#yoongi wearing a face mask to breakfast

[notsoguiltykpop]

yooo bro answering these messages got me feeling like it’s 2018 again--

I just wrote part one of the time skip. (AKA Part 22 of TTF)

...Anyone up for a spontaneous Tenth Floor update soon?

[hamsterclaw]

Soft

Jungkook doesn't think of himself as being overly emotional. Why does everyone keep telling him he wears his heart on his sleeve?

Pairing: Jungkook x F!reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: Non-idol AU, smut, angst

Word count: 5.7k

Warnings: Sexually explicit scenes, explicit language, non-graphic murder investigation and morgue scenes.

Dear reader, this is the third part of a trilogy set in the same AU. The first part, Rage, features Jimin and the second part, Duplicity, features Yoongi. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Jungkook doesn’t think of himself as being overly emotional.

Sure, he gets a little teary watching Christmas ads, reality talent shows, romantic comedies, and most things he watches on TV.

That doesn’t mean he’s emotional. What’s wrong with being emotional anyway?

Having emotions doesn’t stop him from doing his job.

His partner, Park Jimin, sighs. ‘What’s wrong, JK?’

He’s using his exasperated voice. Jungkook hates it.

‘I’m fine,’ Jungkook insists, tetchy. His new eyebrow piercing itches a little. He reaches up and scratches around it.

Jimin glances at him. ‘Your piercing looks good.’

Jungkook nods, pretending like he’s not thrilled at the compliment. Jimin’s got the best style out of everyone he knows. A compliment from him, especially on his appearance, really means something to Jungkook.

Jimin stretches. ‘I think we’d better call it.’

Jungkook’s glad. He really needs to pee, and sitting here, being still, means his thoughts have wandered to Jura, his most recent ex. He’s still cut up over the breakup. He hadn’t seen it coming. She’d said he was ‘too emotional.’

Jimin’s looking at him again. ‘How are you holding up, JK?’ he asks.

Jungkook wants to tell him the truth but he doesn’t want Jimin to think he’s emotional too. ‘Fine,’ Jungkook says.

Jimin starts the engine. ‘Did you know, I went out for dinner with Yoongi the other day. He told me about this woman he used to love. He saved her life, almost got himself killed. Now she’s married to someone else.’

‘What I’m trying to tell you, Jungkook, is that we all get burned. If it can happen to Min Yoongi, it can happen to all of us.’

Jungkook wants to give Jimin a hug, but he holds himself back.

‘Thanks, hyung,’ he says.

Jimin glances at him in the rearview mirror. ‘I can pull over at the drive thru if you can’t hold it.’

Jungkook starts to protest, but the warning alarms from his bladder are too strong.

‘Thanks,’ he says.

Jimin shakes his head. ‘I told you not to finish all that water,’ he says. There’s no heat in his voice, though, and for that Jungkook is glad.

***

Jungkook unwraps a mint and pops it into his mouth. He takes a few deep breaths, wanting to load his lungs with fresh air before descending into the depths of his least favourite place in the world.

The morgue.

Attending post-mortems is something that was not advertised when he started training to be a cop. He knows not everyone has to attend post-mortems, but his direct superior, Yoongi, is a stickler for detail, and has a firm belief in getting information firsthand.

Sometimes, Jungkook wishes he could send Yoongi to the morgue.

He blinks away his disloyal thoughts, because he’s worried Yoongi might find out about them somehow and punish him for them. Probably with more trips to the morgue.

Jungkook peers through the porthole in the door and pushes in. As usual, the drop in temperature and the sickeningly sweet smell in the air make him shiver.

You look his way. ‘Oh. It’s vomit boy.’

You’re referring to one time when Jungkook had rather unfortunately vomited on the medical examiner. He’d had eggs for breakfast.

Jungkook bristles, but doesn’t have time to say anything before you step forward and touch his arm.

‘I’m just teasing,’ you say, looking up at him. You hand him an FFP3 mask to replace his surgical mask. ‘Keeps the smell out better,’ you tell him.

Jungkook accepts, slipping the mask onto his face.

‘The medical examiner will be here soon,’ you say.

Jungkook watches as you busy yourself with setting up a number of trays with instruments, plugging in a mean looking saw and logging onto a laptop.

It takes a second for Jungkook to realise you’re speaking to him through your mask. ‘I used to feel sick too,’ you tell him. ‘I never eat before a post-mortem.’

‘The docs have it easy. It’s the techs who have to clean up after.’

You look at him, and Jungkook senses you’re smiling under your mask. You have pretty eyes. They crinkle up at the corners. He wonders what the rest of your face is like.

Jungkook’s trying to think of something to say when the medical examiner arrives. She nods at the tech and at Jungkook briskly.

Jungkook spends the rest of the time breathing through his mouth and concentrating on not being sick.

He’s finally out, trying to remember where he parked his car when he hears someone call out. ‘Hey, vomit boy.’

Jungkook looks at you.

You’re leaning against a pillar at the main entrance of the hospital. Your mask is off, and he can see the rest of your face is as pretty as your eyes. Is that a glint of silver in your nose?

Shit. You’re pretty.

Jungkook reminds himself that he’s pretty too.

‘My name’s Jungkook,’ he tells you.

‘Y/N,’ you say. ‘I’d shake your hand but you probably don’t want to touch me right now.’

Jungkook wants to say he’ll happily touch you but his external filter kicks in just in time to tell him how inappropriate that would be.

‘I’ll make sure the doc emails you the report from today,’ you tell him. You push off the pillar. ‘I’d better get back and clean up. I just needed some air.’

‘Thanks,’ Jungkook says, belatedly. You’re already walking off. He stares at you for a moment before he realises you can probably see him reflected in the glass double doors at the main entrance, gaping at you.

He turns away hurriedly, nearly tripping over. He thinks he can hear you laugh, but he doesn’t dare turn back.

***

Jungkook’s at the gym near his apartment after work. His trainer cancelled at the last minute, so he’s just going through the motions until he’s done enough time to be able to leave with a clear conscience.

He’s lifting weights when a towel floats down in front of him.

A woman dressed in shorts and a crop top laughs and says, ‘sorry!’, bending over in front of him to pick it up.

Jungkook politely averts his eyes.

He’s doing squats when a steel bottle rolls over, hitting his foot. Jungkook picks it up and looks around for the owner.

The same woman jogs over. ‘God, I’m so clumsy,’ she says, smiling at him breathlessly.

‘It’s ok,’ says Jungkook.

Her eyes rove over his thighs.

Jungkook knows what this is about. She probably wants tips, advice. His thighs have been looking good lately. Even Jura had noticed.

‘I’m Lina,’ she says.

‘Jungkook,’ he replies.

‘Can I –‘

Jungkook doesn’t let her finish her sentence. ‘Sure,’ he says. He takes the phone she hands him, typing the number of his personal trainer.

‘See ya later,’ he says, smiling at her politely as he hands her back the phone.

He glances at the clock. Finally. Time to go home.

***

It’s a serial killer. Jungkook’s case is heating up.

There’s a recognisable MO, a sickening pattern. He’s suited up at another crime scene, ticking off the similarities in his head.

Victim, woman in her twenties, living alone. Tick.

Brunette, attractive. Tick.

Strangulation with her own scarf. Tick.

He looks at the pair of sneakers by the entryway. They look pristine. Not an outdoors runner. Gym goer?

He makes a mental note to check gym memberships.

Jungkook hates murders. He especially hates murders of young, beautiful women. There’s always a shit-ton of media attention, as though murders of non-attractive people are less worthy of coverage.

He hates the way the media vultures pick through social media profiles of victims, publishing photos that paint the victims a certain way.

Attended a pool party in a barely-there bikini two years ago. Bitch deserved to die.

He hates the misogynistic subtext of it.

Jimin taps his shoulder. ‘We’ve got witness interviews to conduct. I think we’ve seen all we need to see. ‘

Jungkook agrees.

Jungkook interviews a couple of relatives of the latest victim with Jimin.

Because of the pattern of escalation, the medical examiner’s been called in to put a rush on the post-mortem, which is why he’s at the morgue at 2am.

Jungkook’s watching as a half-asleep you shuffles down the corridor to unlock the door to the room.

‘Hey vomit boy,’ you say. You give him a sleepy smile. ‘The medical examiner is half an hour out, why don’t you get yourself a coffee?’

‘Do you drink coffee? I’ll grab you a cup,’ Jungkook offers.

You look surprised by his offer. ‘Oh sure, that’s kind of you,’ you say.

When Jungkook gets back, coffees in hand, you’re moving the body onto the steel trolley. You’ve got half of the body on, and are struggling with the rest of it when Jungkook asks, tentatively, ‘need a hand?’

‘Don’t worry,’ you say, waving him away. ‘I know it makes you feel sick.’

‘I don’t mind the beginning. I don’t like the stomach contents bit,’ Jungkook admits. He doffs his coat and helps you with the transfer.

He watches as you go through your usual routine of preparing instruments and logging on.

When you’re done, you take the coffee he passes you.

‘Thanks for your help,’ you say.

Jungkook’s glad his strength is good for something. ‘I work out,’ he says. He'd meant it to be matter of fact, but he sounds a little cocky.

You smile up at him, tolerantly. ‘You look like you do,’ you say.

Jungkook resists the urge to flex.

He’s been good-looking all his life. He knows how to toe the line between cocky and douchey. Doesn’t he?

‘Do you have a lot of piercings?’ you ask. It seems an innocent enough question, and you look up at him like you’re genuinely interested in the answer.

‘Only above the shoulders,’ Jungkook says. He’s been asked this before. He doesn’t want anyone expecting his dick to be pierced when he gets naked with them, and being disappointed that it isn’t.

You nod, finishing off your coffee and tossing the cup in the trash.

Jungkook straightens up as the medical examiner arrives. She nods in greeting, and gets started, without further preamble.

2am has a way of cutting out the bullshit.

***

Jungkook’s stopped by the supermarket on Saturday morning – he’s resisted shopping because it reminds him of shopping with Jura, but there’s only so long he can subsist on ramen.

He’s deciding between a breakfast cereal that he likes and one that’s actually good for him when he hears a deep voice he’d know anywhere.

He looks up to see Min fucking Yoongi pushing a shopping cart, accompanied by a gorgeous woman and a young child.

Yoongi raises an eyebrow in greeting when he sees him. ‘Hey, Jungkook.’

‘Hey, Yoongi,’ Jungkook returns. He smiles at the woman and the young girl.

‘Which cereal do you want, Mara?’ Yoongi asks.

Mara points to the cereal Jungkook wanted. ‘That one.’

Jungkook picks up a box and passes it to her. ‘I like that one too,’ he says.

‘I like the marshmallows,’ offers Mara.

‘You only have it sometimes, not every day,’ the woman says, like Jungkook would judge her parenting.

Jungkook watches as the woman slides her arm around Yoongi’s waist and he leans into her. The ease they have with each other, the affectionate smile on Yoongi’s face, makes Jungkook feel warm inside.

Then he remembers he’s single and his last serious relationship was a year ago.

Jungkook has to get out of here before he cries over his boss and his beautiful family.

‘I’ve got to go. See you later, Yoongi, Mrs Min,’ he says quickly.

He’s already walking away when the woman says, ‘oh, I’m not Mrs Min.’

Quick as a flash, Yoongi asks, ‘Would you like to be?’

Damn. Min Yoongi is smooth as fuck. Jungkook files this line away for future reference.

***

You’re getting slammed.

This much Jungkook can tell. There’s been another spate of murders, but staff shortages have put extra strain on the state hospital where you work.

You look exhausted as you clean the steel trolley and bundle up the used instruments to send off for sterilising.

Jungkook’s waiting for a final tox screen result to come through that you’ve promised him will take you minutes to validate and release.

You type something rapidly into the computer as you pass it.

‘Not back yet, vomit boy,’ you announce. ‘Looks like the lab are overrun too. I can call you with the result if you want? As soon as it comes through?’

Jungkook looks up from the report he’s writing as he waits. He’s loath to add any more to your workload.

‘I’ll call you in half an hour,’ he says.

‘Sure,’ you reply, trying to twist the top off the sterile water.

Jungkook takes the bottle off you and turns the cap, easily. He hands it back to you. ‘Here’s my number. You can call me directly if you want.’

You smile at him distractedly. ‘Sure thing, vomit boy. I’ll call you.’

Jungkook puts a hand on your shoulder. ‘Stop calling me that,’ he says. It comes out more whiny than he intended.

Your eyes fly up to his. ‘Sorry.’

‘I’m going to have to call you morgue girl,’ he warns.

You look at him again, and he sees a spark of mischief in your eyes. ‘Whatever floats your boat,’ you say.

Jungkook laughs. He turns to leave, strutting a little because he knows you’re watching.

***

Jimin’s in front of the whiteboard in their shared office.

Jungkook frowns over the squiggle of lines he’s drawn.

They’re trying to find a link between the four women who’ve been strangled. The problem is, there are almost too many links. They didn’t work together, but they lived within a few miles of each other. Two went to the same launderette, and three have got receipts from the same coffee shop.

Jungkook remembers his thoughts about the gym.

He shuffles through bank statements, recent transactions.

Damn. Three women were members of the same gym, but there’s no evidence of the fourth woman ever visiting that gym.

He leans back, huffing out a breath in disappointment.

Jimin’s watching him. ‘What was your thought, JK?’

‘I was wondering about gym memberships,’ Jungkook says. ‘They all had sneakers, in good condition.’

‘It’s not a bad thought,’ Jimin says. He looks thoughtful. ‘Strangulation fits with someone who’s confident in their own strength.’

Jungkook gets up, pacing around the room. ‘He’s escalating.’

They’re both aware of the time pressure on them. Every minute they spend not solving the case is a minute closer to the next victim.

Jimin says, ‘Let’s check out the gym they went to.’

Jungkook’s phone rings as he’s in the car. He glances at Jimin and puts it on speakerphone.

‘Hey, vomit boy? That tox screen you were chasing is all negative. Sorry it took so long.’

Jimin laughs.

‘You’re on speaker, my partner Jimin’s in the car,’ Jungkook says, quickly.

‘Guess we’ll save the dirty talk for later then. I gotta go,’ you say.

You’ve hung up before he can reply.

Unbelievably, Jimin’s still laughing. If he weren’t strapped in with a seatbelt Jungkook would be worried about him falling out.

‘Vomit boy!’ chortles Jimin, and now Jungkook’s considering pushing him out of the car.

‘I met her at the morgue. Her name’s Y/N,’ Jungkook says.

‘Sounds like you made an impression,’ Jimin says. He’s stopped laughing, but his eyes are still twinkly with mirth.

‘She’s nice to me,’ Jungkook says.

Jimin side-eyes him. ‘She’s got a sexy voice.’

Jungkook tries to ignore the little flare of jealousy he feels. He’s got no doubt Jimin would make a good impression on you. He’s pretty sure Jimin wouldn’t vomit in front of you, for starters.

He presses his lips together, because he doesn’t want Jimin to tease him.

‘What kind of dirty talk?’ wonders Jimin, out loud.

‘Shut up,’ Jungkook says. It’s childish, but effective.

For the rest of their journey, Jimin doesn't say anything, but somehow the way he laughs quietly to himself is even more annoying.

***

Jungkook and Jimin are sitting in the manager’s office.

Jungkook is a member of this gym too, but he hasn’t been to this branch. The manager leans forward, hands clasped in front of him.

‘We’re investigating a run of murders, we’re here to get more information on a few of your members,’ Jungkook explains.

The manager, Tim, according to the name plate pinned to his light blue polo, looks at Jimin’s badge.

‘Happy to help,’ he says.

As Jimin starts on the questions, Jungkook looks around the room. Pinned to the wall is a loud poster with a purple background. As if that weren’t grating enough, the writing is block capitals, bright pink. Jungkook counts six exclamation marks before the content hits him.

‘You’ve just started a promotion, haven’t you?’ he asks Tim. ‘Pay as you go membership with access to classes?’ Jungkook points at the poster.

‘Do you have a list of people who’ve signed up recently for pay as you go?’ he asks.

Jimin scans the list. He looks up at Jungkook, and Jungkook knows he’s found something.

Fuck. Finally, a breakthrough.

***

Jungkook, Jimin and Yoongi are at the bar down the road from the precinct.

Yoongi tips his beer to Jungkook.

‘That’s solid investigative work,’ he tells him, and Jungkook nods, proudly.

The four women were frequent attenders of a Bikram yoga class at that particular branch of the gym. One of the yoga instructors had caught Jungkook’s attention, a wiry looking man who’d quickly exited the building when he spotted Jungkook and Jimin.

A search of the man’s flat had uncovered a number of macabre souvenirs, and the details of his next target.

They hadn’t saved four unfortunate women, but he hopes their families are able to get some closure from this.

It’s why he became a cop.

Jungkook’s staring at the bar, thinking about you, when someone who looks very much like the real you approaches him.

‘Hey,’ you say.

Jungkook swallows. You’re not wearing a mask, your hair is loose around your shoulders, and fuck. The loose top you’re wearing dips low enough that he can see the swell of your breasts.

Jungkook forces his eyes back to your face.

You don’t seem to mind.

He realises he hasn’t said anything. ‘Hey,’ he says.

‘Buy me a drink?’ you ask, smiling at him.

Jungkook’s up on his feet. He’ll fight everyone at the bar to get you whatever you want, if he has to.

Yoongi nudges Jimin as Jungkook and you walk away.

‘Kid wears his heart on his sleeve.’

Jimin nods. ‘It’s what I love about him,’ he says.

Yoongi snorts. ‘What a fucking team.’

Jimin laughs. ‘We’re a fucking great team, Yoongi.’

He’s right, and Yoongi knows it.

***

Jungkook’s three beers in and you’re still next to him. He likes how this is going.

You press into his side. Jungkook stays very still, because he’s just realised that your breasts are against his forearm.

Are you drunk? He fervently hopes not.

‘Shit,’ you say regretfully. ‘I’m on call from midnight. I should go.’

‘I’ll take you home,’ Jungkook volunteers. He knows that although one serial killer is off the streets tonight, there are still plenty of creeps out there.

And you’re so pretty. Jungkook shudders at the idea of anything happening to you. ‘I’ll take you home,’ he says again.

You look at him. ‘Sure, vomit boy. If I get called in I’ll have to leave though and you’ll have to let yourself out in the morning.’

Jungkook hadn’t got as far as assuming he’d spend the night, but there’s no way he’s going to argue with you.

‘Sure,’ he says, hoping he sounds casual.

He looks around for Jimin and Yoongi as he heads to the entrance of the bar, you on his arm.

Jimin gives him an encouraging wave, and Yoongi raises an eyebrow at him.

The night air is cool, refreshing after the warmth of the bar.

‘I live down the road,’ you say.

Jungkook falls into step beside you. You haven’t let go of his arm. Your hair gleams in the muted light from the streetlamps.

Jungkook looks around curiously as you unlock the front door of a nondescript terraced house.

‘This is me,’ you say. ‘Want to come in?’

Jungkook nods. You hang up your coats in the narrow entryway and you click the lights on.

Your house is lovely, cosy and warm. There’s a print of cherry blossoms hanging above the mantel in your living room.

‘Hot chocolate?’ you call from what he assumes is the kitchen. ‘Ramyeon?’

Jungkook thinks he might just fall in love with you right then and there.

He watches as you heat up water for your noodles and stir milk into cocoa for your hot chocolate.

When you produce a tiny pack of marshmallows, Jungkook could kiss you.

You put on a movie while you eat, a classic romcom that Jungkook’s always wanted to watch.

Jungkook keeps sneaking glances at you as you watch the movie, until finally, you say, ‘what are you looking at, vomit boy?’

Jimin’s right. Your voice is sexy.

Jungkook reaches out and thumbs a smudge of hot chocolate off the corner of your mouth.

You’re looking at him, and your lips are slightly pouted. You look like you’re waiting to be kissed.

So he does.

You’re soft, so soft. Jungkook licks into your mouth, tasting the sweetness of hot chocolate, the faint salt of ramyeon, and underneath it, the taste of you.

You’re delicious. Jungkook realises you’re now on your back, pressed against the edge of your couch. He’s practically on top of you.

He shifts a little, not wanting to squash you under his weight, and you murmur and pull him tighter.

‘I want you,’ you say.

Jungkook wants you too.

‘Want to come to bed?’ you ask.

‘Yes,’ Jungkook says. ‘God, yes.’

***

Jungkook’s under the covers with you. It’s warm, like a cocoon. Your scent is everywhere, he’s delirious with it.

He kisses down your neck, enjoying the way you arch back and clasp him to you.

Your hands are purposeful, running down his bare chest. He thinks you like the look of him, you’d stared as he took off his shirt.

Your thumbs flick over his nipples, and Jungkook lets out an involuntary whine.

You like that. You do it again, and Jungkook nips at your shoulder.

Your hands are steadily heading further south, and Jungkook holds his breath as they finally reach the waistband of his briefs.

Then your hand is palming him over his briefs. You’re teasing him.

‘You can touch me,’ he tells you, just in case you don’t already know.

You laugh, and he loves the sound of it.

‘Can I taste you?’ you ask. The question and your voice as you ask it are so sexy it takes Jungkook a moment to reply.

‘Yes,’ he says.

You push him onto his back. His cock smacks you in the face as you pull his briefs down, but you don’t mind.

He can’t see you clearly under the darkness of the covers but he can feel you.

God, he can feel you.

‘You sound so pretty,’ you say. It’s a little muffled but he can hear you.

How are you talking around his cock?

Jungkook grunts as you suck him in. Your tongue licks firmly up his shaft. You’re wet, you’re warm and Jungkook has no idea how he’s going to survive this.

He cards his fingers through your hair. ‘Come ride me,’ he pleads.

He tugs the covers off so you can sit up.

He helps you pull your top over your head, eyes hungrily drinking in your lacy bra. Your lingerie doesn’t match, but he likes that. He likes the cream lace over your tits and the black mesh over your pussy.

You reach behind you to unhook your bra, and Jungkook stops thinking about your lingerie.

He’s transfixed by the silver barbells glinting in your nipples.

He remembers you asking him about his piercings. Shit! Why hadn’t he returned the question?

You’re watching him, and you look amused. ‘Good?’ you ask.

‘Beautiful,’ Jungkook replies. He pushes himself up and looks up at your face before latching on to your nipple. The metal is cool against his tongue, a stark contrast to the warmth of you.

You moan, and it’s the prettiest thing he’s ever heard.

Your pussy is so wet he can feel you through your underwear, on his abs.

‘Off,’ he says, hooking a finger into your panties. He cups one of your breasts in his hand, tongue flicking at your nipple, and you moan again.

You lunge for your bedside table and come back with a condom between your teeth.

You turn around, legs either side of him as you unroll it onto his length.

Jungkook busies himself licking up into your pussy until you’re done.

Then you’re turning around to face him, lowering yourself onto his cock, and Jungkook groans when he’s fully seated in you.

Christ, what a view.

He cups your ass, helping you ride him, although it doesn’t seem like you need help. Your thighs flex, and you’re so wet he can feel you over his balls, his groin, everywhere.

You’re grinding against his pelvis, and Jungkook loves the feel of it. ‘You feel so good,’ he tells you.

You smirk at him. ‘You do too, vomit boy.’

‘That’s it,’ Jungkook groans, torn between arousal and exasperation. He clasps you to him with one hand, and turns you both over so you’re flat on the bed.

You gasp, clutching him to you, your breasts pressed against his chest.

Jungkook starts plunging into you in earnest, punctuating each word with a thrust, to get his point across.

‘Stop. Calling. Me. Vomit. Boy.’

‘Fuck, I’m cumming,’ you cry, and Jungkook growls as he fucks into you.

‘Good.’

You’re crying out, keening, and Jungkook lets it wash over him as he snaps his hips against your pelvis, letting the pleasure build.

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck,’ he says, dropping his head, burying his face in your neck as he cums, hips jerking, spurting into you.

You’re breathless, but you want the last word. ‘That was fucking hot, vomit boy.’

Jungkook laughs into your neck, but he hasn’t got the energy to do anything other than pull you closer.

You curl your arm around him and kiss him on the forehead. Jungkook likes that.

‘Keep doing that,’ he murmurs sleepily, closing his eyes.

You don’t answer, but you keep kissing him, soft little kisses on his face until he falls asleep.

***

Jungkook wakes and realises you’re not in bed with him.

He peers through the darkness. ‘Y/N?’

‘Ah, sorry,’ you say. Your voice is husky, beautiful. ‘I’ve been called in. I’ve got to go to work.’

‘What time is it?’ Jungkook asks.

‘It’s five am. Go back to sleep. The front door locks itself, you can let yourself out when you wake up.’

Jungkook sits up. ‘How are you going to get to the hospital?’ he asks.

His eyes are adjusting, he can see you’re wearing sneakers, leggings, a crop top, a hoodie unzipped over it.

‘Stop staring at my tits,’ you say. ‘I was going to jog in. It won’t take long.’

‘I’ll go with you,’ Jungkook says. He’s already up, looking around for his clothes.

‘It’s five am,’ you protest.

‘Exactly,’ Jungkook replies.

He runs a hand over his chest, trying to wake up.

You’re not even trying to hide that you’re staring at him.

‘Stop staring at my tits,’ Jungkook says.

Your laughter makes him feel warm. ‘Sorry, baby.’

Baby. Jungkook thinks about this as he pees and gets dressed.

You stop him at the bottom of the stairs.

‘Wait. Let me just –‘

You don’t finish your sentence, instead leaning in to kiss him.

‘You’re a fucking dreamboat, Jungkook.’

Jungkook likes the way this morning is going so far. Baby. Dreamboat. He loves your choice of affectionate nicknames. Even vomit boy doesn’t sound so bad when it’s coming from you.

Jungkook’s walking you to the morgue when he realises there’s already someone there, waiting.

Shit. It’s Kim Sung Ho. He’s another detective and a class A prick. He has some sort of chip on his shoulder about Jimin getting promoted before him even though they started at the same time.

Jungkook doesn’t want him anywhere near you.

He can feel Sung Ho’s eyes on him. ‘I didn’t realise they’d called you in, Jeon.’

‘They didn’t,’ Jungkook says, clipped.

‘Detective Kim,’ you say. ‘I just need to get set up, will you give me twenty minutes?’

Sung Ho is blatantly eyeballing your ass as you walk in to the cold room and switch on the lights.

‘Come on, let’s get a coffee,’ Jungkook says.

‘Americano, black,’ says Sung Ho, not taking his eyes off you.

Jungkook pushes into him, a little harder than necessary. ‘Come on, let’s go,’ he says.

He leads Sung Ho out of the room. He catches your eye as he turns to leave, and you mouth a ‘thank you’ at him.

Jungkook’s pleased he was able to help.

***

Jungkook’s stopped by the morgue to surprise you. He’s got the day off tomorrow, Yoongi muttered something about Jungkook getting his hair cut before he left today.

Jungkook likes his hair. He doesn’t think it gets in the way of him doing his job. He’s worried about what Yoongi might do, though.

Thoughts of Yoongi flee his mind when he sees your face.

You’re sniffling, eyes swollen from crying.

‘What’s happened?’ asks Jungkook. He eyes the bottle of sake on your desk, the two empty mugs.

‘Nothing,’ you say.

‘Was it that prick Sung Ho?’ Jungkook asks. He’s ready to tear him limb from limb. He’ll get Jimin to give him a hand.

‘No, no, it was no one.’ You wipe at your face with a tissue. ‘It’s just this job. We did a post-mortem on a teenager today. Fuck! People are so shitty.’

Jungkook drops into the seat in front of your desk.

Oh. It’s about the shittiness of the world. He understands that. He’s a cop after all.

‘Yeah,’ he says. He pours out more sake.

‘People die in such terrible ways,’ you say. ‘No one deserves this.’

Jungkook’s quiet. ‘Yeah,’ he agrees.

He watches you swirl your sake around before gulping it down.

‘Come on,’ he says gently. ‘I’ll take you home.’

He curls an arm around you as you walk together through the car park. You lean your head on his shoulder, and he likes that.

Jungkook takes you to his apartment. He’s about to get you a drink when your hand curls on his arm.

‘Jungkook,’ you say.

Jungkook looks down at your pretty face, your pouted lips.

‘Yeah?’ he asks. He’s already leaning down so you can reach his lips. He lets you pull him onto the couch. He spreads his legs so he can pull you into his lap.

You let out soft sounds as he kisses you. You’re already grinding your hips against his, needy, moaning.

Jungkook slips his hand under the lace band of your panties, and you cry out against his mouth.

God, you’re so wet, so wet, pussy tightening around his fingers as he strokes your clit.

Your warm hand closes around his cock, and Jungkook’s undoing his trousers, pushing them down to give you better access.

You’re lining him up against you, movements quick, urgent.

Jungkook gasps as you take him in. Fuck, he’s not going to last. Not with you like this, riding his cock, gasping, whining.

He lifts your top, closes his lips over your nipple, and sucks. Your cries get louder.

‘Like that?’ he asks, bucking his hips up into you, suckling at your tit.

The way you moan his name, his real name, as you cum all over him is all the answer he needs.

Jungkook cums so hard he feels like he’s ascended to a higher plane of existence.

As he comes back down, he realises you’re half asleep, face pressed against his chest.

‘Let’s get you to bed,’ he says.

You crack an eye open. ‘Hold me?’ you ask, sleepy.

Jungkook lays you down in his bed, stroking your hair until your breathing is even and the line that’s been between your brows all day smooths out.

***

Jungkook steps into his apartment with two coffees and a bunch of daffodils he picked up from the florist next to the coffee shop.

You’re still in bed. He’s watching you sleep. He’s only just realised how stalkerish that is when you stir, and he doesn’t have time to pretend to be doing anything else before you open your eyes.

‘Hey, vomit boy,’ you say. You smile at him.

‘Hey,’ Jungkook says. He lifts the flowers up.

He watches your eyes go from the flowers to the coffees, back to his face.

You sit up and pull him to you. You brush his hair back off his forehead and kiss him.

‘You’re a real soft boy, Jungkook.’

Jungkook’s worried, but you don’t give him time to worry about it for long.

‘How can you be the same man who made me cum my brains out last night?’

You’re running your hand down his chest, over his abs, down the trail of hair leading to his dick, which is already at half-mast anticipating your touch.

‘Come here and fuck my face,’ you say.

Jungkook’s happy to oblige.

***

Jungkook slips into a seat at the back of the room.

‘Nice of you to join us, Detective Jeon,’ Yoongi drawls.

Jimin throws him a sympathetic look.

After the briefing, Jimin nudges him.

‘How are things going with your girl?’ he asks.

Jungkook can’t stop the smile spreading across his face.

‘She’s great, hyung,’ he says, dreamily.

Jimin smiles at him affectionately. ‘Good. Actually, I can tell it’s going well. You’re easy to read, JK.’

Jungkook’s worried again. Is this a reference to him being too emotional?

As if reading his mind, Jimin shakes his head. ‘You’re fine, Jungkook. There’s nothing wrong with having feelings.’

Yoongi snorts from behind them.

Jungkook waits to hear what he has to say.

Yoongi looks at him steadily. ‘You’re not so needy that you need me to tell you you’re a damn good detective, do you? That your emotional intelligence is an asset, not a hindrance?’

‘No,’ Jungkook says, warmth blooming in his chest.

‘Good. Go get your damn hair cut,’ Yoongi says.

©hamsterclaw 2022

[bluewhale52]

The House by the River

Summary: You, your husband and his brothers are back in the In The Soop house. But what happens when you forget the one thing you have to do during the pandemic?

Pairing: Yoongi x OC

Genre: idol!au, established relationship, fluff

Rating: R - there’s a bit of a talk about sex but nothing NSFW

WC: 2.3k

Warning: setting during the pandemic, a breach of safety protocol, Yoongi and OC sleep naked, talk of sex, pregnancy talk ~Part of the Domestic Yoongi Series~

It is a great idea, you have to admit. When your husband found out that he had two straight days of no schedules and no work, he immediately suggested going back to the house by the river, where he and his brothers had gone to for work and also for a time of healing and relaxation. 

You were so excited at the getaway idea, and although his six brothers invited themselves for the trip, you did not mind. Your daughter adores them, moreover you would have six very eager babysitters at your disposal. 

So that’s how you find yourself, on a beautiful autumn day, on a hammock and reading a book Namjoon has lent you. You hear Jimin and Taehyung back at the ping pong table, and Hoseok screaming gleefully at his toy aeroplane he has built himself. Sweet musical notes drift from the house; Namjoon and Jungkook must have gotten inspiration in nature and are creating a song together.

You hear the familiar giggles coming from the dock, and you close your book. Leaving the hammock, you head to the boathouse to meet the owners of those giggles.

Your little girl is smiling ear to ear, and shrieking in delight at Seokjin, who is carrying a bucket and two fishing rods- well, one fishing rod and a toy one. He has been regaling your daughter with stories of fishing, it was not difficult at all to get her all excited to be his fishing buddy.

“Hey baby,” you kneel as your daughter barel into your arms. “Did you catch a lot of fish?”

“Four!” She happily exclaims, wriggling out of your arms to pull Seokjin closer to you. “Look, Eomma!”

“She’s my good luck charm. Not Yoongi, not my painting, Min Soojin was all I needed to show these fish who’s boss!” He ruffles her hair. She beams at him proudly.

“Wow! Are we having sashimi tonight?” You turn to find Hoseok right behind you, peering into the bucket. He turns to your daughter, innocently asking her, “you’re going to help Uncle Jin and Uncle Kook cut the fish?”

Soojin’s face immediately turns serious, her smile all gone. “Cut? Eomma?” She turns to you. “We cut fishies?”

“Well, that’s how we get sashimi, baby.”

Her face crumples at your answer, tears start pooling in her eyes. “No, I don’t want to hurt fishies.”

The two men immediately bend down and soothe her. “No, no, we won’t cut the fishies. Uncle Hoseok is just joking, right?” Seokjin gives Hoseok a stare.

“Yes, I was only joking, Soojin-ah.” Hoseok cuddles her. “Hey, do you want to see the plane I made?”

Soojin shakes her head. “No, I want to take fishies home so you don’t cut her.”

Hoseok resigns to his fate. He knows now your four year old daughter will see him as an evil villain, out to cut all the fish in the world.

“Baby,” you coo at Soojin. “Why don’t you, Uncle Jin and Uncle Hobi return the fish to the river?”

Seokjin glares at you. You know how challenging it was for him to catch even a single fish on his last trip here, and on the day he caught FOUR, he can’t even enjoy one as a sashimi.

Hoseok on the other hand, jumps at his chance of redemption. “Yes, that’s a great idea! Let’s do that, Soojin. Let’s free the fish!”

Soojin looks at Hoseok doubtfully. He grabs the bucket from Seokjin and offers his hand to your daughter. She gingerly puts her hand in his, and her other hand reaches for Seokjin’s.

Over your daughter’s head, Seokjin whispers sharply at Hoseok. “YOU put the fish back.”

You watch them squat by the dock, laughing along with Seokjin and Soojin as Hoseok squeals in disgust as he picks a fish out of the bucket and throws it inelegantly into the river. After the fourth fish is back in the water, Soojin is satisfied and her mood is back to her cheery self.

You look at your watch. 5pm. It’s time to get your husband out of his makeshift studio. “Soojin, want to see Appa?” You call out.

“No! Plane!” She points at Hoseok who is winding his toy plane again.

“Go get Yoongi. We’ll look after her.” Seokjin offers, and you give him a grateful smile. It IS nice to have your husband’s band mates around.

You walk up towards the campervan by the upper house. Your husband specifically made the request for the van to be there. You knock on the door, and you open it only after you hear his gruff response from inside.

“Hey babe,” you greet him from the door. “It’s just past five.”

Yoongi stretches behind the laptop and all his equipments. Rubbing his face, he mumbles, “Already?”

You open the door wider, letting more sun inside the dark campervan. “Did you manage to get all your work done?”

Yoongi gestures for you to come inside. You step in, and sit next to him. “Wanna hear?” He offers.

“Of course.” You take the headphones from his hands. You love how he always shares his rough drafts with you, even before he shares them with his members. It doesn’t matter that you know zilch about music, he loves watching you reacting to his creations.

He presses play, and your eyes widen at the sounds filling your ears. You turn to smile at him, pride on your face. He returns your smile with his own gummy one.

You love this kind of moment with Yoongi. You don’t need dates at fancy restaurants or expensive gifts like big diamond necklaces. Just time with him, alone like this, is enough. He watches you bopping along to his music, and burst out laughing in embarrassment as you scrunch your face at his attempt at a high note.

When the song ends, you take off the headphone and kiss him. “Well, Min PD-nim, I think you have another hit there.”

“You say that to all my songs.” He brushes away your compliment as he starts packing up his things.

“Well, it’s true. I’m not just saying that because you’re my husband.” You stand and move to the door to give him more space in the cramped sitting area of the campervan. You report to him about Soojin’s fishing experience earlier while Yoongi is putting his equipments in the bags.

“So Hobi actually held the fish?” Yoongi chuckles.

You nod. “I regret not capturing it on video. It was so funny.” You open the door and you both walk towards the upper house. “OH MY GOD!”

You exclaim as you see the state of the kitchen. Yoongi curses next to you.

All the foods you have bought for the stay are scattered all over the counter and the floor. Packages ripped open, vegetables and fruits half eaten.

“Oh no, did an animal- or a pack of them- get in?” You lift a bag of bitten and nibbled onions. “They like onions it seems.”

Your husband sighs. “Guess we’ll have to go out for dinner then. There’s no way we can salvage any of this.”

You agree with him and start cleaning up. Shortly after, the kitchen is clean and free of scraps, and you both return to the main house to break the news. The members don’t seem to mind going out, Taehyung even suggests going to the burger joint he visited with Hoseok before. Seokjin and Yoongi decide they could stop by a supermarket on the way back to get enough food for breakfast and lunch for the next day.

And so off the nine of you go to the town for a burger dinner. Arriving at the small restaurant, you are shocked at how crowded it is. “Wow, the burgers here must be really good.” You comment to Taehyung.

He nods, licking his lips. “One of the best, Noona. You’ll love it.”

You smile at his enthusiasm, and also when he picks up Soojin to show her the menu board.

Then you realize something.

Your heart drops when you realise that no one, not a single person is wearing a mask. The staff, the patrons, and even you, your husband and his brothers, and your daughter, none of you is masked up.

You start to panic. Reaching for Yoongi, you tug his hand. “Babe, we’re not wearing our masks!”

“Relax, baby, we’re fine. No one recognizes us here.”

“No! Yoongi, not to hide your faces. The pandemic isn’t over yet and we’re not wearing masks!” You shout at him.

To your shock, no one seems to hear you, or even care that everyone in this burger joint is ignoring the most important safety protocol. You panic even further, and while making your way to Taehyung to take Soojin back, you feel something tugging the back for your cardigan.

You turn to chide Yoongi, thinking it is him who is pulling your clothes. You gasp when you find no one behind you. Not Yoongi, not Namjoon, not anyone you came to the place with. In fact, the whole place has become empty, but for a little boy standing in front of you.

He has feline eyes, much like Yoongi’s, and his complexion is as milky white as your husband’s too. He looks up at you with such innocence, and you kneel down to meet him at eye level.

“Hi,” you greet him. “Are you okay? Where are your parents?”

The boy continues to look at you silently, then he fishes something out of his packet. It is a folded K94 mask. He offers it to you.

“For you, Eomma.” He says shyly.

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You sit up, gasping out loud. You immediately reach for your face, feeling for a mask around your mouth and nose. Your fingers touch bare skin directly, which sends you into a panic.

You start to look around for a mask frantically, only to find yourself... in your bedroom in Seoul? And your husband is stirring awake next to you. You reach for the baby monitor, and relief floods over you as you see on the screen that your daughter Soojin is sleeping peacefully in her room.

“Babe,” Yoongi sits up next to you, voice still thick with sleep. “You okay?”

You place a hand on your bare chest. Your heart is still beating fast. “I just had the craziest dream.”

Yoongi reaches for you and pull you down to lie with him. Rubbing your back, he asks you to tell him your dream.

“We were back in the house, that In the Soop house,” you begin. “We were having such a good time, Soojin was laughing, the boys were all there too.”

You try to focus but bits and pieces of the dream are already forgotten in your mind. “And somehow we all went out for dinner, and no one was wearing masks, Yoongs, including us and I panicked I think?”

Your husbands hands are soothing you. “And that’s when you woke up?”

“No...There’s something else.” You struggle to remember. “There’s a boy I think, and I thought he was lost, but he gave me a face mask.”

Yoongi stops rubbing you. “The boy gave you a mask?” He sounds tickled.

“It’s a dream, it doesn’t have to make sense.” You playfully swat his chest.

He nuzzles your hair. “You dream of the weirdest things.”

You giggle in his embrace. Your naked bodies pressed closer as sleepiness starts to disappear, slowly replaced by something more carnal.

You suddenly remember something. “Oh my god, Yoons!” You push Yoongi away. He leans back, confused.

“What if that was a conception dream? The boy called me Eomma.”

Your husband looks at you as if you have grown two heads. “A conception dream?”

“Well, we may have conceived a child tonight, considering... you know, how many times you came in me.”

“Only twice but thanks for the ego boost.”

“I’m serious!” You give him a stern look. “What if we conceived a baby tonight, and that was my conception dream? Oh my god, how could my conception dream be of a boy giving me a K94 mask?”

Yoongi starts laughing. “And what do you think that would mean? We’re gonna have a son who’d become a doctor? That wouldn’t be so bad, right?”

You pout. “Now you’re just teasing me.”

He cradles you back in his arms. You have talked with your husband before about giving Soojin a sibling. Your hand unconsciously moves down to your tummy. You and Yoongi have foregone all birth controls tonight, and you hope one of his swimmers has made it.

Yoongi strokes your hair gently. “You know, since you have the conception dream already, why don’t we make sure it doesn’t go to waste?”

His hands are moving down your body, sending sparks all over.

“I agree, Min Yoongi. You better give me a baby tonight. Just in case the first two times weren’t quite successful.”

Laughing, he rolls over to be on top of you, determined to get you all nice and pregnant by the time morning comes.

A/N: I actually had the dream OC had - minus the boy with the K94 mask. The fact that Miss Rona actually invaded my dream, that was just so crazy I had to write it down! And eventually it became this little piece of a fic 😄 Please remember to wear your mask, social distance and stay safe! 💜

Published 08022021

[whatyougetisme]

Those Evil Ways

Chapter 4

Title: Those Evil Ways

Pairing: OT7 x Y/N (female reader)

Genre: supernatural au, medical, fluff, angst, eventual smut, war

Word count: 9.700 ~ (sorry, sorry, I got carried away this time)

Characters: Demons!BTS, human reader (with special abilities later in the story)

Warnings: pinning, some swearing, demon references, angst for everyone, flirting, making out, marking (bitemarks, hickeys), Y/N is a bit insecure, a dash of self-depreciation, mentioning of blood (as in Yoongi cries with bloody tears, nothing more), some liquor consumption (nothing major is happening connected to it), fluffy bits, if I have missed something please send a pigeon 😅❤️

Summary: Y/N is a third year medical student going through life like others do. On one unfortunate night she gets in unexpected contact with otherworldly beings who drag her into their world of violence, war and fight for power.

Author's note: Ah...! It's so hard to describe the clothing Y/N is wearing. I have the perfect image in my mind and then when I try to describe it the whole thing feels tacky and I don't even know if you can imagine the outfits well. Sorry for that!! 😅

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The events from last night put a gap of weirdness between the demons and Y/N. When Yoongi and the girl met in the morning for breakfast they silently nodded to each other for greeting and sat at the table to eat.

"Do you have any plans for today?" The man asked in a low hushed voice while looking at his plate.

"Uhm…" she sounded surprised at the sudden question that broke the silence. "I have a training session today and I wanted to talk to Taehyung about the meeting with the Kings. I want to strategize."

"Strategize? What for?"

The whole thing made him uncomfortable. She was behaving kind of cold and distant. The demon didn't know how to approach the situation. It was easy to call some girls from the harem, have fun and then leave. He had never had a relationship because it was messy and unnecessary, he was a higher demon after all. Yoongi had so many things to take care of that adding one more to the equation would be too much. It was easier to fool around and forget about it but this? They were building a relationship and trying to trust each other. The events from last night put a spoke in the wheel so to speak. What was he supposed to do now especially when Y/N was behaving that way? He didn't see where the problem lay.

"For the ball. I need to know how to approach them so I can get more information out of the Kings. How to get closer without making them suspicious." She stopped and looked out of the window deep in thought. "They’re probably going to try the same on me - try to get to know me better, make me spill some tea on you and Jin. The Kings are curious why are you keeping me so close."

Yoongi frowned and dropped his fork on the table. It produced a small sound that made Y/N turn around and look at him disapprovingly. "Why do you need to talk to him especially? Am I not enough?" He was offended and not trying to hide it.

"Don't be a baby," she scolded. This was ridiculous. "You're biased. Jin too. You can't come up with something which is going to be rational. Your first priority will be" she squeezed her index and middle finger in a sign of inverted commas mocking the demon "Oh! We should keep her safe!" Y/N’s voice dropped in a weird way trying to copy that of Yoongi.

"Of course! Because that's the smart thing to do!" He slammed his hand flat on the table. "You're our only advantage! You're the thing that keeps us going because you can make our plan a reality!"

Those words pierced through the young woman like knives. It sounded like she was just the mean of obtaining what they wanted. She didn't say anything but her face became a saddened mask of disappointment.

"Y/N… don't do anything that will hurt you." Yoongi added, adopting a calmer tone.

"You will be there. Why do you care what I will do or who will I speak with?" She gritted her teeth angrily. "You will be there to stand in my way and prevent me from doing my thing anyway."

"I might not be there…" he was right. No invitation had arrived in the morning. He might not get one even though there were still a few days before the event.

"Whatever. I lost my appetite" Y/N rose from her seat causing the chair to slide back and make a screeching sound. "I will be in my room before the training if you need your tool" she spat out and threw the white napkin angrily on the table.

The demon sighed. It was so hard to behave the way she wanted him to. The only thing Yoongi hoped for was that the General would discourage the girl from setting her plan into motion. Hard but still doable…

…

"You actually want to do that?" Taehyung asked with a raised brow. He didn't care much about what she did but it was his duty to inform Y/N of the possible outcomes - good or bad. "It's risky." He added.

"I know but I can't just stand there the whole night looking pretty and empty-headed. They are planning something. I want to know what" she was relentless.

"You must know that this..." he gestured between them visualizing the conversation "this is treason. I can't tell you shit about them. They made me who I am. The Kings acknowledged my skills and experience." He was not sure if they could even discuss this in an open public space.

"I'm not asking you to betray them" Y/N said dryly. "I'm asking how to obtain information which they won't give me either way no matter how politely I ask." It was a fact and as the smart girl she was she was perfectly aware of it.

The general sighed with a pained expression and rubbed his forehead. Such a pain in the ass…

"Let's talk later. The walls have ears here. I will wait for you for dinner." He sat on the nearby bench taking a sip of his water bottle.

"I don't know where you live," she answered with a pout. This was getting ridiculously hard - go there, do this, don't say that.

"Yoongi knows."

"I'm not on good terms with him now" Y/N looked away, fury starting to rise within her again, remembering his words from the morning.

The night before she was drunk, the demons were too. They had played this game knowing the consequences and the complications that it might bring.

The only issue was that Y/N couldn't understand it was her creating problems where there were none to begin with. The demons cared for her - yes - but they wouldn't start troubling themselves with the same thoughts like she did. They didn't think Oh what's going to happen now that we did this? or What are they going to think of me? or How am I going to be able to look at them the same way? No. They enjoyed the game, enjoyed her, drank to their hearts’ content and got even closer to the girl which made them extremely satisfied. The difference was that Yoongi and Jin were demons, they saw the world from a different perspective and enjoyed what's coming without thinking about useless things. Y/N on the other hand was a human. It's in the humans' nature to overthink and get dramatic and stress unnecessarily.

"Oh. Not on good terms?" Tae smirked. He was getting the gist. There was only one thing to do… "So you did the deed I presume?" He teased and stood up getting closer, way too close to be acceptable.

"Uh…" Y/N's jaw dropped open. How to respond to that? He was… "N-no. Not really" she stuttered, unable to think and move even though he was getting into her personal space. She could sense his perfume. The General smelled nice like wood and freshly cut grapefruit.

"Then what?" His voice became a low rumble and his lips stretched into a side smile.

"We just…" she looked at her feet, that face of hers betraying the thoughts running through Y/N's mind. And then in the next second... the magic was broken. The young woman snapped "What is this exactly?" She looked up straight into his eyes and huffed. "I hope you're not a pervert like them."

He laughed wholeheartedly genuinely enjoying the way the girl got flustered and became a mumbling mess. Taehyung knew well how to use his charms and sweep the people off their feet left and right. "Depends. I can be even more" he winked and turned around raising his hands while shrugging. He sat on the bench again. "Okay let's talk business. Eight sharp. A carriage will wait for you at Yoongi's residence."

They said their goodbyes and Y/N left.

Taehyung stayed behind to get the training hall in order before leaving and the whole time he was thinking of Y/N. The girl had plagued his mind since the moment she stepped foot in here. It was nothing particular, nothing sexual or nasty, more like he felt a sense of duty towards her. Also the demon found Y/N's character to be quite close to his when he was younger.

She was interesting, a bit lame at times but sharp and intelligent. They have had about ten sessions and even though he was not close to her in any way or cared much about what the girl did, the demon was feeling a strange force pulling him towards her. He couldn't stop it. The General was starting to believe Yoongi's words "She is special, Tae. This girl is so powerful she can flip worlds over." Taehyung didn't know what that meant exactly but was ready to accept the unexplainable. He could feel it in his gut - there was truth in Baal's words. It was his new challenge to find out what was so unique about this woman.

Before she went out later that night Yoongi stood at the top of the grand staircase looking disapprovingly in her direction. He didn't fancy the fact she was constantly leaving the grounds without his guards. The woman knew it was dangerous but had things to do and people to meet so to say.

Before closing the door behind her Y/N had looked back at Yoongi giving him a small reassuring smile. His face was still a blank mask but the demon's heart had twitched with concern…

Y/N was ready to meet the demon. When she arrived everything was set and waiting for her.

"So do you want some roasted duck or sirloin venison?" Taehyung asked and Y/N glanced at the servant waiting patiently at her side. She had never tried deer meat. It sounded so exotic to her.

"Okay, let's try the sirloin" she nodded and the man got closer to the table reaching to cut a nice piece for her. "Smells nice. Thank you." The servant gave her a puzzled look after he received the words of gratitude.

The demon cleared his throat and waved off the man.

"Do you want to talk now or do you want to leave it for later?" He asked while chewing with delight.

"Later" Y/N answered and began eating without saying anything else. Gaap laughed and became quiet too, enjoying his own meal.

"You know it's comfortable to speak with someone who doesn't fear you or has to speak to you formally," Tae noted and took a sip of his drink. "You're different. I get why Jin and Yoongi keep you so close to them. You're like a breath of fresh air" the demon exhaled dramatically and leaned back in his chair. Y/N frowned at those words.

"You don't know me. How can you say that?" She was starting to get the whole deal with her powers. The young woman was seeing how the demons were slowly growing attached to her and longing for her presence. She didn't know how exactly it was happening but her spark was doing it. At some point in the beginning the student thought that it was just her imagination going wild or a mere coincidence. Now she was beginning to understand. Her powers were starting to work properly. The issue now was how to make the mojo bend to her will.

"I see clearly that you're not from around. I can tell that you're probably lying a lot because of the way you keep your guard up at all times." Their eyes met and the General sent her a challenging look. "Also my guess is that you've even lied to the Kings. Am I right?" His tone became dangerous and menacing. Y/N didn't give in to the intimidation. She felt like her nerves and willpower were made of steel.

"I have. So what?" The woman answered unapologetically. No point in hiding now.

"I really admire you." Taehyung stood up and walked around the table. When he reached Y/N's side he leaned on the edge. "Let's talk. Tell me what you want to know, girl?"

"Ah… finally." She let out a satisfied huff and smiled. "You see… I'm invited to this ball on Thursday. King Jungkook has taken a liking to me and wants me to accompany him that night."

"Really?" Taehyung seemed surprised. "I thought he decided to take a break from the physical pleasures."

"I don't know about that but hear me out" she continued. "I need to get on his good side which as I see won't be a problem but I have to make him talk. Yoongi thinks that they're planning something against Jin for some reason."

The General nodded. He was there when they had this nasty standoff a few weeks back. Jin crossed a line with them then. Even though he had learnt patience Agares still managed to get on his nerves sometimes when his temper was getting the best of him.

"Also I want to know what they are going to do with me. The thing is that I can't just flat out ask them about it. I just don't know what I should do." Her demeanor changed slightly making the girl look lost. "I don't plan on harming anyone" she quickly explained "just… I need to get a hold of the whole situation because I'm in the dark. Everything moves so fast. Thanks to Jin I got dragged into this mess and I need some heads up."

Taehyung stood there looking at her silently contemplating what exactly he should tell her. This needed to be done in a sensible way, not giving out too much information but still satisfying her. "Then let me tell you this. I've been a General in the academy and leading the legions for decades now. I know those men well and the first, most important thing is that if they don't want to tell you something - they won't. Never pressure any of the four. I guarantee you that they can see right through every scheme and plan. They are our Kings for a reason."

He continued explaining how they rose to power, how they deal with problems and such. "Obviously each one of them has his weakness but this I won't tell you. I'm loyal to them and won't betray the Kings. Your situation is unorthodox" he said and poured some more liquor in his glass. "I have never given an advice like this to anyone. My bet is that you will be able to sway Jungkook only if you behave like you normally do. He hates mediocre and average things. That's why he declines everything physical from the girls in his harem, he got bored with them. They were too similar, doing one and the same thing every time, completely giving themselves to the King." Taehyung's lips stretched wide into a pretty boxy smile that made Y/N suck in a sharp breath and her eyes became glossy for a second. He was just as handsome as the other six. So unfair. "From what you told me I know that he wants to have you, I'm also sure that the other three want you just as bad. The thing is that they will try to keep their distance because of their rules" Y/N tilted her head to the side. Rules? So many new things, her head was starting to hurt. The demon was definitely keeping his word when he promised to help her.

"I won’t explain everything to you. Not now at least" he added when he saw her confused expression. It was so fun to have someone who didn't know shit about this place. "My advice - keep doing you. Don't try to become someone else, don't try to flatter Jungkook like the girls from the harem" Taehyung bit his lip deep in thought. He felt like he was forgetting something. "Ah!" He raised a finger in the air. "Don't talk about anyone else in any kind of context. He gets really competitive and irrational when he feels like he is given a run for his money."

Y/N shook her head remembering the day they met and how Jungkook got mad when she kept on mentioning Jin and Yoongi. Now the things were beginning to make sense. He went on. "If the other Kings want you to join them, don't refuse but tell Jungkook beforehand. Get his permission. This will soften him towards you." He stopped for a while looking around the room. "This is all I can tell you. I hope you will succeed in getting what you want" he said finally and sat back down in his place.

"Will you be there?" Y/N asked in a hopeful voice. She wasn't sure why exactly this question popped in her mind but the girl needed someone close to her to be there. Agares and Baal still haven't received any letters from the Palace and she hoped that Tae will attend.

"You're so sweet, little girl" he clenched his first under the table. She was making him feel an irrational desire. He wanted to hear more of those needy words. "Yes. I will be there. I got an invitation today in the morning before our meeting."

Y/N released the breath she was holding in anticipation. She was relieved. A familiar face would be there, someone she could hypothetically rely on if things got messy.

"I think that concludes our meeting for tonight," the demon said.

"Yes. Thank you for your help. I appreciate it. Truly." Y/N put her hands in her lap and slightly bowed her head. "I will see you there."

"Yes. Till our next meeting."

The next morning Y/N met Yoongi again in the dining hall for breakfast. The tension was still there.

"Good morning" he said, hoping that she had gotten over their argument from yesterday.

"Good morning to you too." The young woman sat down and the servants immediately brought her a plate full of fruits and sweets.

"Did your meeting yesterday go well?"

Y/N looked up trying to figure out if this question was asked because of curiosity or concern. Yoongi had a look of something in between.

"Yes. I got some useful tips from Tae." She said with a light tone not trying to hide anything. "He was nice enough to provide me with insight and give me advice." The plate was so beautifully arranged that she didn't want to eat from it and mess it up. "Thanks to the General I know what to do now" a pointed look was sent Yoongi's way. He rolled his eyes. She really could hold grudges.

"I'm happy to hear that. On the other hand I'm afraid that something might happen to you. I know that it's annoying to always hear that but I have to say it." Yoongi added and took a big gulp of his coffee. Those words made her lose her mind immediately.

That was her last straw.

She slammed her fork on the table and her cheeks and eyes became reddish from all the blood rushing to her head because of the anger. "I'm so sick of hearing that!" She shouted.

The servants immediately scurried away when they felt a new argument was coming.

"I'm sick of this overprotective and suffocating behaviour! You know it would have been okay if it was genuine but I know it's not" she raged. Finally everything was coming to light and there was no better time than now to give Yoongi a piece of her mind. Baal on the other hand was caught completely off guard. He didn't expect things to go South so quickly. "I'm not stupid you know?! The way you and Jin speak about me it's like I'm some prized possession that you need to keep clean and unblemished. I'm not a tool for you to just use and throw away later!" Y/N's eyes began to fill with tears.

"When-when did we say something like this?" Yoongi asked in confusion. He never thought that his words would be interpreted in such a way.

"Don't play dumb with me!" Her voice boomed through the room ringing in the man's years. "You always talk about me being the only way to achieve your goals. I'm not an object! Maybe I'm sick of this attitude. Maybe the Kings will treat me better!" At those words the demon gritted his teeth.

"Don't go there" he warned, his hands trembling slightly with annoyance. "Don't say that" he whispered but the woman wouldn't stop.

"At least I know what their intentions are. They don't hide shit from me like you do and pretend to be all nice and caring!" The rage seeped out of her every pore and Yoongi could taste the bitterness of it. "You just want to use me to get something and then you will discard me!" Yoongi couldn't believe her words. He was completely stunned and unable to say anything. His mouth was slightly hanging, his eyes - wide open. Y/N continued unbothered, her brows furrowing more and more and her chin trembled dangerously at every words "Jin called me a tool, you never fail to remind me how special and needed I am and that I need care" the young woman laughed with a sour face "but it's not because you care that much. Oh no. It's because of my abilities."

A sharp cry tore the air and Y/N buried her face in her hands. She felt so lonely here even though the demons were never leaving her side. In her world she was used to being alone because she chose so and didn't have much of an option either way. But here the girl felt out of her comfort zone and there was this need to have someone she could lean on.

Yoongi hated it so much when she cried. His heart was bleeding when he was seeing that broken posture of hers and the hot tears burning Y/N’s cheeks. Baal sprang to his feet and kneeled on the side of her chair. "Look at me" he demanded in a soft voice and tried to pry her hands away but she didn't budge. "Y/N! Look at me!" His tone was firm and he used the demon strength to overcome the resistance. When she turned to look at him her face was wet and flushed. Y/N's eyes were filled with rage and so much pain. "I'm so sorry" Yoongi whispered and placed his hands on her cheeks wiping away the tears.

He pulled her down off the chair and the student fell apart in his strong arms crying more. "I don't see you as an object or whatever else you said. How can you even think that?" He began, his own voice shaky. "I care deeply for you. I didn't want to bring you here in the first place but Agares ordered me to. Those years of teaching in the university seemed so pointless to me but after I saw you…" Baal inhaled her scent. "You're so driven, working hard. I want to take you back and leave you in peace even if that means I will never see you again."

Hearing those words made Y/N cry even harder digging her nails in his shoulders. "I want to go home," she sobbed. Yoongi closed his eyes, feeling something weird behind his lids.

"Don't cry, please" he begged, holding on to her for dear life, both of them sitting on the floor near the table. "Don't cry," the demon repeated.

Y/N lifted her head up to look at him and saw something that made her heart stop.

One red tear had escaped his eye. "What's wrong?" She rasped and gave him a concerned look. "You're bleeding. This is blood."

Yoongi opened his eyes and wiped at his face. The demons were not supposed to cry. There were those entities who could do it but it was connected to their abilities. That's why he was bleeding when he cried. It was the first time that happened so he was surprised himself.

"That's how I cry…" he smiled tiredly. "We don't cry so that's why instead we bleed."

Y/N felt sad. Everything about the demon's existence seemed incredibly heartbreaking to her. He was constantly on the move, taking orders from his superiors, taking care of everything that needed to be done, struggling with the humanity that was trying to creep into his soul and the weird physiology preventing Yoongi from expressing himself the way he wanted to. Y/N sucked a breath and covered her mouth with a hand, her eyes filling up again.

"No, no, no" the cat-eyed demon pleaded, his face contorting with nervousness. "Don't. Please calm down."

"I'm sorry Yoongi" the girl broke down again and bit her lip. "I'll try my best to stay away from trouble so I don't burden you with-"

"Stop that" he snapped and hugged her tightly, shutting the girl up. "You're like a ray of light here. You don't burden me, that's why I want to keep you safe. I can't lose you." His voice lowered and the demon ran his fingers through Y/N's hair. "You're not a tool. I feel like I will fall apart if you go somewhere else." He felt terrible for telling her this. Yoongi was overwhelmed with emotions and struggled to express them. "You're making me feel strange. So disgustingly human and at the same time I like it because I'm getting closer to you."

Y/N glanced up at the man through tears. Silence fell and the next thing happened naturally. Baal's gaze dropped to her lips and the atmosphere became heavy.

The student froze in her place. Her mind went blank and the only logical thing to her was to close the distance between them that seemed too big. She didn't know who moved first but the moment that their lips touched it didn't matter much.

The kiss was soft, a bit cautious, even timid. When Yoongi pressed his body into Y/N's she moaned softly. Her lips parted and he used the moment to slip his tongue in. The girl trembled slightly and rose to her knees. She spread her legs apart, kind of straddling the man sitting below her.

Baal wrapped his arms around the young woman's tiny waist. "You're like a doll. So pretty, so fragile, so pure and tender" he whispered and gave her upper lip a tiny lick. "I fear that my demon soul will corrupt you. Ruin you…" his grip tightening ever so slightly while he talked. "It's like I have two men inside me fighting for power," he explained.

"What do you mean?" Y/N sent him a quizzical look.

"One side of me wants to ruin you. The other…" Yoongi let out a weary sigh "it wants to be tender and baby you. It's so hard for me to balance them."

Y/N giggled and lowered herself next to Yoongi's ear. "You know… maybe I want you to ruin me. The other night you felt how ready I was for you. You were restrained by this bet with Jin, it was such a shame." She purred and buried her fingers in Yoongi's hair, squeezing it. The demon hissed and his pupils became tiny slits. "I wanted to ride you and break the bet. Make your Master jealous to the bone." Filth poured softly out of her mouth and the demon wondered how is that possible - to speak in such a beautiful voice but say those nasty things.

Yoongi growled and kissed the girl again. This time it was urgent and full of confidence. Y/N felt the heat pooling low in her belly. The man latched to her neck sucking and biting, leaving traces of his passion on the way.

A soft knock tore them out of their daze.

Baal's head snapped in the direction of the door.

"What?!" He shouted with irritation.

"Master" a female voice called from the other side "there is a letter for you!"

Yoongi jumped to his feet with trepidation. "This better be the thing I'm expecting" he mumbled.

He opened the door not caring the slightest about his disheveled look and took the envelope from the woman. It had the seal of the Kings. His eyes widened and he ran back to Y/N to open it.

"What is it?" She asked impatiently.

"It's from them," the demon whispered back. "Let me open it."

He tore the letter open and unfolded the paper. She noticed the thickness and high quality of it. Without seeing the black seal on the top just by touching the sheet she could guess it came from the Palace.

Yoongi began reading.

"To Baal, sin of Sloth,

The letter sent is to be taken as an invitation for a ball which is going to take place at King Mammon's palace on Thursday. The King forbids any of the guests to appear in their human or full demon form. They should maintain a mid-shift appearance throughout the whole event.

The guests will be officials and higher-ups only from the demon society. It's a special gathering in which the King will introduce a new companion to his subjects.

Attire: formal, black/golden

(The guests are forbidden to bring their household servants. They will be taken care of by the staff in the palace.

If a companion is to be taken to the event, please send an informative letter back to the Main Palace in the capital.)

King Mammon of the North

Sin of Greed"

"Wow. That was so formal" Y/N gasped. "So unnecessary. He could've just written `

'Hey come to this gathering on Thursday.' "

Yoongi shook his head and placed the letter on the table. "He is a King. He needs to be formal."

Y/N looked at the demon whose face had an annoyed expression plastered on it. "I thought you wanted to go. What's wrong now?" she frowned.

"He mentioned you in the invitation. Now everyone will expect to see you. I don't like that. You will have to lie again and again about who you are."

She bared her teeth in an exaggerated wide smile "I will lie then. No worries."

"That's not the problem. Some of us have the ability to access others' minds and memories. There is a good and a bad thing. The good - you have some kind of a barrier that prevents the creatures of Doordale from influencing you in any way. Jin tried in the beginning but didn't succeed in his attempt, which is fine."

Y/N crossed her arms and frowned "Let's hear the bad then."

The demon scratched the back of his head. "The bad thing - I will be there, probably Jin too. We can't stop them from reaching into our minds. We'll have to keep our thoughts clean which will be a pain in the ass."

The girl hummed, finally getting why Jungkook sent the invitation in the first place. "So low of them. I bet the King will try to get some information about me and you without us even knowing it. I'm assuming that he wouldn't have invited you otherwise."

Yoongi laughed bitterly. "Exactly. He probably thinks that we will be thrilled to be at your side and forget about everything else."

"We have to see Jin." Y/N said finally and Baal agreed silently.

…

Jin had received his letter the same day as Yoongi. He was way more relaxed than the cat-eyed demon about the whole thing which made the latter huff in annoyance. In the beginning the two men argued a bit about this laid-back attitude of Agares but got tired of the constant back-and-forth and stopped after a while.

The next day passed in hasty preparations for the ball. When they weren't together to plan and talk Y/N was taking strolls in the garden in Baal's residence and sparred with Taehyung. The two were growing closer but this didn't bother Yoongi in the slightest for some unknown reason.

Tuesday

Early that morning before the sun had even risen two men on horses arrived at Yoongi’s mansion. They introduced themselves as soldiers from the Northern parts coming to escort Y/N to their King.

Baal gave them a once-over, his feline eyes spelling distrust.

"We have a written order from Mammon," the blond-haired soldier said with a stern voice.

"Then let's see it" Baal demanded, squinting his eyes at him. The man handed the paper. "Very well. The lady will be with you shortly."

When Yoongi stepped into the room the curtains were closed and the girl's slow deep breaths could be heard. When he approached the bed the demon could see with his strong sight the smooth skin on her shoulder peeking from under the sheet.

He felt terrible. Once he awakened her she would be gone. Baal reached out and caressed Y/N's face. "Y/N. Wake up." He shook her softly and she began to stir.

"What?" Her voice came out raspy and heavy with sleep.

"They're here. You have to go see the King."

"Noo…" she whined and turned around.

It took a lot of persuasion to make her get up and prepare for the trip.

The soldiers waited patiently outside for the girl.

When the front door opened she walked out with Yoongi beside her and the butler carrying a suitcase.

"I hope I'm not going to be riding a horse," the woman said in an arrogant tone.

"Uh…" the blond soldier was at a loss. "We haven’t prepared a carriage m'lady."

Baal snickered. She was a fast learner. He intervened. "Luckily for you I have prepared one because obviously you're empty-headed imbeciles."

When everything was set and ready for them to depart the demon hugged Y/N and whispered very quietly in her ear "Don't forget what the General taught you and what we spoke about. We will be there on Thursday."

Y/N nodded and let go of the man.

"Bye. I will see you soon" she smiled but Yoongi saw the worry creeping up her features. He gave her a reassuring nod and sent the girl off.

The trip was too long for her liking. They passed through so many towns and villages. The scenery was constantly changing - buildings, fields, dense forests, rivers and whatnot.

When they reached the Palace it was already late afternoon.

Y/N stepped out of the carriage and her joints cracked loudly. "Maan… I'm so stiff after this." She complained, rolling her head to the sides to stretch her neck.

"You will relax now. The King awaits you" the blond soldier said and started walking towards the entrance.

Y/N followed him closely and when they stepped inside she saw a few people standing on the side. They bowed deeply and one of them approached the girl, the corners of his mouth moving up a bit. "King Mammon is waiting for you m'lady. He is in his study."

He led her through the place and at some point stopped in front of a black door. He knocked and raised his voice, startling the young woman.

"Your Highness, Y/N is here."

"Let her in" his honey-like voice came through the door.

When she stepped into the room her eyes became wide with awe. It was huge, the windows reached from the ceiling to the floor and the light was flooding inside. The other walls were covered in paintings, some big, some small. Inside smelled like oil paints and thinner.

Jungkook was sitting on a sofa placed next to the far window, reading a book. When Y/N walked in he stood up and smiled.

His expression contrasted with the one he showed her the first time they met. The duality…

"Y/N. You came!" He came closer and took her hand placing a soft kiss over the knuckles. She gave a small bow with her head.

"It was such a long trip. Everything hurts." She complained.

Jungkook laughed and stepped back, closing and leaving the book on the table next to him. "I live quite far away."

"May I sit?" She asked and gestured towards the sofa.

"Of course."

He called a servant and ordered him to bring some coffee and tea. The King was silent for a while and then asked "Do you like my lands?"

Y/N looked at him while leaning back and crossing her legs. "It looks like it's better maintained then what I have seen in the capital actually" she noted. Those words made the demon puff his chest out and his eyes began to shine. "I also like the fact that you have so many art pieces in the palace. They're beautiful."

"I made some of them myself," he said proudly. "Those in this room are all mine."

Y/N was genuinely impressed. "They look really professional."

"I come from a long royal line. I was a prince long ago and my father made me take lessons in painting, music, law, warfare and many more things. The one that stuck with me was the drawing."

"You do really well. I imagine if you had not become a King you would be a painter." She smiled and her eyes glided over the canvases.

They talked for a while and then Jungkook showed Y/N to her room.

"I have some paperwork to finish but you can call the maids to help you take a bath. You will have dinner with me at eight." The demon informed her and left the bedroom.

Later after she had settled in and took a bath the two women dressed the girl in a beautiful black dress.

It was short, reaching the middle of her thighs. The dress was puffy with some layers of fabric keeping it fluffed. The sleeves were long and transparent. There was a short cloak attached with golden pins to the cleavage that reached a bit below the dress. The pattern on the dress was made of embossed flowers in blue and gray colours.

Y/N was wondering if this wasn't actually made especially for her because of the way it hugged her form perfectly. It was a bit too short for her taste but she had to stick with it.

"The King likes black so he ordered this especially for you" one of the women explained as though she had read the girl’s mind. "You look like a princess m'lady."

The other maid nudged her and scolded her in a low voice "She is a princess! Didn't you hear yesterday?!"

Y/N giggled and took a final look in the mirror.

"It's time for you to go meet His Highness for dinner" one of them said and they walked out of the room.

A man guided Y/N to the dining hall.

"Lady Y/N" he announced loudly and let her inside. Jungkook turned his head towards the girl and nodded curtly.

He grinned. His choice of dress was perfect. The King felt proud of himself once more. She looked so cute in those clothes. The fabric was bouncing softly with each step Y/N took and the golden pins complimented her skin colour. The cloak was following the outline of her delicate shoulders making the King impatient, wanting to run his fingers over them.

She walked confidently towards the table and a man from the staff came to pull her chair back so the girl could sit.

"You're stunning" Jungkook complimented. "Whatever I put on you it's going to look expensive and nice. You're perfect."

Y/N laughed. It was good to have such influential and important men sway after her. The power she held over them was clouding the girl's judgement and vision on the whole situation. It was dangerous.

At certain times she felt like becoming more demon than them.

"Thank you for the present, my King" Y/N said and lowered her lids seductively.

"Of course. You're a very special guest Y/N. I have to show you what I can give and…" he clicked his teeth "see what you can give me."

There we go. He began bargaining the moment they sat at the table.

"Depends on what you want" she answered in a cold manner.

"For now I desire your company. We'll see if you can keep me entertained. I have a proposition for you" the King chuckled at the last sentence. He wanted to check how far she's willing to go to please him. He also had something else in mind that he decided to keep a secret for now.

"What is that exactly?" Y/N began eating once they had brought the appetizers.

"Let's eat first. I don't want that to spoil my meal if you decide to decline my offer."

During the dinner they didn't talk much. From time to time Jungkook was asking her about the past, what her hobbies were, how good the girl was with the scalpel and what her relations with Agares and Baal were.

Her answers were short and general because she was trying to get into less details as possible so she didn't get tangled up in the lies. Also when talking about Jin and Yoongi she made it seem like she was not that important to them and it only appeared that way at first glance.

The demon looked bored with this general small talk but it was a way to pass the time and test the waters. He wanted to check how much he could press until the woman gave in and spilled the beans. That's what they had decided on their last meeting with the other three. Y/N's stay at his palace was not only for the pleasure of Mammon but also a way to grant Corson's wish to get something about Agares.

"It's dessert time" he announced at some point gesturing to the servant to bring the last dish.

They placed a big rectangular plate in front of Y/N. On it there was a glass-like sphere and inside was a blood-red dome made of glossy cream.

"You should break it open. Inside the cake is made of strawberries and white chocolate."

"Looks delicious." Y/N was hopeless when it came to cakes and pastries. She could eat a ton.

The sphere outside broke easily with one hit of the fork. When she tasted it it turned out to be made of sugar. It was such a shame that this piece of art had to be eaten.

The demon decided that now was the perfect time to ask Y/N the thing from earlier. "You like my art, right? Those were your words a while ago" he began innocently.

"Uh… yes?" She was unsure where this was going.

"Then do you mind if I draw a picture of you?" He dropped the question unceremoniously with a shit-eating grin spread across his face.

Y/N raised a brow in disbelief. "You want to draw me?"

The man was the one having fun. Her expressions were priceless and were making Mammon wish to see more. He wanted to provoke her so she could show him how her face could change in different situations. It was a quirk of the artist inside of him. The King longed to capture each and every emotion on paper. "Yes, why not?"

"Because…" She remembered a friend of hers from school that went to study classic arts in Florence. She was really talented and knew a lot. "Okay, hear me out. Sunny was her name. She was the daughter of one of the families I stayed with" Y/N began. "She was the daughter of one of the families I stayed with long ago. The girl was a real prodigy. Her art was something else and she was always taking her time to tell me something new that she had learnt. You know as a doctor it's so interesting to hear things which are not connected to my field. It's refreshing and I can expand my knowledge that way."

Jungkook was listening carefully, slowly slipping under the girl's spell. The words were caressing his ears and sounded like a nymph's song. "She told me once that her teacher was making her draw only old people or people with unique faces and features because it was easier to get the shapes. Also Sunny said that it was more interesting for the viewer to watch that instead of the young general face of a person in their twenties."

The King hummed and nodded slightly. "She was right to some extent but also artists paint what they find inspiring or most interesting to them." He took a sip of his wine and continued with his observations. "As you saw I prefer mainly nature and animals. That's because I'm kind of bored with the faces of the people around me. At first I was drawing the girls in the harem, then some of the servants. I have a very good visual memory so I didn't need them to even pose for me but after a while it became irritating."

He remembered how he was throwing away sheet after sheet. At some point Jungkook had even tried to capture the demon forms of other demons or the horned outlines of some succubus. It was entertaining for a while but he got tired of it too.

"Then you lose interest pretty fast" her teasing voice brought him back from his memories.

"You may say so. Yes." The King agreed easily with the statement. It was a fact.

"I expect you to get bored easily with me too then" she laughed while twisting a strand of hair around her finger.

Mammon shook his head in disagreement. "I don't think so. You are different inside and out, mysterious and secretive. I doubt that even if I make a thousand paintings of you I will start to unveil what's hidden inside of you." His words were rolling off sweetly like honey, making Y/N comply unintentionally with the King's wishes. She was the one now that got absolutely enamoured by his flirty tongue.

"Okay then. You can draw me." She declared finally with a shy smile.

The eyes of the demon began to shine with child-like happiness but in a second the glint became darker and dangerous. His plan worked perfectly and now he had to finalize it. "Very well. Let's move to the room then."

"Now? Isn't it too dark for this now?"

He waved a hand in front of his face in dismissal. "My sight is perfect. I see in the darkest of places so you don't need to worry."

Later they returned to the room with the paintings hanging on the walls.

Jungkook made Y/N sit on the chair next to the sofa.

"You don't need to keep still." He said and got his pens and pad. "I will make sketches of you because a whole painting will take too much time which we don't have now and also I want to get used to your face."

The girl leaned back and nodded. "Whatever you say."

"Talk to me about something," the King urged her softly. Then he came up with an idea. "Tell me what you think of us four."

Y/N looked a bit taken aback by the demand but slowly began thinking of the day she met the Kings.

She started by telling him how their looks were completely deceiving and the behaviour was the opposite of her expectations. Mammon began making short strokes on the paper while occasionally glancing up. He caught the way her face tensed up while mentioning the intimidating aura of Namjoon.

"What about King Aamon?" She contemplated for a second.

"He is really beautiful" Y/N smiled when Jimin's god-like face appeared in her mind. "Aamon is like a fever dream. His beauty is otherworldly but his whims are making him scary" she explained while looking at her hands. Jungkook felt the sting of jealousy. Fever dream… that's how the woman perceived Jimin. He made a new sketch of her dreamy eyes and recreated the pink that dusted Y/N's cheeks.

She remembered what Taehyung told her the other day "Don't mention anyone else in any kind of context." But it was a bit too late now. She lifted her eyes to check if Jungkook was showing any signs of annoyance or anger but she saw only his blank face. He was working on his drawing without expressing any emotions.

He wouldn't give her the joy to see him angry and jealous again like when they talked in the palace. The demon decided to play along a bit more and set things in motion. It was almost midnight. "What do you think about seeing your fever dream again?" He teased and licked his lips waiting for reaction.

Y/N's eyes widened.

Jungkook laughed triumphantly at that and began sketching once more. "N-now?" She stuttered. "Is this a good idea? I thought we were having a good time just the two of us." Cold sweat began covering her palms and a chill ran down the girl's spine but she tried to hide it.

"Oh you’re selfish,” Jungkook purred. “I actually promised him to let him meet you in a casual setting," he didn't have any problems talking while drawing. Multitasking came easy to the demon.

The door opened suddenly and a sing-song voice reached Y/N's ears "Ah! Kookie, it was such a long trip." The woman froze in her spot, not daring to look back. Jungkook got up leaving his pad on the sofa.

"Jimin! So good you finally made it!" His fake surprise mixed with joy didn't go unnoticed by the girl. She could see right through their facade. It was completely obvious this was a set up.

"You're so good at this!" Aamon was flipping through the sketchbook. He stopped at the drawing of Y/N's eyes. "This one" Jimin put his finger on the paper. "Can I have it?"

The girl who was quiet the whole time lifted her gaze towards Jungkook silently begging him not to say yes. He on the other hand didn't pay any attention to her.

"No Jimin. That's mine. I want to look at it when she's gone." The taller demon snapped back unwilling to part with the picture. "I can do another one for you if you want but you can't have this."

"I see" his plump lips formed a pout but then the demon turned to Y/N with a curious look. "Can you tell me why did you have this look?" Her cheeks flushed red.

The woman was at a loss. It wasn't clear to her when exactly her nonchalant and snappy personality vanished but when those demons were looking at her that way she felt fragile and small. It was not because of their oppressive presence or anything. It was just shyness and nervousness that were rising within her.

"Well…" it was hard to confess the reason behind those glazed-over eyes. "The King was saying something and-"

"We were talking about you." Jungkook interrupted with a cheerful voice. Y/N glared at him but he just winked mischievously.

Jimin's lips formed a small o. "So our princess gets this pretty look when she thinks about me." The Kings shared a look and nodded in agreement.

Jungkook knew what the other one was planning to do and felt envy and jealousy bubbling once more but still decided to allow it. Jimin saw the resolve and decided to act before the moment was gone.

"Come over here." He moved a bit, leaving some space between him and Mammon so the girl could sit.

"N-no, no. I'm okay over here" she insisted but Jungkook sent her a scolding glance, tilting his head to the side to call her over. "Okay…" a sigh fell from her lips.

Her whole body was as tense as a bare wire. The demons intentionally had left as little space as possible. Y/N was chewing on her bottom lip and fidgeting with her fingers. The silence between them was nerve-wracking for the girl and she felt her face burning once more.

The quiet was broken when Mammon spoke quietly in a low suggestive voice. "Wanna know what Y/N called you?" The King teased. The silver-haired nodded perking up. "Fever dream."

"Mmm…" Aamon moaned softly and looked at the girl. "I like the sound of that."

She was ready to die of embarrassment. The whole situation made her uncomfortable to another extent. Y/N foolishly hoped that the King of the North won't tell this to the other one but… oh well. She slowly exhaled trying to regain composure.

"Yes. I called you this." Her cockiness returned slowly and she became confident in her ability to raise shoulder to shoulder with the demons.

Jungkook frowned and Jimin sensing the displeasure of the other King pulled Y/N towards him with a conspiring look. "Now that I know this… Tell Kook what do you think of him then." He suggested placing his strong hand on Y/N's chin to turn her head towards the other demon.

Nothing of her previous modesty was left once the band snapped. She leaned into Jimin's touch and smiled.

Taehyung had advised her to be herself. The young woman knew that this meant only one thing - do what you did when you were in the human world.

"King Mammon seems really intimidating" she began "he is quite greedy and selfish but that means that maybe he will manage to keep looking only at me." The suggestive pose she had taken in Jimin's arms made Jungkook shift in his place. He became restless. "I want Kookie to have eyes only for me" she pouted and looked up to the demon holding her. Jungkook scoffed, then poked the inside of his cheek with tongue.

"Such a cute doll. I think I chose right when I decided to bring her to you" the silver-haired demon licked his teeth showing his canines.

Getting impatient, Mammon reached towards Y/N and unclasped the pins holding the cloak in place. The fabric slipped off revealing her soft skin. Her senses were heightened and when the warm air touched her skin she shivered unintentionally.

Jimin licked his lips and looked at the man sitting across. He was completely entranced. The girl acted first - she reached one hand towards the demon in the front and one towards the one in the back. Her fingers faced in their hair and pulled them in her direction.

They sucked in a sharp breath.

The tables were slowly turning - at first it was them who tried to play her around but now Y/N was getting the upper hand. She was going to try the reach of her abilities. It was supposed to be like willpower, she wishes for something and with the help of some unseen force it was going to become true maybe.

Her eyes were hooded and shined dangerously in the light of the lamps. Y/N smiled innocently, holding both men close. They were waiting with bated breaths for her to speak again. “You know… I’m the jealous type. I know that each one of you has many girls to have fun with but…” the woman squeezed at the roots and Jimin purred with excitement while Jungkook’s nostrils flared up. “I hate being the second best. You can call me greedy” the word was used intentionally to agitate Mammon even more “but I really want you to see only me. I want to be the King’s muse and Jimin’s doll.”

The young woman liked to be treated like royalty and now she was seeing a nice opportunity. If she played her cards well she could become more than just a human with some undefined supernatural abilities.

In the back of her mind a weak voice was screaming not to do this, to think of Yoongi and what she promised him about keeping away from trouble but she ignored it completely. “For some reason King Corson and King Alastor see me differently than you and it makes me sad.” Y/N faked a heartbroken expression and released both men simultaneously placing her hands in her lap.

“We can’t speak about their behaviour” Jungkook said and grabbed his pad again ready to recreate the girl’s sad eyes.

Jimin nodded and added “... but we can make you feel like the princess you are.” He averted his eyes to Mammon and demanded “I want that picture Kookie.” It was the voice of a person who wouldn’t tolerate any objections. The King hummed without paying much attention and got to work.

They were quiet for a while - Y/N leaning on the headrest of the sofa facing the demon who was concentrating on the sketch and the other peeking over her shoulder checking on the progress.

The girl hoped that voicing her wish and the strong desire for success were going to change the outcome in her favour.

Exhaustion began settling in. The soft scratching produced by the pen gliding over the paper was lulling Y/N to sleep. Her eyes were opening too slow now and the lids felt heavy. Before slipping completely into the dreamland she glanced up at Jungkook and smiled “This is a pretty picture of me…” the girl mumbled.

Strong hands were carrying her through the silent hallways.

Y/N was feeling comfortable and snuggled even closer into the man’s chest. Indiscernible male voices were reaching her ears but in her half-asleep state she couldn’t care less about those.

The soft mattress shaped itself around the girl’s body.

She began to stir which made the two Kings hurry to get out of the room before they woke her up. On their way out one sentence got stuck in Y/N’s hazy mind:

“We’ll see how Agares and Baal will behave on Thursday, maybe they’ll slip in her presence.” Jimin turned to the other demon, reaching for the handle.

“I really wanted the things to get back to how they were,” Jungkook said solemnly and closed the door behind him leaving Y/N in the darkness of the night.

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[ddaengyoonmin]

-Hotel For Demons- (Intro)

Pairing: eventual ot7 x reader; the first few chapters are very Yoongi x reader centric.

Warnings/tags:  Stripping, teasing, gambling, mentions of some dark/mob activity

( eventual )Smut-angst-fluff

Summary:  You work as a stripper at an extremely secretive casino resort that caters to people of a dark nature.  You are used to strange and ignoring your fears.  Yet one night a man, more scary and more intriguing than any other seems to grow fond of you while you dance.  You play a game with him that takes you away from everything you’ve known and into an even darker world than you’d ever known...and now he’s calling you his wife.

a/n: (this is very unedited sry for typos and things if they appear) taken some inspiration from the anime ‘Kakuriyo: Bed & Breakfast for Spirits.’  It starts out a bit dark but it's going to be a lot more lighthearted in some chapters.  Once I get the initial set up to the story, this fic will just be a bunch of short episode like stories with y/n having different moments with each member or a few members, not always directly connected to future chapters or the chapter before, just set in the same world.  Let me know what you think!!

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It felt to the men in the crowd like they were hypnotized watching you.

You were the one hypnotized though, by the music, and by the thudding of the bass in rap song you’d picked for your dance vibrating through the club.

You could feel it in your chest, each thump pushing your hips forward as you grinded against the pole, sticking your ass out as you jumped onto the pole and spun.  You swore you heard one man in the crowd gasp as you did.

The purple stage lights flashed to blue as the song hit a slower beat.  You slid down the pole slowly, your hands gently moving down to the floor with the rest of your body.

As you continued on with your floor work you could practically feel the eyes of one man in particular sitting on you with an almost unblinking stare.

You could only see his eyes, the lower half of his face was covered by a black mask with a pattern that made it look like blood was dripping all over it in a very cartoonish way.

It wasn’t uncommon for people to wear masks like that here, but his was quite an interesting choice.

You could see bits of black hair peeking through his black jacket’s hood, which was also strange.  He seemed so secretive with his appearance.  Maybe that's what was giving him the confidence to stare at you so obviously.  

Most men tended to get shy when you stared them down.

 No...maybe he really hadn’t blinked once…

You realized you’d been focusing on him a bit too long and quickly danced your way to facing away from him.

Though you couldn’t escape the powerful gaze that you felt on your backside the entire time.

You knew the ending of your song was coming up and you took to the pole again to finish the dance.

It might have been obvious to everyone in the club that whether it was intentional or subconscious, you had started dancing for him.  

When you ended your dance, the last step you took had you facing right at him, chest heaving from putting a bit of extra effort into your moves than usual.

You weren’t sure why, it didn’t make sense.  You never usually got this worked up over someone in the audience, but his attention was exciting.

Some men clapped, and a few threw some money on the stage.  You gave a twinkle wave to no one in general as you turned to walk back to the dressing rooms behind the stage.

The girl that would come out and collect your money off the stage for you squeezed your shoulder as you walked by and gave you a smile.

“I haven’t seen you perform like that in forever!” she praised loudly over the song that was playing while they set up for the next dancer.

You mouthed a thank you and from the corner of your eye you caught the mysterious man standing up from the table and leaving.

Your heart dropped a little bit.  You had a second song still later that a part of you had hoped he’d have stuck around for.  He hadn’t even paid you.  He paid the entry fee to enter the strip club area of the casino resort, bought one drink, watched just your song, and left.

It was strange.

You were used to odd people.  Sometimes even dangerous people.  The casino you worked at catered to a very particular crowd of very rich men.

They weren’t the type of rich men you’d see on the news or in magazines.  They were all a very secretive type.  You were told when you’d been hired two years ago that you weren’t ever to ask the men about what they did for a living.  

It always made you wonder, but it never bothered you.  The amount of money in their wallets was enough to make you not need to read too deeply into any of it.  Why mess up a good thing.

It's not that you only cared about money...but everyone has their amount.  Everyone has a number to where they’ll turn their eyes the other way.

At least that's what your boss had told you the first time he’d sat you down in his office and handed you a blank check with his name already signed on it.

The day that you’d seen something that you never want to think about again.

Now you don’t have to.  

Aside from the anomaly that was that man today, the diamonds on your wrists that would dance while you did were enough of a distraction from the things you’d seen.

With some of the things you’d witnessed go down in this casino you were glad that your number was as high as it was.

When it was well past 3 in the morning and your shift was done you put on your coat and began to walk towards the main entrance of the building to leave.  Almost everyone besides those who worked there had left for the night, either returning to their hotel rooms or getting up to some business you’d rather not think about.

Just before you’d walked past the last of the blackjack tables you heard a voice call out to you.

“y/n right?”

A chill ran down your spine.  You never used your real name at the club, it was a rule that you’d never tell customers your real name.

Your head whipped around to see that same man from earlier sat down alone at the table, shuffling through a deck of cards.

On closer look the cards were definitely not ones from your casino, almost as if he’d brought his own with him, another rule broken.

“No…” You lied. “You must be confused.”

You heard a chuckle from behind the mask. “I’m never confused.  Sit down.”

He spoke so sternly and with a low gravel that spiked some fear into your body.

But you sat anyway.  Maybe it was fear of what he’d do if you said no, but more likely it was that you were still wildly intrigued by this strange man.

“How do you know me?” You spoke as you sat down in the seat across from where he sat in the dealers chair.

“That's not important right now.” He muttered. “Want to play a game?” He spoke those words with such a smooth and beautiful compelling tone.  

“Why not.” You decided, shifting in your seat and trying to get a better eye on the cards he was still shuffling through.

You wished you could see behind his mask, but all you could see was a mischievous glint in his eyes.

He laid out three cards in front of you face down.  They were black with the images of blood dripping down them, the same as his mask.

“Pick one.” He demanded.

“Shouldn’t I know the rules first?” You cocked an eyebrow at him.

“Rules don’t really matter here do they. Surely you know that better than anyone.” He replied.

“There are some rules that matter.” You debated.  “Like you calling me by my real name.”

“Not to me.” He then tapped on the table in front of him with a closed fist. “Pick a card.”

You sighed and figured ‘What's the worst that could happen.’

You stared at the cards in front of you, not sure if it even made a difference which one you’d pick, but still, you studied them before finally pointing to the one in the middle.

He then reached out and flipped the card, revealing a very detailed drawing of two golden rings intertwined together.

He seemed to sigh a big exhale of relief.  

“Good.” he muttered.

“That's good? For me, or you? What game are we playing here!” You were starting to get frustrated.

He then flipped over the other two cards, revealing one that was a painting of a gravestone, and one that was a painting of flames.

“Good for both of us.” You could almost hear the smile in his voice, though you were only growing more confused.

“Pick up your card.  Don’t touch the other ones.” He ordered.  

With a small huff you listened to him, grabbing the card with the rings on it.

“In both hands.”

“Why?”

“Just do it.” he seemed to growl in an almost inhuman way.

Your fear now made your blood run cold, you didn’t want to anger him so you did as he said instantly.

As soon as you did, you felt a rush of wind hit you from behind.  It was so strong the other two cards flew off the table.  The man stood there with his arms crossed and started laughing a maniacal laugh.

The whole table then seemed to start to spin, you wanted to grip onto something but your hands seemed to be glued to the card you held.

Everything got faster and more blurry, everything except him.  Before you could comprehend how, it seemed that the whole place you’d been in was starting to fade away into a bright white light.

As the spinning movements quickened you squeezed your eyes shut tightly and let out a small scream.

It only lasted a few more seconds before you felt everything still.

“Open your eyes.” His voice spoke to you much softer.

Slowly you did, opening up to a sight you were not expecting to see.

You were now in a large room with wooden floors and a wooden ceiling.  Lots of art and architecture that seemed to be at least a thousand years before your own. It was very decorative and ornate, it seemed almost like a palace.

“Welcome to your home my wife.”

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Chapter 4

Title: Those Evil Ways

Pairing: OT7 x Y/N (female reader)

Genre: supernatural au, medical, fluff, angst, eventual smut, war

Word count: 9.700 ~ (sorry, sorry, I got carried away this time)

Characters: Demons!BTS, human reader (with special abilities later in the story)

Warnings: pinning, some swearing, demon references, angst for everyone, flirting, making out, marking (bitemarks, hickeys), Y/N is a bit insecure, a dash of self-depreciation, mentioning of blood (as in Yoongi cries with bloody tears, nothing more), some liquor consumption (nothing major is happening connected to it), fluffy bits, if I have missed something please send a pigeon 😅❤️

Summary: Y/N is a third year medical student going through life like others do. On one unfortunate night she gets in unexpected contact with otherworldly beings who drag her into their world of violence, war and fight for power.

Author’s note: Ah…! It’s so hard to describe the clothing Y/N is wearing. I have the perfect image in my mind and then when I try to describe it the whole thing feels tacky and I don’t even know if you can imagine the outfits well. Sorry for that!! 😅

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The events from last night put a gap of weirdness between the demons and Y/N. When Yoongi and the girl met in the morning for breakfast they silently nodded to each other for greeting and sat at the table to eat.

"Do you have any plans for today?" The man asked in a low hushed voice while looking at his plate.

"Uhm…" she sounded surprised at the sudden question that broke the silence. "I have a training session today and I wanted to talk to Taehyung about the meeting with the Kings. I want to strategize."

"Strategize? What for?"

The whole thing made him uncomfortable. She was behaving kind of cold and distant. The demon didn't know how to approach the situation. It was easy to call some girls from the harem, have fun and then leave. He had never had a relationship because it was messy and unnecessary, he was a higher demon after all. Yoongi had so many things to take care of that adding one more to the equation would be too much. It was easier to fool around and forget about it but this? They were building a relationship and trying to trust each other. The events from last night put a spoke in the wheel so to speak. What was he supposed to do now especially when Y/N was behaving that way? He didn't see where the problem lay.

"For the ball. I need to know how to approach them so I can get more information out of the Kings. How to get closer without making them suspicious." She stopped and looked out of the window deep in thought. "They’re probably going to try the same on me - try to get to know me better, make me spill some tea on you and Jin. The Kings are curious why are you keeping me so close."

Yoongi frowned and dropped his fork on the table. It produced a small sound that made Y/N turn around and look at him disapprovingly. "Why do you need to talk to him especially? Am I not enough?" He was offended and not trying to hide it.

"Don't be a baby," she scolded. This was ridiculous. "You're biased. Jin too. You can't come up with something which is going to be rational. Your first priority will be" she squeezed her index and middle finger in a sign of inverted commas mocking the demon "Oh! We should keep her safe!" Y/N’s voice dropped in a weird way trying to copy that of Yoongi.

"Of course! Because that's the smart thing to do!" He slammed his hand flat on the table. "You're our only advantage! You're the thing that keeps us going because you can make our plan a reality!"

Those words pierced through the young woman like knives. It sounded like she was just the mean of obtaining what they wanted. She didn't say anything but her face became a saddened mask of disappointment.

"Y/N… don't do anything that will hurt you." Yoongi added, adopting a calmer tone.

"You will be there. Why do you care what I will do or who will I speak with?" She gritted her teeth angrily. "You will be there to stand in my way and prevent me from doing my thing anyway."

"I might not be there…" he was right. No invitation had arrived in the morning. He might not get one even though there were still a few days before the event.

"Whatever. I lost my appetite" Y/N rose from her seat causing the chair to slide back and make a screeching sound. "I will be in my room before the training if you need your tool" she spat out and threw the white napkin angrily on the table.

The demon sighed. It was so hard to behave the way she wanted him to. The only thing Yoongi hoped for was that the General would discourage the girl from setting her plan into motion. Hard but still doable…

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"You actually want to do that?" Taehyung asked with a raised brow. He didn't care much about what she did but it was his duty to inform Y/N of the possible outcomes - good or bad. "It's risky." He added.

"I know but I can't just stand there the whole night looking pretty and empty-headed. They are planning something. I want to know what" she was relentless.

"You must know that this..." he gestured between them visualizing the conversation "this is treason. I can't tell you shit about them. They made me who I am. The Kings acknowledged my skills and experience." He was not sure if they could even discuss this in an open public space.

"I'm not asking you to betray them" Y/N said dryly. "I'm asking how to obtain information which they won't give me either way no matter how politely I ask." It was a fact and as the smart girl she was she was perfectly aware of it.

The general sighed with a pained expression and rubbed his forehead. Such a pain in the ass…

"Let's talk later. The walls have ears here. I will wait for you for dinner." He sat on the nearby bench taking a sip of his water bottle.

"I don't know where you live," she answered with a pout. This was getting ridiculously hard - go there, do this, don't say that.

"Yoongi knows."

"I'm not on good terms with him now" Y/N looked away, fury starting to rise within her again, remembering his words from the morning.

The night before she was drunk, the demons were too. They had played this game knowing the consequences and the complications that it might bring.

The only issue was that Y/N couldn't understand it was her creating problems where there were none to begin with. The demons cared for her - yes - but they wouldn't start troubling themselves with the same thoughts like she did. They didn't think Oh what's going to happen now that we did this? or What are they going to think of me? or How am I going to be able to look at them the same way? No. They enjoyed the game, enjoyed her, drank to their hearts’ content and got even closer to the girl which made them extremely satisfied. The difference was that Yoongi and Jin were demons, they saw the world from a different perspective and enjoyed what's coming without thinking about useless things. Y/N on the other hand was a human. It's in the humans' nature to overthink and get dramatic and stress unnecessarily.

"Oh. Not on good terms?" Tae smirked. He was getting the gist. There was only one thing to do… "So you did the deed I presume?" He teased and stood up getting closer, way too close to be acceptable.

"Uh…" Y/N's jaw dropped open. How to respond to that? He was… "N-no. Not really" she stuttered, unable to think and move even though he was getting into her personal space. She could sense his perfume. The General smelled nice like wood and freshly cut grapefruit.

"Then what?" His voice became a low rumble and his lips stretched into a side smile.

"We just…" she looked at her feet, that face of hers betraying the thoughts running through Y/N's mind. And then in the next second... the magic was broken. The young woman snapped "What is this exactly?" She looked up straight into his eyes and huffed. "I hope you're not a pervert like them."

He laughed wholeheartedly genuinely enjoying the way the girl got flustered and became a mumbling mess. Taehyung knew well how to use his charms and sweep the people off their feet left and right. "Depends. I can be even more" he winked and turned around raising his hands while shrugging. He sat on the bench again. "Okay let's talk business. Eight sharp. A carriage will wait for you at Yoongi's residence."

They said their goodbyes and Y/N left.

Taehyung stayed behind to get the training hall in order before leaving and the whole time he was thinking of Y/N. The girl had plagued his mind since the moment she stepped foot in here. It was nothing particular, nothing sexual or nasty, more like he felt a sense of duty towards her. Also the demon found Y/N's character to be quite close to his when he was younger.

She was interesting, a bit lame at times but sharp and intelligent. They have had about ten sessions and even though he was not close to her in any way or cared much about what the girl did, the demon was feeling a strange force pulling him towards her. He couldn't stop it. The General was starting to believe Yoongi's words "She is special, Tae. This girl is so powerful she can flip worlds over." Taehyung didn't know what that meant exactly but was ready to accept the unexplainable. He could feel it in his gut - there was truth in Baal's words. It was his new challenge to find out what was so unique about this woman.

Before she went out later that night Yoongi stood at the top of the grand staircase looking disapprovingly in her direction. He didn't fancy the fact she was constantly leaving the grounds without his guards. The woman knew it was dangerous but had things to do and people to meet so to say.

Before closing the door behind her Y/N had looked back at Yoongi giving him a small reassuring smile. His face was still a blank mask but the demon's heart had twitched with concern…

Y/N was ready to meet the demon. When she arrived everything was set and waiting for her.

"So do you want some roasted duck or sirloin venison?" Taehyung asked and Y/N glanced at the servant waiting patiently at her side. She had never tried deer meat. It sounded so exotic to her.

"Okay, let's try the sirloin" she nodded and the man got closer to the table reaching to cut a nice piece for her. "Smells nice. Thank you." The servant gave her a puzzled look after he received the words of gratitude.

The demon cleared his throat and waved off the man.

"Do you want to talk now or do you want to leave it for later?" He asked while chewing with delight.

"Later" Y/N answered and began eating without saying anything else. Gaap laughed and became quiet too, enjoying his own meal.

"You know it's comfortable to speak with someone who doesn't fear you or has to speak to you formally," Tae noted and took a sip of his drink. "You're different. I get why Jin and Yoongi keep you so close to them. You're like a breath of fresh air" the demon exhaled dramatically and leaned back in his chair. Y/N frowned at those words.

"You don't know me. How can you say that?" She was starting to get the whole deal with her powers. The young woman was seeing how the demons were slowly growing attached to her and longing for her presence. She didn't know how exactly it was happening but her spark was doing it. At some point in the beginning the student thought that it was just her imagination going wild or a mere coincidence. Now she was beginning to understand. Her powers were starting to work properly. The issue now was how to make the mojo bend to her will.

"I see clearly that you're not from around. I can tell that you're probably lying a lot because of the way you keep your guard up at all times." Their eyes met and the General sent her a challenging look. "Also my guess is that you've even lied to the Kings. Am I right?" His tone became dangerous and menacing. Y/N didn't give in to the intimidation. She felt like her nerves and willpower were made of steel.

"I have. So what?" The woman answered unapologetically. No point in hiding now.

"I really admire you." Taehyung stood up and walked around the table. When he reached Y/N's side he leaned on the edge. "Let's talk. Tell me what you want to know, girl?"

"Ah… finally." She let out a satisfied huff and smiled. "You see… I'm invited to this ball on Thursday. King Jungkook has taken a liking to me and wants me to accompany him that night."

"Really?" Taehyung seemed surprised. "I thought he decided to take a break from the physical pleasures."

"I don't know about that but hear me out" she continued. "I need to get on his good side which as I see won't be a problem but I have to make him talk. Yoongi thinks that they're planning something against Jin for some reason."

The General nodded. He was there when they had this nasty standoff a few weeks back. Jin crossed a line with them then. Even though he had learnt patience Agares still managed to get on his nerves sometimes when his temper was getting the best of him.

"Also I want to know what they are going to do with me. The thing is that I can't just flat out ask them about it. I just don't know what I should do." Her demeanor changed slightly making the girl look lost. "I don't plan on harming anyone" she quickly explained "just… I need to get a hold of the whole situation because I'm in the dark. Everything moves so fast. Thanks to Jin I got dragged into this mess and I need some heads up."

Taehyung stood there looking at her silently contemplating what exactly he should tell her. This needed to be done in a sensible way, not giving out too much information but still satisfying her. "Then let me tell you this. I've been a General in the academy and leading the legions for decades now. I know those men well and the first, most important thing is that if they don't want to tell you something - they won't. Never pressure any of the four. I guarantee you that they can see right through every scheme and plan. They are our Kings for a reason."

He continued explaining how they rose to power, how they deal with problems and such. "Obviously each one of them has his weakness but this I won't tell you. I'm loyal to them and won't betray the Kings. Your situation is unorthodox" he said and poured some more liquor in his glass. "I have never given an advice like this to anyone. My bet is that you will be able to sway Jungkook only if you behave like you normally do. He hates mediocre and average things. That's why he declines everything physical from the girls in his harem, he got bored with them. They were too similar, doing one and the same thing every time, completely giving themselves to the King." Taehyung's lips stretched wide into a pretty boxy smile that made Y/N suck in a sharp breath and her eyes became glossy for a second. He was just as handsome as the other six. So unfair. "From what you told me I know that he wants to have you, I'm also sure that the other three want you just as bad. The thing is that they will try to keep their distance because of their rules" Y/N tilted her head to the side. Rules? So many new things, her head was starting to hurt. The demon was definitely keeping his word when he promised to help her.

"I won’t explain everything to you. Not now at least" he added when he saw her confused expression. It was so fun to have someone who didn't know shit about this place. "My advice - keep doing you. Don't try to become someone else, don't try to flatter Jungkook like the girls from the harem" Taehyung bit his lip deep in thought. He felt like he was forgetting something. "Ah!" He raised a finger in the air. "Don't talk about anyone else in any kind of context. He gets really competitive and irrational when he feels like he is given a run for his money."

Y/N shook her head remembering the day they met and how Jungkook got mad when she kept on mentioning Jin and Yoongi. Now the things were beginning to make sense. He went on. "If the other Kings want you to join them, don't refuse but tell Jungkook beforehand. Get his permission. This will soften him towards you." He stopped for a while looking around the room. "This is all I can tell you. I hope you will succeed in getting what you want" he said finally and sat back down in his place.

"Will you be there?" Y/N asked in a hopeful voice. She wasn't sure why exactly this question popped in her mind but the girl needed someone close to her to be there. Agares and Baal still haven't received any letters from the Palace and she hoped that Tae will attend.

"You're so sweet, little girl" he clenched his first under the table. She was making him feel an irrational desire. He wanted to hear more of those needy words. "Yes. I will be there. I got an invitation today in the morning before our meeting."

Y/N released the breath she was holding in anticipation. She was relieved. A familiar face would be there, someone she could hypothetically rely on if things got messy.

"I think that concludes our meeting for tonight," the demon said.

"Yes. Thank you for your help. I appreciate it. Truly." Y/N put her hands in her lap and slightly bowed her head. "I will see you there."

"Yes. Till our next meeting."

The next morning Y/N met Yoongi again in the dining hall for breakfast. The tension was still there.

"Good morning" he said, hoping that she had gotten over their argument from yesterday.

"Good morning to you too." The young woman sat down and the servants immediately brought her a plate full of fruits and sweets.

"Did your meeting yesterday go well?"

Y/N looked up trying to figure out if this question was asked because of curiosity or concern. Yoongi had a look of something in between.

"Yes. I got some useful tips from Tae." She said with a light tone not trying to hide anything. "He was nice enough to provide me with insight and give me advice." The plate was so beautifully arranged that she didn't want to eat from it and mess it up. "Thanks to the General I know what to do now" a pointed look was sent Yoongi's way. He rolled his eyes. She really could hold grudges.

"I'm happy to hear that. On the other hand I'm afraid that something might happen to you. I know that it's annoying to always hear that but I have to say it." Yoongi added and took a big gulp of his coffee. Those words made her lose her mind immediately.

That was her last straw.

She slammed her fork on the table and her cheeks and eyes became reddish from all the blood rushing to her head because of the anger. "I'm so sick of hearing that!" She shouted.

The servants immediately scurried away when they felt a new argument was coming.

"I'm sick of this overprotective and suffocating behaviour! You know it would have been okay if it was genuine but I know it's not" she raged. Finally everything was coming to light and there was no better time than now to give Yoongi a piece of her mind. Baal on the other hand was caught completely off guard. He didn't expect things to go South so quickly. "I'm not stupid you know?! The way you and Jin speak about me it's like I'm some prized possession that you need to keep clean and unblemished. I'm not a tool for you to just use and throw away later!" Y/N's eyes began to fill with tears.

"When-when did we say something like this?" Yoongi asked in confusion. He never thought that his words would be interpreted in such a way.

"Don't play dumb with me!" Her voice boomed through the room ringing in the man's years. "You always talk about me being the only way to achieve your goals. I'm not an object! Maybe I'm sick of this attitude. Maybe the Kings will treat me better!" At those words the demon gritted his teeth.

"Don't go there" he warned, his hands trembling slightly with annoyance. "Don't say that" he whispered but the woman wouldn't stop.

"At least I know what their intentions are. They don't hide shit from me like you do and pretend to be all nice and caring!" The rage seeped out of her every pore and Yoongi could taste the bitterness of it. "You just want to use me to get something and then you will discard me!" Yoongi couldn't believe her words. He was completely stunned and unable to say anything. His mouth was slightly hanging, his eyes - wide open. Y/N continued unbothered, her brows furrowing more and more and her chin trembled dangerously at every words "Jin called me a tool, you never fail to remind me how special and needed I am and that I need care" the young woman laughed with a sour face "but it's not because you care that much. Oh no. It's because of my abilities."

A sharp cry tore the air and Y/N buried her face in her hands. She felt so lonely here even though the demons were never leaving her side. In her world she was used to being alone because she chose so and didn't have much of an option either way. But here the girl felt out of her comfort zone and there was this need to have someone she could lean on.

Yoongi hated it so much when she cried. His heart was bleeding when he was seeing that broken posture of hers and the hot tears burning Y/N’s cheeks. Baal sprang to his feet and kneeled on the side of her chair. "Look at me" he demanded in a soft voice and tried to pry her hands away but she didn't budge. "Y/N! Look at me!" His tone was firm and he used the demon strength to overcome the resistance. When she turned to look at him her face was wet and flushed. Y/N's eyes were filled with rage and so much pain. "I'm so sorry" Yoongi whispered and placed his hands on her cheeks wiping away the tears.

He pulled her down off the chair and the student fell apart in his strong arms crying more. "I don't see you as an object or whatever else you said. How can you even think that?" He began, his own voice shaky. "I care deeply for you. I didn't want to bring you here in the first place but Agares ordered me to. Those years of teaching in the university seemed so pointless to me but after I saw you…" Baal inhaled her scent. "You're so driven, working hard. I want to take you back and leave you in peace even if that means I will never see you again."

Hearing those words made Y/N cry even harder digging her nails in his shoulders. "I want to go home," she sobbed. Yoongi closed his eyes, feeling something weird behind his lids.

"Don't cry, please" he begged, holding on to her for dear life, both of them sitting on the floor near the table. "Don't cry," the demon repeated.

Y/N lifted her head up to look at him and saw something that made her heart stop.

One red tear had escaped his eye. "What's wrong?" She rasped and gave him a concerned look. "You're bleeding. This is blood."

Yoongi opened his eyes and wiped at his face. The demons were not supposed to cry. There were those entities who could do it but it was connected to their abilities. That's why he was bleeding when he cried. It was the first time that happened so he was surprised himself.

"That's how I cry…" he smiled tiredly. "We don't cry so that's why instead we bleed."

Y/N felt sad. Everything about the demon's existence seemed incredibly heartbreaking to her. He was constantly on the move, taking orders from his superiors, taking care of everything that needed to be done, struggling with the humanity that was trying to creep into his soul and the weird physiology preventing Yoongi from expressing himself the way he wanted to. Y/N sucked a breath and covered her mouth with a hand, her eyes filling up again.

"No, no, no" the cat-eyed demon pleaded, his face contorting with nervousness. "Don't. Please calm down."

"I'm sorry Yoongi" the girl broke down again and bit her lip. "I'll try my best to stay away from trouble so I don't burden you with-"

"Stop that" he snapped and hugged her tightly, shutting the girl up. "You're like a ray of light here. You don't burden me, that's why I want to keep you safe. I can't lose you." His voice lowered and the demon ran his fingers through Y/N's hair. "You're not a tool. I feel like I will fall apart if you go somewhere else." He felt terrible for telling her this. Yoongi was overwhelmed with emotions and struggled to express them. "You're making me feel strange. So disgustingly human and at the same time I like it because I'm getting closer to you."

Y/N glanced up at the man through tears. Silence fell and the next thing happened naturally. Baal's gaze dropped to her lips and the atmosphere became heavy.

The student froze in her place. Her mind went blank and the only logical thing to her was to close the distance between them that seemed too big. She didn't know who moved first but the moment that their lips touched it didn't matter much.

The kiss was soft, a bit cautious, even timid. When Yoongi pressed his body into Y/N's she moaned softly. Her lips parted and he used the moment to slip his tongue in. The girl trembled slightly and rose to her knees. She spread her legs apart, kind of straddling the man sitting below her.

Baal wrapped his arms around the young woman's tiny waist. "You're like a doll. So pretty, so fragile, so pure and tender" he whispered and gave her upper lip a tiny lick. "I fear that my demon soul will corrupt you. Ruin you…" his grip tightening ever so slightly while he talked. "It's like I have two men inside me fighting for power," he explained.

"What do you mean?" Y/N sent him a quizzical look.

"One side of me wants to ruin you. The other…" Yoongi let out a weary sigh "it wants to be tender and baby you. It's so hard for me to balance them."

Y/N giggled and lowered herself next to Yoongi's ear. "You know… maybe I want you to ruin me. The other night you felt how ready I was for you. You were restrained by this bet with Jin, it was such a shame." She purred and buried her fingers in Yoongi's hair, squeezing it. The demon hissed and his pupils became tiny slits. "I wanted to ride you and break the bet. Make your Master jealous to the bone." Filth poured softly out of her mouth and the demon wondered how is that possible - to speak in such a beautiful voice but say those nasty things.

Yoongi growled and kissed the girl again. This time it was urgent and full of confidence. Y/N felt the heat pooling low in her belly. The man latched to her neck sucking and biting, leaving traces of his passion on the way.

A soft knock tore them out of their daze.

Baal's head snapped in the direction of the door.

"What?!" He shouted with irritation.

"Master" a female voice called from the other side "there is a letter for you!"

Yoongi jumped to his feet with trepidation. "This better be the thing I'm expecting" he mumbled.

He opened the door not caring the slightest about his disheveled look and took the envelope from the woman. It had the seal of the Kings. His eyes widened and he ran back to Y/N to open it.

"What is it?" She asked impatiently.

"It's from them," the demon whispered back. "Let me open it."

He tore the letter open and unfolded the paper. She noticed the thickness and high quality of it. Without seeing the black seal on the top just by touching the sheet she could guess it came from the Palace.

Yoongi began reading.

"To Baal, sin of Sloth,

The letter sent is to be taken as an invitation for a ball which is going to take place at King Mammon's palace on Thursday. The King forbids any of the guests to appear in their human or full demon form. They should maintain a mid-shift appearance throughout the whole event.

The guests will be officials and higher-ups only from the demon society. It's a special gathering in which the King will introduce a new companion to his subjects.

Attire: formal, black/golden

(The guests are forbidden to bring their household servants. They will be taken care of by the staff in the palace.

If a companion is to be taken to the event, please send an informative letter back to the Main Palace in the capital.)

King Mammon of the North

Sin of Greed"

"Wow. That was so formal" Y/N gasped. "So unnecessary. He could've just written `

'Hey come to this gathering on Thursday.' "

Yoongi shook his head and placed the letter on the table. "He is a King. He needs to be formal."

Y/N looked at the demon whose face had an annoyed expression plastered on it. "I thought you wanted to go. What's wrong now?" she frowned.

"He mentioned you in the invitation. Now everyone will expect to see you. I don't like that. You will have to lie again and again about who you are."

She bared her teeth in an exaggerated wide smile "I will lie then. No worries."

"That's not the problem. Some of us have the ability to access others' minds and memories. There is a good and a bad thing. The good - you have some kind of a barrier that prevents the creatures of Doordale from influencing you in any way. Jin tried in the beginning but didn't succeed in his attempt, which is fine."

Y/N crossed her arms and frowned "Let's hear the bad then."

The demon scratched the back of his head. "The bad thing - I will be there, probably Jin too. We can't stop them from reaching into our minds. We'll have to keep our thoughts clean which will be a pain in the ass."

The girl hummed, finally getting why Jungkook sent the invitation in the first place. "So low of them. I bet the King will try to get some information about me and you without us even knowing it. I'm assuming that he wouldn't have invited you otherwise."

Yoongi laughed bitterly. "Exactly. He probably thinks that we will be thrilled to be at your side and forget about everything else."

"We have to see Jin." Y/N said finally and Baal agreed silently.

…

Jin had received his letter the same day as Yoongi. He was way more relaxed than the cat-eyed demon about the whole thing which made the latter huff in annoyance. In the beginning the two men argued a bit about this laid-back attitude of Agares but got tired of the constant back-and-forth and stopped after a while.

The next day passed in hasty preparations for the ball. When they weren't together to plan and talk Y/N was taking strolls in the garden in Baal's residence and sparred with Taehyung. The two were growing closer but this didn't bother Yoongi in the slightest for some unknown reason.

Tuesday

Early that morning before the sun had even risen two men on horses arrived at Yoongi’s mansion. They introduced themselves as soldiers from the Northern parts coming to escort Y/N to their King.

Baal gave them a once-over, his feline eyes spelling distrust.

"We have a written order from Mammon," the blond-haired soldier said with a stern voice.

"Then let's see it" Baal demanded, squinting his eyes at him. The man handed the paper. "Very well. The lady will be with you shortly."

When Yoongi stepped into the room the curtains were closed and the girl's slow deep breaths could be heard. When he approached the bed the demon could see with his strong sight the smooth skin on her shoulder peeking from under the sheet.

He felt terrible. Once he awakened her she would be gone. Baal reached out and caressed Y/N's face. "Y/N. Wake up." He shook her softly and she began to stir.

"What?" Her voice came out raspy and heavy with sleep.

"They're here. You have to go see the King."

"Noo…" she whined and turned around.

It took a lot of persuasion to make her get up and prepare for the trip.

The soldiers waited patiently outside for the girl.

When the front door opened she walked out with Yoongi beside her and the butler carrying a suitcase.

"I hope I'm not going to be riding a horse," the woman said in an arrogant tone.

"Uh…" the blond soldier was at a loss. "We haven’t prepared a carriage m'lady."

Baal snickered. She was a fast learner. He intervened. "Luckily for you I have prepared one because obviously you're empty-headed imbeciles."

When everything was set and ready for them to depart the demon hugged Y/N and whispered very quietly in her ear "Don't forget what the General taught you and what we spoke about. We will be there on Thursday."

Y/N nodded and let go of the man.

"Bye. I will see you soon" she smiled but Yoongi saw the worry creeping up her features. He gave her a reassuring nod and sent the girl off.

The trip was too long for her liking. They passed through so many towns and villages. The scenery was constantly changing - buildings, fields, dense forests, rivers and whatnot.

When they reached the Palace it was already late afternoon.

Y/N stepped out of the carriage and her joints cracked loudly. "Maan… I'm so stiff after this." She complained, rolling her head to the sides to stretch her neck.

"You will relax now. The King awaits you" the blond soldier said and started walking towards the entrance.

Y/N followed him closely and when they stepped inside she saw a few people standing on the side. They bowed deeply and one of them approached the girl, the corners of his mouth moving up a bit. "King Mammon is waiting for you m'lady. He is in his study."

He led her through the place and at some point stopped in front of a black door. He knocked and raised his voice, startling the young woman.

"Your Highness, Y/N is here."

"Let her in" his honey-like voice came through the door.

When she stepped into the room her eyes became wide with awe. It was huge, the windows reached from the ceiling to the floor and the light was flooding inside. The other walls were covered in paintings, some big, some small. Inside smelled like oil paints and thinner.

Jungkook was sitting on a sofa placed next to the far window, reading a book. When Y/N walked in he stood up and smiled.

His expression contrasted with the one he showed her the first time they met. The duality…

"Y/N. You came!" He came closer and took her hand placing a soft kiss over the knuckles. She gave a small bow with her head.

"It was such a long trip. Everything hurts." She complained.

Jungkook laughed and stepped back, closing and leaving the book on the table next to him. "I live quite far away."

"May I sit?" She asked and gestured towards the sofa.

"Of course."

He called a servant and ordered him to bring some coffee and tea. The King was silent for a while and then asked "Do you like my lands?"

Y/N looked at him while leaning back and crossing her legs. "It looks like it's better maintained then what I have seen in the capital actually" she noted. Those words made the demon puff his chest out and his eyes began to shine. "I also like the fact that you have so many art pieces in the palace. They're beautiful."

"I made some of them myself," he said proudly. "Those in this room are all mine."

Y/N was genuinely impressed. "They look really professional."

"I come from a long royal line. I was a prince long ago and my father made me take lessons in painting, music, law, warfare and many more things. The one that stuck with me was the drawing."

"You do really well. I imagine if you had not become a King you would be a painter." She smiled and her eyes glided over the canvases.

They talked for a while and then Jungkook showed Y/N to her room.

"I have some paperwork to finish but you can call the maids to help you take a bath. You will have dinner with me at eight." The demon informed her and left the bedroom.

Later after she had settled in and took a bath the two women dressed the girl in a beautiful black dress.

It was short, reaching the middle of her thighs. The dress was puffy with some layers of fabric keeping it fluffed. The sleeves were long and transparent. There was a short cloak attached with golden pins to the cleavage that reached a bit below the dress. The pattern on the dress was made of embossed flowers in blue and gray colours.

Y/N was wondering if this wasn't actually made especially for her because of the way it hugged her form perfectly. It was a bit too short for her taste but she had to stick with it.

"The King likes black so he ordered this especially for you" one of the women explained as though she had read the girl’s mind. "You look like a princess m'lady."

The other maid nudged her and scolded her in a low voice "She is a princess! Didn't you hear yesterday?!"

Y/N giggled and took a final look in the mirror.

"It's time for you to go meet His Highness for dinner" one of them said and they walked out of the room.

A man guided Y/N to the dining hall.

"Lady Y/N" he announced loudly and let her inside. Jungkook turned his head towards the girl and nodded curtly.

He grinned. His choice of dress was perfect. The King felt proud of himself once more. She looked so cute in those clothes. The fabric was bouncing softly with each step Y/N took and the golden pins complimented her skin colour. The cloak was following the outline of her delicate shoulders making the King impatient, wanting to run his fingers over them.

She walked confidently towards the table and a man from the staff came to pull her chair back so the girl could sit.

"You're stunning" Jungkook complimented. "Whatever I put on you it's going to look expensive and nice. You're perfect."

Y/N laughed. It was good to have such influential and important men sway after her. The power she held over them was clouding the girl's judgement and vision on the whole situation. It was dangerous.

At certain times she felt like becoming more demon than them.

"Thank you for the present, my King" Y/N said and lowered her lids seductively.

"Of course. You're a very special guest Y/N. I have to show you what I can give and…" he clicked his teeth "see what you can give me."

There we go. He began bargaining the moment they sat at the table.

"Depends on what you want" she answered in a cold manner.

"For now I desire your company. We'll see if you can keep me entertained. I have a proposition for you" the King chuckled at the last sentence. He wanted to check how far she's willing to go to please him. He also had something else in mind that he decided to keep a secret for now.

"What is that exactly?" Y/N began eating once they had brought the appetizers.

"Let's eat first. I don't want that to spoil my meal if you decide to decline my offer."

During the dinner they didn't talk much. From time to time Jungkook was asking her about the past, what her hobbies were, how good the girl was with the scalpel and what her relations with Agares and Baal were.

Her answers were short and general because she was trying to get into less details as possible so she didn't get tangled up in the lies. Also when talking about Jin and Yoongi she made it seem like she was not that important to them and it only appeared that way at first glance.

The demon looked bored with this general small talk but it was a way to pass the time and test the waters. He wanted to check how much he could press until the woman gave in and spilled the beans. That's what they had decided on their last meeting with the other three. Y/N's stay at his palace was not only for the pleasure of Mammon but also a way to grant Corson's wish to get something about Agares.

"It's dessert time" he announced at some point gesturing to the servant to bring the last dish.

They placed a big rectangular plate in front of Y/N. On it there was a glass-like sphere and inside was a blood-red dome made of glossy cream.

"You should break it open. Inside the cake is made of strawberries and white chocolate."

"Looks delicious." Y/N was hopeless when it came to cakes and pastries. She could eat a ton.

The sphere outside broke easily with one hit of the fork. When she tasted it it turned out to be made of sugar. It was such a shame that this piece of art had to be eaten.

The demon decided that now was the perfect time to ask Y/N the thing from earlier. "You like my art, right? Those were your words a while ago" he began innocently.

"Uh… yes?" She was unsure where this was going.

"Then do you mind if I draw a picture of you?" He dropped the question unceremoniously with a shit-eating grin spread across his face.

Y/N raised a brow in disbelief. "You want to draw me?"

The man was the one having fun. Her expressions were priceless and were making Mammon wish to see more. He wanted to provoke her so she could show him how her face could change in different situations. It was a quirk of the artist inside of him. The King longed to capture each and every emotion on paper. "Yes, why not?"

"Because…" She remembered a friend of hers from school that went to study classic arts in Florence. She was really talented and knew a lot. "Okay, hear me out. Sunny was her name. She was the daughter of one of the families I stayed with" Y/N began. "She was the daughter of one of the families I stayed with long ago. The girl was a real prodigy. Her art was something else and she was always taking her time to tell me something new that she had learnt. You know as a doctor it's so interesting to hear things which are not connected to my field. It's refreshing and I can expand my knowledge that way."

Jungkook was listening carefully, slowly slipping under the girl's spell. The words were caressing his ears and sounded like a nymph's song. "She told me once that her teacher was making her draw only old people or people with unique faces and features because it was easier to get the shapes. Also Sunny said that it was more interesting for the viewer to watch that instead of the young general face of a person in their twenties."

The King hummed and nodded slightly. "She was right to some extent but also artists paint what they find inspiring or most interesting to them." He took a sip of his wine and continued with his observations. "As you saw I prefer mainly nature and animals. That's because I'm kind of bored with the faces of the people around me. At first I was drawing the girls in the harem, then some of the servants. I have a very good visual memory so I didn't need them to even pose for me but after a while it became irritating."

He remembered how he was throwing away sheet after sheet. At some point Jungkook had even tried to capture the demon forms of other demons or the horned outlines of some succubus. It was entertaining for a while but he got tired of it too.

"Then you lose interest pretty fast" her teasing voice brought him back from his memories.

"You may say so. Yes." The King agreed easily with the statement. It was a fact.

"I expect you to get bored easily with me too then" she laughed while twisting a strand of hair around her finger.

Mammon shook his head in disagreement. "I don't think so. You are different inside and out, mysterious and secretive. I doubt that even if I make a thousand paintings of you I will start to unveil what's hidden inside of you." His words were rolling off sweetly like honey, making Y/N comply unintentionally with the King's wishes. She was the one now that got absolutely enamoured by his flirty tongue.

"Okay then. You can draw me." She declared finally with a shy smile.

The eyes of the demon began to shine with child-like happiness but in a second the glint became darker and dangerous. His plan worked perfectly and now he had to finalize it. "Very well. Let's move to the room then."

"Now? Isn't it too dark for this now?"

He waved a hand in front of his face in dismissal. "My sight is perfect. I see in the darkest of places so you don't need to worry."

Later they returned to the room with the paintings hanging on the walls.

Jungkook made Y/N sit on the chair next to the sofa.

"You don't need to keep still." He said and got his pens and pad. "I will make sketches of you because a whole painting will take too much time which we don't have now and also I want to get used to your face."

The girl leaned back and nodded. "Whatever you say."

"Talk to me about something," the King urged her softly. Then he came up with an idea. "Tell me what you think of us four."

Y/N looked a bit taken aback by the demand but slowly began thinking of the day she met the Kings.

She started by telling him how their looks were completely deceiving and the behaviour was the opposite of her expectations. Mammon began making short strokes on the paper while occasionally glancing up. He caught the way her face tensed up while mentioning the intimidating aura of Namjoon.

"What about King Aamon?" She contemplated for a second.

"He is really beautiful" Y/N smiled when Jimin's god-like face appeared in her mind. "Aamon is like a fever dream. His beauty is otherworldly but his whims are making him scary" she explained while looking at her hands. Jungkook felt the sting of jealousy. Fever dream… that's how the woman perceived Jimin. He made a new sketch of her dreamy eyes and recreated the pink that dusted Y/N's cheeks.

She remembered what Taehyung told her the other day "Don't mention anyone else in any kind of context." But it was a bit too late now. She lifted her eyes to check if Jungkook was showing any signs of annoyance or anger but she saw only his blank face. He was working on his drawing without expressing any emotions.

He wouldn't give her the joy to see him angry and jealous again like when they talked in the palace. The demon decided to play along a bit more and set things in motion. It was almost midnight. "What do you think about seeing your fever dream again?" He teased and licked his lips waiting for reaction.

Y/N's eyes widened.

Jungkook laughed triumphantly at that and began sketching once more. "N-now?" She stuttered. "Is this a good idea? I thought we were having a good time just the two of us." Cold sweat began covering her palms and a chill ran down the girl's spine but she tried to hide it.

"Oh you’re selfish,” Jungkook purred. “I actually promised him to let him meet you in a casual setting," he didn't have any problems talking while drawing. Multitasking came easy to the demon.

The door opened suddenly and a sing-song voice reached Y/N's ears "Ah! Kookie, it was such a long trip." The woman froze in her spot, not daring to look back. Jungkook got up leaving his pad on the sofa.

"Jimin! So good you finally made it!" His fake surprise mixed with joy didn't go unnoticed by the girl. She could see right through their facade. It was completely obvious this was a set up.

"You're so good at this!" Aamon was flipping through the sketchbook. He stopped at the drawing of Y/N's eyes. "This one" Jimin put his finger on the paper. "Can I have it?"

The girl who was quiet the whole time lifted her gaze towards Jungkook silently begging him not to say yes. He on the other hand didn't pay any attention to her.

"No Jimin. That's mine. I want to look at it when she's gone." The taller demon snapped back unwilling to part with the picture. "I can do another one for you if you want but you can't have this."

"I see" his plump lips formed a pout but then the demon turned to Y/N with a curious look. "Can you tell me why did you have this look?" Her cheeks flushed red.

The woman was at a loss. It wasn't clear to her when exactly her nonchalant and snappy personality vanished but when those demons were looking at her that way she felt fragile and small. It was not because of their oppressive presence or anything. It was just shyness and nervousness that were rising within her.

"Well…" it was hard to confess the reason behind those glazed-over eyes. "The King was saying something and-"

"We were talking about you." Jungkook interrupted with a cheerful voice. Y/N glared at him but he just winked mischievously.

Jimin's lips formed a small o. "So our princess gets this pretty look when she thinks about me." The Kings shared a look and nodded in agreement.

Jungkook knew what the other one was planning to do and felt envy and jealousy bubbling once more but still decided to allow it. Jimin saw the resolve and decided to act before the moment was gone.

"Come over here." He moved a bit, leaving some space between him and Mammon so the girl could sit.

"N-no, no. I'm okay over here" she insisted but Jungkook sent her a scolding glance, tilting his head to the side to call her over. "Okay…" a sigh fell from her lips.

Her whole body was as tense as a bare wire. The demons intentionally had left as little space as possible. Y/N was chewing on her bottom lip and fidgeting with her fingers. The silence between them was nerve-wracking for the girl and she felt her face burning once more.

The quiet was broken when Mammon spoke quietly in a low suggestive voice. "Wanna know what Y/N called you?" The King teased. The silver-haired nodded perking up. "Fever dream."

"Mmm…" Aamon moaned softly and looked at the girl. "I like the sound of that."

She was ready to die of embarrassment. The whole situation made her uncomfortable to another extent. Y/N foolishly hoped that the King of the North won't tell this to the other one but… oh well. She slowly exhaled trying to regain composure.

"Yes. I called you this." Her cockiness returned slowly and she became confident in her ability to raise shoulder to shoulder with the demons.

Jungkook frowned and Jimin sensing the displeasure of the other King pulled Y/N towards him with a conspiring look. "Now that I know this… Tell Kook what do you think of him then." He suggested placing his strong hand on Y/N's chin to turn her head towards the other demon.

Nothing of her previous modesty was left once the band snapped. She leaned into Jimin's touch and smiled.

Taehyung had advised her to be herself. The young woman knew that this meant only one thing - do what you did when you were in the human world.

"King Mammon seems really intimidating" she began "he is quite greedy and selfish but that means that maybe he will manage to keep looking only at me." The suggestive pose she had taken in Jimin's arms made Jungkook shift in his place. He became restless. "I want Kookie to have eyes only for me" she pouted and looked up to the demon holding her. Jungkook scoffed, then poked the inside of his cheek with tongue.

"Such a cute doll. I think I chose right when I decided to bring her to you" the silver-haired demon licked his teeth showing his canines.

Getting impatient, Mammon reached towards Y/N and unclasped the pins holding the cloak in place. The fabric slipped off revealing her soft skin. Her senses were heightened and when the warm air touched her skin she shivered unintentionally.

Jimin licked his lips and looked at the man sitting across. He was completely entranced. The girl acted first - she reached one hand towards the demon in the front and one towards the one in the back. Her fingers faced in their hair and pulled them in her direction.

They sucked in a sharp breath.

The tables were slowly turning - at first it was them who tried to play her around but now Y/N was getting the upper hand. She was going to try the reach of her abilities. It was supposed to be like willpower, she wishes for something and with the help of some unseen force it was going to become true maybe.

Her eyes were hooded and shined dangerously in the light of the lamps. Y/N smiled innocently, holding both men close. They were waiting with bated breaths for her to speak again. “You know… I’m the jealous type. I know that each one of you has many girls to have fun with but…” the woman squeezed at the roots and Jimin purred with excitement while Jungkook’s nostrils flared up. “I hate being the second best. You can call me greedy” the word was used intentionally to agitate Mammon even more “but I really want you to see only me. I want to be the King’s muse and Jimin’s doll.”

The young woman liked to be treated like royalty and now she was seeing a nice opportunity. If she played her cards well she could become more than just a human with some undefined supernatural abilities.

In the back of her mind a weak voice was screaming not to do this, to think of Yoongi and what she promised him about keeping away from trouble but she ignored it completely. “For some reason King Corson and King Alastor see me differently than you and it makes me sad.” Y/N faked a heartbroken expression and released both men simultaneously placing her hands in her lap.

“We can’t speak about their behaviour” Jungkook said and grabbed his pad again ready to recreate the girl’s sad eyes.

Jimin nodded and added “... but we can make you feel like the princess you are.” He averted his eyes to Mammon and demanded “I want that picture Kookie.” It was the voice of a person who wouldn’t tolerate any objections. The King hummed without paying much attention and got to work.

They were quiet for a while - Y/N leaning on the headrest of the sofa facing the demon who was concentrating on the sketch and the other peeking over her shoulder checking on the progress.

The girl hoped that voicing her wish and the strong desire for success were going to change the outcome in her favour.

Exhaustion began settling in. The soft scratching produced by the pen gliding over the paper was lulling Y/N to sleep. Her eyes were opening too slow now and the lids felt heavy. Before slipping completely into the dreamland she glanced up at Jungkook and smiled “This is a pretty picture of me…” the girl mumbled.

Strong hands were carrying her through the silent hallways.

Y/N was feeling comfortable and snuggled even closer into the man’s chest. Indiscernible male voices were reaching her ears but in her half-asleep state she couldn’t care less about those.

The soft mattress shaped itself around the girl’s body.

She began to stir which made the two Kings hurry to get out of the room before they woke her up. On their way out one sentence got stuck in Y/N’s hazy mind:

“We’ll see how Agares and Baal will behave on Thursday, maybe they’ll slip in her presence.” Jimin turned to the other demon, reaching for the handle.

“I really wanted the things to get back to how they were,” Jungkook said solemnly and closed the door behind him leaving Y/N in the darkness of the night.

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DAY FIVE

“Going outside again today, Namjoonie?” Yoongi questions with a teasing grin.

Namjoon sighs morosely at the thunderous downpour of rain visible through the kitchen windows. “It’s over for me,” he announces sullenly. “I’ve lost.”

You pause, spoonful of rice hovering in front of your open mouth. “So your prompt was ‘the outdoors’, huh?”

A miserable cry leaves his throat before he buries his face in his arms, slumped at the dining table where a few of you have gathered for breakfast. “Damn it,” he whines, muffled by the thick cable knit sweater he’s wearing. 

You’d woken up early to a crack of thunder; the weekend storm apparently descending upon the villa earlier than expected. For once, you’d had to help Jungkook work out the heating system, cranking it up until you could smell the quickly-heating dust that had gathered from lack of use. 

Yoongi, also an early riser, had announced that a day like today required a hot breakfast, and you’d helped him prepare a basic stew and some steamed rice as you were gradually joined by Namjoon, Jin and Hoseok. You’d waited a bit for the remaining two contestants, but the wafting aroma of beef and potato quickly broke your patience.

You finish your mouthful with a chuckle, leaning over to rub his back. “But now that you’re already going to get the penalty, you may as well do whatever you want.”

Namjoon’s body is still for a few moments as he considers this, before the faded purple of his hair jostles with a nod. “I guess so,” is the reply that comes from the crook of his arm.

You grin. “It’s okay, it’s not like you’re the last one. Hoseok hasn’t gone yet, and I swear Jimin doesn’t even wake up before midday.”

Hoseok narrows his eyes at you challengingly but before he can retort, the youngest makes a noise of disagreement in his throat. 

“Oh, he’s not sleeping,” Jungkook answers breezily between cheeks stuffed with rice. “What? Yesterday I wanted to ask if I could borrow one of his shirts for my stream this week - you know, that see-through pink one he wore over a white shirt? - and he didn’t answer when I knocked so I opened the door-”

“Jungkook,” Yoongi and Jin cut in simultaneously, faces turned down in disappointment.

“Wait!” Jungkook protests. “It’s not as bad as it sounds! I just stuck my head in the door and he was in the bathtub-”

“He gets a bath and I don’t?” Hoseok asks incredulously.

“Hobi-hyung, please,” Jungkook whines. “Not the point. So like, his hair was covered in white stuff and he had this bright green clay mask on his face and a black one all over his hands and the water was like pink, but still see-through and I could kinda smell rose and maybe tea tree oil but then he was yelling at me to get out and then I got a text saying if I told anyone he’d-” Jungkook pauses, his excitement fizzing out suddenly, replaced by a look of pure fear. “Oh, I probably shouldn’t have said all that. Let’s pretend that never happened.”

Jin looks like he wants to ask for more information, but Hoseok huffs, shuffling in his seat impatiently. “Who cares,” he spits petulantly. “He isn’t fucking Edward Cullen; just because he’s mysterious doesn’t make him hot. I can be mysterious.”

Yoongi gasps, pointing at Hoseok’s feet wordlessly. That alone is enough for the younger man to let out a pealing yelp, stumbling up out of his chair and jumping on his feet, frantically patting himself down as he wide-eyes the floor. Yoongi begins chuckling, a dry cackle that spreads to the others at the table, and Hoseok deflates, sending him a withering gaze.

Sitting back down in defeat, though not without glancing down one last time cautiously, Hoseok huffs at Yoongi, mouth sticking out in a pout. “You’re lucky I’ve already found my arch nemesis or it would be you, Yoongi-hyung.”

“What a relief,” Yoongi replies in sarcastic monotone. 

Hoseok frowns, before cheering up again to send you a bright grin. “Hey, Y/n, are you gonna go out to the confessional booth today?”

“Real subtle,” Yoongi murmurs lowly.

Ignoring him, you shake your head. “It’s raining,” you reply, “I’ll get wet.”

“I’m sure you will.”

Hoseok tuts, the dull thud of his foot stomping making Yoongi fight to prevent a smile. “Stop it, hyung! You’ll give it away!”

“It’s okay, Hoseok,” you assure, “it doesn’t really matter if you lose. The penalty is just spending the week in the bunk room. If you think about it, it’s like a sleepover.”

The doms eyes slide back and forth as he considers this. “Okay!” he announces cheerily. “My prompt is the confessional booth! If everyone else says theirs, we can all hang out together!”

You swear you could hear a pin drop. Namjoon looks like he’s feeling sorry for himself again, Jungkook and Jin are both avoiding his entreating gaze, and Yoongi just stares at Hoseok unabashed, smirk deepening as the silence stretches out.

After a minute of dead air, Hoseok frowns. “Fuck you guys. I wanted to sleep on the bunk beds anyway.”

Feeling bad for him, you stand up, collecting the empty bowls around the table and taking them out to the kitchen. “It’s okay, Hobi,” you chime, “if everyone else succeeds for theirs then I can keep you company.”

Hoseok’s eyes go wide, before he turns to Namjoon. “Buddy, you gotta fuck her outside. Let me have this.”

Namjoon pales, staring at the rain outside which continues to bucket down. “We’ll catch a cold.” 

“Fine, I’ll just make sure I don’t lose,” Hoseok insists, standing up himself. 

You walk back towards the dining room. “What are you gonna do, ma-Hobi!” You squeal as your body is suddenly lifted, swung over a shoulder. 

“Woah, hyung, you’re strong!” you hear Jungkook gush as Hoseok carries you without so much as a grunt. “That’s so cool!”

“Hey!” you try to snap, but with your body folded over a bony shoulder and hair dangling on end, you can’t imagine the heat of your comment is felt by anyone. “This is kidnapping!”

“Not really,” Jin calls out in a bright tone, “he’s not taking you off the property.”

You kick your legs in the air in frustration, blood rushing to your head. “Fuck you! You can go fuck Yoongi without me next time!”

“As far as threats go, that’s not strong,” Jin retorts, his voice carrying over the three shocked parties. “Fucking Yoongi would be a pleasure.”

“Thanks, Jin-hyung.”

“No problem.”

You feel your cheeks heat up with the added blood and your eyes ache, so you give up the fight, instead batting your fists against Hoseok’s ass in protest. “Hurry up, John Cena,” you grumble. “Either let me down or take me to the confessional room before I pass out.”

“So demanding,” Hoseok tuts, but before you know it you’re shifting, getting tugged down and up and sideways, vision spinning sickly until you’re resting, bridal style, in Hoseok’s arms.

You pout up at the dark-haired man. “Hobi, I feel seasick now.”

He grins, lips quirking into a heart shape. “Are you that wet already?”

Your head lolls back as you kick your legs weakly in his hold. “Stop it,” you whine. “Being mean.” 

“Poor baby,” he jibes, and calls out a cheery goodbye to the others, walking you out to the outside dining area where you’d spent that first night, and following the house around until you arrive at the garden shed that houses the confessional room. Once he lets you down, he checks his phone, wincing at what he sees. “Shit. Producer Shin is getting impatient.”

Even with all the excess blood in your head, you pale at the thought of the friendly middle-aged man that operated the camera in the room. “He’s not waiting there, is he?”

“No,” Hoseok dismisses distractedly, typing out a reply, “I exiled him to Sejin’s caravan out front. He just doesn’t like leaving his post for too long in case others want to film.” After he pockets his phone, he glances up at you, a strange dark flicker in his eyes. “Get inside and sit on the stool. Wait for me.”

Your mouth drops at the sudden change in his tone, his demeanor. “Why should I have to wait?” you protest. “You’re the one that wants me in-”

You jump when a sudden smacking noise rings in your ears, sharp and thin. In front of you, Hoseok has simply clapped his hands together once, but the fright as well as his sudden seriousness has your words dying in your throat. 

“I don’t appreciate subs that talk back,” he says slowly, each word enunciated and clear, like he’s reciting an important law. “So go inside, sit on the stool, and wait.”

“Yes, sir.” The honorific is meant to be a final sarcastic sign of defiance, but you find yourself meaning it as you say it. This isn’t Hobi that you can joke and laugh with. This is a glimpse of what he’s like at his job at the dungeon. Of what he’s like when he’s Master.

His back straightens and his face clears in approval, but he doesn’t praise you for it, simply standing in stoic expectation for you to follow his order.

When you get inside, you feel his eyes on your back like two hot pinpricks, but you don’t dare look back, leaving the door open a crack as you sit on the stool.

The room itself is cramped, with just enough room for the stool, the camera, and a seat behind it, empty for the first time since you’ve arrived. You’re used to seeing a producer sitting behind it, open from eight in the morning until midnight; Producer Shin doing the early half and Producer Kang in the evening. Both were friendly, middle-aged men. Shin was divorced and Kang was happily married with two kids in primary school, and after you’d gone through whatever thoughts were on your mind and whatever questions fans had sent in, both men would often switch off the camera and chat with you about whatever topic felt interesting at the time. 

Though it wasn’t broadcasted like your interactions with the other guys, you really had found good company in the two of them, as well as Sejin. On the Tuesday after Namjoon had walked out on you, you’d even gone out the front door to the caravan where Sejin resided, joined by Shin as the two ate dinner. While the two of them, Sejin especially, preferred not to know any extra information about the game just to maintain a professional distance, but that didn’t mean they didn’t give you a hot cup of tea and a portion of the Chinese food they’d ordered in and distract you with chatter about a k-drama Sejin was watching. 

Used to them, it feels strangely empty in the confessional room with that empty chair, more so now that you’re restless with anticipation, eyes straining to see outside the sliver of door you left open. 

He leaves you for a long time. Whether it’s on purpose or not, or whether you’re just feeling the drag as you wait, you don’t know, but it seems like hours of being on full alert before the sudden metallic screech of the door opening gives you a fright, heart racing as he steps inside. 

You gape as he casually steps behind you, a hand on the back of your head locking you in place when you try and look back at him. The glimpse you got was enough to see that he’d changed clothes slightly; bright yellow sweater replaced with a black leather jacket open over a see-through black shirt. The sight of him in your mind flashes every time you blink like an afterimage. Beyond the all-black ensemble, the tight ripped jeans and the heavy boots, perhaps the picture that stays behind your eyelids the longest is that of his hands. You didn’t have enough time to see, but he was holding what looked like a small rucksack, like the kind you’d take swimming or to play tennis. Somehow, you imagine what it contains isn’t so innocent.

You swallow as his fingers press on your scalp, splayed out. “Face the front,” he commands, and his voice brooks no protest. Once his hand leaves you, you remain still; hyper aware of the effort it takes to keep your eyes ahead, staring at the wall behind the Producer’s chair. “Arms.”

Pausing, you stare dumbly down at them as they rest on your lap. “What?”

Hoseok lets out a light sigh, like he’s exercising great patience, and taps your elbow. “Behind your back. Both of them.” 

You follow his order, a shiver running through you when his hands, calloused but limber, grasp your wrists tightly. He ties you up in silence, the cool caress of silk making your eyes slip shut in bliss. While you definitely have an interest in it, your experience in bondage isn’t particularly vast, and you marvel at how such a simple tie changes you. With every swish of fabric against the delicate skin of your wrists, your nerves all over your body sing out, need pooling between your legs. Your shoulder blades are tucked back, opening out your chest, and even in a thick hoodie and leggings, you feel deliciously exposed. Your forearms are crossed over in the hollow of your back so that the tie binds your wrists together. Instinctively, your fingers wrap around your opposite forearm for support, and knowing that there’s no back to the chair, that you’re now open on all sides, has your heart-rate picking up. 

You feel your arms tugged as he tightens the knot with a flourish, before slipping two fingers under. 

“Wiggle your fingers,” he instructs, and you obey. “Try to get out.” You pause for a moment, but then pull in opposite directions, attempting to wiggle yourself out, but to no avail. “Good.”

You swallow again, fighting against the dryness of your mouth. “What are you-” Your eyes fly open wide as his hand claps over your mouth, pulling your head back to rest against his chest as he looks down at you. You make a noise of protest, but he shushes you, brows in a straight line of disapproval.

“I ask the questions, princess. You see that chair?” He points ahead, and you try to nod but fail as his hand keeps you still, your breath coming hot through your nose. “That’s where the producer sits and asks you questions. So the only thing I want to hear from you are the answers to my questions, and your safewords if you need them. Understood?”

You try and nod again; this time, he unwraps his fingers from over your mouth and lets you catch your breath. “Yes, sir,” you confirm, voice small.

“Do you remember your colours, princess? Can you tell me?”

You lick your lips where they’ve gone dry. “Green for go, yellow for slow down and red for stop... Sir.”

If he catches the pause where you almost forgot to say his title, he lets it slide. “Good. Let’s begin.” 

You’re left dazed when he lets go of you and steps away in one swift motion, stepping to the side. You force yourself to keep your gaze ahead, unsure if the command from earlier is still in effect, but your eyes strain to make out the peripheral of him bending over the rucksack, rifling deep inside it. Your stomach curls at the sounds that emanate; the soft thuds of glass and silicone, the jangle of metal, the rustle of fabric. 

Finally, he stretches up again, and you suck in a breath when his hand finds its way to your mouth again, this time wrapping tightly around your jaw and turning your face to look up at him, at the small device he’s wiggling in his fingers. 

“Do you know what this is, princess?” Hoseok grins, and your eyes focus in on the small metal object. It’s short, a stubby cylinder. On closer inspection you notice a small remote tucked in his palm. A remote-controlled bullet vibrator. You nod as much as you can in his iron grip, and his eyes twinkle. “Are you gonna be a good girl for me and let me put it in?”

Your heart stops, blood rushing south as your desire skyrockets. “Yes, sir,” you gasp needily, unable to help yourself rocking your hips against the smoothed top of the wooden stool. 

Hoseok tuts at your movements. “Good girls stay still,” he chastises, and you freeze, feeling your jaw ache once he lets go.

As it turns out, ‘in’ doesn’t mean inside of you, but rather in your panties. Your fingernails dig into your forearms with the effort to not move, biting down hard on your tongue. He steps in front of you, hands dipping shamelessly to the front of your leggings, fingers tugging at the elastic and releasing, letting it snap onto your front. You hiss in a breath through your nose but don’t speak, remembering his rule. Going back, this time his hand slips under both layers, and you can’t help the whine that comes out when you feel cold metal against the heat of your core, sliding over your clit. Frustratingly, he himself doesn’t touch you, only placing the vibe before removing his hand, patting over your crotch where you can see the obscene bulge, straight down the middle. 

You let out a breath, brows furrowing with want, but he simply walks away, leaving you tied up and waiting as he sits behind the camera. 

He looks entirely in his element, legs spread and leaning back in the chair, fingers running over the control in his hands. In front of him, slightly to the right so his face isn’t blocked, is the camera. It’s still set up, black lens staring you down from its position on the tripod. You watch with baited breath as he leans over and turns it on with a little electronic beep, Your pussy clenches at the thought of him filming this, not for the show but for himself. 

How he’d take it to his room, booting up his laptop and locking his door. He probably sat much like he is now when he jerked off; legs wide to make room for his hands. Watching you moan and writhe, hands trapped behind you and chest pressed out as the metallic whine of the vibrations is just barely audible through his speakers. Would he drag it out, wanting to savour every last minute of the video, stroking himself slowly so as not to cum too soon, or would he be frantic, desperate, panting alone in his room as he tries to orgasm in time with you, spilling all over himse-

An unbidden cry leaps from your throat as you’re taken off-guard by the sudden voltage between your legs. Your thighs snap shut but the pleasure continues, Hoseok watching raptly as your shoulders twist, the instinct to pull your arms forward even as soft silk holds firm. “Hobi,” you whine imploringly. 

He ignores you, ramping the vibrations up enough that the noise fills the room; a constant high-pitched whirring that rings in your ears even as you clench your thighs around it. Though you’d enjoyed the odd vibrator yourself, you were sure Hoseok knew full well that there were always a few high settings that were quite simply too much. It overstimulates you before you’ve even orgasmed, so much you can’t take it. 

“Hobi!” you cry, curling over yourself as if you can escape it. Belatedly, in your electrified brain, a puzzle piece clicks into place. “Sir! Sir, please, turn it off! It hurts, please!”

You go lax, shuddering when it stops suddenly; the only sound in the confessional room coming from your heavy breathing. 

“Oh, princess,” he soothes in a warm voice, “don’t worry. Sir will help you learn. Think of this as training, hm? I want our time together to be enjoyable, but it’s important that you know how to behave. Sir would rather reward you than punish you. That’s fair, don’t you think?”

You straighten up awkwardly, the weight of your arms crossed over your back making it difficult. He’s patient, smiling once you face him upright again. “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”

His eyes glimmer at that, and your core clenches, all too aware of the powerful motor resting over your clit. You wanted him to be happy with you, not just because you want a reward, but because you know just how unbearable his punishment would be. “Here’s the plan: I’m going to ask you some questions, and you’re going to answer them. If I don’t like your answer, you know what happens. Understood?”

You feel your arms and thighs break out in goosebumps at the thinly veiled threat. “Understood, sir.”

“Then let’s begin. We’ll start with an easy one, hm? How do you address me?”

“Sir.”

“Correct. When should you speak?”

“When spoken to,” you answer automatically, but his head cocks to the side, raising the remote meaningfully. Your mind scrambles. “Wait! And if I have to use the safewords, sir.”

The hand holding the remote lowers again as he nods. “That’s right. I can punish you for forgetting the other rules and move on, but if you ignore that then we can’t play at all, princess.” Hoseok smiles placidly. “Those are the ones we’ve already learnt. Let’s see how good your instincts are.”

You take in a deep breath, eying up the remote warily. This was uncharted territory, so the chance of you making a mistake just went right up. Rather than making any comment, you bite your tongue and wait for him to address you. 

“When do you get to cum?” Hoseok asks in an authorial tone. 

You pause for a moment, not wanting to blurt out something wrong. “When Sir gives me permission?”

He smiles placidly. “Good. Now; normally with my subs, they come only by my say-so. But I know for you, that isn’t reasonable given you have to play with the others. However there is still something I expect to have control over. Think for a bit; I’ll give you time. What can you not do without my permission?”

You stare at him imploringly but he just waits for your answer. You rack your mind for some clue, running over his words. He only wanted you to cum with his permission, but he was saying sex with the others was fine. So it wasn’t like you couldn’t cum at all without him around... You blink, feeling cold dread settle down your back as you come up blank. “I don’t get it, sir, I’m sorry.”

“That’s disappointing.” Even as you brace yourself, the powerful vibrations shock you to your core, more intense than you remember them. Hoseok’s eyes remain on you as you rock your hips and wiggle your torso, body trying to escape the overwhelming sensations even as you know you can’t. He holds you like that for what feels like an eternity, though it can’t be more than a minute or two. Finally, just as you feel like you’re going to fall apart, he takes mercy, and the vibrations cease, leaving you gasping. 

“The answer I was looking for,” Hoseok explains coolly, “is masturbate. You are not allowed to masturbate as long as I am in the show. If you want that release, you’re to come to me, and I’ll decide if you’ve earned it. Is that clear?”

You open your mouth for a disingenuous yes, but he beats you to the bunch.

“And if you break that rule, don't think I won’t notice. I have mercy for mistakes but I don’t take well to direct disobedience.” 

You deflate, lips turning down in a frown. It takes you a moment to commit. “Yes, sir.” 

“Good.” His eyes glint proudly at the power you’ve handed over to him, and you clench your thighs together, not wanting to admit just how much that look affects you. “I have one last question for you. What would you like from me?”

This feels like a question with no right answer, but still you hesitate. Ask for too much and he might chastise you. “A kiss, please, sir,” you try tentatively.

Hoseok’s eyes crinkle slowly as he smiles, standing up. “How romantic, princess.” You turn your chin up in anticipation, toes curling as he sidesteps the camera and moves closer, leather jacket shifting to reveal tantalising slips of skin, covered by the black sheer mesh. Once in front of you, he bends down painfully slowly, close enough that your eyes slip shut, the lightest brush of his lips on yours and-

He chuckles above you as the vibrations reappear with a vengeance, making you jerk violently and curse.

“Sir! Please!” you cry. Each time the vibrations come, they’re more insufferable, like they’re breaking down your defenses one pulse at a time. “Sir, please stop it, it’s too mu-uch!”

Hoseok turns it down, but not off, so that a gentle thrumming keeps you shuddering. He reaches behind you to tug your hair, pulling your head up to face him as he stands above you, tutting. “Why would I give you what you want?” he asks rhetorically. “You didn’t answer all my questions correctly. Maybe next time, hm?”

The vibrations are now the exact opposite of before - too low to bring you close to your high. “Hobi, plea- Sir, please, make me cum! I tried my best!” You round your eyes and pout, trying to plead with him. 

Though he tries to hide it, his poker face falters for just a second. Just a twitch of his eye, a softening of his jaw, but you know you have him. 

You let your voice soften even more, the sweetest begging. “I’ll be good for you, sir. Please just let me cum.” 

Hoseok lets out a sigh, eyes melting. “Just this once, princess,” he allows, “Sir will go easy on you since you’re just learning.” He smiles at the way you moan in relief once the vibrations pick up again, the divine middle ground between too much and not enough. With your senses so heightened, it’s no surprise to feel the coil in your stomach quickly tightening, egged on by the fond way he strokes your hair, brushing it off your face to drink in your reactions. “Are you going to cum for me?”

“Y-yes, sir,” you breathe, hips rocking as much as you can without compromising your balance. It’s an overwhelming feeling having your arms still tied behind you. The thought that you aren’t in control of your own pleasure. Considering his prior rule, it doesn’t surprise you that he started with a scene where you didn’t even have the choice to cum without permission. Every time the silk tugs at your wrists or the metal vibe slides slightly with your grinding, it just reminds you of how you’re fully at his mercy, and you can’t wait to feel what that’s like once you finally cum. It’s not quite enough though; so wet, the metal slips more than you’d like and it frustrates you when the pressure isn’t enough, or is in the wrong place. You hiccup a sob when he turns the vibrations up just one more level, so close to your edge you could cry. “Ho-hobi, please, I need more.” You sniff at the way his brows tick. “Sir,” you cry desperately, legs widening in invitation. 

Hoseok lets out a low grumble as his jaw flexes. “You’re lucky I’m going easy on you,” he announces, before dropping a hand down and cupping it over your center, pressing the vibrator right over your clit. “You better cum now, princess, I’m getting impatient. You wouldn’t want Producer Shin to walk in right now, hm? Poor man just wants to do his job, not deal with whiny little girls like you who just want to cum. Do you know why I’m not fucking you right now, princess? Because I know you couldn’t help yourself from making a mess. I bet you’re sopping wet in those panties of yours.” 

With every sentence, Hoseok grinds the heel of his palm over you, jostling the vibrator against your swollen clit and before you know it, you’re cumming, leaning forward and burying your head in his chest as you latch your thighs around his hand, cresting the high. 

He holds you there the whole time, vibrator jumping up another level to make you let out a squeal. As your vision begins to clear and your body returns to normal, the vibrations make you jump and whimper against him, arms flexing aggressively as you fail to pull your hands in front of you, no way of stopping the assault of sensation- unless; “Sir! Turn it off, sir, please!”

Hoseok takes mercy on you and the vibrations cease. As you gasp for breath, the sheer fabric of his shirt itching your cheek, you feel his palms slide over your shoulders and down your back, warm even through your hoodie, and reach for the length of silk. You make a low noise of disapproval at the feeling of being untied, not wanting the scene to be over, but he just shushes you gently, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. 

Your shoulders twinge once your hands fall to your sides, and you follow his instructions to roll them out as he massages the muscles. While his fingers aren’t as heavenly as Taehyung’s, it does ease the ache, and you let him sit you up as he fishes the slick metal bullet out from between your legs, smirking at the way you shudder when his knuckles brush against your sensitive clit.

“Now, princess,” he announces lowly, “Shin will be coming back soon, so we need to head out. But I still have one last lesson for you. Are you able to keep going? It’s nothing too crazy, I promise.”

You swallow the dryness in your throat that’s come from your heavy breaths and nod, a soft smile gracing your face with the satisfaction of a good orgasm. 

Hoseok hums, pleased, and pats your cheeks warmly before holding up the black silk. “One of the most important things in a scene,” he explains, brushing your hair back with his free hand, his knuckles light against the sensitive skin of your neck, “is trust. So we’re going to take a walk back to the house together, princess. Only you’ll be wearing this.”

Your breath hitches as the silk comes over your eyes, cool on your lids and temples as he ties it in a knot at the back, tight enough that it won’t slip but making sure it isn’t catching your hair or digging in. It’s a new kind of vulnerability, having your hands free but your sight prohibited, and you find your head tilting up blindly, seeking him out in the void.

“Oh, Y/n,” you hear him chant in a whisper, “you have no idea how beautiful you look right now.”

You shiver, hands clutching at him, slippery fabric and sharp teeth of a zip scratching your palms. “Sir,” you say, no words coming to mind but his title as his hands grasp your sides, lifting you off the stool. You stumble a but, hands flying out to steady yourself in the darkness. Your heart races when you realise your hands are empty, and as you wave them around, it’s all open air, feeling deep like a crevasse. “Hobi?”

Hoseok ignores the slip, his voice coming slightly to your right, but at a distance. “Follow my voice, princess. I’ll keep you safe. Come.”

Your mouth hangs open and your feet feel leadened to the floor. As fear begins to roil in your chest, you slide your feet forward, shuffling closer, hands scanning the air in front of you. With no sight, every inch feels like walking up to the edge of a cliff, hands grasping for contact that never comes. Your breath hitches, lungs not expanding fully. “H-hoseok, yellow,” you gasp, eyes tearing at the fear that grips your heart. “I don’t like it.”

“Okay, shh, you’re alright, I’m here,” Hoseok comforts, his voice closer, and you let out a sob of relief when your hands touch the mesh of his shirt, elbows buckling as he pulls you into a tight hug. The restriction on your ribs falls away the moment his chin rests on the crown of your head and his hands rub soothingly at your back. “I’m so sorry, princess,” he murmurs gently, “too far, hm? Are you still okay with the blindfold?”

You sniff and nod, bottom lip trembling so much that you don’t dare speak.

“So not being able to touch me was too much? That’s okay, don’t get upset, we don’t have to do that. Do you think you could walk to the house with me if I hold your hand? Would you like to try that instead?”

As he speaks, he slips a hand into yours, squeezing tightly. You take a steadying breath, feeling those sickly stresses fade away. “I wanna try, Sir,” you decide, voice only wobbling a little. 

“Are you sure?” You hum in confirmation, and he rewards you with another soft kiss to your forehead. “Then let’s go, princess. Walk this way with me.”

It’s still scary stepping out blindly, but Hoseok reassures you every few moments, and his hand is like an anchor in the black ocean, keeping you steady. His hands are surprisingly slender, but they just fit into yours all the better, warm and strong and tugging you along slowly. 

The first thing you feel once you leave the shed is the spots of rain on your cheeks, air fresh with moisture. Rather than be a negative, however, the lighter downpour soothes you, as well as gives you an incentive to walk faster. 

There’s a slight lip where the patio begins, and once Hoseok guides you to step up on it, the rain ceases to hit you, now a soothing patter against the eaves of the house and the roof over the outdoor dining area. The swish of a glass sliding door, and finally you’re led inside, Hoseok warning you about furniture you’re close to so that you don’t trip. 

Even as it gets easier with time, you still let out a heavy breath of relief once he slides back a chair at the table and helps you sit, unwinding the knot and baring your eyes to the world once more.

You blink, wincing at the bright lights of the kitchen and dining room, feeling Hoseok’s hands on you, warm voice praising you. Strangely, your mind feels more fuzzy now that it’s over, and you tell Hoseok, rubbing your eyes to try and get your vision to focus on his face.

“Probably subspace,” he answers, taking the chair next to you and holding out his hands, palms up. You frown blearily at him and he just laughs, reaching out for your wrists. You look down and let out a noise of surprise. All your struggling has left harsh red lines circling your wrists, and you hiss as Hoseok gently rubs them, pressing in an almost clinical manner like he’s making sure you haven’t hurt yourself. “Typically the trust exercise alone wouldn’t make someone fall that much, but I suspect cumming first had gotten you halfway there.” 

“Okay,” you answer dumbly, making his lips quirk in a smile, letting your wrists down. 

“I’m going to get you a drink of water and something sugary and then we’re going to sit down at the couch and watch a movie together, okay?”

“Okay,” you say again, head feeling heavy. Perhaps you’d lie rather than sit on the couch, but he doesn’t need to know that.

“You did so well for me today, princess,” he praises. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Thank you,” you slur happily, waiting for him to duck into the kitchen and retrieve the supplies.

And so for the rest of the morning, the two of you curl up together on the couch, gradually joined by the others, until all eight of you are watching Paddington 2, Jungkook furiously playing a game on his phone to hide the fact that he’s tearing up at one of the climaxes. 

It’s easy to let time pass like this; long after you feel fully clear and coherent again, you remain safe in Hoseok’s lazy embrace, his head resting against yours and his arm wrapped around your shoulders. Jin and Yoongi bicker about the movie choices as the day goes on, and Taehyung demolishes enough snacks to clear the pantry, but you and Hoseok just relax, enjoying the mutual comfort after your scene.

In fact, you barely notice the afternoon drifting by until Jin stands up and announces you order in some dinner, because it was too late to cook. True to his word, it was almost 8pm, and you didn’t fancy waiting until 10 or later to eat. 

It’s not you, or even Jin or Yoongi, but Jimin that notices Namjoon’s change in demeanour. The eight of you are crowded around the coffee table cross-legged (or, like Taehyung, lying on his stomach) in an uncommon silence founded by the delicious food you’re all stuffing into your mouths. 

Not all, apparently, as Jimin’s voice breaks the silence. “Namjoon-ah, why aren’t you eating?”

The silence changes, then. No longer the contented hush of eating, but the frozen uncertainty of a social faux pas. You’d only known each other five days and already Jimin was using a very familiar term, one that normally you wouldn’t dare use to someone older than you. Namjoon, however, doesn’t seem offended, but rather sends the younger man a grateful look. 

“I’m just not hungry,” he weakly explains, staring mournfully at the steaming dishes in front of him.

“You didn’t eat lunch either,” Jimin points out, making you raise your brows. You’d seen on many occasions that Jimin was an observer - the memory of his hand around your throat still makes you shiver - but to hear it directed at someone else’s wellbeing impressed you. 

Namjoon just shrugs. “I wasn’t hungry then.”

Abandoning his own meal and ignoring the gawking stares from the others at the table, Jimin reaches out with his chopsticks, piling food from all of the dishes into Namjoon’s bowl. “You’re going to sit here and eat with us, Namjoon, and then you’re going to tell whoever you feel comfortable telling why you’re upset.”

Namjoon’s face falls, guilty. His fingers fiddle with the hair tucked behind his ears as he watches his portion grow. “I don’t want to be a burden,” he mutters softly. 

“You aren’t a burden,” Jimin says firmly, sending him a firm look and sliding a set of chopsticks his way. “Just say thank you and eat.”

“Thank you, Jimin,” Namjoon says in a small voice, grabbing a piece of pork cutlet first, biting into the crunchy crumb. 

With a quiet smile, Jimin turns back to his own food, continuing to dig in. As if that’s the signal for the rest of you, the group returns to their bowls, a satisfied silence falling once again. 

After a few mouthfuls, Jin sets his cutlery down, wiping his mouth on a stray napkin. “I think all of us are probably facing some challenges in this situation. No matter who gets voted out and when, we’re the only ones we have right now, so let’s be honest with each other and support each other. We shouldn’t expect Namjoon to be vulnerable with us without being able to do the same. So I’ll start; one thing I’ve been worrying about is that I’ll get my own feelings in the way - whether that’s affection or jealously or competitiveness - and not be able to give you all objective advice. I want you all to see me as a person you can talk to and a shoulder to lean on, so I’m worried if I get too in the game I may no longer be able to do that.” 

Finished, Jin returns calmly to eating, pulling a long trail of cheese ramen into from the bowl into his waiting mouth. To your surprise, it’s Jungkook that speaks up next; the boy having kept quiet this whole time. 

“I’m worried-” he begins, before his nose twitches violently like he’s fighting the urge to tear up. “I’m worried that I’ll miss you guys. If I get voted out or any of you get voted out. Like; once the competition is over we can still hang out at stuff sometimes, and we can still talk, but it won’t be the same.”

You coo as he presses the back of his hand to his nose, blinking hard. Sitting beside him, you leave your own food and wrap your arms around him in a sideways hug, resting your head on his shoulder. He sniffs, but his head tips to the side to lean against yours, and you feel his body relax into the embrace. 

“I worry about that too, Jungkookie,” you admit. “Though my biggest fear is that whoever I vote out each time will hate me for it. I know it’s hard not to take things personal. It’s going to be an impossible decision every week, and I don’t think I could handle it if you got angry and didn’t want to speak to me again.” 

“That won’t happen,” Taehyung answers certainly. “You’re so cool, Y/n, and getting a bunch of hot people to fuck you every week is the dream, but I would never want to be in your decision. We all know it’ll suck more for you than it does for us.”

You smile as the other guys at the table nod in agreement, letting out a low hum as Jungkook’s shoulder jostles beneath your head, the boy reaching forward to grab his bowl. As he lifts a hunk of white rice to his mouth, you poke him in the ribs, opening your own lips. 

Though you can’t see his face, Jungkook scoffs and you can picture the reluctant grin he must sport as he changes angles, lowering it to your mouth instead. You hum happily once the warm rice fills your mouth, but it soon turns into an indignant squeak as Jungkook pulls out a cut of cooked pork with his chopsticks, eating the much better morsel. He chuckles, feeding you the next strip, and the two of you sit contentedly like that, feeding each other as the conversation continues.

It seems like it’s Hoseok’s turn. He has his gaze internal, biting at his lip. “I’m terrified that I’m gonna fuck up and say something wrong or do something wrong and then people at my work will think I’m a bad dom. I swear I’ve read Y/n’s limit sheet a million times but I still messed up today.”

“Hobi,” you sigh, voice soft with empathy, “that wasn’t your fault. And you handled it perfectly. Please don’t feel bad.” 

Though you know the others have questions - Jimin especially is staring hard at Hoseok, not angry but burning with curiosity - nobody asks, simply letting things move on. Yoongi pats Hoseok on the back from beside him and looks towards the center of the room.

“My concern is with the editing team,” Yoongi explains. “We don’t really have any way of knowing how much is going to be shown in the episodes on the website, and I don’t want people to watch this and get altered perceptions of things. I’m sure it can’t be avoided, but I do sometimes wonder how much the audience even sees.”

“I bet if one of us takes our clothes off, they’ll air this part,” Jin offers between mouthfuls of meat. “If you ever want to make sure something gets on the show, just remember it’s a porn website. I bet I could get five minutes of me talking about the economic state of Poland on the show if someone was going down on me at the time.”

Namjoon chokes on a sip of his water and you laugh heartily at the satisfied grin on Jin’s face. Always one to lighten the mood, the eldest seemed relieved at the way Namjoon blushes, but still chuckles, looking less anxious. 

“Alright, then,” the virgin announces shyly. “I’ll get it off my chest. I’ve wanted to make my move this whole week but I keep chickening out. I’m worried that I’ll get to Sunday and not have done anything.” 

You straighten up off of Jungkook. “That’s easy, Namjoonie. I’ll just make a move for you. After dinner, let’s go to your room.”

He chuckles nervously, but the whole room burst into a joyous cheer when he nods at you. 

“Namjoonie, you casanova!” Hoseok jokes, but you can see how his eyes glimmer with pride, all the guys genuinely happy for him.

Namjoon senses it too, and some of his nerves seem to dissipate. He laughs, rocking his fist like a small punch of victory, and sends you a grateful smile. “Anyway,” he says once the celebration calms down, “we still have Taehyungie and Jimin to hear from.” 

“I’ll go first,” Taehyung insists, jumping up from his spot lying on the floor to sit instead, placing his hands palms-down on the table like he’s divulging state secrets. His eyes narrow, his voice lowers. “My deepest, darkest fear is that either I or Jimin-hyung will get voted out before I get the chance to give him a massage.”

Jimin rolls his eyes as everyone oohs at the confession, but he can’t hide the upwards twitch of his lips. “Go on, then,” he allows, cheeks plumped as they fight to hold back his grin. “I need to be loosened up to admit my feelings anyway.” 

Taehyung hoots, springing up and stepping around limbs and bodies until he’s sitting on the couch behind Jimin, legs on either side of the older man’s body. “You’ll have to take off your sweater,” Taehyung announces, fingering the cream-coloured fabric around his shoulders, “it’s too thick.”

Once again Jimin surprises you by actually removing his sweater, delicately slipping the ends of the sleeves over his wrists before lifting it up. He’s not shirtless - underneath the sweater is a thin cotton tank, tucked into his white jeans - but it’s the most skin you’ve seen on him, and you gape at his bare arms, lithe and pale. 

The atmosphere in the room has changed very suddenly, everyone’s eyes on the pair as Taehyung rubs his palms together, warming them before laying them over Jimin’s shoulders with an excited grin. Jimin sighs almost inaudibly, lips parting as Taehyung begins to work his magic. 

“Tell us then, hyung,” the masseuse requests, “what’s eating Park Jimin?”

Jimin’s lids flutter, the tension returning to his face with a frown. “That none of you would like me. That I’d get voted off just to make things less awkward for the rest of you.” 

Taehyung’s hands freeze, his face falling. “We love having you here, hyung,” he insists lowly. “You’re a tough egg to crack, but I bet you’re a softie deep down. We’ll get there.” 

“Thank you,” Jimin replies shortly, feeling considerably uncomfortable with the eyes on him for once. “I do hope that wasn’t the end of the massage, Tae, you barely sat down.” His tone is flat, but he lifts his head up to send the younger boy a sidelong grin. 

Taehyung winks back at him, gently turning Jimin’s head back to face the front. “Of course, not, that was just the warm-up. You’ll be so relaxed when I’m done, you won’t be able to walk up to your room.”  

Jimin lets out a little laugh as Taehyung begins pressing his fingers in more deeply, the flesh rippling beneath his touch. The masseuse, however, glances up to the rest of you, jerking his chin away like he’s asking you all to leave. Privacy, he mouths, and you fight the urge to nod in understanding.

Jimin probably wouldn’t let himself relax like that if all of you were just sitting there staring at him; you can see the way he nibbles lightly on his bottom lip that he feels out of his comfort zone. 

Jin takes the first iniative, letting out a satisfied sigh and standing up. “I’m full,” he announces, “who’s gonna come help me do the dishes?”

And like that, you all clear out and leave Taehyung and Jimin behind, Jimin’s shoulders dropping in relief when he thinks nobody can see. Instead of helping clear up, Jin tells you to take Namjoon upstairs, and before you can really comprehend it, the two of you are sitting on the end of his bed in his room, kicking your legs out awkwardly. 

“Well,” you say after a moment, Namjoon jumping slightly like he hadn’t expected you to speak, “how would you like to do this, Namjoonie? Lying down, sitting up, standing?”

He swallows, fiddling with the ends of his hair. “I think sitting,” he answers. “Could we, um, do it under the covers?”

“The blowjob?” you ask in surprise, and Namjoon nods, cheeks bright red.

“Nobody’s seen me naked before, and it doesn’t matter if I get disqualified for not showing everything because I’m going to get the penalty anyway for not doing it outside.” 

“That’s fine,” you coo, “whatever makes you comfortable. How about I turn away while you get undressed?” 

He nods, and you face the wall, listening to the sound of him hastily undressing, like he was worried you’d get impatient and turn around. 

“You do realise I’m going to see you naked anyway?” you call out. “I can’t suck your dick with my eyes shut. Well-” Your voice lifts up as you consider it. “I suppose I could.” 

Namjoon laughs, and you let yourself smile proudly at the sound. “You can turn around now,” he instructs, and you do, smile widening at the way he sits up in bed, pulling the covers up over his chest cutely. 

“Namjoonie,” you sigh, stepping over to perch on the side of the bed, “I don’t want to push you if you aren’t ready. Are you sure about this? I don’t mind waiting.”

He mulls it over for a moment, chin pressing out as he tenses his jaw. “I think I’ll be fine once we get into it, you know? I’m ready.”

“Then let’s get into it,” you announce, fishing out your phone. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Namjoon’s shoulders deflate. “What are you doing?”

You smile softly, selecting a romantic playlist to set the tone a little; a slow, soothing guitar and husky male vocals emanating from your phone. “Setting the mood,” you answer, placing it on his nightstand and turning to him. “You’ve kissed before, yeah?”

Namjoon nods, his eyes widening once you stand up, shimmying out of your clothes. “I- y- mhm. Oh, god.”

“What?” you ask innocently, like you didn’t just get naked in front of him. This whole ‘being filmed 24/7’ thing had done wonders for your body confidence, and so you boldly straddle him, the duvet being the only thing that separates you. “We’ll just start with something you know, then.”

He makes a little muffled squeak of surprise when you press your mouth to his, but it shocks you just how quickly he seems to calm down and kiss you back. Perhaps he was a natural, or he had more experience than he’d let on, but in  few short moments he begins to take control of it, deepening it and making your mind hazy with slips of his tongue. 

“Wow,” you gasp out between kisses, “how did you learn to - mmph! - kiss like this?”

“Sorry,” he replies, voice already husky with arousal, “I’m excited.”

“Good,” you chime with a light giggle, “are you excited all over?”

“N- Yes,” Namjoon admits, stricken.

“So soon?” you question teasingly.

“I’m sorry,” he repeats, pulling away and clenching his eyes shut like it pains him. “You’re really pretty.”

To hide your blush, you slide a hand down his chest and stomach. “Do you want me to touch you now?”

He nods quickly, jerky motions as his hands fist at his sides. “Shit, can you- This duvet was a bad idea, I shouldn’t have-”

“Hey,” you interrupt softly, standing up off him. He makes a low noise of loss and opens his eyes, widening when he’s visually reminded of just how naked you are. “We can take the duvet off, don’t worry. It’s easier this way, too.”

Once he nods his consent, you flip the covers back, revealing his naked body.

Your mouth drops open. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

Namjoon frowns, brows knitting together. “That’s not a good reaction,” he says unsurely, hands tucking over his hardness. He’s huge - big enough to rival Seokjin’s - and he’s practically leaking precum like a faucet, his tip looking so red it must be painful. 

“Oh, I can assure you it most definitely is,” you gush. “God, I’m so lucky. How did I get this lucky?” you ask yourself in wonder, stradding him again. This time, you sit lower so that you can bend over and take him in your hand, marvelling at the weight of it. 

With that simple touch, Namjoon’s head falls back and knocks loudly on the headboard, making him hiss. “Y/n, if you don’t put your mouth on me now, I swear...”

Your eyes widen, mouth in question falling open in shock. “So Namjoon’s a baby dom, hm?”

He lifts his head off the wall, staring at you like he can’t believe the words that came from his own lips. “Sorry, was that rude? I’m going crazy, I want you so bad.” 

“Don’t apologise,” you croon, running a single nail lightly up his side, “I like it. I’m going to suck you off now, okay? Tell me what feels good.”

He nods, a small amount of his prior nerves returning, but before they can take over, you dip your head, wrapping your lips around his tip and simply sucking off the precum that pools there. 

“Fuck! God, oh my god,” Namjoon all-but shouts, and you can’t help but chuckle around him. “Don’t laugh,” he chastises, a hand winding its way in your hair to pull it back from your face. 

You glance up at him, lips still on him, and slowly sink down, letting his hardness fill your mouth all the way to the back. He’s barely halfway in, but when you flick your tongue against one of the veins on his underside, it looks like he’s reached nirvana. You pull up, licking your lips, and use your hand to spread the wetness around his length. “Good?”

“Good, just keep - fuck - keep going.” You grin when his lips press together and he visibly forces himself from saying please, now that you’ve said you liked his dominant streak. 

Always one to please, you drop your mouth onto him again, this time building up into a bobbing rhythm, a salty tang hitting your tongue as sweat and precum mingle. As you jerk off what can’t fit in your mouth, Namjoon curses lowly and his hips rise off the bed, pushing himself deeper so that his tip begins to breach your throat. You gag in shock, but he just groans louder at the obscene noise. 

Expecting him to do it again, you try and relax your throat, but instead you feel tugging on your scalp as he pulls you up by your hair. He’s still slow enough to be painless, but he seems more comfortable taking some control and it makes you grin when you get pulled up off him, sucking air into your lungs. 

“I want to try something,” Namjoon admits with wide, lust-ridden eyes. “I won’t push if you don’t want to.” He swallows, fingers tightening in your hair. “Can I fuck your face?”

Your mouth drops open even more, but your grin only broadens. “Fuck, yes,” you enthuse. “Is like this okay, or do you wanna change positions?”

“Like this,” he says, and his other arm moves down so that he can hold your head with both hands, fingers brushing back the hair that’s fallen in your face. “Just hit me if it’s too much?”

Your heart warms at the thought of him worrying about your safety, and you nod, taking the initiative to lean down, opening your mouth to rest his tip on your tongue, glancing up at him.

“Okay,” he breathes, and begins. 

Rather than fucking up into you, he first starts by guiding you up and down on his cock with his grip on your head, each time a little lower, a little deeper down the back of your throat like he’s readying you. After only a few pulls up and down, his head tips back again, smacking noisily against the headboard as he speeds up, eyes shutting in pleasure. 

It’s only once his eyes have closed that his hips begin to thrust up too. Like he’s letting himself get lost in the pleasure and just feel. You get lost in it, too. It’s easy to go passive like a doll, just focusing on the way he fills your throat. The way he hisses when you gag, and moans when you swirl your tongue in time with his thrusts. 

Your eyes tear up with the intensity of it, breathing through your nose and trying not to cough on him, but you’re in heaven, a hand slipping down between your legs to give yourself some much-needed friction.

It’s once you start touching yourself that everything suddenly happens much faster. The rush of pleasure makes you moan around him, which makes him open his eyes blearily to look down at you, slowling his thrusts when he sees your hand between your legs. Once he realises what you’re doing, he curses again, and his hips pick up their speed, surpassing it until you’re gagging on every thrust, your jaw aching and tears streaming, but still you rock against your hand and moan onto him, caught in the pleasure of feeling, watching, and hearing him fall apart as you fall apart yourself. 

As you grow close, a hair’s breadth away from orgasm, you reach your free hand between his legs and cup his balls, softly rolling them in your grasp. 

Namjoon shouts as he reaches his orgasm, and suddenly he’s pressing you still against him, cumming down your throat with a stream of intense groans, thighs shaking. 

You can’t catch your breath; his cock triggering your gag reflex but staying deep inside you, and it’s that desperation, that lack of control that brings you over the edge yourself, soaking your hand and the sheets below it with the force of your orgasm. He lifts you up as you’re riding your high, spent himself, but the sudden rush of oxygen to your lungs only heightens your pleasure, and you collapse, face pressed against his stomach as you cum and suck in air and cum some more.

Your own legs are shaking by the time you finish, core throbbing with aftershocks, and it takes all of your energy to push yourself up beside him so that you can lie against his bare chest again. 

The room is filled with nothing but panting for a few moments, your fingers lazily tracing patterns on his chest as his arm wraps around you, holding you tight. 

Namjoon is the first to speak, his voice low even in the silence of his bedroom. “Will you stay?”

You swallow back the hoarseness in your throat, using your foot to hook the duvet back up and over your lower halves, snuggling closer to him. “I’ll stay.”

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[vkookjamz]

⋆☽Kitten☾⋆

|| Prologue. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8.

| 𝐽𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑘𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑥 𝐶𝑎𝑡-𝐻𝑦𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑑 𝐹𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 |

"𝘉-𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭..?"

𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬'𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯. 𝘈𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦..

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Y/n's POV

You walked in Jungkook's room quietly shutting the door, going over to his closet sniffling as your gaze traveled down to your wrist. Red from where he grabbed it harshly earlier.

He'd never been so cold or hurtful towards you, he was always so sweet and gentle.

Sighing, you wiped your eyes beginning to look through his wardrobe, scanning over his clothes.

You didn't know where to begin, you'd never worn clothes before so you actually needed help getting dressed.

Well, you knew clothing names and where they went on the body, it was just putting them on that was the problem.

No wonder Jungkook started hating you- you were helpless.

But seriously, what was with him? First he acts like he hates you, then gets defensive about where you sleep and what you wear?

Pouting, you grabbed a pair of grey sweatpants and put them over your arms with a huff. Drooping your ears in defeat.

"Aish I'm so stupid.." You mumbled to yourself continuing to struggle.

"No you're not y/n-ah.." turning, you saw Jin walk towards you after shutting the door smiling sweetly to make you feel slightly better.

"I am stupid Jin, even Jungkook sees it and hates me now.."

"Nonsense, he doesn't hate you- he loves you just as much as the rest of us"

He grabbed your wrist causing you to flinch, hissing in discomfort. Giving you a confused look, Jin's eyes lowered to your arm then grew large.

"Who did this?!" he inspected your red skin carefully, brushing his fingertips along the marks as if he were touching a baby bird.

You let out a quiet sigh. "Jungkook-appa.."

"WHAT?! I WILL BEAT THAT BOY WITH MY-"

"No no! Jin please- I'm okay, please just forget about it-"

He sighed with a nod, raising your wrist to his lips, giving a light kiss on the tender flesh. Blushing, you gave a small shy smile.

Jin was the second sweetest to you, almost like a grandparent- well at least what you thought a grandparent would be.

"If he does anything again I won't cook him food for a week, he'll have to fend for himself" his words causing your smile to widen.

"Alright, now can you help me? I'm not used to clothes-" Looking down shamefully, Jin chuckled removing the sweatpants from your arms.

"First you need a shirt and pants, you also need underwear and a bra but- we'll get you that tomorrow"

You nodded as he helped you put on the sweatpants correctly, they felt a little uncomfortable but you assumed it was because you were without underwear.

Next he grabbed a black T-shirt, sliding the material over your head. It was pretty baggy, but smelled like Jungkook which caused you to involuntarily purr.

"Aww y/n-ah you're so cute like this~ " he gently pinched your cheeks.

"His scent it just- it makes me so happy" you blushed hugging yourself with the fabric.

Jin chuckled, "You know he wears women's perfume right?"

"Really??" you giggled as Jin nodded laughing, shaking his head amused. "Well, it says unisex but trust me, it smells like a girl to everyone"

Contining to giggle you walked to the mirror, looking at yourself. You looked okay, not like a complete hobo, but okay. Like Tae said, you'd go shopping later anyways so it didn't matter.

Jin stood behind you yawning then stretching "Well you're welcome, having me, world wide handsome be your stylist for the morning, now how about I make breakfast?"

Nodding quickly you gave a bright smile "Thank you Jinnie" turning around, you leaned up on your tiptoes giving him a tight hug which he happily returned.

"You're welcome darling, now let's eat!" He ran out with you following not far behind him.

~Time Skippy~

"KIM NAMJOON GET OUT OF MY KITCHEN BEFORE YOU SET THE DORM ON FIRE AGAIN" Jin yelled waving his spatula towards the clumsy tall male.

"YAH! That was on accident! And it was a SMALL fire!!" Namjoon protested holding his hands up in defense.

" ....... Taehyung almost lost his eyebrows"

"I-... But I'm hungry!!!" The younger whined.

"I DON'T CARE NOW OUT OUT OUT!!" He ended the small feud smacking Joon's butt with the spatula before he left the area.

Jin was making pancakes while the rest of Bangtan was- well.. being Bangtan.

Hoseok was in Tae and Jimin's room, where they all were playing video games.

Namjoon had just went to his room- probably to recover from his spatula spanking.

Which left you, Yoongi and Jungkook sitting in the living room awkwardly.

Sitting up in your chair, you went on your phone. Jungkook bought you it awhile back when he caught you playing on HIS, seeing you knew how to operate it with your paw pads.

You enjoyed watching videos and listening to music so he just gave you your own. Although, now you had THUMBS so you could type faster and do more.

"Princess?" Yoongi turned on his current position on the couch to lay on his side, squinting his eyes open to look up at you.

Your ears perked looking towards him, "Yes uncle Yoongs?"

Chuckling he lifted his arm lazily, waving you over "I need my cuddle buddy to nap comfortably"

Huffing at the comment, Jungkook rolled his eyes, turning to face the TV. Of course you noticed but you just shrugged it off.

You smiled setting your phone down on the table, taking a seat at the tired males feet. He pouted at your distance pulling you by your waist to lay on top of him.

Both of your chests connected as you looked into his eyes, getting a bit nervous at the closeness as he smiled cockily eyeing you.

"You know princess, now that you're like this you should really call me oppa.." Yoongi wrapped his arms firmly around your waist, snuggling his head into your neck.

Jungkook's jaw clenched balling his hands into fists, cracking his knuckles with his thumbs watching you both. Tensing from hearing the word he disliked most.

"Why Yoongs? are you not my uncle anymore?.." you let your ears droop looking as sad as could be.

Looking up he shook his head. "No I am princess, but now that you're human it's just more respectful for you to call me that"

Jungkook seemed to calm slightly, breathing out in frustration. He knew the others would take advantage of your innocence, and it was killing him.

Yoongi smirked licking his lips noticing his jealous maknae. "And I'd love you even more if you did baby girl" he teased rubbing your ears.

Now blushing red, you gulped nervously stuttering "O-Okay Yoongi- oppa.."

Jungkook's head snapped away from the TV, looking at the two of you. More so his hyung.

He glared with dark eyes, although there was raging jealousy behind them as his tongue prodded against his cheek annoyed.

"Y/n."

You felt your heart stop at hearing his strong firm voice call you for the first time that day "Yes Jungkook-appa?.."

Biting your lip, you sat up looking at him. He chewed on his bottom lip, his arms crossed as he stared you down.

God he was gorgeous.

"Why don't you- "

"BREAKFAST IS READY BOYS- AND GIRL" you covered your sensitive ears at Jin's loud shout from the kitchen.

"FOOOOD!!" Taehyung bursted from his room flailing his arms, running straight for the kitchen followed by Hoseok and Jimin behind him.

"Y/n-ahh come eat breakfast, you can sit with me!" Hoseok grabbed your hand dragging you away from Yoongi, emitting a sigh getting up.

"Okay Uncle Hobi!" Smiling as brightly as him, you left to the kitchen unknowingly leaving behind an angry Jungkook and a smirking Yoongi. Both staring each other down.

"Back off Hyung." Jungkook warned.

"I don't know what you're talking about Kook" The older gave a sly smile, making him scoff.

"You're not her oppa"

"Neither are you"

"I never said I was"

"Then why do you act like it? Finding out she's a hybrid made you start eyeing her like a meal, yet you treat her like shit" stepping closer to the younger he crossed his arms.

Jungkook knew how he was being towards you wasn't right, but he couldn't explain why he was acting the way he was around you now.

He didn't know how else to act other than harsh in order to mask his true desires towards you.

Yoongi smirked seeing how easily he shut up his maknae, but he needed to push it. Just to see if he was right.

"I wonder why her calling me oppa gets you so pissed- and let's not forget you about to lose it at Tae going to take her bra and pantie shopping, why'd that bother you so much"

Jungkook brought himself to stand right in front of the other, looking straight into his eyes. Yoongi had never seen Jungkook so serious, but he remained cool and calm watching him with matched intensity.

"Because she's mine.."

A/n: Yoongi stans get ready ;)

-ⓙ

[solastia]

Shadow Of You | 2

Pairing: Seokjin x Jungkook

Summary: Alpha Seokjin is sixteen when his best friend’s baby brother is born. When he finally gets to visit and meet the new baby Jungkook, he’s dismayed to discover the infant is his true mate. Or: Seokjin and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Long Wait For His Mate.

Seokjin bounded down the stairs of his family’s entirely too large house with his backpack slung off one shoulder. His hair was still damp as he’d rushed through getting ready and his clothes were thrown on without a thought. He hadn’t even had enough time to finish up his homework this morning like he’d been hoping.

“Where do you think you’re going without breakfast?”

He grinned sheepishly at the old housekeeper as he stuffed his feet into his shoes.

“Sorry, Yeona. I’m going to be late as it is.”

She sighs and offers up an apple she had in her apron, obviously having expected such an answer.

“At least eat this. It should tide you over until your first break. And stop staying up so late. You look thin and ragged. Do I have to move in to make you behave?”

Seokjin chuckles, having heard the same threat since he was a young boy.

“But Yeona, I have to study well so I become a doctor someday and can steal you away!”

“Oh, off with you. Have a good day. I’ll make your favorite for dinner tonight, alright?”

He cheekily saluted her and munched on the apple as he rushed to his car, finishing the fruit in just a few bites and throwing the core in a random bush for the gardener to find later. His poor stomach wasn’t happy with just a few bites of fruit, but hopefully, it would hold off until he had a chance to sneak off the grounds and get himself a real meal.

His phone was already rumbling with a barrage of messages, probably from Hoseok complaining that he’d had to walk to school since he’d never showed. He felt bad, but he’d hadn’t even been sure he was going to go to school today since he was just coming off of the most horrible rut in his life - never mind that it had only been his second.

After the life-changing visit to the Min household, Seokjin had rushed home, expecting to shut himself in his room to think about things. However, his body had decided to take matters into its own hands and he’d been horrified to feel himself going into his second rut - three months too early.

For once he’d been thrilled about the fact that Yeona had the weekends off and that his parents were at an event in Jeju. While it probably would have been safer to have someone around to check on him, he was glad he hadn’t had to explain why he was in so much agony. Why he refused to touch himself - instead curling up and sobbing as his body wracked with pain.

As someone who actually paid attention during his science classes due to his future career, he knew that it was simply his body's way of preparing itself since he’d found his mate. And since there was no mate around to sate him, his body increased its demands and he’d been forced to deal with high fevers, horrible cramping, and vomiting. He probably would have been able to reduce the severity with a couple rounds with his own hand, but it felt horribly wrong considering what had triggered it in the first place.

Jin drives with the radio off for once, the silence forcing him to finally think about his situation. And the honest to God truth was that he had no idea what to do. He’d never heard of anything like this happening before. He didn’t even know how to start looking for the information he needed.  

When he was being realistic he’d always thought he’d never even find his true mate. It was becoming a rare thing for anyone these days. He’d pictured his life looking pretty much exactly like his fathers - marry someone his parents picked and work at the hospital until he was forced to retire. If he was lucky like them, he’d at least become friends with his mate and maybe pop out a pup before they start a life of celibacy (hopefully. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to know if his parents had others).

Now...what kind of life could he have, always being drawn to something he couldn’t have? Now that he’d scented his true mate, had skin to skin contact as he’d held him in his arms, his body was going to be thoroughly fucked.

The horrible ruts were just going to get worse for at least a couple of years before his body would finally accept the loss. His scent was going to spike enough that he’d probably have to start showering several times a day and practically smother himself in scent masking products.

Worst of all, if he decided to just move on with his life and let his parents assign him a mate, no bite would ever take. He could marry and produce pups just fine, but he’d never be able to officially mate anyone else in the traditional sense. That would be a big deal-breaker for a lot of people.

Even in this modern world, the wolf and their instincts were still held in high regard. Being married without being mated would be looked at as taboo by his family and their circle, right up there with him mating a beta or becoming a janitor.

Jin sighed as he pulled into the school’s parking lot and finds Yoongi standing there with his arms crossed, giving him no chance of escaping unless he drove off and skipped school entirely.

Jin was many things, but a total coward he was not.

He grabbed his bag and slid out of the car, pasting a grin in his face that he hoped would pass for authentic even under the shrewd eyes of Min Yoongi.

“My darling Yoongichi, were you waiting for me? Chivalry isn’t dead!” he says dramatically, heading straight for the school building and ignoring Yoongi’s grumbles as he tries to catch up to him.

“Don’t give me that. I’ve been trying to call you all weekend. What’s going on?”

Jin shrugs, going for nonchalance, even as that subtle fragrance clinging to his friend began to call to him. “I guess all the stress from school got to me. Went into rut early.”

“Really?” Yoongi clucks in sympathy. “That sucks. Wait...weren’t your parents gone? You spent your rut alone?”

Jin waves away his worry. “I was fine. Some mild cramping. Five packets of beef jerky and a few rounds with myself and my Kumi Koda poster and I’m good to go.”

“You’re gross,” Yoongi groans as he pushes past him to open the door to their first class, which happened to be together.

He was incredibly happy to slide into his first period for once, as that teacher was notorious for not allowing talking and making everyone turn in their phones before class. For now, he was free from any more questions and could simply focus on his shitty schoolwork in peace.

Until lunch, that was.

And when it came around, the nerves roiled in his gut but he sat in his usual spot anyway. He watched his friends quietly as they all settled in like a pack of hyenas on a sugar rush. Yoongi settles into the spot right across from him and Jin nearly groans because that scent is still on him. Understandable, considering. Was he ever going to be able to eat strawberries again without thinking about how fucked up his life was?

“What about you, hyung?”

He snapped to attention when Hoseok jabs him with his elbow. “What?”

“We are heading over to shoot hoops at the park then have dinner at Yoongi’s.”

“Oh, ah,” he stammers, scratching the back of his head as he searches for a way out. “I was going to work on my biology project. Really big deal. At least forty percent of my grade, you know?”

“You can do it there,” Yoongi says with a shrug. “Ma has been asking about you, and you know if you make her wait much longer she’ll kidnap you.”

And that was the heart of his dilemma because the Min household was basically his real home, and he longed to be there. Ached for the feeling of belonging and acceptance that the family gave him. But he also knew that all of it would fly away if they learned the truth.

“Besides,” Yoongi continues after swallowing his food (the only one of his friends that actually bothers to do that by the way), “She’s been really worried since last time. She said she had a feeling she knew what was wrong but she wouldn’t tell me. Like having a rut is something to be embarrassed about,” Yoongi scoffs.

Jin’s nerves went wild. Did she know? Mama Min knew? He supposed she had been closer to him at the time so she would have seen his eyes, and he had growled at her but...shit. He was so fucked. She only wanted him to come by so she could warn the destined pervert away from her son.

But...he supposed he should go. Just one last time. One last moment to soak in as much of that feeling of home as he could get before he was banished. And now that the initial imprinting and rut had passed, he’d even be able to look at him without losing his mind. So maybe he’d take the chance to apologize to Jungkook too because he was going to grow up longing for something he couldn’t understand and unable to bond properly all because fate had chosen poorly for him.

He sighed and pushed around the food on his plate. “I’ll go.”

“Great, hyung. Ma will be happy and stop blowing up my phone.” Yoongi smiled gummily at him.

That seemed to be the end of it, as they all went back to eating and talking over each other about video games. Listening to them made Jin feel ancient, despite the fact that just last week he had nothing better to talk about than video games himself.

The rest of the day went by much too quickly. All of his teachers seemed to be in great moods and willing to cut classes early or assign easy work, so there wasn’t much to keep Jin’s mind occupied. He declined to play basketball with the others afterward because he felt the overwhelming urge to go home and get prepared to go to the Min’s.

It wasn’t until he noticed that he was wearing Burberry from head to toe and had spent twenty minutes styling his hair that he realized he’d been primping for his mate. For an infant that would be more likely to vomit or piss on the outfit than admire the cut or pattern. He scoffed aloud, practically hating his wolf at that moment.

“Get used to disappointment, you bastard,” he muttered wryly.

Still the wolf wouldn’t settle. Jin drove with gritted teeth, wondering what his instincts were screaming at him to do now. It wasn’t until he passed a shopping center and he nearly crashed into someone trying to control his arm from turning the wheel that he understood. Shopping? Why the fuck did he want to go shopping?

The urge grew until stopping abruptly, letting Jin’s mind clear.

Oh! The bastard wanted to bring a courting gift. Not in this lifetime, buddy.

He breathed with mingled relief and wariness when he finally pulled into his usual spot at the Min household. He saw all the scooters and skateboards laying in the lawn that meant his friends were already here.

He gulped and climbed out of his car, walking towards the door with an odd sense of deja vu. It was just a few days ago where he made this same journey that changed his life forever.

He stared at the door, suddenly wondering what to do. Normally, he barged in like he had the right to...but did he any more?

The choice was taken from him when Yoongi flings the door open and scowls at him like he’d just grown three heads.

“Why the hell are you just standing there, weirdo? Come in already.”

“Yoongi, be nice!” Came the familiar command from the living room.

“Yes, Ma,” Yoongi grumbled as he closed the door behind Jin and waited for him to take his shoes off.

They walked together towards the living room as Jin tried to control his racing heart. He was so nervous but his wolf finally seemed content with that strawberries and cream scent filling his nose like a balm.

The moment they walked into the living room, Mama Min pierced him with a meaningful look. Then she turned and handed Jungkook to Hoseok.

“Take him into Yoongi’s room and you guys hang out in there for a bit. I just want to check on Jin without you guys hearing a bunch of embarrassing questions.”

They all chuckled, having dealt with the same concern after one of their own cycles. Jin eyed the bundle in Hoseok’s arms warily, both wanting to run from it and to protect it from Hoseok's too loose grip.

“Seokjin,” Mama Min said softly, bringing his attention back to her.

She was...crying? Was she going to kick him out right away then?

She held out her arms and thickened her scent, the comfort and reassurance she was exuding exactly what he’d needed.

“Come here, sweetheart.”

He keened and ran towards her arms, letting her pull him close. She rocked him as he finally cried for the first time since it happened. He could feel the wet droplets as she joined him.

“Oh, you sweet boy. I’m so sorry. So, so sorry,” she crooned, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head.

“I’m sorry, Mama. I didn’t do anything. I won’t do anything! I promise!” he cried hysterically, desperate to keep her from ever looking at him with disgust. “I can stay away from him, I will.”

“Oh, darling boy. I know you would never do anything you shouldn’t. I’m just sorry it’s like this,” she said softly, cradling his cheeks to make him look up at her. “I always knew that you were meant to be a part of this family, but this seems like such a high price to pay for it. I wish I could have had him sooner for you.”

“What do I do now?” he asked softly, sniffling.

She sighed and pet his cheek. “I don’t really know, Jinnie. I’ve never heard of this before. I suppose your parents don’t even know about this yet?”

He shook his head. “No. They’re not even home right now.”

Her eyebrow raised in shock. “But...Kim Seokjin! Did you just have a rut all alone in that mausoleum of a house?”

“Uh, yes? Yeona is off weekends and my parents were out of town so I had no choice. BUT! I didn’t do anything! I swear! I just slept a lot and I swear I didn’t think anything bad.”

He clutched at her as he swore, and her eyes softened even as they filled with more tears.

“Hush, sweet thing. This is an...odd and difficult situation, but I like to think I know you well enough to know you’re trying your best. I’m not going to automatically think you’re feeling...things...for an infant. If anything, your alpha should just be feeling super protective of him, and judging by the way you growled at me last time, I think it’s safe to say you are.”

He cleared his throat with embarrassment. “Sorry about that.”

She waved it away. “It’s alright. You can’t help it.”

The conversation lulled to silence after a few moments, with him simply enjoying the way she was petting his hair.

“Mama Min?” he finally asked softly.

“Yes?”

“Should I...um...do you want me to stop coming by now?”

She sighed and tilted his chin up to face her.

“No. You are always welcome here, sweetheart. Always. I trust that not only will you be able to control yourself, but that I will be able to be a fair judge of whatever is going on.”

She waited until he nodded in acknowledgment. “However, if at any time it becomes too hard for you to be here, know that we understand and will love you no matter what you decide. If you think it’s better to stay away, that’s fine. I’ll still expect you to write, call, send a pigeon. Whatever. We won’t be upset if you decide to find a mate your own age and move on with your life. You deserve to. No one will judge you for not waiting for eighteen years for a mate. That’s unrealistic and unfair.”

He nods and looks down. “Does Yoongi know? He’ll be pissed.”

“Not yet. I’ll tell him tonight after you all leave. I think he’ll take it better one on one. But you know him. He’ll take the night to process it and then he’ll be angry at you for two days because you thought he’d get mad at you, not because of the situation.”

That much was true, he supposed.

“Alright,” she said with gusto, pecking him one last time on the head. “Go round the hooligans. Dinner will be done in a moment.”

He jumped up, feeling lighter than he had in days. His life still royally sucked, but at least for the time being he still had his home.

“Everything okay?” Yoongi asked the moment he flung open the bedroom door.

They were all gathered in a little circle in front of Yoongi’s bed, with Hoseok sitting on top of it. He was bouncing and singing something entirely inappropriate for a child.

“Yeah. It’s cool. Dinner’s almost done.”

“Finally!” Namjoon huffed, his stomach rumbling loudly to agree.

“Here!” Hoseok huffed and shoved the bundle towards him. Jin accepted it without thinking.

He looked down and locked eyes again with the creature that had so changed his life. His wolf quieted almost instantly, finally content to be in the general vicinity of its mate. The others shuffled out of the room and he barely noticed, so enthralled he was by the eyes blinking up at him. The baby was so quiet. Aren’t they supposed to be loud?

And...he supposed as far as infants went he was decent looking. Didn’t look like a potato like some infants he’d seen. His eyes were larger than the rest of the Min’s, and his nose seemed a bit longer. Maybe it was just a baby thing and he had to grow into himself.

All he knew was that he was very glad that all he scented was strawberries and pup, and it just made him protective. He didn’t feel any crazy urges or have bad thoughts - he simply wanted to make sure this pup was safe and happy.

Huh , he could live with that.

“Well, how’d I do?”

He looked up to find Mama Min watching him from the doorway, leaning against it and smiling softly.

“He’s only seven weeks old and already makes Yoongi look like a gremlin,” he scoffed playfully, standing up.

She laughs and holds out her arms. “He is a pretty one. Yoongi’s not so bad either when he sleeps more than four hours and showers.”

He hesitates, his wolf unwilling to release the pup now that he had it. But no, he was more than instincts. He thrust Jungkook towards her and pretended that his wolf wasn't howling against the loss.

Who else would he be safer with than his own mother, you bastard? He growled to himself.

When they gathered for dinner it was the usual chaos. Everyone was screaming and talking over each other, tons of laughter and teasing. Amazing food and even better friends.

Maybe I can keep this, he thought to himself. He smiled hopefully as he observed everyone he cared about sitting around him. Maybe things don’t have to change too much. Jungkook will just be another friend. Eventually. When he learns to talk that is. I can keep on with the plan.

Nothing will change.

[here4theheartbreak]

Crowded Busses & Sleepy Bunnies (NamKook)

AO3 Link Here!

✩ Relationships: Jeon Jungkook x Kim Namjoon (Namkook ✩ Genre(s): Fluff

✩ Rating: General ✩ Tags: fluff, getting together, Halloween costumes ✩ Summary: Namjoon hates Halloween. But that opinion might change when that very holiday changes his life.

✩ Word Count: ~3.2k ✩ A/N: Fulfills the square ‘Scary Masks’ for @btsholidaybingo​

Halloween was the worst holiday in the world. Namjoon had outgrown the begging for candy relatively quickly, and parties had never been his thing. He was just awkward enough to make them unpleasant, and once his friends had all found their partners, it was even worse. He couldn’t even rely on them to save him from the awkwardness; he was just the third or fifth wheel.

All told, knowing that, it shouldn’t have been surprising to Namjoon that he’d forgotten it was Halloween. But he’d been working late and hadn’t thought to check his phone. So, when he got on the bus to go home at nearly midnight and found it full of people in costumes, he was surprised to say the least.

Namjoon pushed his way through the piles of drunk partygoers, finally snagging a seat on a crowded bench as the bus began to move. He hugged his bag to his chest, pulling his phone out to attempt to maneuver his headphones into his ears. Every time he moved though, the bus jostled, or the people did, sending his belongings – and his body – nearly flying into one of the many individuals attempting to stay upright around him.

He huffed and crammed his phone back into his bag, opting instead to people watch. Creature watch was more like it tonight. To his right was a witch with a long green nose wrapped in the arms of her sumo wrestler boyfriend. Namjoon hoped it was a boyfriend with the way he was biting the green paint right off her neck.

A vampire with crooked teeth was tucked into the corner of the bench on the opposite side of the bus, his eyes red rimmed from either alcohol or tears. A handful of Spidermen were scattered throughout the bus, and one Anpanman; hope nobody needed a crime fighter tonight. At the front of the bus was a morbidly obese pirate, and nearby him was a scantily clad police officer. Closest to Namjoon were clearly another couple; a sweet looking bunny with a stunning carrot sitting on his lap.

Namjoon dropped his head back against the window, sighing. This was going to be a long ride. Namjoon normally didn’t mind the length of the bus ride from his office to his apartment. He was nearly the last stop. It gave him time to decompress and relax before he reached his home, making it a truly relaxing and safe space for him.

He would certainly need a relaxing space after this ride. Much to his relief, people began to filter off the bus as it drove through the city, allowing Namjoon slowly more breathing room. He was finally able to pull out his cell phone, popping in one earbud as he finally responded to his his friend’s text messages.

Namjoon barely registered the male figure plopping down next to him. He glanced over, seeing a horrifying rabbit rather than a human face. The mask was startlingly realistic; as realistic as Namjoon supposed a fake creature could be.  It had long, soft looking white furry ears, splattered with what looked blood and bits of flesh. Namjoon took a longer peek, seeing dark red eyes. The mouth was opened to reveal rows of sharp teeth with the comical two front bunny teeth, splattered with blood and gore across its mouth area. The boy wore a plain long sleeved white shirt covered in bloodstains and a pair of white jeans in a similar state. He had on fuzzy white bunny paw gloves. Namjoon wondered what sort of person would think it was funny to dress in such a way for a Halloween costume. Surely someone demented, right? He tried not to let it bother him, facing forward again.

It was difficult not to notice, however, when the boy’s head fell to the side, resting on Namjoon’s shoulder. He tensed, unsure what to do. The boy’s head was heavy, his body lax on the seat, he was most definitely sleeping. What were Namjoon’s options? He could shove the kid off him, he was sure, but the person next to the boy looked far less friendly. He could move, but then the boy would fall and potentially hurt his head. Namjoon glanced at his phone. Only another ten or so stops, he figured. And the boy would surely wake up when it was his stop. Not so bad, he could be a pillow for a sleepy kid for that long, right?

So Namjoon didn’t move. The boy leaned more against him, and Namjoon could feel firm arm muscles under the thin shirt the boy wore. He wondered how old he was. He looked too big to be a child, but only someone young would pick a costume like that, right? Namjoon supposed he was young himself, but he’d never wear something so horrifying. Though – he wasn’t exactly a normal person in regards to that sort of thing.

His mind wandered as the stops went past, the warm body of the boy on his shoulder soothing in a way Namjoon hadn’t expected. He was so tired of being alone. He wondered what it would be like to be dating someone, have them doze like this on him, while watching a movie or heading on the bus home from some fun night out. He envied his friends and their partners in a way. He hoped, maybe someday, he could get his head out of his work and pursue that happiness he longed for. But that was far off, he knew. Right now he needed to focus on his career. Sure, if something fell into his lap he’d pay attention – he wasn’t blind – but he couldn’t take the time to seek out a lover at this point in his life.

The bunny boy shifted, his hand falling onto Namjoon’s thigh. Namjoon chuckled a little, saying nothing. Boy must be tired. The robotic bus voice echoed another stop upcoming, and the bunny boy jerked up.

“Did they say Mokdongseo-Ro?” He asked, his voice muffled by the rabbit mask. Namjoon nodded.

“Yeah, he just called it.”

“Crap.” The boy yanked the cord at the last second and the bus jerked to a stop. The boy was thrown almost into Namjoon’s lap, apologizing repeatedly.

Namjoon laughed and shook his head. “No problem.” He watched as the boy rose and rushed over to the door of the bus. Namjoon chuckled a little, noticing a little fluffy white tail attached to the back of the boy’s jeans. He sighed when the bus began to move, shifting over to set his bag in the spot the boy had abandoned.

“Oh—” A beat up brown wallet sat in the seat. The boy must have dropped it in his rush to get off the bus. Namjoon scooped it up, chewing his lip. He could leave it, he supposed. But that didn’t feel right. The boy sounded relatively young, and there could be something important in that wallet. Without thinking on it too long, Namjoon scooped it up and dropped it into his backpack. He sat back, watching the street as it neared his stop.

Namjoon showered and fell into bed almost at once when he got home the bunny boy’s wallet momentarily forgotten.

The next morning, Namjoon puttered around, readying himself for the day. He didn’t need to go into the office this weekend, much to his relief, so he was able to take some time to himself before digging into his work. A bit of time watering and tending to his bonsais and other plants, checking his personal email and responding to friends from various parts of the world, checking his newsfeed and picking out certain news articles to enjoy as he ate his breakfast. A brisk walk, he decided, was desperately needed. The morning was beautiful and the perfect temperature as he wandered through the quiet street his apartment building was on. He reluctantly returned home after nearly forty minutes of walking, opening his backpack to pull out the work he’d brought home with him.

The bunny boy’s wallet fell out with his papers, and the memories from the night before came rushing back. He picked it up, tapping it on his palm for a moment. He felt guilty going through someone else’s belongings, but he had to figure out who the kid was to return it. His mask getup wouldn’t be helpful today. Sighing, Namjoon opened the wallet. A handful of cards, Namjoon flipped past them until he reached the boy’s ID. Namjoon gasped. He knew the bunny boy!

There was a coffee shop just a few miles from his house that Namjoon always stopped at on his way to work. Partly because the coffee was amazing. Mostly because the barista was the most beautiful man that Namjoon had ever laid eyes on. He only knew the boy by JK, but every time he went in the boy greeted him happily, never having a bad day, it seemed. Namjoon had spent more than a few minutes daydreaming about what it would be like to share a kiss with him, hold his hand, and

more. And here he was, holding onto JK’s wallet. Jeon Jungkook. Aged twenty-two. Not too far from Namjoon’s age, really. A September baby too. Oh and—

Namjoon snapped the wallet shut. He’d just opened it to get the boy’s name and potential address to return it. Not snoop at his entire life history – cute barista or not. Namjoon tossed the wallet onto the table, straightening out his papers to begin his work. As he did, his eyes continued to drift over to the beat-up wallet on the table.

Yoongi would call it fate, Namjoon was sure. He could go for a coffee… And he was sure the boy was worried about his wallet. Did he work on Saturdays? Namjoon wasn’t sure – he’d never been in the shop on a Saturday. Only one way to find out.

Namjoon rose and swept his work papers and computer back into his backpack, adding the wallet to the pile. He might as well get some work done at the shop after returning the wallet. He pulled his sneakers back on and headed out to catch the bus.

The coffee shop was busier than Namjoon was used to it being. A nice day, he supposed. He stepped in, peeking around the line of people. There he was. No sign of his horrific mask from the night before, Jungkook was smiling brightly as he worked. His sleeves were rolled up to reveal a peek of a tattoo sleeve, his shaggy black hair tied back in a messy bun as he took the order from the elderly woman at the counter. And that grin. The only sign of his mask was the bunny like grin he gave when he nodded to the customer and turned to pass the order off to an older boy working with him.

Good, Namjoon could return the wallet and that would be that. He sighed, shifting his weight on the balls of his feet. What if the boy – Jungkook – thought he stole it? Surely he’d understand when Namjoon explained. But what if he didn’t? Namjoon chewed his bottom lip, worries filling his mind. Maybe he should just drop it off at the nearby counter. Jungkook would find it, and he’d escape without being wrongly accused. But what if someone else found it? What if it got lost forever? No – he had to give it to someone. Should he just say he found it on the floor? Surely Jungkook would have realized his wallet was missing the night before, that wouldn’t work.

Namjoon continued to worry himself into a frenzy, unable to make a final decision even as only one person stood between him and Jungkook. Finally, it was his turn.

Jungkook beamed at him. “Morning.”

“M—Morning,” Namjoon stumbled over his words.

Jungkook tilted his head a little, eyes narrowing. “You’re a regular here, huh?”

“Yeah, most weekdays.”

“Thought you looked familiar. What can I get you?” “Uh—” Namjoon froze. “Oh just—iced Americano today, please.”

“Sure.” Jungkook grinned. He glanced back. “Slowed down, Jin-hyung, you can take your break.”

“Thanks, JK.” The one he called Jin clapped him on the back and headed out one of the doors.

“Busy weekend, huh?”

“They usually are,” Jungkook said as he made the coffee Namjoon had requested.

“Do you always work?” Namjoon asked. “I mean I just—I see you every day I’m in here.”

“Yeah, my best friend owns the place.” He jutted his thumb at the door Jin had exited. “Really he’d be sunk without me,” Jungkook teased, laughing. Namjoon laughed as well, nodding.

“You’re very good at what you do.”

“Well thanks.” Jungkook placed the cup in front of Namjoon and quoted the price.

Namjoon reached into his bag, grabbing his wallet, and spotting Jungkook’s.

“Uh… Actually…” He pulled out his wallet, handing over his card.

“What?” Jungkook asked as he ran it. “Well, I—Um. Bloody bunny?” He asked.

Jungkook tilted his head. He passed the card back to Namjoon.

“I’m sorry?”

“Uh—” Namjoon reached into his bag, pulling out Jungkook’s wallet. “You left it. On the bus. Mokdongseo-Ro. You—I promise I didn’t steal it, it must have fallen out when you got up.”

Jungkook gasped, grabbing the wallet from Namjoon’s hand. “Oh my God, thank you,” he stressed. “I’ve been worried sick that I lost this, I’m so forgetful.” He bowed so low his head nearly smacked the counter. “Thank you, thank you so much.”

“Hey, don’t worry about it.” Namjoon laughed a little. “I figured after your nap you were groggy, so…”

Jungkook’s eyes widened. He covered his mouth with his hand. “It was you. I fell asleep—Oh God, I’m so embarrassed.” He put his hands over his face.

“Why?”

“A giant gory bunny falls asleep on a handsome guy’s shoulder and then he has to come out all this way on a weekend to return my wallet, I’m such a dope.”

“Handsome, eh?” Namjoon teased, his heart skipping a beat at the phrase.

Jungkook made a small, distressed noise, screwing his eyes shut. “I’m so sorry. That was weird.”

“I’ve never been called handsome before. Especially not by a cute bunny.”

Jungkook’s face was positively glowing. Namjoon’s heart was thudding out of his chest; he was awful at flirting, what was he doing?

“Cute?” Jungkook said softly. “I didn’t just totally offend you and freak you out?”

“No, your terrifying mask did a good job of that last night. I far prefer the face under it.” Namjoon smirked when Jungkook’s shy smile reappeared.

Namjoon grabbed his card and coffee.

“Uh—Let me pay you back,” Jungkook stuttered.

“What do you mean?”

“F—For the wallet and… Scaring you.”

Namjoon bit his lip. He could say no. He wasn’t looking for someone right now… But he’d be a damn idiot to turn Jungkook down.

“What do you have in mind?”

“Ah, well… I’m really bad at this,” Jungkook admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. The bell on the door dinged, signaling a new customer.

“How about this,” Namjoon said. “I’m gonna go sit over there by the window and work. I’ll be there a while. When you decide… Come by.”

Jungkook smiled broadly, clearly relieved, and nodded. “Thank you.”

Namjoon went over to the spot he’d said, taking a seat and sipping the coffee. Perfect as always. He began to work, letting himself get lost in his job as he did.

He barely noticed when a fresh coffee was plopped in front of him. “On the house.”

Namjoon looked up, grinning at Jungkook. “Don’t need to do that.”

“My pleasure. Jin-hyung allows us all to have a free coffee on our shift, but I’m not a fan, so… You can have mine.”

“Well thank you. Are you off?”

“Just on break, but I was thinking about paying you back.”

“The coffee isn’t doing that?”

Jungkook shook his head, taking a seat across from Namjoon. “You said I was cute,” he said softly.

“You are.”

“I’m… Are you—” He sighed softly, clearly struggling.

“Are you trying to ask if I’m gay?”

Jungkook squeaked softly, glancing around.

“Are you in the closet?” Namjoon worried, lowering his voice.

“Not exactly, but I don’t talk about it to anyone. You know how people can be here. I’m out with my friends and stuff.”

“Of course. The answer is yes, I’m into guys. I don’t know what label I am, but, yeah. If you’re asking if that cute was a flirtation – it was.”

“Good,” Jungkook’s shoulders relaxed visibly. “Because the handsome was too… Do you wanna go out with me?”

“You don’t even know my name.”

“Yes I do. I… Sorta peeked at the receipt when you walked away. Kim Namjoon-ssi.”

“Hyung is fine. Where do you have in mind for a date?”

“Is that a yes?” Jungkook asked, biting his bottom lip.

“Might be.” Namjoon tried to keep his voice steady, when in reality he was ready to jump for joy. A date. With someone as cute as Jungkook.

“Well, my friend was supposed to do Everland with me today. And I was going to go alone because they got a better offer from a girl. But I don’t want to go alone, not if I have someone really handsome to go with… I—” Jungkook shrugged.

“Isn’t Everland doing a Halloween thing still?”

Jungkook nodded. “I love this season.”

“I don’t,” Namjoon admitted. Jungkook pouted. He actually pouted. Namjoon’s heart skipped a beat.

“You don’t? But it’s so fun. Especially with friends. Come on, you’ll have fun. We don’t even need a costume, it’s just like a theme park but scary. And I have passes, I’ll pay for any other rides we wanna do that don’t come with the pass.”

Namjoon bit his lip. “When you do wanna go?” He asked. Jungkook beamed.

“I get off at three, I was gonna head there around four. The best stuff happens after seven anyway, but there’s some fun haunted houses and rides for earlier in the day.”

Namjoon nodded. “Fine. How do you wanna go?”

“Well, I have to go home and change, so we could meet at the park if you wanted to eat there, or pick a spot nearby if you wanna eat outside the park.”

“We can eat outside the park, I know there’s a little food cart area nearby, do you know it?”

Jungkook nodded.

“Let’s meet there. Here.” Namjoon pulled out a pet and tore off a piece of paper. He wrote his phone number down and passed it to Jungkook. “Text me when you’re there, or call me, I’ll plan to get there around four-thirty. I’ll buy dinner since you’re covering the passes and rides.”

Jungkook took the paper and tucked it into his pocket. “Deal. I won’t lose my wallet this time either.”

“And no scary bunny mask. This bunny smile is far cuter.” Namjoon reached out, stroking Jungkook’s cheek. Jungkook’s eyes widened and he laughed.

“You’re a flirt.”

“Not often,” Namjoon admitted. “Thanks for the coffee, Jungkook… I’ll see you this afternoon?”

Jungkook nodded, rising with Namjoon. He glanced around the mostly empty shop.

“I’m gonna do something really rash, okay?”

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhm.” Jungkook went forward and kissed the corner of Namjoon’s mouth. “Thanks for returning my wallet. And… For letting me sleep on you.”

Namjoon’s eyes widened, surprised by the brashness of his new suitor. He grinned dumbly, watching Jungkook rush back to the counter to take the order of the customer there.

He wasn’t looking for a lover, he’d said. But who was he to turn away fate? Especially when it came in the form of the cutest bunny boy falling asleep on his shoulder?

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New Recipe - KSJ

-Part One of Quarantine with Bangtan

Pairing: Seokjin x female reader

Rating: PG

Genre: Fluffy fluff with a pinch of crack

Warnings: Just a really soft Seokjin and one or two bad puns. 

Word count: 3.3k 

Summary: Getting used to the idea of being home all day brings new ideas to Seokjin’s quick mind.

A/N: Needed the little kick of inspiration for this little mini series. Quarantine has made me feel so blue lately that I wanted to write something to ease my mind. I hope people will love this as much as I do. Huge thank you to everyone who helped me out with this. Remember to send in an ask if you’d like to be tagged in the following parts to Quarantine with Bangtan. Enjoy. 💜

Life was pretty fun and carefree until quarantine time came around. Many plans of going to explore the world and eat new things were immediately thrown down the gutter. That did not stop Seokjin from brightening up every single day for Y/n. 

He once saw an idea off of the internet that included many date ideas written on popsicle sticks. Of course, things were limited but just because they were limited did not mean that they were not possible. During the first week of quarantine, it was full of cuddles and sweet "I love you's". It would be shown in forms of waking up early to cook breakfast for their dearest to falling asleep in the warm embrace of each other.  

The morning sun shined into the little opening of their curtains, falling into Seokjin's face. Stirring out of his peaceful slumber, he felt a small weight on his bare chest. Letting his eyes adjust to the morning light, he took the time to look at his sleeping girlfriend that was covered by her bed hair. Softly bringing his hand to brush off the hair from her face, he cooed at the sight of her slightly parted lips. If she was not peacefully sleeping, he would have kissed her so many times. Although he wanted nothing more to wake Y/n up by placing soft kisses on her face, he let her sleep.

"How did I get so lucky?"

Not wanting to be bored at home, Seokjin decided he needed to bring that idea to life. If he needed to eat hundreds of popsicles to get to see his beloved happy, then he shall do that. Although he wanted nothing more to wake Y/n up by placing soft kisses on her face, he let her sleep. He softly rolled out of the bed and placed Y/n over his pillow. Carefully tucking her in, he placed a soft kiss on her temple.

After completing his morning routine, Seokjin returned back to their shared bedroom to find Y/n still sound asleep. He moved to the nightstand by his side of the bed and pulled out a notepad along with a pen to write a note. Once he finished writing the note, he placed it on his side of the bed where he knows she'll reach out to.

Racing out of their bedroom door, he quickly gathered his needed items. 

Wallet?

Check!

Keys?

Check!

Phone?

Check!

Puzzled, he felt as if he was forgetting something. Scratching the top of his head as if he mentally dug through the list of must have's before stepping out the door. Pacing around in the kitchen, he tried to look for some form of realization of what he needed. He couldn't recall what it was he needed until he looked up forward at the refrigerator before him. Reading the beautiful writing of his girlfriend on the small whiteboard placed on the metal door, he chuckled realizing what that missing item was.

"Don't forget your mask silly!"

Seokjin felt his insides warm up thinking of the time Y/n scolded him for already stepping outside the door without the face mask. Y/n had playfully told him that she would write a reminder on the fridge if needed while hopping into the car for a grocery store run. 

She sure did.

The ride to the grocery store was not long but it was indeed peaceful, passing by blooming jacaranda trees. The jacaranda flowers painting the lonely streets with a peaceful hue of purple. When he does these solo trips to the grocery store, he feels his heart sting in guilt knowing that Y/n's eyes get to miss the beauty that these trees have to offer. Without thinking twice, he immediately takes advantage of being at a red light and takes some pictures to show his girlfriend. 

Once the light turns green again, he places his phone down and continues the small journey to his destination. Arriving at the store, he fixes the mask and gets out of his car, making sure his keys were still with him. Once he had that settled, he went straight to the ice cream section in search of those popsicle sticks. Luckily, he was able to find a small pack of twenty popsicle sticks. Since he was already there and had kept in mind that he might just have to sacrifice himself to eat popsicles for this little idea, he grabbed her favorite flavored popsicles. Also, taking advantage that he was already there, he grabbed the needed items for home and headed to the cashier. 

Back at home, Y/n sleepily searches for the source of warmth that was no longer there. Her hand pats the bed to capture Seokjin's warmth on his side of the bed but was instead met with a cold empty spot. Slightly sitting up to rub the sleep out of her eyes, she feels a paper by her elbow. 

Reaching out to grasp the piece of paper, she sees her boyfriend's writing on it.

"Good morning baby, I hope you were able to sleep well. If not, please go back to sleep princess. I stepped out for a small errand run. Do not worry about cooking breakfast, I'll wake you up with breakfast in bed. I love you. - Your absolutely handsome boyfriend! "

Chuckling at his note, she pressed the note to her chest and let her body fall onto the bed. Heart fluttering as she reads the note again, Y/n decides she would go back to sleep in hopes of  Seokjin cuddling with her when he arrives. Hugging his pillow close to her body, she brought herself to sleep with the faint smell of his shampoo. 

Arriving home, Seokjin placed everything near the sink, ready to clean them thoroughly. Once he decided everything was clean enough, including himself, he decided that he should start making an easy breakfast for the both of them. He decided to make a quick avocado toast with a cup of fruits and oatmeal. Something he knew his sleeping beauty of a girlfriend would love. 

Once he had both of their meals on a tray, he walked into their room to find Y/n still asleep. Placing the tray on top of the nightstand by his side of the bed, he carefully laid beside Y/n and wrapped his arms around her in the process.

Not holding back anymore, he started peppering her face with soft kisses. Instead of being met with groans or a pillow to the face, he was met with sleepy giggles. Another thing that Y/n does added to the reasons on why he loves her.

"Good morning princess."

"Good morning Jinnie."

"How did you sleep baby?"

He was met with a pouty Y/n and it made his heart skip a beat at the sight. He presses a kiss on her nose knowing well that she will scrunch her nose but he didn't mind at all because she looked so adorable. She could be wearing a trashbag and Seokjin will still think she is the most beautiful human being in the universe.

“We can spend breakfast in bed and then I kind of have a surprise to show you.”

“Jinnie you know I don’t like surprises. What is it?”

“Eat your breakfast and then you’ll know baby.”

Curiosity was one of Y/n's traits but so was patience. They ended up eating breakfast peacefully in each other's calm presence. Once they finished, Seokjin gathered the dishes on the tray and told Y/n to prepare herself for what he had planned for the day. Being excited for what was to come, she rushed to the restroom and left Seokjin chuckling at her actions. 

Before he headed out to wash the dishes and prepare the rest of the popsicle sticks, he fixed the bed so his princess won't have to do anything for the day. Now it was his time to rush, he quickly washed the dishes and dried his hands so he would not mess up the writing on the popsicle sticks.

A few minutes later, Y/n walked out their bedroom to be met with the sight of Seokjin eating popsicles while writing something on the clean ones. When Seokjin noticed Y/n, he quickly extended his hand out to grab a hold of Y/n and spun her around. His heart melted at the sight of Y/n in his shirt. It wasn’t his shirt anymore but he didn’t mind. She could take all of his shirts and he would not be mad if it meant that he was able to see her wear them.

Settling back down on his seat along with Y/n now on his lap, he explains that every popsicle in the jar has a quarantine date idea that either of them could randomly pick one and they would somehow try to follow through that idea. 

Excited for the first pick, Seokjin lets Y/n choose the popsicle stick from the jar. Y/n chooses the popsicle and raises up so they can both read it out together.

“Learn and cook a new recipe.”

“Sounds interesting but what exactly do we cook?”

“We can randomly flip through that one cookbook Yoongi sent over. We can just put our fingers into whichever page without looking and that’s what we cook. How does that sound, princess?”

“Let’s get flipping!” Y/n giggled while getting up to get the cookbook from the nearby counter. Handing the cookbook to her boyfriend that immediately starts flipping the book to get their recipe out. 

Using both of their pointer fingers, they stopped at a page that had pies, blueberry pies. Puzzled, they looked at each other and shrugged. Neither of them had tried blueberry pies but they liked blueberries.

“How hard can this be?”

“Well depends on how well we can follow instructions, which I hope we can do this right.”

“Princess, can you read me the ingredients so I can check to see if we have all the ingredients.” He says as he crouches to check in the bottom cabinets.

“Sure thing dear. Okay so we need two sticks of butter, all-purpose flour, granulated sugar, kosher salt, apple cider vinegar, eggs, brown sugar, a lemon, nutmeg, cornstarch and most importantly water.” Y/n finishes out of breath and swipes non-existent sweat from her forehead causing Seokjin to laugh. He gets up from crouching to gently grab Y/n’s face to place kisses all over her face.

“Yeahhh. Baby, I love your kisses but we won’t be able to cook any sweets if you keep this going.” 

“One more kiss?” He asks while pouting his lips at Y/n. Giggling, she meets his puckered lips and places a sweet kiss on them. 

“You can get all the kisses you want when this pie is in the oven.” Y/n says as she tiptoes to place a small kiss on his nose.

“Let’s get this bread or should I say crust?” Laughing at his own pun, he starts to hand Y/n the needed ingredients as she facepalmed. Placing the ingredients on the kitchen counter, she started to read the first part of the instructions. 

“It says to whisk three cups of flour, two tablespoons of sugar and one half of a tablespoon of salt in a large bowl. Jinnie, can you hand me the whisk while I put the ingredients in the bowl?”

“I’m on it, here you go princess.” He hands the whisk to Y/n but he moves to stand right behind her just towering over her body as she continues to pour out the remaining tablespoon of salt. Pouting at the fact that Y/n paid little to no attention to him, he wrapped his arms around her waist and placed his head on her shoulder.

Instinctively, Y/n tilted her head to tap his head while gently lifting her hand to gently caress his cheek to let him know that she is aware of his presence. 

“Jinnie baby, can you hand me the butter from the refrigerator? You can help out with this part, if you want.” Nodding his head, he let go to retrieve the butter from the refrigerator and made his way behind Y/n again.

“So how do we do this?”

“From what I read from the cookbook, it says to add in the butter with our hands and just mix it until we get pea-sized pieces.”

“Princess, let’s remake that one pottery scene from Ghost.” The look Y/n gave Seokjin was one of disbelief at the words that came out of his mouth. 

“I might just go to sleep after this along with no kisses for the rest of the night.”

“No reenactment, got ya!” Laughing at his comments, they continued to mix the butter along with the other ingredients in the bowl. Y/n asked Seokjin to place one tablespoon of vinegar and nearly eight tablespoons of cold water while she continued to mix the ingredients.

Once that was done, Seokjin poured just about enough flour on the kitchen counter to place the dough on. In the process of pouring the flour on the counter, he could not contain his need to sprinkle some above Y/n’s head. Too distracted by laughing at her surprised expression, he failed to notice her hand grab some of the flour and return the action. 

Now, it being her turn to laugh, Seokjin took the time to look at her with such softness and pride to be able to call her his girlfriend. Smiling, he grabbed a bit of flour to put on the top of his nose and grabbed Y/n’s face to press their noses together.

With wide smiles, they continued with the forming of the dough. Once they finished that step, they set the dough in the refrigerator meanwhile they prepared the blueberry filling.

The making of the blueberry filling was divided into two parts, Y/n was in charge of cooking two cups of blueberries with lemon juice, zest, sugar, salt and nutmeg for about five minutes. Meanwhile, Seokjin whisks together cornstarch and water in a small bowl to pour in when needed. 

After letting cook for around a minute longer, Seokjin insisted on removing the pan from the heat because he didn’t want his princess to get burned in the process. Laughing at his actions, Y/n took out the dough from the refrigerator to start rolling it while Seokjin poured the last three cups of blueberries into the cooling pan.

Sighing in relief when the door to the oven closed to show their creation in the last step, they decided to clean up after themselves to fully enjoy the deliciousness to come. Setting a timer to forty-five minutes to not overcook it as they started to gather all the dishes. 

“Let me help you with the dishes Jinnie.”

“No, princess. You can go sit down, I’ll clean.” 

“We are a team, Seokjin. We do things together. Let me at least help you with the dishes.” Knowing he lost when she said his name, he sighed and placed a tender kiss on her top of her head.

Forty five minutes seemed too long when they left the kitchen spotless. With almost thirty minutes to spare, Seokjin picked up Y/n and sprinted to the living room to spend the remaining minutes in each other's embrace. Giggles were heard coming from both of them.

Laying Y/n first, he gently laid himself above her body to not crush her with his weight. His arms immediately wrapped around her waist while her hands went to his head to play with his hair just how he likes it. The giggles turned into little sighs of content. Seokjin’s head rested above Y/n’s chest, listening to his favorite sound, her heartbeat. It was something he liked to listen to when his days were hard and even when they weren’t hard, listening to the heartbeat of the person you love the most is one of the most beautiful things that life has to offer. 

Y/n cooed at the sight of her boyfriend in such a  peaceful state, it brought her so much happiness that he heard her heartbeat pick up. Shifting his head to look up at her, he giggled at the soft smile on Y/n’s face. Feeling the heat rush to her cheeks, she covered her face. 

“Princess, you know I love you with all my heart right?” He gently removed her hands from her face, intertwining their hands as he placed his forehead on hers.   

“You tell me every single day Jinnie but I’ll never get tired of hearing it. I love you just as much. Maybe even more.”

“How did I get so lucky?” He closes the space between them and kisses her. Pouring out all the love and adoration for her in the kiss, making sure she felt it. 

She did. 

The sound of the timer going off interrupted their display of love. He started pulling away but Y/n grabbed his face to give him more sweet kisses, refusing to let him go. 

“Baby, stay here while I take the pie out of the oven so it can cool down before we get to taste it.” Pouting, she let go but let him know that she would miss him every second. Chuckling at her silliness, he kissed her forehead before heading to go take out the pie from the oven. Once he successfully took the blueberry pie out to cool down, he sprinted right back to Y/n. 

“Miss me baby?” He said as he jumped on top of her, attacking her with kisses as he tickled her. Laughing uncontrollably, she tried to get away from his hold and ended up dragging both of them on the floor with Seokjin falling first. 

After their laughter died down, they did not bother to get back on the couch. Seokjin brought his arms to Y/n’s back and pulled her closer to have her lay down on him. Folding her arms on top of his chest, she makes herself comfortable enough to place her head on top them.

 Placing one arm behind his head to grant himself a better sight of his girlfriend looking right back at him. He offers her a smile while his other hand travels gingerly up and down from her face to the tips of her fingers. 

Waiting for the cool down was not as long as they expected but Y/n did not let Seokjin get up this time. They both helped each other get up from the floor but Y/n ended up pushing Seokjin to the couch. She ran to the kitchen before he could even react. Y/n cut out two slices of the blueberry pie for the both of them and placed them on a plate. Before she headed back, she grabbed two forks so they could taste their creation together. 

The smell of the freshly baked pie followed her into the living room. Seokjin extended his hands out to take the plate from Y/n so she could get comfortable before they dug in. 

“It smells so good.”

“Let’s just hope it’s as good as it smells.”

“Shall we?” Picking up their forks with a bite size piece of the pie, they brought it up to each other's mouth.

“On the count of three!”

“Two!”

“One!” 

They took in the piece of blueberry pie into their mouths and closed their eyes as the flavor of deliciously sweet blueberries along with the buttery crust hit their tongues. Immediately, opening their eyes to grin at each other and high five each other for the success. Leaning against each other, they continued to eat the pie as soft music played in the background.

 “I love you so much princess.” 

“I love you so much too Jinnie. Thank you for always making me the happiest girl in the universe.”

Learning something new turned out to be deliciously positive. Seokjin sighed contently knowing that he was able to brighten the day of the person he loved the most. 

“Anything for you princess.” He said as he placed one of many sweet kisses on the top of her head.

“Here’s to more quarantine dates!”

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If I Never Met You: Chapter 18

(??? X Reader) Idol!AU, Manager!Reader

Genre: (PG13) Fluff

WC: 3.2k

Warnings: Slight stalker-ish behavior (It’s there but really it’s not anything super serious or dangerous)

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The following days were hectic as ever. They were spent at broadcasting stations for the nightly music shows, going to other short events in between rehearsals for the shows, and the boys squeezing in practice whenever they could. It was like we barely had time to breath.

The fan reception and general reaction to BTS so far wasn’t bad at all, but unsurprisingly their lack of popularity didn’t win them any awards on the music shows. We weren’t disappointed, we had fully expected that in all honesty. Winning the shows wasn’t our goal, but rather getting them more publicity was.

After about two weeks of moving almost nonstop, we finally got a day where we could all rest. Sejin and I worked a little extra on whatever else we needed to do during the times we weren’t as needed at the boys’ schedules, in order to make sure we would be able to take this day to relax with them.

By the time I woke up, it was already 11 am. I looked in disbelief at my phone, wondering how I managed to sleep in that late – even if I was completely exhausted when I went to sleep the night before. While I was eating breakfast, I got a notification from the group chat.

Hobi: Noona~ You’re stopping by today right?

Taetae: You can’t hide in your apartment all day just because you have the day off. 😋

Jimin: Yeah, noona! We haven’t gotten to properly hang out at all since we’ve been so busy 😟

Yoongi: Sorry for them, noona. You do what you want today, don’t mind them.

Kookie: Noooooo. Noona, please? Pretty please come over? 🥺

Jimin: Why isn’t she responding?

Hobi: Noona are you okay?

Jin: She’s probably still sleeping. She was just as exhausted as we were, you know.

Joonie: Yeah guys, stop it. You’re probably going to wake her up from all the messages.

Taetae: Well, you’re texting in the chat too, hyung 😋

Joonie: Only one time.

Jimin: Well now it’s twice.

Jin: Guys, come on. Just leave it be. She’ll reply when she can.

Me: You guys live together and are probably all sitting next to each other. Why on earth are you talking to each other via text?

Taetae: Noona! You’re awake! :D

Me: Yes, I am. You guys sent the messages so fast I couldn’t keep up, haha.

Jin: Did you sleep well, darling? 🤗

Me: Yes I did, sweetie. 😘 How about you guys?

Joonie: Not having an alarm to wake up to was amazing.

Jimin: Noona~ When are you coming over~?

Yoongi: You don’t need to come over, noona. Just relax today.

Me: Oh okay, I see how it is Min Yoongi. You don’t want to see me. I understand. 😔

Yoongi: What? No. That’s not what I meant.

Taetae: HYUNG HOW COULD YOU? YOU’RE SO MEAN! 😭

Kookie: Wow, hyung.

Jimin: Yoongi hyung, why would you hurt noona like that?😟

Yoongi: -_-

Me: Don’t worry, I’m coming over lol. I’ll be there in like half an hour, okay?

Hobi: Yay! See you soon noona! 💓

I chuckled to myself. They were all such dorks and I loved them for it.

I finished breakfast and dressed in something comfy but presentable before walking across the hall and knocking on their door.

Jungkook greeted me with his soft smile as I walked into their house. I sat down in the living room next to Yoongi and Kookie sat next to me.

Suga peeled his eyes off of his phone to glance at me. “Oh, you’re here?”

“Yes, I’m here. Although I’m sure you’re not happy to see me,” I teased.

Yoongi huffed and shook his head, turning his attention back to the device in his hand.

“It’s okay, noona. I want you here,” Jungkook said as he placed his head on my shoulder.

“Thank you Kook-ah, I appreciate that.” I chuckles and placed a hand on his head.

Taehyung walked out from their bedroom. Once he noticed I was there, he rushed over yelling, “Noona!” and forced himself in between me and Yoongi.

Yoongi groaned in annoyance as he moved over so his brother wasn’t sitting on him. “Yah, can’t you sit somewhere else?”

“What?” Tae asked. “It’s not like you wanted to see noona anyway.”

“Why do you guys keep putting words in my mouth?” Yoongi asked. “I never once said that.”

“Whatever,” Tae said as he hugged me from the side.

I returned the embrace as best I could without making Jungkook move. “Why are you guys so excited to see me anyway? We’ve literally been spending entire days together for the past two weeks.”

“Yeah, but we haven’t really been able to talk or just hang out,” Hoseok said as he entered the room, sitting across from us. “Any downtime we had was basically spent catching up on sleep.”

“That is true,” I said with a chuckle.

I wasn’t used to being social before I met BTS. I would spend most of my time on my own, relaxing and just enjoying the quiet. It was a huge change for me once I started to spend most of my time with them rather than by myself, and it took some getting used to. But I had to admit that by now, I was used to the company and spending too much time alone made me actually feel lonely more than anything now.

We sat in silence for a little while, just being content with each other’s company and relaxing. Despite how much energy the boys usually had, they couldn’t run at 100% all day every day so I had a feeling today was going to be calmer than usual. They were completely exhausted but I could see how happy they were as well, being able to start living their dream even if it may not be perfect. I thought about how lucky we were to be here right now, no longer concerned about if they’d be able to debut or not.

When I was called up to Mrs. Choi’s office that day, she was fully honest with me about what had happened. They originally canceled on us because there was another group from a different company that was more promising. They ended up prioritizing them over our boys, which was also why they weren’t budging on giving us a date again at first. But the other group’s company decided to postpone their debut, so the date opened back up. That had happened just a couple days before I sent her the dance video, and with the date being so close her boss decided we would be good enough to fill the spot after all.

Although of course I told Sejin about it later, I hadn’t mentioned that to the boys, worried that it would make them feel worse. They already knew how much of underdogs they were, and I didn’t want one more thing to rub that in their faces.

“Noona,” Jungkook broke me out of me thoughts.

“Yes, Jungkook?” I asked, turning towards him.

“Is it going to be this busy every comeback?” He lifted his head off of my shoulder.

“Hmm, I can’t say for sure,” I said. “But probably. I know it sucks, but you know how busy this industry is. There’s so many other groups, we have to do what we can to help get your guys’ name out there.”

“It’s not like we didn’t know what we were getting into,” Namjoon said. He had entered the room at some point while I was lost in my thoughts.

“I wish I could make it easier on you guys,” I said. “I don’t like making you so busy. I want you to be able to rest more.”

“Don’t worry about it, noona,” Tae chimed in next to me. “Like hyung said, we already knew what we were getting into. Besides, if we work hard now, then hopefully it’ll all pay off later.”

“Yeah,” Jungkook said. “I’d rather work as hard as I can now than regret not having tried my best later.”

I ruffled both boys’ hair. “You guys never cease to amaze me.”

“We love you too, noona,” Jimin suddenly said from behind me, making me jump.

“Don’t sneak up on me like that!” I said as the boys laughed at my reaction.

“You’re so easy to scare,” Hoseok said, laughing.

“Says the biggest scaredy cat out of all of us,” Jin retorted from the kitchen, earning more laughter from us.

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I decided I wanted to cook for everyone today, partially so Seokjin could get a break from being the main chef and relax. But also because I had been practicing my Korean cooking skills over the months and wanted the boys to tell me what they thought. There weren’t too many groceries in our fridges since there hadn’t been much home cooking happening recently, so I ventured out to the grocery store. Jungkook decided to come with me so he can help me carry the bags.

Of course Jungkook had had a mask covering his face to make sure he didn’t draw any attention, but I didn’t bother with one. Face masks were just constricting and hard to breathe through (and I felt so bad for celebrities who needed to wear them all the time), and no one knew me so there really wasn’t a point.

As I was browsing through the different types of noodles to find what I was looking for, Jungkook went to the snack aisle to stock up on their dwindling stash. I found what I needed and went to look for Kook so we could finish up with the shopping and get going back to the house. When I turned into the aisle he was in, I noticed he was rather oblivious to the stares of a few girls who were watching him very closely.

As I walked past them, I heard one of them whisper, “Yeah, I’m sure that’s him. It has to be Jeon Jungkook.”

Great. This is wonderful. I was worried for a moment, but they did seem to be keeping their distance so I pushed it aside, thinking that they seemed like they wouldn’t cause any trouble. All we needed to do was get home.

“Hey,” I said as I approached Kook but made sure not to address him by name, just to be safe. “Almost ready to get going?”

He turned to me, holding a huge armful of snacks to place in my basket. “Yup! I got all the hyungs’ favorites and this should last us a while.” He noticed the girls staring, quickly turning away once he saw them. “Do you think they know me?” he asked me quietly as we walked the opposite direction down the aisle.

“Yeah, I heard them saying they thought it was you as I walked past them,” I responded just as quietly.

“That’s crazy, I’m getting recognized at the store,” he said, partially excited but mostly nervous.

“Not to be rude, but I think it’s better to not intentionally approach them,” I said.

“I know. Don’t worry, I’ll be careful,” Jungkook assured me.

We made it through the checkout and divided the bags between us to carry back to the dorm. Without making it obvious, I paid attention and listened carefully to see if the girls were going to follow us out of the store.

Unfortunately, they did. We couldn’t go home if they were following us because then they’d find out where we lived and that was the last thing we needed. They stayed probably about 10 feet behind us, and I could hear them giggling. I would feel so much more at ease if they just approached us to ask if he’s Jungkook and maybe for an autograph and just walk away. But it didn’t seem like they were going to.

I grabbed my phone to text one of the other boys to let them know we were running late so they wouldn’t worry. But in the middle of typing the message, my phone died. I cursed at myself for forgetting to charge it earlier today.

“Jungkook, can you let someone know we’re on our way home but running a bit late?” I quietly asked him.

“Okay.” He reached into his pocket, but seemed confused when he didn’t find his phone there. He felt around his other pockets, but was unsuccessful in finding it. He took a moment to think before a look of realization lit his eyes. “I forgot my phone at the dorm.”

“Darn,” I said. “Well I guess we’ll just have some explaining to do when we get back.”

I started to feel more and more nervous as we walked, not necessarily heading towards the dorm but rather just in any direction to wait until they stopped following us. I decided we should cross the street, hoping that if they stayed back far enough we could lose them after the light turned. We jogged across the street when the light was close to changing to make it hard for them to be able to follow.

I subtly glanced back to make sure the attempt to lose them was successful, and luckily they were unable to cross with us. We kept moving quickly, making sure to make a few turns before they could fully catch up to us just in case they kept trying to follow. When I felt sure there was no way they could have kept following us, I finally relaxed.

“Think we lost them, noona?” Jungkook asked.

“I’d be shocked if they were able to keep up with us,” I said. “Come on, let’s actually get home now.”

On top of the time we already spent to throw them off, it took us another extra 15 minutes to get back home. I kept looking behind us to make sure they hadn’t managed to find us again, and luckily it seemed we had shaken them off.

When Jungkook used his key to open the door, we were immediately bombarded with a worried BTS.

“What took you guys so long?” Jin asked, almost yelling. “We were worried something happened to you!” Before I could react, he pulled me into a hug. He must have been really worried because he held me really tight as if he was scared to let me go.

“Are you guys okay?” Namjoon asked as he examined Jungkook, who nodded in response while taking his mask off. “We tried calling you, but noona’s phone went right to voicemail and Jungkook you left your phone here.”

“Sorry guys,” I said. “My phone died.” Jin loosened his grip on me.

“What happened?” Jimin asked. “Grocery shopping shouldn’t take that long.”

“Some girls recognized me,” Jungkook said. “They kept following us and we had to walk around to try to lose them before heading home.”

“Did you take your mask off?” Yoongi asked.

“No, he was careful,” I said. “I have no idea how they could tell so easily.”

“Well, we’re just glad you guys are okay,” Hoseok said as he helped me take the ingredients out of the bags. “Oohhh, you got a lot of stuff, noona. What are you making?”

“You’ll just have to wait and see,” I teased.

“Can I help?” Tae said, shuffling over to me in the kitchen.

“No!” Jin and I said in unison.

Taehyung was a little taken back at our reaction.

“No, Taehyung,” Seokjin said. “You are not going to be making the kitchen a mess, nor are you going to sabotage the first meal noona is cooking for us.”

“Sabotage?” Tae said with a pout.

I placed a hand on his shoulder. “Taetae, there are many wonderful things about you. But cooking is not one of your strong points.” He frowned, but nodded in agreement. “Just leave it to me,” I said with a smile.

Everyone left me to my own devices while I worked on our meal, except Jin who occasionally came to see what I was doing. But he didn’t ask to help, knowing I was adamant about doing this on my own for them. While I stood at the stove waiting for the last bit of the food to finish cooking, he came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and leaning down to rest his chin on my shoulder.

“You know, we were all super worried about you guys,” he said.

“I’m sorry, Jinnie,” I apologized sincerely. “I tried to let you know but that’s when my phone died.”

“It’s okay,” he said. “Just don’t do that again. You’re lucky it was just a few fangirls and not someone who wanted to hurt you.”

“It was irresponsible of me to not have my phone charged,” I said. “I’ll be much more careful from now on, I promise.”

“Good,” he said as he let go of me and placed a kiss on top of my head. “Looks like the food’s done. Can I help plate it?”

“Yeah, of course,” I smiled at him.

I watched everyone as they took their first bites of the meal I made for them, anxious of what they’d think.

I saw Jin’s eyes grow big after chewing a piece of meat. “Wow, this is really good, (Y/n)!” he said. “The seasoning is just right!”

“Oh my gosh,” Jimin exclaimed after finishing his bite. “Noona, you really should cook for us more often.”

“I agree!” Taehyung said. “This is up to par with Jin hyung’s cooking.”

“Well, he was my teacher for the most part,” I said while rubbing the back of my neck, shy from the compliments. Everyone seemed to agree that they enjoyed my cooking, which made me really happy. I was nervous with it being a style of food they grew up with but I was new to. “Thanks, guys. I’m glad you like it.” I smiled, watching them enjoy it.

“Noona, aren’t you hungry too?” Jungkook asked. “You haven’t eaten anything yet.”

“Oh yeah.” I was too busy watching everyone else I forgot about eating. I started to dig in, pleasantly surprised with myself for how much I liked the food as well.

By the time everyone was full, there wasn’t a single piece of food left. I didn’t know why I was surprised because despite having cooked a lot of food, there were seven of them and they also tended to have bigger appetites.

We all worked together to get everything cleaned up to make quick work of it.

“Thanks for the meal, noona. It was amazing,” Joon said.

“I’m glad you guys liked it,” I said. I looked at my (now charged) phone and saw that it was getting pretty late. “I’d better get going back home. We don’t want to stay up too late, we all have to get back to work tomorrow.”

As I got ready to leave, Jungkook came up to me, looking nervous.

“Is everything okay, Kook?” I asked. He nodded and then slowly wrapped his arms around me in a hug. “What’s this for?” I asked.

“Thank you for being smart about the situation earlier,” he said. “I would have just thought to go straight home, but that would have been bad.”

“Of course,” I said as I stroked his hair. “It’s my job to be responsible for you guys. That’s what I’m here for.”

He let go of me and smiled. “Good night noona.”

“Good night, Kookie,” I said, ruffling his hair. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

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For Your Birthday

A/N: Hi sweeties! It’s my birthday! As a treat to myself and to all of you, I’ve been writing short drabbles about how I would like to spend my birthday with each of the members of BTS. They are short little ideas I had and I thought I would share with all of you. Hope you like it!

Summary: How you would spend your birthday with the members of BTS and what they would have planned for you on this special day.

Warning: None! It’s all teeth-rotten fluff.

Word Count: 4489 in total (about 650 for each member, give or take)

Seokjin

“Let me help” you ask for the millionth time, resting your chubby face on your hands over the kitchen counter.

“I said no. It’s your birthday, I don’t want you cooking” Jin repeats himself, continuing his work in the kitchen, preparing you your favorite meal. He was very concentrated on what he was doing, neglecting your efforts to call his attention.

Truth be told, you loved watching him cook. For some reason, he always looked so sexy while doing so, especially when he turned around and you could marvel at his broad back, watch how wide his shoulders were and how the frame curved inwards to his lean waist.

When he told you he would be cooking all your favorites today for your birthday, you excitedly agreed on letting him do so. But he was taking it so seriously that he wasn’t even paying any attention to you. You pouted as you watched him moving around.

“I thought you liked my cooking” you murmur, recalling how he always complimented the meals you prepared.

“Y/N, you know I do. I just don’t want you to work on anything today. Relax, I got it” he said, giggling when he turned around and saw the sulk on your cute face. Leaning over the counter, he pressed his moist lips to yours in a short peck before taking the steel tray and putting it in the oven. “Okay, it will be ready in about thirty to forty minutes” he proudly claims, turning around with a smile.

That perked you up. You got up in a jump and went around the counter, looking expectantly at him.

“Does that mean you’ll stop cooking and cuddle with me?” you ask bashfully.

“Have I been ignoring my princess?” he giggled, taking his long two arms and wrapping them around your middle, pulling your voluptuous frame against his slim one.

“Yes. And on her birthday, how could you?” you play along, your arms going up around his neck.

“We’ll then, I’ll have to make up for it” he smirks, before his head leans down to meet yours halfway.

Mouths meet in an eager slow kiss, soft lips tugging lovingly on yours and heating your feverish skin at the same time your pulse quickens beneath. As the kiss naturally grows deeper and needier, Jin’s hands move to grasp at your plump face, holding your face close as the pressure of his lips increases.

You’ve been forced to walk backwards as he steps forward, trying to keep your bodies as close together as possible. You are now against the kitchen counter, back arching as he keeps leaning forward and you are not stopping him. In an instinct, you try to lift your butt so you can sit at the counter and, understanding your will, Jin helps your heavy body up.

Soon you are enveloped in a tight embrace, lips still attached as your ankles cross behind Jin’s rump and pull him forward, bodies flushed against one another and hands roaming each other bodies in a lustful kiss that promises much more.

Yoongi

You wake up to an empty and growing colder bed. It was not an unusual occurrence, but even as you try to rub the sleep out of your freshly opened eyes, something in the back of your mind tells you something wasn’t right. It only comes to you when the door opens and you see Yoongi coming in, a tray in his hand with some burned toasters, butter and strawberry jam, milk and even a small vase with a single pink rose button in it.

“Oh, what’s that?” you ask surprised, sitting against the headboard on the bed, eyes now wide open. Yoongi had never made you breakfast in bed before.

“Happy birthday, love” was all he said, placing the tray carefully on top of your pillowy legs, taking the vase with the flower and placing it on the tableside, so it wouldn’t fall over.

“You made me breakfast? And it’s so early still, you didn’t have to, Yoongi” you say remorsefully, watching as he sits beside you in bed and you place your right hand on his cheek. “You still have dark circles around your eyes. You came home so late and woke up so early.”

“Don’t worry and just eat. The toast came up a bit burned, but should taste good with jam” he mumbles, sleep still evident in his voice.

“Thank you, sugar. You can sleep a bit more while I eat” you suggested, but Yoongi shakes his head and drops a kiss on your shoulder, leaning closer to you.

“I wanna watch you eat. Go ahead.”

You giggle as he lands his chin on the curve of your shoulder, hair brushing your ears and cheek, arms coming around you and resting comfortably against your stomach as you ate the meal he prepared for you.

The morning of your birthday was spent sharing burned toast with him, you eating a bite and giving him the next bite, which he lazily took, drinking milk that stained your upper lip and that Yoongi licked away in innocent kisses every time. Cuddling in bed with a discarded tray somewhere on top of the bedside table, arms going around Yoongi’s middle and hands spread on his shoulders and back, keeping him close as you rested your head on his chest.

“Are you sure you don’t want to get up?” he whispers just once more, head leaning back to look into your half-closed eyes.

“No. Just want to spend the morning exactly like this, resting in bed with you” you smile coyly.

Smiling back, one of Yoongi’s hand, that were holding your wide hips, comes up and pulls your chin up so he can press his lips to yours, the determined friction creating sparks of electricity down your spine and raising the hairs at the back of your neck.

“Love you” he murmurs against your mouth.

“Me too” you reciprocate, pulling yourself up slightly so you could comfortably kiss him back and show him just how much.

Namjoon

“Keep your cap down, what if someone notices you!” you warn once again, despite having warned him at least fifteen times since you left home.

“Baby, just relax. I told you, we’re fine. Act normal and no one will look at us twice” he assured you yet again, whispering lowly into your ear. “Let’s go pay the fee and go up, c’mon.”

In an elevator full of people, you push to get into the corner with your tall boyfriend, praying to all heavens he doesn’t get recognized. He stands in front of you, with his back turned to everyone and his small eyes set on you, one hand around yours and the other coming up to pat your worried head.

When you expressed how sad you were that you still didn’t get to visit the Namsan Tower since you came to Seoul, you never thought that Namjoon would take it upon himself to take you there on your birthday. It was such a public place, with so many tourists, pictures being taken all the time, you for sure thought he would never take this risk. And yet, here you both were, him wearing a black mask over his face and a cap covering his head, blending in with the crowd, in an overcrowded elevator riding up to the tallest level on the tower that you could get.

You could only really breathe when you left the elevator and pulled him with you to the rails, somewhere where there wasn’t as many people. Well, where there were the least amount of people, at least. Tourists where everywhere up here.

“You’re gonna give me a heart attack for my birthday, Joonnie” you complain, your free hand that wasn’t holding his going up to feel your heavy heartbeat.

“Y/N, you’re so worried about nothing that you don’t even appreciate the view. Look, isn’t it pretty?” He lets go of your chubby hand to turn your shoulders and make your body face the view you were ignoring.

It was almost night time and you could see the sunset painting the sky the prettiest orange and blue you had ever seen, the colorful lights of the city starting to stand out in the background. Better than all the pictures you had seen, it really was something one could only truly envision by being there.

“Wow, it’s so beautiful” you whisper, leaning your arms against the rails and smiling as you look around.

Namjoon leans against you, sheltering you from the cold blowing wind, one of his arms on top of the rails and the other going down your shoulder until it reaches the back pocket of your jeans, where he slides in his fingers comfortably. You bite your bottom lip to keep from smirking, always loving when he did that when the two of you would walk side by side.

“I’m sorry I could only take you here now. Wish we could have come sooner” he laments.

You turn you head to him, shaking it with a warm smile when he looks back at you.

“Don’t be. It’s the perfect birthday gift. Thank you, babe.”

And with a silly thought, you get on your tippy toes and lean in, surprising him when you press your lips to where his should have been, only with a mask in between the two of you. When you step back, blushing a bit at the silly action, he giggles before pulling the mask down his chin and kissing you before you could complain of how dangerous that was.

Those thick lips quiet yours in a deep kiss as the hand on the rails finds yours and intertwined your fingers, chills running up and down your spine that had absolutely nothing to do with the cold wind blowing on the tall tower.

Hoseok

“Hoseok, where are we going? Are you ever going to tell me?”

“You’ll see when we get there, sunshine. Don’t you trust me?” he questions from the driver’s seat, eyes set on the road.

It had been about half an hour of driving without him even disclosing what the destination was. Hoseok only told you to wear something comfortable and meet him in the car he parked in front of your house. Apparently, he had something special planned for your birthday but you weren’t allowed to know just yet.

“I’m just curious. I don’t even know where we are right now” you confess, looking out the window to the secluded road in what seemed like a small village.

“We are almost there.”

When the houses and mountains stay behind and give place to an open view of a beautiful marine blue ocean, water sparkling brightly with the tall sun in the clear blue sky, you finally understand. A shuddering gasps escapes you as you turn your body to his from your shotgun seat, a large smile tugging at your lips.

“Are we going to the beach?” you guess enthusiastically. Hoseok giggles and jumps in his seat, eyes daring to set on yours for a few moments instead of the empty straight road.

“Yes! I know you miss the ocean from your home, and I always wanted to go on a date at the beach” he explains, your enthusiasm mirrored back in his eyes and eager tone of voice.

Car parked just next to the beach’s entrance, Hoseok surprises you when he goes to the trunk of the car and takes out a red blanket, a cooler and a picnic basket. You take the basket from his hands before he can refuse and run happily to the sand, already barefoot and immensely enjoying the feeling of sand between your toes.

At the end of a tasty meal on top of the blanket, the beach deserted and the sea just a few feet away, blowing salty wind into your face, he surprises you once more by pulling two champagne glasses from the cooler, alongside a champagne bottle.

“Happy birthday, sunshine.” He wished, clinging his glass with yours.

“Thank you” you say, before taking a big sip of the liquid in the glass.

“Did you like our date? Anything you want to do? It’s your day, I’ll do whatever you want” he assures you.

“Hum… Anything? Even go and watch a scary movie in the cinema?”

You watch him recoil slightly at that and it amuses you to no end.

“T-That might be difficult. What if someone sees me, you know?” he tries and covers up for the fact that he is just way too scared to watch a horror movie on the big screen. You laugh and decide to stop teasing him for now.

“Okay, fine, fine. But there is something this date is missing that I just can’t do without” you dictate, crossing your arms decisively.

“Oh? What’s that?” he asks, leaning in curiously.

Smirking, you suddenly throw your arms around his neck and capture his mouth for a soaring kiss, ending up flushed on top of him as he falls back at the sudden impact and lands in the middle of the sand. But you feel his lips tugging upwards beneath yours and you know he doesn’t care, his arms coming around your fleshy back and rolling you both over so that he is now on top, mouths ravishing on one another greedily.

His hands are unhurriedly exploring your clothed expansive body as the sensuous kiss grows more demanding and you would have not stopped him if not for the splash of a wave coming crashing down on top of you, soaking you instantly in salty water.

“Ah!! The tide is coming up!” you yell, frantic, getting up.

“Get the cooler!” he shouts back, already on his feet and grabbing the basket and pulling on the blanket.

In the middle of the anxious situation, you find yourself giggling to no end, your hair and clothes still wet, looking at the panicked man running in front of you, trying to create some distance between him and the raising sea. This would be one of the many fond memories you would share with him, laughing about it later on.

Jimin

Sighing, you put your phone down after you read the message from Jimin, wishing you a happy birthday and filled with sweet wishes, but also apologizing for not being able to see you today. It left a bittersweet taste in your mouth, knowing he cared enough to remember and message you right as the clock turned to midnight, but not being able to spend the day with you due to his busy schedule.

Even so, throughout the day he kept messaging and asking how you were, what you were doing, if you were having fun. It made you smile and you texted him about how you were going to meet a friend you hadn’t seen in a long time for lunch.

Unfortunately, as the day seemed to get better, it took a turn again. As you sat in the restaurant you agreed to meet, your friend was running late and her phone seemed to be off. You ended up waiting for over an hour, but the waiter had to ask you to leave as more people awaited a table and you weren’t requesting any menu.

Irked off and disappointed, you walked back home with crossed arms and a scowl on your round face. It seemed like your birthdays always went one of two ways: either really good or really bad. This year, you supposed was going to be a really bad one.

Taking your keys from your purse, you opened the main door of your house and, barely taking in a first step, dropped them along with your purse on the ground as you shrieked.

“SURPRISE! Happy birthday!!”

Hands covering your hanging open mouth and eyes wide on your shocked face, tears built up behind the eyes as you took in all the people around you, family and friends, including the one you were supposed to have met, all in party hats and throwing confetti at you, with big warm smiles in their faces and balloons in the air, one saying ‘Happy Birthday’ in silver lettering behind the big group.

And then an angelic voice started singing happy birthday, the rest of the people joining in, but your ears focused on the one you wanted to hear the most.

Jimin came from the kitchen, he too wearing a red party hat on his head, smiling proudly with flushed cheeks and holding a beautiful cake in his hands, a bunch of lit candles flickering on top of it. He came to a full stop in front of you, singing with everyone until it was time for you to blow out the candles.

As everyone clapped by the end of the song, you finally dropped your chunky hands from your face and a tear escaped your right eye as you leaned forwards and blew the candles out.

“Happy birthday, Y/N” Jimin whispered sweetly to you as everyone shouted in congratulations.

Your parents came to grab your purse and keys from the floor and close the still open door, rubbing your arms and kissing your cheeks as they did so.

“He prepared all of this, you know? Called all of us last month” you mom said.

“And he had most of the decorations ready when we arrived to help. This one’s a keeper, honey” you dad whispered, although Jimin could still clearly hear him.

Your mom took the cake from Jimin’s hands and your father called everyone to go to the living room, where the cake would be shared.

Left in the hallway alone with Jimin, you giggled in between the few happy tears that had fallen and threw your thick arms around him tightly.

“You idiot! I thought I wouldn’t get to see you” you cried out in his arms.

“I’m sorry, flower. I just wanted to surprise you, sorry I had to lie” he apologized, holding you tight and swinging you side to side as he did so.

“It’s okay. You gave me the best birthday ever” you told him.

“Wait, really? The best one?” His head leaned back to see your expression and you noticed how proud he seemed to be of that, big smile on his rosy lips that almost hid his eyes behind the raised cheeks, turning them into cute half-moons.

“Really” you assured him with a chuckle.

Getting on your tippy-toes, you reached his lips for a short peck and just as he smiled brighter at that and leaned down to capture your mouth again, you heard the voice of your father calling from the living room.

“Y/N! Come and cut the cake already!”

Locking eyes with Jimin, you smile and kiss his cheek instead. There would be time for lots and lots of kisses later.

Taehyung

‘Good morning, sweetheart! Come and meet me downstairs when you wake up. Love U.’ That was the message you woke up to this morning, from Taehyung. You sighed, already anticipating what was in store for you. Getting up and dressing yourself nicely, you exited your bedroom and went down to the ground floor, where he must have been waiting for you.

“Taehyung? Where are you?” You call as you take the last steps on the stairs.

Rounding the corner into the living room, you gasp as Taehyung jumps from behind the sofa with the biggest boxy smile and shiny eyes disappearing behind his lifted smiling cheeks.

“Happy birthday, my sweetheart!” he happily exclaims, arms up in the air.

Your gasp was not so much of the sudden jump of him, but more because of the state the living room was in. There were dozens of flowers around, a birthday cake in the middle of the dining table surrounded with colorful balloons and way too many presents, from all different sizes.

“Tae, what the hell is all of this?” you can’t help but ask, looking around in awe.

“It’s for your birthday, of course! Did you forget?” he innocently asks, coming around the sofa and enveloping his arms around your fleshy hips.

“No, but don’t you think it’s too much? It’s not even a special birthday or anything, I’m just a year older. I didn’t need any of this” you complain, even if you did feel incredibly grateful to have someone in your life that would go this far for you.

“Nothing it’s too much for you, Y/N. My lovely girlfriend deserves the world!” he determinedly assures, pulling you for a squeezing hug that has you struggling for air.

“Okay, okay” you laugh in his arms, trying to move your trapped arms in his chest so you could hug him back, but he wouldn’t budge. “Thank you, Tae Tae. You’re too good to me.”

In response, Taehyung drops a kiss on the skin of your exposed shoulder, then another at the juncture of your shoulder and neck, then another against the pulse point he knew so well on your neck that made you tremble in his arms every single time. He continues to peck softly at your soft jaw, your puffy cheeks, the corner of your mouth before, finally, joining his lips to yours amorously, nibbling and sucking the plump lips until you open to him and he can taste your sweet essence, pleasurable sighs escaping you as he did so.

When he pulls back, you find yourself chasing his lips, subconsciously begging him not to stop. He smirks knowingly and now you feel like hitting him for his conceitedness.

“Let’s open the presents!” he eagerly proposes, suddenly turning into a child and letting you go to go and grab the largest present, shaking it and handing it to you with a big smile, like he didn’t already know what was in every single one of them.

Jungkook

“Kookie, are you really sure about this?”

“Of course I’m sure! Now c’mon, we need to hurry!”

Pulling you by your chubby hand, you ran after the eager boy as he pulled you in to the amusement park. Despite your abundant concerns, Jungkook had convinced you to go with him to an amusement park for your birthday as you birthday present. Even with the beanie covering all of his hair and the mask on his face, you weren’t sure if he could blend in. Not sure how it was for other people, but you could recognize him immediately just by his beautiful almond eyes. It made you anxious to think somebody else could too.

However, has he pulls you in and you see the excited glint in his eyes, perfectly able to picture the bunny smile behind the mask he was wearing, you just couldn’t stop him and ask him to go back. And, beneath your worries, you were actually pretty excited too. It had been years since you last went to an amusement park and you knew Jungkook would make the experience ten times better.

True to your expectations, the eager boy took you to every attraction he could, from rollercoaster rides to the chairlifts ones, from sharing an ice-cream on the Ferris wheel to being chased by monsters on the haunted house. Concerns long gone, you had the best of times with Jungkook and he seemed to be enjoying himself immensely too, which made you that much happier.

Night approaching and the park’s lights turning on, you ask the restless boy if you two shouldn’t be going home by now.

“Just one more ride, the last one I promise!” he begged, tugging at your hand, making it impossible to say no.

“Okay, then. Which one? I feel like we’ve been to all of them” you say, looking around.

“Not all. We need to go on that one still” he points at one to the left, pulling your arm as you both rush to make it there.

“Wait, the merry-go-round? I thought you didn’t like that one” you ask confused, but still looking at the beautiful and intricate patterns on the ride, the rich colors and different types of seats to choose from.

“Yeah, but you like it. We have to ride it to end the day” he explains, a hesitant hand coming up to pat your head lovingly. You smile warmly back at him, adoring the fact that he kept the ride he knew you liked for the last one on your birthday.

“Thank you, Kookie. Which one do you wanna get on? The horses? The lions?”

“Here, let’s get on this one.”

Pulling you up the stairs, Jungkook is determined to reach the one he wanted and soon you are inside the round chariot of the carrousel, sited at the red bench inside the golden abode. It reminded you of a princess’s ride, like Cinderella. It was beautiful, you just didn’t understand why Jungkook would chose this one.

When the ride started spinning, you were happily looking around as the world outside moved as Jungkook took out his camera from his bag. You only looked back when you heard a click.

“What are you doing?” You notice he had removed his mask that was now pulled down his jaw.

“You look cute. I want to take pictures” he shared, raising the camera back at you.

“We already took a lot of pictures, Kook!” you admonish, trying to escape from the lens, not really liking taking pictures alone.

“It’s the end of the day, c’mon! Here.” He pulls you by the shoulders to his side and points the camera at both of you. Enjoying taking pictures with him much more, you smile as the flash goes off. “Oh, and Y/N?”

Turning your head to him when he called, you are completely taken back when he leans forward and smashes his supple lips to yours, another flash going off just as you closed your eyes.

You watch still confused as he leans back and goes to see the picture he just took on the camera, the image of you two kissing showing up on the small screen. You notice his shy smile and the blush on his cheeks spreading to his ears.

“Got it” he whispers to himself.

“Is that why you wanted this specific ride? The one that is covered from other people?” you suddenly realize.

“Hum?” he plays dumb, not even looking your direction as he pretends to go through the pictures in his camera.

“Idiot” you accused, hitting his arm before ending up pulling him by the collar and kissing him again.

His surprised exclamation is swallowed by your passionate mouth and soon you feel him smiling against your lips, letting go of his camera in favor of holding your fleshy sides in his hands and pulling you close. Lips rubbing together insistently, a hundred degree fever taking over your body despite the cold night, the loving kisses are only interrupted by the halt of the carrousel. And are resumed once again as soon as you get back home.

[writingsofmyimagination]

28 Days |Epilogue|

GIF by: @suggamiin​

Genre: Werewolf Au (Jimin x Reader)   Part 1  Part 2

Rating:18+

Summary: It’s your birthday and well...you get treated. Sinful PWP to end this.

Word Count:3188

Warnings: Swearing,Smut - Slight exhibitionism, sex toys (cock ring) SUB Jimin... I repeat Sub Jimin.

Final Part!!!!! Loved this sooo much.

@safi4x​ @nerdygaloresposts​ @sockie-the-dumbass​ @jimin-75​

You were gratefully stolen from your nightmare of failing your end of year exams by the soothing scent of waffles. The glucose of the maple syrup powerful but tantalising to your drowsy senses. Dragging yourself from the comfort, you made a stumble to the kitchen area. A waffle sliding off the spatula onto the plate, his neck nudging his head into your newly emerged direction. You went to retrieve your fluffy dressing gown from the arm of a chair. His gaze briefly frozen on the curves of your behind feebly covered by the black lace hot pants teasing from under his shirt. The only skin available for your eyes to feast on was the occasional trail of veins running down his arms. Ripped denim skinnies sat over black and white vans, laces gleaming white. Red tee with the cutest pocket over his chest fitted and tucked into his leather belt. Heaven forbid he ever look scruffy to go out.

“Take a picture it lasts longer” you toyed covering the view and making your way over to him

“How many times have I asked you?” he countered serving the question straight back

“No, you’ve asked me if you can film us fucking, slight difference” your return bouncing the un-returnable ball in his court.

“Hey I’ve needed something while you’ve been busy revising and FINE! I’m asking now” He pulled you closer by your behind, hands having a firm squeeze for breakfast. You dodged his incoming kiss, leaning to the side to slide your finger through the maple syrup drizzled on your plate. His eyes frozen on the way your finger disappeared in your mouth and sucked on the digit he easily wished was his cock.

“I’m more hungry for actual food right now” You pecked him on the cheek kidnapping the plate from behind him.

“You’re insufferable when you tease you know that”

“You have your finals to focus on today”

“I know I know” His leather jacket sliding on his shoulders smooth as silk.

“Good luck”

“Happy Birthday baby” The drawn-out kiss on your forehead brought a beaming smile to your lips, insides heating up to a pleasant warm fuzz. Before he had the chance to straighten out your hands captured the back of his neck dragging him into a heated kiss which he fell weakly for.

“Remember to wear something nice for me later”

“As if I’d let you take me out in anything but. Can you not even give me a hint?”

“Nope”

You had no idea how dressy you needed to be.

Are we going out out or just just out?

//

Opting for as mid ‘out’ as you could you dug out your button front dress. The dress was belted with a silk tie, it stopped mid-thigh scooping slightly at the sides. The chest and long sleeves were laced in a pretty delicate floral pattern. Your hair was curled swooped over one shoulder and pinned. White hi-top converse snug on your feet.

Fuck heels, I need comfort

He rocked up at your door in black skinnies which were tight around his thighs.

Jesus lord mother of Mary

That alone could make your mouth hit the floor. The cotton fresh white v neck tugged tight into his gold buckled belt. The same leather jacket, silver zips scattered across in silver strips. Face bright, the concoction of exams going well and the reaction to the approved visuals of you.

“Ready?”

“Don’t I look ready?”

“I mean you look stunning but did you really have to wear something so easily taken off?”

“Is that a complaint?”

“More of a why do you have to be such a teasing bitch?” he chuckled as you swatted his arm.

//

He blindfolded you as soon as you got to his car.

//

You were cautious to your feet guided by Jimin until he ordered you to stop.

“Don’t move”

“Like I’m going to wander off” you shot back.

A click was the only thing reaching your ears. The smell of the room was familiar but your brain was too intrigued and giddy to bother working out why.

The blindfold fell from your face leaving only scrunched up eyebrows until the glint above you drew your attention. You were in the university library, the floor normally underneath tables had been pushed to the side, table legs flaying the air. It was astronomy week and the students had secured fairy lights to the ceiling in the shape of a star constellation. The blinds were shut, the fairy lights intermittently twinkling above you; like diamonds on a royals crown. He emerged from behind the desk with a wicker picnic basket and a rolled chequered blanket tucked under his arm. His sweet smile only subtly laced with triumph. Your gaze still fixed on the false sky.

“I know how comforting you find the library and how much of grump you get when your cold so didn’t want to take you out…”

“I love it!” you beamed nearly knocking the picnic basket from his grasp as you smothered him with a hug; his free hand steadying the influx of your weight against him.

“But If you haven’t got sausage rolls in there I will seriously reconsider our relationship” you teased plonking yourself down on the cleared floor atop the blanket.

“They were the first thing I picked up” he calmed.

//

“Ready for your present?”

“Mmmhmm” you hummed mouth full of scotch egg. Jimin fished out a small box from his pocket.

“Well open it. I’m not proposing” he beckoned after your stared at it for a moment too long.

“Jimin it’s beautiful” you cooed looking and the tear drop pendant weaved in your fingers. The outside ripples of silver, the main body was crystal clear, shimmering as you tilted your hands.

“Look closer” he urged. You did as you were told for once.

“How did you…?”

“You’d be surprised at who Yoongi has as contacts” he explained. Carved into the gem was the unmistakeably twizzled in swirls of patterns of haemoglobin. Something heavily involved in your thesis and wanted to specialise in in regards to how some viruses attack this area.

“I knew your nerd ass would love it and all jokes aside you give me so much life and I do feel sometimes you’re my oxygen that I need flooding through me to live” he paused.

“You know like haemoglobin”

“I’m more than aware of its function Jimin” you chuckled. He was sweet; the sweetness coaxed water to fill your eyes with none of it falling.

“I love you too you big softy” You were already clipping the chain around your neck. He lent over to you lips pressing hard into you. The other gift he’d presented was far less innocent.

“Are you planning on getting the strawberries and cream out or what?” you mouthed speaking into his kiss, lightly grappling at his bottom lip. The sucrose in the air was all too suffocating.

“Are you not sweet enough?” he teased failing to hold his cringe filled laugh. You lightly shoved his chase away from you.

“Get that cheese away pllleeaase” you begged. In order to maintain your dignity your leg was slightly bent and raised before you. Your thigh was more exposed but at least your underwear was covered.

//

“Oops” You shook your head, the cool cream conveniently dripping onto your thigh as Jimin fed you the last but one strawberry. As straight as his face was his true intention hadn’t been masked in his eyes.

“Well are you going to clear up your mess or not?”

“Well if you insist”

You planted both hands behind you leaning back, his warm tongue collecting the cool cream escaping down your thigh.

“I think you taste sweeter” he hummed, his tongue spanning his lips before disappearing back into his mouth. Your sudden movements caught him off guard. Enough to let you have advantage and push his weight back enough to fight yours to be on top. You scrunched his shirt up to his neck. Perfect olive skin. Muscles taught and firm under his skin. His eyes diligent in following the drips of cream pooling over his stomach, his muscles twitched at the temperature. The last strawberry dragged through the milky coating on his skin before half of it disappeared in your mouth.

“I think you do”

“Why don’t you come up over here so I can taste you again?” You were by no means going to say no but you were going to tease him until he pleaded for it. You stood, shimmying out of your underwear. His brows knitting together when you sat back down still over his hips and not his face.

“Don’t pout!” the buttons on the front of your dress one by one slowly became unhooked. His hands automatically resting firm on your hips after his hands quickly laid claim to your chest.

“I just thought I’d make myself that bit sweeter for you”

“And how do you think you can do that?” he challenged. He was too busy admiring your front he’d not seen your hands dip behind and retrieve the cream pot.

“Like this?” You watched the trail make its way down through the valley of your breasts running over your stomach to pool in between your thighs and run down his sides. His eyes now shifted to your core laced in creamy glucose.

“Fuck princess” he whined, those unstoppable flecks raging in his eyes.

“Get up here now!”

Excuse me?

Your expression clearly mirrored your thoughts

“Please” his tone so whiny compared to his last demand.

His purr vibrated at your core, cream smudging around his lips. The cat who definitely got the cream. Your hand flew to his tangle in his hair, the other flying out to secure yourself against the beech desk in front of you. Nail meeting the smooth surface with nothing to grip onto.

Your head dropped; his eyes were closed held together in the total ecstasy of you. Only when the moans started trickling from your lips did his eyes burn up hard into you. The more pressure he put against your core the less you were able to hold his clouded over fuelled red eyes. This boy could have you cumming on his tongue quicker than anyone else. Whether it was because he could hear your heartbeat or the whole essence thing made it more intense but it he could have you so damn quick. You knew he was taking his time; any other day you’d already be begging him for your third release already, easy. The torturous slow stripes he made with his tongue had the deep groans boiling in your throat.

“Please make me cum already” you whined tugging his hair, grabbing his attention to your face and not the feast he was making between your legs He’d kept you dancing on the edge for too long.

“Make yourself” he coaxed in between the breathes he was catching up on. It wasn’t a sarcastic comeback. Definitely not.

“Want me to ride that pretty face of yours?” current roles subtly switching.

“Mmmhmm” he hummed swiping your arousal from his lips with his tongue, eyes blown, completely fucked out. You breathed a ‘sigh’ with a jesting eye roll. You were inebriated, addicted to how he loved it when you used him to get off. He was equally to you using him. His head stayed docile, his tongue a podium still and stiff for you to take your prize. Both your hands now steadied against the desk, hips gyrating over him.

No longer would he dance you along the jagged edge of your release. You threw yourself off, all the weight of previous refusals crashing on top of you. You fell hard. Your head hung; exhausted for a moment before giving Jimin room to breathe.

“Does this hurt?” You teased palming his cock straining against the tight denim of his jeans. The hiss and chokes echoing in the room answering your questions with perfect clarity.

“Well we can’t have that”

“Go behind the desk” He did as he was told.

“Why have I never thought about fucking you over the library desk” He cursed himself.

“I never said you were going to fuck me” Swirling the new cock ring he’d bought for you round your finger.

“Guarantee you’ll need me to fuck you when you’ve finished toying with me”

He always fucking knows.

His top discarded, slung over the top of the desk that shielded you from the rest of the library. Your hands guiding themselves across the perfect sculpture of his back, nails purposely leaving red trails. The cool leather of his belt resting against your skin. The front of his jeans pulled down his cock strained with the ring. Gargled moans and pants disrupting the calm of the library each time you hand gripped and moved.

“Going to beg yet?”

“No..o” Your hand snaked up his back, hair taught in your wrists.

“How about now? You breathed dangerously close to his ear, back arching in a crescent obediently to you. Vibration now throbbing through his already painful member. Neck strained, unrestrained grunts bobbing his adams apple. He blissfully regretted the present he got for you already; not too much though.

“Fuck” he whined, restraint and control leaking from his voice.

“Okay okay” Tolerance snapping as you your hands stroked him in a torturous slow movement

You stopped, pushed the power switch on the ring. Straightening yourself. Hands staying where the stilled; a potential threat if his words were not satisfactory.

He took whatever breath he could into his lungs, knuckles white gripped on the table.

“Pleeease let me fuck you, please let me cum mmm…. hand, mouth I don’t care” His arms struggled not to buckle, desperation thick through his strength.

“Are you that desperate that you don’t even care anymore?” Your thumb glazing over the end of his cock.

“Jesus…yes” his voice breaking in sync with his cracked resolve. With him facing the front you could only see his jaw tensing up, the side of his eyes straining to stay open.

“Are you that desperate that you don’t even want to make me cum before you?”

“mmm…No!”

Correct answer!

“Good boy” you praised

“Now I’m going to turn this back on and you’re going to wait until I allow you to cum. You’ve got to fuck me now. I’m dying to have you inside me”

Unanimous profanities bubbled into the room; bodies finally entwined. You both stilled, him fully inside you. Everything just felt too good. Senses overwhelmed with sweet sensations. Your arms crossed at the back of his neck fingertips tight to his skin. The perspiration glazing his forehead mingling with yours. Both looking down to where you connected.

“Ready?” asking and clenching around him at the time had him pinning his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Mmm” he breathed breathing through your torturous tensing.

“Words” you lightly scolded clenching again. His throat bobbed tense.

“Yes” he finally managed.

The throbbing vibrations resumed through him. The patch on top of the ring now vibrated through your clit each time he jolted his hips into you. His laboured breathing indicative of him holding back, funnelling control in his movements. Hot air swirling between you. Your head incapable of moving against the firm hand keeping your head with his. The muscles in your legs tensing, verging on cramping with how tight they gripped at his waist keeping the vibrations on you as much as possible. His bucks sudden and precise, enough apart that he can just about hold onto himself.

“Fuck, please give… it up to…” He was desperate, he needed you to cum so badly so you would show mercy on him.

“Hold it” you ordered. He whimpered, uncertain of his ability to do as he was told. His head drooped to the nook of your neck teeth latching on in a weak attempt to transfer some of the frustration and distraction somewhere else. He choked when your legs locked and pulled him as close as humanly possible. His restricted movement gave you the control to circle your hips around him directing the vibrations in the rhythm you needed. His hot breathes became jagged, fanning across the front of your shoulder.

“Count to 3 then cum for me baby” You panted.

“1” his hips snapped once.

“2” you clenched around him, controlling your muscles not to give. His moans stuttered.

“3” the count was almost breathless; almost devoid of sound. You arched into him shoving the vibrating pack back harsh against your clit, tightening around him again.

Swear words groaned out of his mouth, your core pulsing around him in waves washing you with serotonin. The rush of exaggerated senses never stopped overwhelming you too see white spots shadowing your visions. Sex with your essence was ridiculously other worldly; normal sex now completely transcended. You viced onto his body until his hips finished jerking.

Ugh! No condom, going to be an uncomfortable trip home. But..

“Jesus you’re going to kill me” he panted as you tapped at his hips

Move back

Powering down the ring, slipping it off with a grunt from him.

“Well you got me this remember so really you’ve done yourself in” Your index fingertip beckoning a hot soft kiss to your lips.

“I want one more thing from you baby”

“Anything” he confessed popping the buttons of his jeans back into looking decent.

“I’m not making my way home with your mess dripping out of me. Clean it up” You couldn’t decide who donned the filthier smirk Jimin or you. Within a beat he was on his knees, tugging a leg over his shoulder. Hurrying your hands behind you stabilising yourself from cracking your head on the top level of the desk. A gargled groan eliciting from the flicks of his tongue, the sensitive nub quietly welcoming the soft warm strokes. When his motions became less focused on collecting and began to circle more at your clit you gripped and yanked his hair.

Fuck, he looks sweet

“Look at you with your own cum glistening on your chin…so sexy” The visual pulled at the recovering coils in your core; but the light smile on your face slowly erupted into a small laugh. In retaliation he bounced up forcing an unbalancing harsh kiss. Transferring the chimera of your climaxes to your lips. You fingers teasing your buttons at the front of your dress closed, away from the already wandering eyes of Jimin.

“You taste so good mixed with me” He purred burying into your neck inhaling the after sex intoxicating scent he swooned for.

“Stop talking like that or I’ll wanna fuck you again” you warned. He burrowed further hands tightening at your hips

“And?” he countered

“I’d much rather you take me back home so I can do it with YOUR new favourite toy”

“Is it my birthday or yours?” His body remembering how hard he came with the new purple strap on you loved torturing him with.

“Having you in tears begging for me to go harder is all the present I need”

[bangtan-sonyeonddaeng]

Hoseok Reaction| You meet and don’t tell him you know who he is only for him to find out later

You had seen the posts from army that Hoseok was flying to LA for some big project. You also just so happened to be in the city as well, having always wanted to visit there. The fact that you were now standing in the same city as him made your stomach do somersaults. Realistically, you knew the chances of running into him in a city as big as this one were slim to none. You didn’t want to get your hopes up. So you walked around the city doing the things you had normally planned. Imagine your surprise when you were walking to grab breakfast and a man who looked strangely like Hoseok came walking up next to you. You were stopped at a cross walk and snuck a glance out of the corner of your eye. He was wearing a mask over the bottom half of his face, but based on the recent photos you had seen of Hoseok at the airport you were almost 100% positive it was him. While you were waiting for the light to change you couldn’t help but notice he kept sneaking glances at you. You were doing the same to him and once your eyes met, you both looked away shyly. The light now signaled it was okay to cross and you both went across the street. You noticed that he made no move to adjust his speed, walking at the same pace as you.

“Excuse me.” You nearly jump out of your skin when he talks to you. You now can say for certain now you knew it was Hoseok. His voice was something you could recognize anywhere. you don’t react though at this realization. You wanted a chance to talk to him, no matter how small the interaction and you weren’t about to ruin it by fangirling over him. Even if he did look like a model straight off the runway. 

“Y-yeah?”

“I’m looking for a good place to get breakfast. Do you have any suggestions?” 

“Actually I am on my way to a cafe right now, it’s supposed to have pretty good reviews. Did you want to just come with me? I mean we don’t have to eat together! I can just show you where it is then we can go our separate ways after that.” He can’t help but chuckle at your rambling but he finds it quite endearing. 

“Okay. That sounds nice.” You two walk for a few more seconds, wondering if you should try to make conversation with him or just enjoy the silence. Hoseok snaps you out of your thoughts.

“Are you from LA?”

“Oh.. no I actually am just visiting. I’ve always wanted to come here. What about you?”

“Ah no.. I’m from pretty far away.”

“Oh really? Where?”

“South Korea.”

“Oh! Really? What brings you to LA?”

“Secret business, important business.” You almost giggle as you remember that clip of Hoseok telling people about their important business so they wouldn’t take photos of them but you hold it in. 

“Ah okay. You don’t have to tell me that’s fine. I’m just here for vacation really. Just enjoying the sights of the city and seeing what it has to offer.”

“That sounds really nice.. Every time I go to a new city it’s usually just to per- I mean work! Yes it’s usually for work.” He’s trying so hard not to give himself away. 

“Ah, well maybe while you’re here now you could stay a little bit longer. Really get to take everything in. Surely they must give you some time off right?”

“Yeah.. actually I am supposed to be on a break right now but sometimes you just can’t leave your work alone you know?”

“Yeah, I totally understand.” You are standing outside the cafe now and he goes in first, holding the door open for you. The host greets you at the front.

“Ah hello! How many are in your party?” You think for sure this is the end of your conversation with Hoseok, you are ready to part ways and go about your day. You were completely surprised when he held up 2 fingers and then looked back at you. 

“If that’s okay with you? Do you want to join me?” 

“I’d love to. Thank you for asking me.” If there was any doubt in your mind about whether or not you were talking to Hoseok it was all wiped away when he lowered his mask and smiled at you. It completely took your breath away, seeing that he was just as handsome in person as he was in their videos and performances. Here with you right now he was just Jung Hoseok, not J-Hope and seeing him relaxed and unwind made you happy to see him enjoying himself. 

You sit down and continue to talk more after you order your food, you asking him about his life back in South Korea. He gives vague answers but seems to be more interested in you anyway. You can’t believe the amount of times he’s smiled or laughed at something you said. It was like you two had known each other for such a long time. You instantly clicked, noticing that you personalities seemed to flow so well together. 

“Ah, wait a minute I just realized I never asked you what your name was!”

“It’s y/n. And what about you?” You honestly aren’t expecting him to give you his real name, instead opting for the fond nickname he had been given by the members.

“You can call me Hobi.” He holds his hand out across the table and you shake it, noticing that he holds onto your hand for a little bit longer than necessary. He drops his hand, feeling a little flustered when the waitress comes to give you your food and he realizes how long he was holding on to you. You two spend more time eating your break fast and talking to each other, easily falling into conversation like you had known each other your whole lives. Suddenly his phone goes off. He answers and is speaking rather quickly in Korean, you catch a few words. Something about a rehearsal or music video? He hangs up and gives you an apologetic smile. 

“Ah.. I’m sorry but work calls. I actually have to get going now but, it was really nice meeting you.” He stands up and seems to be having an internal debate with himself. “Do you.. do you think we can see each other again? I mean I’m going to be here for another few days at least and I was hoping maybe we could do this again if you'll be here for long?” 

“I’d love that actually. Do you want my number?” He nods happily, handing you his phone. You notice he has a photo of himself and Yoongi as his background and it makes you smile. You put your number in his contacts and hand your phone so he can do the same, thankful that you had already pulled up your contacts so he wouldn’t see your phone wallpaper was of BTS. 

“Text me later Hobi?”

“Yeah! After I am done working maybe we could go out to dinner or something?”

“I’d love that.”

You had grown quickly attached to him after that. You two spent everyday together for the next 3 days. After his ‘work’ you two would go out and see some sights or go to popular tourist attractions. He even took you to a Korean BBQ restaurant, wanting to tell you and show you more about his culture. You two drank and laughed and honestly you hadn’t been this happy in a long time. Hoseok really lived up to his stage name. After dinner he had offered to walk you back to your hotel since it was right up the block from where you two had ate .

“Do you want to come upstairs for a bit? We drank quite a bit and you should probably sober up before you go back.” 

“Ah it’s only our third date and you’re already trying to take me home, scandalous!” You burst out laughing and he laughs along with you.

“I’m not trying anything weird with you Hobi. I just want to spend time with you. Maybe watch a movie- wait did you just say date?” 

“You just caught on huh?”

“Is that what we’ve been doing?”

“I mean.. I was kind of hoping maybe you would see it that way?” You see him look down at his feet, too nervous to meet your gaze. You lean in and peck his cheek.

“I actually was thinking the same thing.” You take his hand and lace your fingers together as you walk upstairs. You let Hoseok scroll through the TV channels trying to find something to watch. Having found nothing of interest you both just sit on the bed thinking of random topics to talk about.

“What kind of music do you like? I don’t think I ever asked you?”

“Ah mostly hip hop and rap, some pop.  What about you?”

“I like um.. pop music. Mostly just what plays on the radio you know?”

“You should play me your favorite song.” Well you certainly can’t do that because your favorite song is by his band and you’re trying not to give anything away. You scroll through and pick a random English pop song, however while you were scrolling your finger lingered a little too long on another song and it immediately started playing. Of course it would be a song from his mixtape. You’re panicking when you hear the all too familiar drum line of Piece of Peace start playing in the hotel room. Hoseok immediately jumps away from you and you feel your heart aching. He points an accusatory finger at you.

“You.. you knew who I was this whole time?!” 

“Hobi, wait please I can explain.” 

“Explain what?! That you used me? Huh is that all you wanted? Just an opportunity to get close to your bias so you can brag to all the fans? What have you been taking screen shots of our conversations? Planning to sell that selfie we took together? God I can’t believe you. I actually thought.. I actually thought you liked me. I thought for once in my life I had found someone I could just be Hoseok around but you proved that’s obviously never going to happen for me.”

“I do like you. Not Jhope, not Hobi, YOU Jung Hoseok. And I would never do something like that to you. Please just let me explain.”

“How the hell do you expect me to believe you when you’ve been lying to me this whole time? You know what? I’m done. Gosh now I have to go change my number because you’re probably going to give that out to everyone too I’m surprised my phone isn’t blowing up yet.” You can’t stop the tears from streaming down your cheeks as you sob loudly into the hotel room. Hoseok almost breaks, almost. Until he remembers that everything was just a lie. None of this was real for you, just some game to play with him until you went back home with bragging rights. 

“I’m sorry Hoseok..”

“Yeah, yeah I’m sorry too.” He slams the hotel door on his way out and you feel like you can’t get a breath from how much you are crying. Hoseok debates with himself the whole way home. Should he have given you a chance to explain? Should he have stayed and demanded you deleted your conversations with each other? He had told you some really personal things that he hadn’t told very many people. He opened up to you, he trusted you. And it’s that realization that makes it hurt even worse. 

“Am I ever going to be able to just have a normal relationship with someone? Or is it always going to be like this?” He says to no one. He sighs heavily and calls a cab to take him back to his hotel. 

You feel awful. Worse than awful, you feel like the scum of the earth for hurting him. You should have just been honest from the start and maybe this never would have happened. The last thing you wanted to do was cause any sort of pain to an angel like him. You decide to be honest with him now, opening up your phone camera to record an apology to send to him, even though you’re certain he’s probably blocked your number, you have to try at least.

“Hoseok.. I am so sorry. No amount of words are ever going to be able to fully express how awful I feel for hurting you. I never wanted to betray your trust. These last few days I spent with you have been some of the best of my life. I haven’t laughed so much in.. gosh I can’t even remember how long. You made me so incredibly happy and all I did was hurt you. I.. I didn’t do this with bad intentions. I’m not going to sell our photo to the press, I’ll even delete it if you want me to. I’ll delete your number, erase our conversations whatever you want. I just wanted to get to know you. After our first day together I felt a strong connection with you and I didn’t want to mess it up by telling you I was a fan. I was worried you would turn tail and never talk to me again and I couldn't handle that. Well.. but now look that happened anyway. I know you’re never going to forgive me but I just had to tell you I was sorry and at least try to explain myself. I hope you get home safely. Goodbye Hoseok.” You turn the video off and send it, only to immediately start crying again. You don’t know how you held yourself together for that long.  You’re surprised that the video actually went through. Suddenly you’re exhausted after today’s events and you drift off to sleep. 

“I hope you get home safely. Goodbye Hoseok.” He doesn’t even realize he’s crying until he notices droplets of water start to fall on his phone. He wipes them away quickly trying to collect himself. He pauses for a moment, trying to work out the mess that was his brain right now. He felt so betrayed by you, and even though he had only known you for a short time he felt like his heart was broken. But hearing your heartfelt apology, knowing that you only had good intentions he found it difficult to stay angry with you. Only time would tell if you actually meant what you had said. With how he had yelled at you before storming out of the hotel, the hurtful things he had said to you, he wouldn’t be surprised if you actually would release all of his information. He scrolls through social media and is up quite late, trying to decide what to do and he’s slowly realizing that that scenario isn’t going to happen. You really were honest and telling the truth. And now he felt horrible. Before he could dwell on the feeling any longer he was struck with exhaustion and fell asleep. 

When he woke up he frantically threw the covers around looking for his phone to see a text message from you. 

I’m leaving in a few hours. I guess I’ll just delete your number then.. and everything else. I still will support you and be cheering for you though, just like a good fan should. I hope your project goes well and I can’t wait to see it. I know it’s going to be amazing because you put your whole heart into everything.

He panics as he looks at what time it is. You had sent that message 2 hours ago. He frantically runs out of his hotel room, not caring that he is still in his pajamas and didn’t even bother to try to hide his identity. He had to get to you before you left. He flagged down a taxi and asked them to hurry as fast as they could to get to your hotel. He got there in record time, running up to the front desk and asking if you had checked out yet.

“Ah.. I’m sorry but she just left. Is there anything I can help you with sir?” He shakes his head as his heart sinks and realizes that he’s too late. He sits on the couch in the lobby, debating if he should text you or if this was fate’s way of telling him that you two just weren’t meant to be. His thumb is still hovering over your contact information when suddenly he sees you walk through the lobby doors. 

“H-Hoseok? What are you doing here?”

“Me? What are you doing here! The front desk told me you left!” 

“That’s because I did.. I just left my charger in the room and was coming back to get it before I leave.” 

“Please don’t go.” He practically jumps off the couch and runs over to you, taking your hand in his. “i got your message… I heard your apology. I should have listened to you yesterday I am such an idiot I am so sorry. I yelled at you and accused you of horrible things and I understand if you don’t want to see me again but.. I just had to tell you how sorry I was before you left.” He looks so sincere and you can’t bring yourself to leave him. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a hug. Hoseok stands there for a moment not moving, until you feel his arms snake around your waist and pull you in closer. 

“I forgive you. If you can forgive me for lying to you too.”

“Of course. You did it with the best intentions I can’t be mad at you y/n.” He pulls away smiling warmly at you. 

“Can we maybe continue where we left off?”

“Don’t you have to go?”

“I mean I was planning on staying for a few more days anyway. I just didn’t have a reason to anymore after I thought you hated me.” 

“I could never hate you. You’re too sweet for that.” He leans down and pecks your cheek and you instantly feel a blush forming. You walk over to the front desk, asking if you can check back into your room. She gives you a knowing smile and hands you the key back.

“Guess I better go grab my stuff out of the cab.” 

“I’ll grab it for you.” You watch him walking outside, feeling so incredibly grateful that he found it in his heart to forgive you. Hoseok was always such a kind and caring person, and seeing and getting to experience that first hand is something you will always appreciate. He walks back in and sees you staring at him. 

“What?”

“Nothing.. just thinking about how happy I am you’re here with me right now.” 

“I’m happy too. What do you want to do today?”

“Can we just stay in today? Maybe watch some TV, order room service?”

“That sounds great.” You two enter the elevator and head back to the room, not even bothering to unpack your stuff before you both flop onto the bed. You scoot closer to him and rest your head on his chest. He grabs the remote off the nightstand and flips through until he finds a movie he remembered you telling him that you liked. 

“Hey y/n?”

“Yeah Hobi?”

“Thank you..” He didn’t have to tell you what he was thanking for, you already knew. You just smile up at him and kiss his cheek. 

“And thank you too.”

[vkookjamz]

⋆☽Kitten☾⋆

|| Prologue. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9.

| 𝐽𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑘𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑥 𝐶𝑎𝑡-𝐻𝑦𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑑 𝐹𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 |

"𝘉-𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭..?"

𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬'𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯. 𝘈𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦..

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Y/n's POV

It had been about an hour or so after breakfast, the rest of Bangtan and you were in Jin's black truck driving out to the mall.

Tae suggested to head out shopping for you some proper clothes after everyone finished a very awkward breakfast and got ready.

Perhaps he wanted a little something from Gucci for himself since you saw him grab his own wallet humming Gucci Gang before he walked out the door-

You were excited to go, not that you weren't used to it. Now you wouldn't have to worry about keeping up with the guys since- you were human. Well, somewhat at least.

Jin was driving with Namjoon in the passenger seat beside him, swiping through his phone listening to music.

You sat between Hoseok and Jimin in the second row, while Jungkook, Taehyung, and Yoongi sat together in the back.

"Why is it I have to sit in the back?! I called shotgun" Tae complained with a whine crossing his arms.

"I'm oldest and it's my car so I say who sits where" Jin shrugged glaring at Tae through the rearview mirror, who was glaring back.

"But it's not fairrrrrrr Namjoon always sits in the front! I always get stuck in the back!"

"Aish Tae-" Namjoon was cut off.

"Taehyung shut up. You've been complaining the past twenty minutes and where you're seated isn't gonna change" Jungkook seemed even more irritated than before he'd left the dorms.

"Jungkook don't say what I'm meant to say- but yes Taehyung, what he said" Jin nodded with a hum, focusing his eyes back on the road.

You bit your lip feeling your ears hang low in a small wave of sadness at Jungkook's aggressive mood.

"Hey Jungkook-ah don't be so grouchy you're making y/n's ears go down and look gloomy.." Jimin spoke glancing at you next to him.

Smiling softly as he spoke, he reached to give your head a pat sweetly to cheer you up. "Oh wait- her ears!!"

"What about them Joon? They are up now don't worry she's happy" Hoseok beamed, joining Jimin in stroking your head.

Namjoon shook his head and sighed waving off Hoseok's attempt to reassure him. "No I mean we need to hide her ears, and face actually- "

Your ears once again hung low. What was the problem with them- and your face too?? They were probably ashamed.. "Is something wrong with me??"

"Ah Joonie you're right- No y/n, it's just that we are used to going out in public with cat you- not half cat you-" Jin explained after seeing your worry.

Tae let out a quiet sigh muttering, "Hybrid... "

Jin whipped his head to look at the younger in the backseat, who was now curled up "HUSH TAEHYUNG-"

"Don't feel bad or worry princess- it's just for your protection and so nobody will start any rumors about all of us with some girl- which happens to be you" Namjoon finished, giving you a smile.

Suddenly you jumped squeaking as a grey beanie landed in your lap, having been thrown to you from behind.

"Wow what a generous way to hand something to her" Yoongi's words laced with sarcasm.

Turning around, you sat on your knees facing the back row to see a head shaking Yoongi and a mid eye roll Jungkook.

Why was he so grumpy- He'd never spoken so rude to Taehyung before, and now throwing things at you?

Before, he would coo your name and give you things when you wanted- sometimes you didn't even have to ask. Jungkook would just randomly treat you with thoughtful gifts.

Although it didn't seem like that sweet caring side of him would be present any time soon.

He reached up to hand his black face mask, both of your fingers brushed against each other softly in the process of you taking it gently from his grip. "Just wear my hat and mask to hide yourself until we get there and I'll buy a new one for you"

Unknowingly, you had begun to purr, causing Jungkook to lick his lips at you, quickly returning to his grouchy state. Leaving you to turn back around putting on the hat.

'Aish Jungkook.. '

Sighing, you let go of the cold interaction turning to look at Hoseok with a fresh cheeky smile as you cupped your face.

"How does it look Hobi??" squealing in his own excitement at your cute appearance, he returned your smile by sharing his own brightly.

"AIGOOOO Y/N-AHHH YOU LOOK SO PRECIOUS!! Yah Jimin-ah! Look how cute!!" reaching out, Hoseok squished your hands against your cheeks with his own so you made a puffy fish face.

Continuing to giggle playing along with the two, having Jungkook watch jealously the entire time.

~Time Skippy~

Jungkook's POV

I mentally sighed watching her, she seemed so happy and playful with Hobi and Jimin.

Why couldn't I bring myself to be that way with her too? It's not that I'm really angry at her..

Just- everytime I look at her.. No. Stop it Jungkook. She's your baby girl. Don't think like that!

"You're not good with girls at all are you Kookie?" turning I faced Yoongi who wore a slight smirk.

I huffed shaking my head looking the other way. Why is he still testing me? I already told him everything.

*flashback*

"Because she's mine".

The older raised his eyebrow slightly then crossing his arms. Pursing his lips he looked at Jungkook in an inquisitive state of mind.

"She's not an object Jungkook, she's a living thing with a mind of her own. Also, if you care so deeply for her still, why is it you've been acting like you're absolutely disgusted by her very presence?"

Jungkook sighed rubbing his fingers against across forehead, taking a seat back down on the couch. Placing his head into his hands running his fingers through his now messy hair.

Yoongi had never seen the boy so stressed. Without permission he sat beside him, resting the sides of his elbows on his knees while cupping his hands in front of him.

The younger kept is gaze averted down, "Hyung.. I just don't know how I feel about her. Or if I'm even supposed to, and I get so frustrated because all I want is to understand.. "

"Jungkook-ah, I of all people understand how you feel towards y/n. I saw it in your face when I decided to test your nerves" Yoongi chuckled earning a frown from the boy beside him.

Jungkook sat up properly, looking back at you with the other members. All laughing and having pancakes.

Giving a sympathetic smile, Yoongi rested his hand on his shoulder. "Kook you really need to talk to her. Soon. I see her ears droop more and more by the second with the way you keep treating her"

"I'm afraid- I'm afraid I'll mess up with her and I don't want that.. In the end.. I just want my y/n happy.. But I feel if I try anything it'll be wrong or hurt her" Scrunching up his face the other male, he turned to look at the girl along with Jungkook.

Yoongi sighed sitting up as well, giving his maknae's shoulder a pat while clearing his throat.

"Right now you're not off to a good start, but for now just try and NOT be a dick to her. You don't have to try anything. Just be her appa again" Jungkook nodded slowly pursing his own lips.

Yoongi stared carefully at Jungkook for a moment, his own thoughts keeping him at a loss for words. But deciding to leave to let the other to dwell on what he'd said.

The younger watched as he left, meanwhile he stayed sitting for a bit longer. Observing you.

You were precious to him.

Your smile was as bright as the full moons light, soft and subtle but it could shine through even the purest darkness.

Your laugh contagious to everyone else around you.

You were perfect.

But could he still be your appa..

When he wanted to be more..

*end of flashback*

With a groan I leaned my head back against the seat, only to quickly sit back up upon feeling my pocket vibrate.

I pulled my phone out of my jacket sighing as I unlocked my screen to read the message I had been sent.

My eyes widened slightly with my brows raising along with them, my face contorting into a confused frown as I finished reading.

Thankfully no one could see my first frantic reaction, having been shielded thanks to my black bucket hat.

"Yah, Jungkookie we're almost there so be sure to grab your bad" giving a nod at Tae's words and pat on my shoulder, I slipped my phone back into my pocket letting out a heavy sigh as Jin pulled in a spot to park.

But that message..

"We told you to get rid of her. It's only a matter of time before you see what monster is curled up at your feet"

Who the hell kept texting me. And why is it always about my y/n..

I'd blocked the number each time I received a message. Which wasn't often but still. If it was some sort of prank the joke was long dead.

Soon y/ns smiling face poked from behind her seat as the others were getting out "Jungkook-appa! Are you coming?"

I would try and talk to her. I would put my own deep desires aside. Because in the end it wouldn't matter if I couldn't keep her safe.

"I'm coming kitten.. "

A/n: Sorry if this is a little sloppy, I wasn't sure how to lay it out on here the way I originally did on wattpad~

-ⓙ