

Her legs are wrapped around me tightly and I lean on the bed on one arm, slamming her as hard as I can

I’ve never had a girl react to me like this

Not even that one ARMY that was obsessed with me

She tricked me, played me into thinking she didn’t know who I was and I fell for it

She was insane but even she didn’t react like Joanne is

Like I’m the only thing that can make her feel good

Like I’m the only one she ever wants

“Jungkook, Jungkook!”, she screams, holding on to me tightly, coming on me

The feeling of her coming is so fucking incredible and the pleasure is overwhelming

“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!”, I cry, just from feeling her

My arm starts shaking and I can’t hold us up anymore

I fall, landing on top of her

I’m worried I hurt her but she just keeps moaning, still holding on to me

“More Kookie. I need more of you baby”, she whines

This girl is amazing

I never felt this wanted before

All she wants is me

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love it

“Kookie, I want you”, she whimpers, “Please Kookie”

“Yeah Jo, you can have me anytime”, I answer

I start moving again, slowly but really hard

“Yes Kookie, fuck I love it”, she cries

She clenches me and doesn’t let go

Jesus Christ, it feels so good going through her tightness

I put my forehead on hers while I move

I feel her lips give me a quick kiss before she starts moaning again

I need her

I don’t want to be with anyone else but her

“Please”, I moan

“Pppp….please what Kookie?”, she stutters, her hands gripping my upper arms tightly

“Please….can your pussy be mine?”

“Wha?”

“Can I be the only one you let in?”, I moan, “I want to be the only one that goes inside. I want to be the only one that makes you scream, makes you cum. I promise I’ll make you feel good anytime you want.”

I want to be the only one she has sex with

I want my name to be the only one she screams

I’m too scared to tell her I love her

This is the next best thing while I work up my courage to tell her eventually

“Kookie”, she whimpers

“Please don’t let anyone in. Just me”, I beg

“Yes Kookie. Just you. I…I promise it’s just you that…that…fuck….that can…..come in”, she pants

“You promise?”

“Yes Kookie, I promise”, she groans

“Ok baby. I promise you’re the only one who can have me, ok? I just want you to have me”

“Ok Kookie, yes baby”

Yes, thank god

“Can you cum for me Jo? I love feeling you cum on me. It’s the best thing in the world”

“Fuck”, she moans

“Please”, I plead

“Yeah Jungkook, yeah, oh my god yes”, she shouts

Her body arches off the bed into mine, her pussy pulling on me so hard as she explodes

I need to get out or I’m gonna cum

When I pull out, she immediately pleads, “No Kookie, no, come back”

“I am baby, I am”, I assure her as I turn her over

She moves on her hands and knees as I bury myself in her again

“Jungkook, oh fuck”, she moans

Grabbing her hips, I hold her still while I pound away, hard and fast

“God Jo, you feel so fucking good”, I yell

She starts moving, sliding on and off my cock, making everything even better

I feel her getting ready again and I want it so much

“Give me baby”, I whine

Thrusting hard, she screams, orgasming again

Fuck fuck, I’m gonna cum

“Baby, I wanna cum inside. Jo, I want to cum inside!”, I beg

“Yes Kookie, do it, I want you too”

Sheer pleasure bursts through me when I finally cum

My mind shuts off and I just feel

When I pull out, she lays down on her stomach, breathing hard

I still want to be near her, so I lay down next to her, my head on her shoulder blade, fingers running all over her skin

“Kookie”, she whispers, moving closer to me

She takes my hand, pulling my arm around her

I feel her kiss my hand and my fingers

Oh my god, I love her so much

She laces her fingers with mine, just holding my hand

After a few minutes, I hear her breathing evenly

She fell asleep

I’m actually happy that she fell asleep in my arms, it’s something I’ve wanted to do with her for a long time

I kiss her shoulder, then lay back down, closing my eyes

🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰

3 months later

Jungkook POV

Her pussy slides along my tongue and I moan

Her legs are on either side of my head and she’s riding my tongue

I fucking love it

I love letting her use my tongue to make herself cum

She’s sliding up and down, slowly, her hands in my hair, pulling, while mine are gripping her hips tightly

Ever since that first time, she and I have sex everyday

More than once

I always find the time for her

And I’ve gotten so good at making her cum so much

She kept her promise and doesn’t let anyone but me in her, doesn’t let anyone lick her but me

And I’m not with anyone else either

I can’t look at another girl anymore

I’m so much more in love with her than before

And she still doesn’t know

Her legs start shaking as she cums

“Kookie, oh Kookie”

Holding her on my mouth, I lick her cum and her pussy over and over

I love the way she tastes

And I get to taste her everyday

“Jungkook”, she cries, coming again

“Mmmmm”, I moan

When she finished, I move my mouth off her

She looks down at me

I just smile at her, then kiss her inner thigh

“Please baby”, I ask her

She smiles then moves slowly, sliding down my cock

“Fuck”, I moan, feeling her drench my cock

She slowly starts bouncing on me, pussy holding me tight while I watch her

“My Kookie likes getting his cock ridden huh?”, she smirks

“Yeah baby but only by you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah baby”, I affirm, “My baby knows what I like and how I like it”

“I do baby boy. I’ll always give it to you how you like it. I love riding you Kookie"

Love for her floods my body and takes over

“Fuck Jo, I love you so much, I can’t take it. I’m just so in love with you baby”

She stops moving

What?

When I look at her, she’s staring at me with her mouth open in shock

What happened?

Then my brain catches up to what I said and I’m fucking horrified

Oh no no no

God I’m so fucking stupid

My dumb mouth had to run

I’m so scared of what she’s going to say

“Do you really Jungkook?”, she asks

Fuck

What do I say?

I can’t take it back now

So I’ll just admit it and expect the worst

I sit up with her in my lap and move back until my back hits the headboard

“Yeah Joanne. I’m really in love with you”, I answer, looking away from her

I can’t look her in the eyes when she rejects me

She touches my face, moving me until I’m looking at her

She leans closer and kisses me, her arms wrapping around my neck

And I can’t fucking stop myself, I put my arms around her, kissing her back

She breaks the kiss and looks at me

“I love you Jungkook. I was waiting for you for a long time”, she says

I…what?

She was waiting for me?

How?

What?

“You were waiting for me?”, I ask, dumbfounded

“Yeah Kookie. I’ve loved you for a long time. I just thought that with you being an idol and being around all these gorgeous idols and ARMYS, you’d never want me. For sex yeah but not to be with”

She’s crazy

Completely crazy

She doesn’t think I’d want her?

Has she seen herself?

“Joanne, you’re insane”

She tilts her head, looking at me confused

“Of course I want you. You are the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen. I don’t care about other beautiful girls, they’re not you. I haven’t been able to look at another girl since I fell in love with you. They do nothing for me. You actually ruined all other girls for me. None come even close compared to you.”

She’s so adorable, staring at me with her mouth hanging you laugh and smile

“I just want to love you. Can you let me? Can you please finally be mine?”

She nods rights away, “Yeah Kookie, I want all those things. I want to spend all my time with you too. I want to see your smile Kookie, everyday. You’re smile is my favorite thing in the world. You make me happy Kookie. I want to make you happy”

She’s honestly the best

This is why I love her

She’s the sweetest, most loving person I ever met

And she’s mine now

“You do make me happy Jo, so don’t worry about that. Just seeing you makes me happy. I love you”

“I love you Jungkook”, she says smiling widely

I pull her to me, crashing my lips to hers in a fiery kiss

I love the way her hands go in my hair, pulling

She moves her hands down my neck, then touches all over my body

Feeling her hands on my skin makes me hard again

I lift her up a little, sliding her back on my cock

She moans, getting wet and tight on me immediately

She slides her arms around my neck, holding on and starts moving, bouncing on me, making pleasure burst all over me

I slide my hand in her hair, pulling her head back and peppering kisses all over her neck

Her hands grab my upper arms, squeezing tightly

I start sucking and licking on a spot on her neck, listening to her gasp

“Can I?”, I ask

“Yes. Don’t stop”, she moans

Going back, I suck hard on her skin, leaving a dark mark on her

“More Jungkook, more”, she pleads

She wants more so I’m gonna give her more

I suck and lick all over her neck, moving down to her chest

She’s fucking me hard, her hands going crazy on my body

Moving to the tops of her breasts, I keep leaving marks all over her

It turns me on to see them on her

It fucking really turns me on that she wants them there

Pulling her back more, I lift her breast up and suck on her nipple

I moan feeling her get more soaked than before

I need her orgasm now

Thrusting up, I slam into her, still on her nipple

“Jungkook!”, she screams

I love the feeling of her pussy squeezing my cock when she cums

“Good girl”, I groan, “More baby. I want more”

I slide down the bed, laying down again

She leans forward, her hands on the wall as she pounds herself on my cock

I love watching her pussy fuck me

She always leaves my cock so wet and I love seeing it on me

“Jungkook”, she pants

“Yeah baby. Fuck my cock baby. Harder”

She slams down harder, her wetness running down me

“C'mon baby. Cum on my cock. I wanna watch you. I wanna see your cum on me”, I moan

She shouts, slamming down again, coming all over me

I watch her body shake on me, watch the sweat roll down her body, listen to her screams

I watch her still moving on me, seeing her cum cover my cock

Fuck, that gets me off

I grab her hips, thrusting up into her, hard and fast

“Fuck Jungkook, yes yes”

“You’re gonna cum now baby. I need it now. Right now”, I shout

“Yes!”, she cries as I feel her tightening hard while she orgasms

Pushing me over the edge, I slam her down, holding her on my cock, releasing inside her

My body trembles a little and I fucking love it

That’s only ever happened with her and that makes me happy

She lays on top of me, her head under my chin

I wrap my arms around her, holding her tight

“I love you”, I say, kissing her forehead

“I love you Kookie”

“You’re gonna come with me to record right?”, I ask

“If you want me to”

“I do baby. I want you with me all the time”, I answer

“I’ll come Kookie. I want to be with you too.”

I love hearing her say that

“When do we have to go?”, she asks

I glance at the clock, “We have half an hour”

“Oh ok”, she says starting to get up

“No baby don’t get up yet. I wanna hold you for a little more”

She smiles at me, then settles back on my chest

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

I walk into the recording studio with Joanne, holding her hand

All the guys are there waiting

“About time”, Yoongi rolls his eyes

“Uh what’s going on?”, Jimin asks

“Why are you holding hands?”, Tae questions

“Because she’s my girlfriend”, I answer, smiling

“What? You never told me you like her!”, Jimin exclaimed

He turns to her, “You never told me you like him!”

“That’s because I don’t like her. I love her”, I clarify

“What?”, Jimin yelps

“I love her. She loves me. She’s my girlfriend. I’m her boyfriend. We’re together. It’s not that hard to understand”

Jimin glares at me, “Don’t be an ass, I’m just surprised”

I shrug

“Be nice Kookie”, she says softly

I look at her, seeing her smile at me

Leaning down I kiss her

“Ok baby. I’ll be nice”

“Holy shit he’s whipped!”, Hobi laughs

“Yeah I am. So what?”, I answer

“Nothing. I just never thought I’d ever see you like this. You don’t listen to anyone”

“I listen to her. Just her. So don’t think I’m going to start listening to you. Not happening”, I snap

Hobi just shrugs

“Ok ok. You’re together, fine. Get the headphones on and start singing”, Namjoon rolls his eyes

“Fine”

I turn to her and kiss her again

“Go Kookie. I want to hear you’re beautiful voice”

I nod, letting go of her and walking to the mic

As I sing, I look at her

She’s watching me, smiling a huge smile at me

As I see her smile, I know I’m the luckiest guy in the world

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