#yoongi's hair color palette – brown

[for-yoongi0309]

© everything is ok

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

not allowed iv, m | jjk, myg

pairing(s): est. poly relationship – jungkook x reader x yoongi

summary: Your boyfriends woke up and chose violence. Excuse me, Jeon Jungkook, Min Yoongi? Do you really think you can post one after another on Twitter, send the world into heart palpitations, and not expect your girlfriend to do something about it? Hmm?!

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; mentions of the pandemic; reader and Yoongi have giant heart eyes whenever they see each other; feels and fluff; smut (fem reader, dirty talk, nipple play, f and m-receiving oral, fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, m-masturbation, double penetration/spit roasting); idol!BTS

that’s right JK posted his blue hair and i absolutely lost it part of ‘not allowed’ series, but can be read alone. basic summary: your boyfriend asked JJK to fuck you, then again, and then they decided to make this a thing; based on real time.

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Your boyfriends woke up today and chose violence.

Everything was fine. You were on your lunch break, sitting in your kitchen, knowing you would have to get back to work soon. A quick meal and scrub of the dishes left you with you a few minutes to check your phone. You didn’t get many messages throughout the day and you preferred it that way. You took a moment to scroll through social media.

Only to choke a little seeing Jeon Jungkook, the Golden Maknae of BTS, reveal his dark blue locks to the world in the middle of the damn day. Did you almost drop your phone? Yes. Did you not because it was the special edition BTS S20+? Also, yes. The TinyTan SUGA phone case would have protected it anyway, but… still.

You placed your phone aside and went back to your computer, ready to attend work again.

Not quite composed, but it was just a picture, just a picture, just a picture…

Except you knew what Jungkook looked like naked and that wasn’t helping.

Three hours later, you snuck a glance at your phone only to be attacked by the cutest human being in the world, Min Yoongi, SUGA of BTS, sometimes Agust D, all the time lil meow meow because, holy shit, why the fuck was this man so cute? Those damn cheeks. Those eyes. Fuck, you loved his eye shape. And his pretty lips. Damnnit, why couldn’t you kiss him right now?

They’re trying to kill you and ARMY all at once. 

You’re convinced.

You rubbed your temples and took a deep breath.

It is only a coincidence. It doesn’t involve you. They’re only being their usual adorable, attractive selves and giving a gift to the fans. You weren’t delusional. It was their job to do things like this. You knew this and you were used to it. You’ve seen Yoongi say all kinds of things in V-LIVEs and you always thought it was funny. Lately, he hadn’t been responding to them much though. As for Jungkook, well.

Everyone in the world wanted Jungkook, including you, so could you blame the world? No.

Jungkook tried to tell you before that he was shy and you recalled all those see-through shirts he’d worn on stage. All those ab reveals. Hmm, you weren’t fooled.

“I wanted to make sure you were looking at me, noona,” Jungkook had teased you, hooking his arms around your waist. “I had to get your attention somehow.”

Yeah, yeah, your attention and millions of other people.

It made you laugh, until he became your boyfriend, and now it made you choke on air like every other human being who saw him looking that good. Before you had the safety of giving your full attention to Yoongi. Yoongi had always been your priority and you wanted to make sure he felt that way.

Little by little.

Jungkook grew up.

And became harder and harder to ignore.

Even more difficult when Yoongi gave him the apartment key and told him to fuck you in his stead.

You heard your phone ping. You checked your messages, saving your work in the process.

That will teach you to post such sexy pictures.

You twitched. Excuse me? What was Jungkook talking about? Your personal, private Instagram was for expressing your – sometimes eccentric – fashion sense. Was he referring to the images you posted for Valentine’s Day, the ones with the white vinyl coat, red stockings, and sky-high red heels? Hmph. You couldn’t even see your face in those. Actually, you deliberately cut off most of your face in all of your pictures. The most you showed were your lips, always painted to match your outfit. You didn’t want anyone to recognize you, even by happenstance.

Made taking pictures much easier, since you never had to do eye makeup or worry about accidentally making ugly faces.

It was private now, but it wasn’t before, and the only reason you privated it was because you started dating Yoongi. You still wanted it use it as an outlet though, so you left it as is, with your follower count unchanging. It wasn’t that many people to begin with and you were pretty sure a lot of the accounts were bots.

In any case, sometimes you felt like being creative and dressing up, thus you did so on Instagram. You couldn’t dress like that when you went to visit Yoongi. Ah, and now Jungkook too. To be honest, you loved fashion and trying on different looks, but it wasn’t possible unless you were alone. And you were alone a lot, with no one but strangers to appreciate (or be confused by) it.

Might as well take a picture, right?

And if you could tease Yoongi a little, at least from a distance, that was even better.

You forgot Jungkook also followed you now though. 

Dammit. 

Had the photos been sexy? Sure. Provocative, lots of leg, almost a peek of ass but not quite. Red lips to stand out against the white. If the coat was black, it would have been more traditionally fetishist, but that's why you had picked shiny white vinyl. Brighter for the cute holiday. 

Who are you kidding? You wore it to provoke Yoongi.

He texted you after you posted it. Usually, he said things along the lines of, pretty, cute, you look crazy, I like it. Only sometimes did he say...

what the fuck

You had asked him if he liked your post today. 

I'm not trying to pop a boner in the middle of practice, control yourself woman.

Maybe don't post such cute selfies then, you had thought. Then your phone pinged again. 

Send a picture with the coat open. Jungkook wants to see. 

Oh, so now that the maknae was involved, he was going to pin things on the younger one. Two can play at this game. You sent the photo to Jungkook first. You knew that if the situation was reversed, Yoongi would have done the same. Jungkook's reaction had been hilarious.

Noona?! WHAT???

And then a slew of head exploding emojis.

Yoongi had been agitated until you finally sent him the picture too. It had been a fun incident.

Until your boyfriends woke up today and chose violence.

Dammit. 

You stared at blue-haired Jungkook and 'Blue and Grey' Yoongi from the MTV Unplugged performance. 

This just wasn’t allowed. 

-

This visit had a purpose, but then you saw Min Yoongi standing in the hallway waiting for you, wearing an olive-green shirt, hands in the pockets of his black sweatpants, small smile on his lips. Purring your name lovingly after you closed the door, and you realized you missed him so very much, his lovely dark brown eyes and dark hair, and then you were suddenly in his arms and he was hugging you. 

With both arms. 

Yoongi was recovering well and he still couldn't do strenuous activity yet, but he was hugging you with both arms and you wanted to cry because it was so nice to have them both around you. You could've been cool and collected, yet somehow both you and Yoongi had the same idea to first hug and breathe in each other, his fresh, woodsy scent strongly invading your nose and his soft cheek against yours.

"You smell different."

"Do you like it?" you mumbled into his neck, kissing it lightly. 

"Mhm."

You thought it had worn off by now, but the new perfume you had purchased lingered far longer than you imagined, clinging to your hair. Warm spiced sweetness with a hint of sharp smoke. Yoongi inhaled deeply beside you.

"You should wear more perfume," he murmured, hands kneading your waist.

"Someone might notice."

"Nah, your taste similar enough to mine."

He was taking off your coat and you were stepping out of your shoes, being pulled deeper into the apartment, and now his kisses were yours, soft and light, every one saying, I missed you, I want you, I love you. There no need for words when it was Min Yoongi. Fingers tapping down your waist, pulling your oversized black shirt up and over your head. 

"Excuse me?"

You pooped your head out to see Yoongi staring at your chest, jaw dropped and eyes wide. Oh, right. You had been so occupied with hugs and kisses that you almost forgot. Your shirt fluttered to the floor, forgotten.

You smirked. 

"Surprise."

Yoongi made a face at you. Somewhere between angry, aroused, and shock. Good. Serves you right for posting such a cute selfie.

The front door opened. 

Both of you instantly moved, you sliding behind him and into the bedroom, Yoongi standing in front of you, masking your frame. The discarded shirt and jacket could be explained away – that's why you wore oversized men's clothes, usually in Yoongi's preferred color palette.

"Hyung?"

Oh, whew. Actually, wait. No, this was danger. 

"Ah, Jungkookie."

Yoongi placed his hand on your arm and you popped your head over the corner once you heard the door close. Yup. A swift shake of dark blue locks, white sweatshirt and loose black sweatpants, and that mischievous smirk with a wrinkle of his nose. 

Danger.

"Hey, noona!"

Damnnit, planning for two is hard! You couldn't just go put your shirt on and do the grand reveal again. Yoongi grasped your upper arm with his right hand and yanked you from the doorframe. You squeaked, body stumbling into Jungkook’s view.

"Did you plan this?" Yoongi asked with a cocked brow. 

Jungkook's eyes went wide. 

"Uh... no, but I like where this is going," Jungkook replied, smirk growing. 

The black lace bra stood out against your skin, strappy and elegant, molding to the swells of your breasts and the curve downward to your waist, matching the garter belt that disappeared into the black jeans you were wearing. You didn't usually wear lingerie. It wasn't practical and if you accidentally left something behind... it wasn't worth the risk. Yoongi and you took every precaution to not fuck this up. 

Therefore, you only wore lingerie on your private Instagram. 

Only showing little flashes, never the whole picture. And, really, you wore it in your photos to mess with them. It made you feel nice too, so it was a win-win. This set was familiar to Yoongi and Jungkook because you had worn the red version in the original Valentine’s Day themed photos. 

Again, you didn't usually wear lingerie, but Jungkook and Yoongi couldn't just post pictures on Twitter back-to-back, two-shot you, and not expect a damn reaction. That kind of shit wasn't tolerated! On top of all that, you had to wait and get properly tested before getting here. This pandemic extended your frustrations. So, yes, fuck it, you wore the damn lingerie that made you feel the sexiest. Even if your jeans were still on, you knew you looked good. 

No one had to tell you. You checked in the mirror before you left. 

"Is this your response to my text a couple days ago?" Jungkook teased, kicking off his shoes and bounding over to you two. His dark blue hair shimmered in the light, like a night sky covered with stars, smile pure and naughty at the same time, lighting up his whole face. 

Fuck you for being hot, Jeon Jungkook!

You leaned back against Yoongi, crossing your arms under your breasts, pressing them together. Jungkook grinned, the mole underneath his lower lip winking at you. 

"Something like that," you coolly replied. Shit, there was an edge to your voice. Hopefully neither Yoongi or Jungkook picked that up.

"Hmm..." 

Jungkook pursed his lips, the tip of his pink tongue sticking out the side. Ack. You had to look away. You turned and bumped your lace-covered tits against Yoongi's chest. His dark brown orbs flickered to your breasts, sly smile on his lips. 

"This is your fault too, by the way."

Yoongi raised his eyebrows, amused. "What do you mean?"

You dropped your hands, surveying him suspiciously. "You think I don't know? Posting right after Jungkook? That's not allowed! You know what that does to me."

Yoongi leaned forward. Your breath caught in your throat, heart beating fast all of a sudden. You backed up, right into Jungkook's chest. Uh oh. Yoongi hummed, black hair shadowing his face, devious sparkle in those dangerous eyes, his voice a raspy, purring drawl. 

"What does it do to you?"

Your hand fell back to brace yourself and Jungkook's fingers wrapped around your wrist, stroking your skin. You felt him shift behind you and then his lips were on your ear, whispering in his silvery voice. 

"Yeah, noona. Tell us.” His grip on your wrist tightened, squeezing lightly, asserting his presence behind you. “Or you can show us."

...

!!!

How dare they tag team you? First, they visually attack you – and millions of other ARMY – in the middle of the workday, and now this, Yoongi closing in, kissing you once more, deeper, hungrier, with dark intent, smirking against your lips as Jungkook took both your hands, ghosting his long fingers over yours. You whimpered into Yoongi's mouth, body tensing, Jungkook pressing himself into your back, breath against your hair. 

"You smell different," he murmured.

You couldn't reply. Yoongi was sucking on your tongue, making you whine. 

"Warm, sweet, and spicy."

Yoongi released you and you gasped for air, bucking into Jungkook's crotch. "I bought it last week... thought it smelled nice..."

Jungkook nuzzled your hair. "I like it. Makes me horny."

You laughed a little, turning your hands around in his to lace your fingers together. He held your hands firmly, grinding his crotch into your ass. You could already feel his arousal through your jeans.

"Sounds dangerous," you mused. 

"It is," Yoongi chuckled. "But you should keep wearing it anyway. You smell good."

Heat rose to your cheeks. Then you realized your jeans were already undone, being daintily pushed down by deft hands and an amused expression, Yoongi crouching to pull them along. Bit by bit, revealing the matching garter belt, the high-cut black lace panties that framed your thighs, and lace-topped sheer stockings, all the straps emphasizing your softness, sinking into your thighs and ass.

"Fuck..." Yoongi breathed, running his fingertips over the delicate fabric, touch so light against your skin, dancing up your knee. "You're so fucking beautiful."

He looked up at you, eyes so dark they seemed black, playful smirk on those perfect pink lips. Thump. You felt Jungkook pull your arms back and press them to his sides. You grabbed fistfuls of Jungkook’s shirt, staring down at Yoongi advancing between your legs, his smirk growing wider and more teasing, lovely voice low and husky, deep with arousal.

"What's the matter?" Yoongi purred. "Cat got your tongue?"

Your body tensed in anticipation, Jungkook's hands crawling around your sides, one tattooed, one not, fingers hovering over your now trembling chest. Looking down at Yoongi's smug expression, tongue flicking out and teasing you. Reminding you how good he was and how long you'd been waiting. 

Fuck you for being hot, Min Yoongi!

"Don't overexert yourself..." you breathed.

A sculpted brow lifted. 

"I have help now," he reminded you and Jungkook's hands sank into your barely-covered breasts. 

"Fuck..." Jungkook hissed into your ear, running his palms over your nipples, listening to your gasps as Yoongi dived between your thighs, hot tongue sliding against the lace. "Missed these tits so fucking much." His lips on your ear, growling your name, that dominant edge to his silvery voice, tweaking the hardened nubs while Yoongi teased your clothed clit with his tongue, the lace hardly a barrier but still an effective one, the rough threads plucking against your sensitive nerves.

How long had it been? So long, almost forever since Yoongi’s tongue was on you, soft and fast and the perfect pressure, deliberately teasing you and not moving the fabric aside, so close yet so far. If it wasn’t Yoongi, maybe you could tell him to move it, maybe you could beg, but you couldn’t speak because of Yoongi’s tongue and Jungkook’s rough touch, his hands on your breasts, pushing them together, your nipples poking tiny tents in the black lace, running his fingertips over them over and over, his hips grinding into your ass. Yoongi cupped one of your ass cheeks and spread them, your panties bunching in the center, Jungkook’s hardness slipping in, still covered by his sweatpants.

Wetter, hotter, sanity slipping little by little.

“Y-Yoongi… J-Jungkook…”

You tried not to shove your hips in Yoongi’s face, not wanting to strain his neck, and ended up pushing back instead, bouncing against Jungkook’s cock. The younger man snickered, nipping at your ear, pinching your nipples, and you felt a slick squelch as Yoongi’s tongue pushed the lace into your dripping pussy. The moans dragged out of your throat, eyelids fluttering, letting them do whatever they wanted, pleasure flooding all your senses, watching Yoongi wreck you, clutching Jungkook’s sweatshirt, panting their names, leaking more and more, the scent of your juices getting stronger and sweeter.

“This isn’t fair…” you panted. “I’m going c-crazy…”

Yoongi hummed on your clit and you cried out, hips rocking, so good, head tipping onto Jungkook’s broad shoulder, his long blue hair brushing against your cheek and eyelashes.

“Good, because you make us crazy,” Jungkook muttered, pushing your breasts together and squeezing them roughly. His voice was so deep you could feel your back vibrate with his words. His other hand came up and gripped your chin, trailing down and fitting around your neck, the loose sleeve falling and revealing his forearm tattoos, contrasting your lace-covered skin. “Always looking so fucking pretty and making me want to fuck you…”

His index finger came up and pressed against your lower lip. Those chocolatey eyes were watching your face from his peripheral vision, smirking as he witnessed your expression.

“Even showing off these sexy, fuckable lips. That’s not fair either, noona.”

“T-That’s not…”

Jungkook’s hand at your throat dropped and you yelped, his large palm fitting around your right thigh and lifting it up, fingers sinking in. Stockings, lace, garter, Jungkook’s touch, holding your leg up and out, giving Yoongi a perfect view of your glistening core. Then there was more, too much more, Yoongi pushing aside your panties, soaked fabric snapping against the inside of your thigh and then his mouth was directly on you, oh, fuck, his tongue on your throbbing clit, lips wrapped around it, pure suffocating ecstasy, your slick juices dripping down his chin, so easy, it was just too easy for Yoongi to make you feel so fucking good and he looked so sexy doing it too, those cat-like eyes piercing into you, ordering you to cum for him, to spill all over his beautiful face.

“Yoongi… fuck, your tongue is so fucking good–”

Your body rippled with pleasure and you flung your head to the side, away from Jungkook’s ear to moan far too loud, filling up the entire hallway, wanton and lewd, absolutely pornographic and sinful in nature, orgasm gushing into Yoongi’s waiting mouth, shuddering against Jungkook’s hard body. So many sensations, too many sensations. Yoongi sank his nails into your ass, growling as he sucked out your cum and drank it, Jungkook grinding his stiff length in between your ass cheeks, spreading your leg so far that your left one was quivering with strain, tits squashed in Jungkook’s left hand, his warm tongue on your ear, whispering darkly. Dirty, sensual, and your pussy couldn’t stop throbbing, Min Yoongi’s mouth and Jeon Jungkook’s low octave driving you insane.

“You look so fucking good, noona. Your body is so fucking perfect, so sexy wrapped up in lace,” he exhaled, sliding his palm over your nipples roughly, earning more depraved moans. He lowered your leg, slowly, Yoongi lapping at your clit, sending shocks of pleasure up your torso as he cleaned you off. Jungkook’s hand slid down over your stomach, flicking the straps against your skin, small snaps of pain that made you gasp, trapped in Jungkook’s power, letting him take over you. He took a step back, forcing you to arch your spine and look up at him, a curtain of cobalt surrounding that handsome face and those intense brown eyes.

No one could make you feel the way Yoongi made you feel. No one.

So...

Why did staring up at Jungkook like this do things to you? Why did it put your heart on a string and tension in your throat? Get it together. You weren't a teenager. Ask for what you want. He was just so insanely attractive in every way.

Jungkook smirked and you wanted him to ruin you. 

He lifted you up easily. You saw Yoongi standing up and wiping his chin, self-satisfied and amused. He tilted his head and plucked one of the straps on your stomach, a light, erotic sting. Yoongi made eye contact with you, locking you in his gaze. A single look, and your heart was fluttering, immediately smitten. One by one, fingers wrapping around a few of the straps and pulling you to him, backing up, leading you to the bed by own your lingerie. 

"Why today?" Yoongi drawled, tracing the curve of the bra cup, sending shivers over your skin. "Feeling risky?"

You raised a brow, focusing on him, trapped in those cat-like eyes. 

"Control yourself. Aren't you used to this body by now?"

Yoongi grinned devilishly, darting closer, leaving you breathless in his speed. The scent of his cologne and your orgasm lingered on his skin, a delicious combination. 

"Never."

Kissing you, taking your startled inhale, and you could taste yourself, fuck, just something about his skilled lips and your taste had your fingers twisting into Yoongi's shirt, rolling your body into his, still being so careful, but it was so hard because he was making it so hard, teasing you with that deft tongue, bursts of pleasure with every heartbeat you had while captured in Yoongi's lips. You missed it, this intensity, the overwhelming feeling that Yoongi gave you, being able to give in to the want, but you still couldn't give in without abandon, but you were so close. 

So close. 

Ruin me. 

He pushed you lightly and you felt another pair of arms wrap around you, the kiss suddenly broken, but the second touch was familiar now, one tattooed arm, one not, and you knew that if you fell, these arms could catch you.

Jungkook put you in his lap, your back touching his bare chest. Oh, shit. Before you could think much about it, he turned you so you were laying in his arms princess-style. He must have removed his sweatshirt while you were talking to Yoongi, but he still wearing his pants, now sitting in the side of the bed, blue hair messy from your hands and the removal of his clothes. Your arms hooked around his neck instinctively, not wanting to fall, but he had his right hand splayed across your shoulder blades, holding you up securely. 

"Mmm, this is nice," Jungkook murmured, playfully smiling. He nuzzled your nose, tongue flicking over your lips. "Why did you make us wait so long, hm?"

You frowned, breath against his chin. "The number of cases got higher... and you all were so busy... I couldn't get tested until recently."

Jungkook made a disgruntled noise. 

"Hey, public health and safety is important."

He pouted at you. "But..."

"He's horny and wants to fuck," Yoongi cut in.

"Hyung…!"

Yoongi pulled up his chair and sat down, looking amused. 

"He's been jacking off to your pictures."

"N-no, I haven't!"

"Really? I have."

Yoongi's face was completely neutral. It was hard to tell if he was lying or not. 

Jungkook tried to hide his flushed face with your hair. "... M-Maybe I h-have..."

"Tsk, tsk, naughty Jungkookie," you teased.

"Noona..."

"And you?"

You felt Yoongi grasp your chin, tipping you back in Jungkook's arms. Some of your hair fell over your eyes, hazing your vision of Yoongi. Even so, his intent was obvious. You could feel it in his gaze, the burning hunger, his fingertips caressing your chin, leaning forward slightly to observe you. 

I want to ruin you. 

Yoongi didn't have to say it. You knew it, pierced by the predatory glint in his eyes. You could tell he missed this, could tell that he wanted to give in to his desires, wanted to lose control, only limited by his own physical body.

However. 

He pressed his thumb into your lower lip, lifting a brow. 

Jungkook was here now.

Yoongi gave you his trademark open-mouthed smirk. 

"Ruin me," you whispered, staring into those cat-like dark brown eyes. The recognition was instant, pleased that you knew what he wanted. You shifted your attention to the maknae, his chocolate eyes wide, watching your tongue slide out and licking Yoongi's thumb. "Ruin me, Jungkook."

You loved the way Jungkook could turn from blushing anxiousness to sly confidence, and all it took was your words and the way you said them, enabling him in the best way possible. The dark blue hair helped accented the shift in demeanor, creating cool-toned shadows over his lightly tanned skin. 

"Anything for you," Jungkook purred.

You gasped sharply as you felt two fingers slide into you, Jungkook’s thumb rubbing your overstimulated clit. Your body jerked, trying to get away, but Yoongi's hand on your chin slid down, pressing on your chest, holding you still, your name a dangerous rasp from Yoongi's lips.

"Stay still."

Your eyes flickered down. Right hand. Okay. You shouldn’t be worried anymore, but you were. It was habit.

"Yoon–ah!"

You gasped, left arm firmly behind Jungkook's shoulders and the other behind you, your hand on the bed to steady your balance as Yoongi shoved the bra cups down, exposing your breasts. He lowered his head, the contact of his lips on your hot skin paired with Jungkook's thrust of his fingers into your pussy. Instant waves of pleasure overtook you, fingers sinking into the sheets and Jungkook’s hair, fuck, his beautiful navy hair standing out against your skin and, for some reason, seeing that made you feel prettier, thrusting your chest in Yoongi’s face to get more into his mouth, spreading your legs wide to give Jungkook more access.

Only a brief moment of, I should know better, I shouldn’t be doing this, and then Yoongi’s eyes were on you, tongue flicking your red nipple.

Let go.

Was this even fair to them? Could you satisfy both? Could you and should you? But Yoongi’s eyes were telling you to let go, to chase the feeling, to give in, and hunt the desperation and the want. They wanted you. There was nothing like this and there will never be anything like this again.

“Give it to me,” Yoongi growled.

You whined sharply as you felt two more fingers push into you, but not Jungkook’s fingers, Yoongi’s fingers, his thumb joining Jungkook’s on your clit and your eyes rolled back, so wet and aroused from knowing both Jungkook’s and Yoongi’s fingers were thrusting into you, four in total, your pussy sucking them in, back arching as Yoongi sucked on your nipple. So much pleasure, rapidly ascending higher and higher, so fucking full and tight that their fingers were making sloppy smacking sounds, matching rhythm so they filled you completely together, all at once.

You couldn’t stop your hips from meeting them, fingers spreading out in Jungkook’s hair and the sheets as you came hard, gasping their names, euphoria soaring through your nerves, and still they didn’t stop even though your pussy was violently spasming, creating a messy splatter of your juices on the inside of your thighs and their hands. Instead, the pace changed, Yoongi switching sides on your chest, and then you really couldn’t think, because Jungkook was lowering his head too, and now both of your nipples were getting abused, Jungkook’s arm firmly under your upper back to hold you up, not letting you fall.

“Yoongi, Jungkook… p-please, oh fuck!”

Your other hand flew up and buried in Yoongi’s dark locks, both hands in their hair now, one blue, one black, another orgasm crashing down, moan torn from your chest. And they kept going, changing the pace again, your toes and fingers curling, every muscle tense with irresistible, consuming ecstasy that you almost felt a little numb, unable to compute anything else but your body scantily covered in lace, two mouths sucking on your nipples, four fingers stuffed into you, clit engorged and sending violent shocks throughout your system. You couldn’t even discern one orgasm from another, pussy continuously throbbing and convulsing with the continuous, chained orgasms, so wet that it was soaking the tops of your stockings, the sweet honey of your cum the predominant scent in the room.

“I… I-I can’t take a-anymore, please…”

Your legs threatened to close but Yoongi snapped his head up, snarling your name dangerously.

“One more,” he ordered. “Give us one more.”

“Your pussy feels so good,” Jungkook panted, saliva dripping down your chest. “I love it so fucking much, even when it’s around my fingers.”

You were trying to hold back, trying to control it, tensing everything, your core, your legs, your arms, and you didn’t even realize it, but you held your breath too, biting your lip and seeing Yoongi and Jungkook at the same time, both watching you, fingers punishingly squelching into your tight little hole, stretching it out unforgivingly, abused clit pulsating so hard it almost hurt, and it was exactly what you wanted, brimming, boiling pleasure that threatened you on the brink, closer, closer, closer, and the world was almost hazy with how ferociously you had constricted the coil.

“Fuck!”

You threw your head back, back abruptly arching and smacking them in the face with your tits as everything came plummeting down, resolve cracking with a wanton howl, orgasm racking through your entire frame so hard that your body lurched and flinched, Yoongi and Jungkook cradling you while you rode your high, grinding your hips into their hands and carnally moaning, liquid gushing out and dripping down your legs, your ass, down Jungkook’s sweatpants and onto the bed.

It was such an intense orgasm that you were lightheaded, hands slipping out of their hair and falling down, drained, aftershocks causing your body to shudder, even as they removed their fingers. Your clit was still throbbing, pumps of pleasure spreading through you.

It was obscene witnessing Yoongi and Jungkook cleaning their fingers off right in front of you, pink tongues sliding between the digits, licking off your viscous cum, giving you a perverse sense of satisfaction when Yoongi moaned softly and Jungkook groaned lowly, savoring your taste like a fine wine. Yoongi spied your exhausted, smug expression.

“Do you think you’re done?”

You gave him a weak smirk. “I better not be.”

“Sit in Jungkook’s lap,” Yoongi said calmly. “Face me.”

You tilted your head curiously but did as you were told, shifting your still quivering legs so your thighs were on the outside of Jungkook’s thighs, the balance a little difficult, but Yoongi took your hands and placed them around his hips. You held onto him as he lifted his shirt, pulling it over his head.

“Jungkook, rip her panties off.”

Wait, what did Min Yoongi just s–?

Two strong hands dug out the lace trapped in your ass and fastened around the thin fabric.

Riiiiiiip!

“Yoongi!”

The shirt fluffed his black hair as he removed it, dropping it onto his chair. You glared at him as Yoongi looked down at you, expression blank, dark brown orbs full of mischief.

“You knew it was going to happen. If he wasn’t going to rip it, I was.” Yoongi placed his right hand on his left shoulder. His tone dropped, mockingly rueful. “You wouldn’t want me to hurt myself, right?”

Yeah, this was why you didn’t wear lingerie.

But, also, this was why you wore it today.

You felt Jungkook tugging off the now useless pair of panties, plucking them out from under your garter belt. Oh well. You liked the red more anyway. That’s why you had bought two sets, after all.

“Remind me to take all the bits before I go,” you grumbled.

“Sure, noona.” Jungkook dangled the said lacy bits next to your head. You narrowed your eyes and mouth into slits even though he couldn’t see. “I’ll put them in my pocket.” You felt him shove them into his sweatpants.

Were you… going to remember?

Yoongi beckoned you. You shot him a warning look, still annoyed, but Yoongi pointed down to your hands on his hips.

“Isn’t there something you want?” Yoongi mused in that raspy, dark tone, the one that made your irritation fade instantly and replace it with arousal. “Take it.”

He cocked his head, shading his dark eyes with his hair, pink lips parting, the slightest hint of a smirk. Challenging you. Go on. Show me how much you want me. Your body still buzzed with the aftermath of moments before and yet you still lowered your head, sliding your hips back, sucking in a breath as your puffy pussy lips touched Jungkook’s toned chest, smearing yourself on his skin.

“Ooh, I like this,” Jungkook murmured, leaning back a little to give you space. You rocked your hips into his torso, his muscles flexing under you opening, inflamed clit brushing against his hardness. You pushed Yoongi’s pants and underwear down, dipping your head, hearing Yoongi breathe your name lustfully.

“That’s a pretty picture.”

He was only semi-hard, but he was getting harder and harder, watching you grind against Jungkook’s pecs. You knew exactly how to get him the hardest, dipping down and latching your mouth around one of his balls.

“Fuck, yes,” Yoongi gasped, his hand coming up and fitting behind your head. You sucked it into your mouth and then extended your tongue, bouncing the other with your wet muscle while sucking the first one. The first time you did this, Yoongi was literally speechless, sputtering and confused at how you could stimulate both at once and in two different ways, sucking with your lips as your tongue flicked against the other, slurping slightly to add vibration over the sensitive skin. You felt his cock swell, smacking your cheek, fully hard at the combined sensations.

“I still don’t know how you do that,” Yoongi gritted out, keeping your hair away from your face.

“Do what?” Jungkook asked behind you, one hand on your ass and squeezing it.

“She can suck one of your balls and lick the other at the same time.”

“What?!”

You yelped at the sharp sting of Jungkook’s slap to your ass.

“How come you never did that for me?” Jungkook complained, whining a little.

You tried to lift your head, but Yoongi’s hand refused to move. You make a muffled noise of distaste, but Yoongi answered for you as you switched sides.

“Have you asked?” Yoongi replied calmly, sighing in satisfaction.

“How am I supposed to know she has porn star skills?”

“Is this a discussion for right now?” you mumbled into Yoongi’s balls.

“No, because you’re supposed to be swallowing.”

“Wha–”

The second your mouth opened, Yoongi nudged his cock between your lips and you wrapped them around it, moaning as his stiff length slid down your throat, so satisfying, his taste on your tongue, so delicious that you didn’t even want to complain, you only wanted to bob your head up and down, hands on his hips. Yoongi chuckled above you, guiding your head with his right hand, left loosely by his side. You slid your lower body up and down Jungkook’s chest, your increased slickness adding more stimulation.

“Fuck, that’s so damn hot,” you heard Jungkook groan. There was a rustle of fabric and then skin on skin, his muscular arm brushing against your stocking clad thigh with every stroke.

If only you could take a picture and could see how sexy you were, blowing Yoongi with his hand behind your head, tucking the head of his cock into your throat a little deeper every time you descended, your pussy sliding up and down Jungkook’s chest, and Jungkook furiously jacking himself off while watching you suck his hyung off, feeling your slippery clit throb against his skin.

Good thing the door was locked, because of any other member walked in on this, it might have become a damn foursome.

“Close,” Yoongi panted, fingers digging into your scalp. “You want it like this?”

You hummed approvingly in your chest, increasing your pace and fucking Jungkook’s torso harder, nearing your end too, Jungkook moaning louder and pumping himself harder. So many indecent sounds, skin on skin, mouth on skin, hand on skin, moaning, crying out around Yoongi’s cock, his saliva-covered balls smacking you in the chin, you ass slapping down on Jungkook’s chest.

Hot, wet, positively sinful.

The chain reaction started with Jungkook. He came suddenly, choking on your name, shooting up your chest, warm stickiness splattering onto your skin and you squeezed your eyes shut, moaning as you came all over his chest, slippery and sweet, drenching his skin, throat muscles tightening, Yoongi whimpering your name, a rare moment of lost control as he thrust his hips into your lips, coating your throat with thick hot strings, forcing you to swallow fast, the pressure satisfying and overwhelming, gulping it all down eagerly.

You did ask to be ruined.

Just… a little more.

Your eyes were still closed, lazily licking Yoongi’s twitching length. He was panting above you, gently stroking your hair, words so soft that they were almost inaudible.

“I love you…”

You went all the way down and Yoongi groaned, your tongue flicking the top of his balls, rapid, swift laps that made his cock swell again, bending against the roof of your mouth. Yoongi chuckled, knowing exactly what you were doing.

“Still want more?”

You backed up, panting hard, Jungkook’s cum clinging to your chest and lingerie, hair a mess from Yoongi’s hand.

“Want your cock in my pussy,” you demanded hoarsely. “Want you to fuck me, Yoongi.”

He pretended to think about it. “Hmm, I don’t know…”

You got off Jungkook’s lap, snaking around the younger man’s body, crawling onto the bed, eyes on Yoongi, his intense gaze following you, enticed by your movement. On all fours, hips in the air, dropping your chest down a little, the curve of your back accentuating the roundness of your bare ass. Still in your garter belt and stockings, your bra half-off, the lowered cups pushing your breasts together invitingly. Jungkook turned his head, pink lips parting as your fingers fanned out over the sheets, one eyebrow arching gracefully.

“Jungkook in front. Yoongi behind.”

“Do… Do you want a towel or something, noona?” Jungkook asked, blinking rapidly at your assertiveness.

“I want to get fucked and I want to get fucked now, so get over here.”

“Bed’s going to be a mess,” Yoongi remarked, moving quickly, shedding his pants and going for the nightstand, taking out a condom.

“We can sleep in Jungkook’s room,” was your dry reply, yanking Jungkook’s hips towards you after he removed his sweatpants.

“Wha– ack!”

You spread his legs out in front of you, eyes roaming over his naked body, admiring it all, his legs, his abs, his pecs, covered in your drying juices, his adorable surprised face, navy curls around his chiseled cheeks, chocolate eyes round and awed at your prowess. Your hands were on his knees, breasts hanging down, breathing hard, adrenaline humming in your veins.

“You are so fucking pretty it’s unreal,” Jungkook breathed.

You grinned.

“I can’t wait for you to fuck my face.”

Jungkook grinned back at you.

You dove down, tits bouncing before becoming squashed against the bed, Jungkook’s drying cum flaking off as you wrapped your lips around one of his balls, moaning as you felt Yoongi’s hands firmly grip your hips.

“You have to help me a little,” Yoongi murmured.

“I will, hyung.”

“I mean her too,” the older man chuckled, smacking your ass playfully. Your tongue flitted out, slurping at Jungkook’s other ball from the side of your mouth as you sucked the first one, wiggling your ass at Yoongi to indicate that you heard him. Jungkook yelped, hands slamming down onto the pillows and clutching them, moaning out your name.

“What the fuck, what the fuck, holy shit…” His head hit the headboard lightly, speaking to the ceiling and maybe even the higher power himself. “H-How...? Why does it feel s-so good…?”

You felt Yoongi slide in, so easy because of all those back-to-back orgasms, and yet he still hissed at your tightness, muscles holding him firmly. You could cry with how good it felt, Yoongi finally fully inside you once again, filling you up just the way you liked, knowing how to hit your deepest spot right away, skillful and wonderful. You licked up Jungkook’s now hard length, moaning deeply as you slapped your hips back into Yoongi’s crotch. Yoongi moaned to match yours, enraptured by the feeling.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good,” he hissed, nails digging into your ass. “Missed you so fucking much, my love.”

“I’ll do the moving, love,” you gasped back, squeezing Yoongi’s cock inside you. You reached for Jungkook’s right hand and grabbed it, planting it on your head. “Fuck my face, Jungkook. Please. Don’t hold back until you cum.”

Jungkook bit his lip, exhaling your name. “I think I love you.”

“And I definitely love you, so please give it to me.”

You closed your lips around him and sank down, looking up at him and his sweaty dark blue hair, his blown-out pupils, his outstretched tattooed arm, so fucking hot, fuck yes you loved him, him and his body and his work ethic and his sweetness and his firmness as he obeyed your command, thrusting into your mouth from below, filling your throat with the thick head.

Perfect.

You rocked your hips back to Jungkook’s rhythm, matching him, slow at first, but gradually faster, rougher, planting your hands on the bed for balance, completely focused on clenching your core and your mouth to fit the two cocks, giving them the maximum amount of pleasure that you could offer, suffocating them with tightness. It if was obscene before, it was ten times obscener now, Yoongi’s hand on your hip, barely having to move as you smacked your ass into him, Jungkook lurching you forward with his force, clenching his jaw as he chased his release, the bed screaming for help and none of you listening.

“You’re so fucking sexy, fuck, you always make me feel so good, can’t help but want you, need you, miss you so fucking much,” Jungkook gritted out, fingers curling in your hair, desperately and viscerally whimpering out your name as you tipped your head to change the angle, the sensitive head dragging against the roof of your mouth as he buried himself in your throat. “You’re so good to me, such a soft and tight mouth, fuck.”

You arched your back a little more, Yoongi hitting you deeper, hearing him suck in a tight breath at your movement.

“Tighter,” Yoongi growled. “I’m close, come on, give it to me.”

And then he smacked your ass with his open palm, making you moan around Jungkook’s thick cock, pussy clenching around Yoongi’s entire length, and then again, smack! Control slipping with every hit, falling into Jungkook’s pace, the sheer force of his hips pushing you down on Yoongi’s cock over and over, now only focused on hollowing out your cheeks and gripping Yoongi’s cock, the sudden twitching indicating that Yoongi was close, so close, holding out a little so he could watch you longer, torturing you just the way you liked, but he couldn’t hold out for long because you didn’t let him, walls pulsating around him brutally as you came, stuffed so full that you couldn’t think. Yoongi groaned your name, gripping your ass with both hands and digging his nails in your softness, cock jolting as he came in thick pumps, filling up the condom and swelling it against your walls.

It took Jungkook a little longer, but not that much longer, your mouth still locked tight and he hissed out your name, whimpering as he came down your throat, filling it with cum once again, so fast that you had to swallow hastily to breathe, and yet there was more, thick salty dribbles that made you moan, so delicious that you leaned into it, sucking Jungkook dry.

“A-ah, n-noona…”

Your body ached, flinching from oversensitivity, your mind swimming with pleasure. Had it ever felt this good before? You slid off Jungkook’s cock, falling against his thigh and using it like a pillow, chest heaving, sticky all over, lips overused, pussy throbbing, barely realizing that Yoongi had pulled out, far too spent to see straight.

“Fuck, I love you two…”

Yoongi’s face suddenly appeared, smug expression above you. He had crawled over your body, ruffled black hair hanging down, dark cat eyes gleaming.

“Romantic.”

“You’re one to talk.”

“Mmm.”

He leaned down and kissed you, smiling against your lips, mouthing his love to you, forming each word against your skin slowly so you knew. You smiled back, showering him with light pecks, mouthing the words back to him. Yoongi purred and lifted himself up, taking you with him.

“I can’t move,” you complained, using your arms to push yourself up to avoid straining Yoongi’s shoulders. He chuckled, not the least bit fooled by your whines. He pushed you into Jungkook’s hard chest, covered in sweat and cum, and sandwiched you between them, your face right beside Jungkook’s, cheek to cheek. You could feel the heat in his face, his hair sticking to it.

“Noona?”

“Hm?”

Everything was far too messy for this cuddle session, but that could wait.

“Is it okay if I love you?” Jungkook mumbled, burying his nose in your hair.

“Mhm,” Yoongi responded, sounding sleepy.

You brushed Jungkook’s hair away from his face. “I would very much like that.”

“Everything is dirty,” Yoongi grumbled.

“You are a main contributor,” you said cheerfully.

Yoongi grunted, leaning against you, squashing you a little harder against Jungkook. Nothing to complain about. You were enjoying every second of this.

“Jungkookie?”

“Hm, noona?”

You reached up and ran a hand through his dark cerulean hair. Jungkook hummed appreciatively, closing his eyes at your touch.

“You know this shade is Cookie Monster blue, right?”

“… Hah?”

“Does that make you Ggukkie Monster?”

Yoongi burst out laughing, raspy and full, a rare moment of Min Yoongi absolutely losing his shit.

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part v "Sorry, Jungkook, you're not allowed this time."

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BTS Reaction: Baby mama love

warnings: Pregnancy kink, kissing, touching, baby bump kink(?), honestly all of bts would love the frick out of their baby mama’s, lost of love, fluff, nipple play, breast play, cursing, mentions of insecurity. Please let me know if there is something I missed. 

a/n: OMG... I was so excited about this ask as of now I’m the only one writing reactions and I hope you enjoy this anon and of course anyone who is interested in this topic hehe... this was very fun to write but it took me too long to do it because of school but its done none the less.

Jin

You woke to Jin’s strong arms rubbing up and down your swollen stomach. You were towards the end of your second trimester and your baby bump had become very prominent. Your entire body ached, and you were an emotional wreck, but your husband, your wonderful, loving husband made sure to always put you at ease.

 “Baby, wake up.” he placed a line of soft kisses down your spine. You hummed at his actions and attempted to move to face him.

“No, baby it’s okay.” He kissed the top of your head.

“Let’s stay like this for a bit.” His hands began to slide up and down your hips. You stay still and let yourself be appreciated by your husband. He moved closer to you so that his body was flush to yours. Jin loved to make it known how grateful he was for your generous contribution of ‘mother to our child’ as he likes to say not that you really had a choice since he wouldn’t be able to carry our baby.

“Jinnie, I wanna see your handsome face, help me turn over please.” You latch onto the hand which again rested on your pregnant belly. Jin grabbed onto your shoulders and unceremoniously flipped you over onto your other side. As soon as your eyes met his lips clashed with yours. 

“My anea is so beautiful.” He moved a loose strand of hair from your face and placed it behind your ear. He reached for the blanket covers and pulled it off of the bed. You whined his name as the cold air hit your warm body. He gestured for you to sit up against the headboard. You settled against it and waited to see what Jin wanted.

He sat next to me and just let his eyes run up and down your body. His hand settled on your tummy and his face came down next to his arms.

“Hi baby Haesol, it’s your appa…I just wanted to say thank you.” He placed a small peck on your belly right above your navel.  

“Your eomma looks absolutely beautiful right now and I cannot get enough of her gorgeous body.” he cupped his hand around his mouth as if he was whispering a secret to your little boy.

“Honestly… sometimes I just look at her and I just don’t think I can control myself. I just wanna eat her up. Like right now, she looks stunning. I have to go baby boy, I need to take care of your beautiful mama.”

“Oh, my gosh, Jin, don't tell him that!” you said as you gently smacked his shoulder. 

“What? This way he’ll hear me better!”

Yoongi

You reach for your favorite pair of jeans excited to get ready for the day. You gather up some accessories and a variety of tops to complete your look. It had been around three months since you found out you were pregnant and today you would have the first ultrasound. You had been doing some research and found out that today you might know the approximate birthday of your baby. Yoongi had decided to ask for a half day to accompany you to your appointment and he had messaged you saying that he was almost done with his work for the day. Yoongi being the loving husband he was, said he would pick up food on his way home to enjoy before you leave to the OBGYN clinic.

You took your belongings and set them on the bed and took a second to look at your reflection in the full-length mirror in your shared room. You lifted the large t-shirt you had worn to sleep and placed your delicate hand on your growing tummy. You looked at the way your body had begun to change. Your legs had swollen a little not used to the extra amount of weight you had put on. You look further up your body and you take notice of your hips. They had begun to widen, not a substantial amount but enough to be noticeable at least to you. Your eyes traveled further up and landed on your swollen tummy. You delicately placed your small hand on the swell of your stomach. You smiled happily at the thought of your future.

“You look beautiful,” Yoongi said from the doorway of your room. He walked slowly behind you and placed his hands on top of yours. He lowered his head to fit in the crook of my neck, he placed a few sparse kisses on the little skin that was exposed. He hummed into your ear. “and our baby is going to keep growing in here.” His hands rubbed up and down your exposed tummy.

 His soft hands left goosebumps in their wake. Yoongi had expressed to you how excited he was to see my body grow to accommodate your child and he made sure to never let you feel insecure in your developing body. So to accommodate for your growing insecurities he only ever presented you with love and adoration anytime you had the chance to be together.

“I’m excited for our appointment today,” you said as you nuzzled yourself into his warm body.

“Me too, but you look so good now baby,” his hands slid up under your oversized sized shirt and cupped your tender chest. “and you. Are just. Going. To keep. Getting. Sexier. And sexier.” His words were emphasized but his plush lips which pressed softly into the skin of your neck. His hands played tenderly with your soft skin.

“I won’t be able to keep my hands off of you jagiya.”

 Hoseok

“Baby mama what are you doin’?” Hobi walked into your shared room, excited to see what you had been up to while he was at work. You look back at him with a glowing smile.

“I want to see which of my clothes still fit me. As far as jeans, as of now… I have one pair that fits me.” You turn towards your husband, giddy with excitement now that he was home. You reach for the button of the jeans you had on and pull at it to hopefully shut it but to no avail.  Hoseok walked towards you and placed his hands on your hips and looked straight into your eyes. He moved his hands to the small of your back and slithered his hands into the back pockets. He rests his forehead against yours as you wrapped your arms around his waist. He begins to lead your body to the beat of the song playing in his head and together you sway in the silence of your house.

“I can’t wait to see you grow more pregnant, Sunshine. Though I won’t lie,” his hand moves down to where your butt meets your thighs and gives it a firm squeeze, followed by a soft pat. “I’m really going to miss your ass in these jeans.” He grabbed your hand and raised it above your head, procedeeding to spin you slowly. His free hand stops you when you're facing away from him. He pulls you so the swell of your behind is pressed up against his slim figure. Once again, he guides your body to the beat of the song that wasn’t playing. His slender hands roam over your developing curves. They move around you as if he’d never felt your body. Two years of dating and three years of marriage had made the two of you experts when it came to each other’s bodies. Though right now Hoseok seemed to be hesitant to let himself enjoy you like he did in the past.

“God, you're so perfect, Sunshine.” You led him to the bed that was in the middle of your room and sat him at the foot of it. He spread his legs on the edge of the bed which gave you the opportunity to slot yourself between his muscular thighs. He smiled up at you and let his hands settle on your small baby bump under the shirt you were wearing. He leaned forwards to press a couple of quaint kisses to the apex of your tummy.

“Thank you so much, beautiful.” His face nuzzled into your stomach and hummed into your warm skin.

Namjoon

You’d been lounging around your house all day watching Netflix and doing other random ‘busy work’ Namjoon asked you to do. Since you had gone onto maternity leave you had a lot of time on your hands, so your wonderful husband always came home with projects and things for you to keep busy around the house. Recently you had begun to decorate the nursery and the two of you had decided on the theme of the room. So you began to paint the walls to look like a forest, alongside some cute woodland creatures that are scattered across the room.

“Y/n baby, I’m home!” You heard the door open and your husband’s shoes hit the floor as he threw them on the ground after removing them. Ever since you had become pregnant, Namjoon was excited to get home and just spend time with you. Now that you were in the first week of your third trimester your husband had become extra protective of you. He made sure you were eating good foods, getting in the necessary amount of sleep and making sure to help you destress if you ever did manage to get wound up.

“Hey, hon I’m painting in the nursery.” The clap of Namjoon’s house slippers echoed through the house as he approached the room you were in.

“How’s it coming along?” He slid his arms under the straps of your overalls and massaged your straining shoulders. You rested your head on his large hand and enjoyed his impromptu massage.

“Pretty good I think, I just need to try to match this brown and a few other colors, but I have a pretty good idea of what I want it to look like.” You point with your palette knife in the direction of the deer you had been working on for the past few days. You and Namjoon stood looking at the doe. It seemed like time stopped as you both looked at the solitary animal.

“You and the doe have the same eyes.” He placed a small kiss on your collar bone and smiled into your skin. “Also, I like what you're wearing today.”

He grabbed the straps of your tank top and snapped them on your shoulder. You scoffed at his small transgression and patted his thigh behind you. A moan slipped out of Namjoon’s plush lips and a smug smile crept its way on your glowing face.

“Oh, now I know why you were excited to get home?” You shift back into his hold while his hands slither down to your inner thighs.

“Baby, I mean come on,” he whined “just look at you.” He kissed the nape of your neck “You look so beautiful pregnant, Mama. From the ways your eyes glitter, to the way your lips got plumper, even your hair shines more.”

“yeah okay kiss up old man. You’re still short and i’m still fat”

He ignored your sassy comment instead he takes in a deep breath and cups your breasts in his big hands. “Your chest too, and your wider hips. Hmm? Not to mention your belly, God you’re so damn gorgeous.” 

“I love you Joon.”

“I love you too Bambi.”

 Jimin

“Jagiya~ I have something for you.” Jimin sang into the quiet house. He walked for a little while anxious to see you.

“Y/n? Where are you, Angel??” He yelled out again into your shared apartment.

“I’m running a bath, Minnie. Join me?'' The water coming out of the faucet made the bubbles in the bath water swirl around in the tub. It had been a while since you got to spend some time with your husband so you thought to spoil your man. Things had been a little hectic. The boys were working on some music for the comeback and with you being  close to the third trimester of your pregnancy, it didn’t help to reduce the stress Jimin was subjected to. So any chance you got you tried to make things easier for you husband since he had been extra loving and patient through your pregnancy. You heard a soft knock at the door and giggled.Even though you had been together for over five years, he still made you feel butterflies and giddy excitement when you got to spend time together.

“Come in, the bath is almost ready.” Jimin walks in hesitantly as if he was afraid of what was beyond the closed bathroom. You had set up a string of purple LED lights to give the room its ambient. Music also began to play softly. His hands are hidden behind his back and a goofy smile is plastered on his face as you approach him.

“I had a surprise for you, but I feel like you’ve got me beat.” He sets whatever he had in his hands on the countertop. He grabs onto your biceps and rubs them tenderly. “You are too good to me,” he affirmed as he rubbed his nose against yours. Your hands find the purchase of his waist and wrap tightly around it.

“Wait baby, what did you bring?” You rub small circles on the base of his spine. He shrugs out of your hold and grabs the small box from behind him and hands it to you. You pull at the pale pink ribbon and tear the wrapping paper.

“Jimin, you didn’t?” Inside the box was a small pale pink and blue Hanbok. Woven within the fabric of the skirt were threads of gold which shimmered when you moved the fabric around. Tears welled up in your eyes.

“I thought we could use this for when she turns one… you know for the Doljanchi ceremony.” Without hesitation you kiss his soft lips. You part your lips to allow your husband to explore your mouth with his tongue. You smile into the kiss.

“Let's get in the bath, yeah?” You nod and undress quickly. Jimin grabs your hand and leads you over and into the warm water. You sit down slowly with the guidance of your husband and he follows in to sit in front of you. He pats his legs and you hesitantly straddle his lap. You see a glimmer of lust in his eyes as they scan down your pregnant body. He cups your swollen breasts and rubs softly on your tender nipples. His head drifts down to nestle in bust.

“Fucking perfect.” He breathed out.

 Taehyung

“Let me see you in the purple one?” He asked, though  it sounded more like a command. You turn swiftly and grab the next pair of lingerie from the box Tae had brought home for you. The velvet fabric felt luxurious as you brought the bralette up against your chest. You had started to grow uncomfortable with your body since your baby bump started showing, and now that you had begun to produce milk your chest had become a problem area for you. Not that you didn’t like how you looked. You just weren’t used to having these new dimensions. You expressed this negativity to your husband, but he was having none of it and promised to make sure to always let you know how beautiful you looked  even when you felt the opposite. That night the two of you stayed up just talking about your struggle and how these changes were affecting your mental health. So, you decided to really have patience with yourself and with the help of Taehyung you would find comfort in your body once again.

It had been a while since you had had that conversation with your husband and through your pregnancy you learned to thrive in your pre-partum body and found that you actually were enjoying your new figure. You felt confident. Even though the pregnancy had been difficult, you found a great amount of self-worth. Tae had noticed your shift in attitude and decided to help you grow even more comfortable in some more intimate situations.

You looked into the full-length mirror in your room and cautiously put on the lingerie that you had brought into the room. It fit you really well with the exception of your chest, you had grown a little and Tae hadn’t taken that into account. You fluff your hair and inspect your makeup before heading back to the living room where Tae was waiting for you. The patter of your feet is heard as you waddled towards your partner.

Tae sat comfortably on the couch, his legs were spread open and his hands grabbed at the back of his neck. His eyes seemed to be closed but his brow were furrowed. The light in the room made his honey skin glimmer. You noticed that he had undone one of the buttons on his white button up which exposed more of his soft golden skin.

“Tae, look please.” You said quietly as to not break the ambient of the room. His eyes open slowly as his head lifts off the back rest of the couch. He looks at you and lifts one hand up to cover his mouth.

“Fuck, you look good. Turn for me, sweetness. I bet the back looks just as good.” You nod at his request and turn slowly to face away from him. He hisses loudly at your appearance.

“Come here, sweetheart. I wanna see it up close.” His word had become slurred from what you assumed to be lust. You waddle as sexily as you could towards your husband. He chuckles softly at your attempt and grabs on to your rotund hips. His lips meet the apex of your baby bump where he places a hand up to your tender chest. His hand slides in between the fabric of your panties and your heat while the other reaches up to softly play with your engorged nipple through the velvet of the bralette.

“I’m such a lucky man, the mother of my babies.” He kissed around your exposed chest “My wife… is the most beautiful woman in existence. You don’t even know how grateful I am to be with you, Sweetness.”

 Jungkook

Jungkook was so excited when he had found out you were expecting a child, so excited that he bought a brand-new camera just to take pictures of you throughout your pregnancy to see your tummy grow. Every day after work he made sure to take an aesthetic picture of you to eventually make a scrapbook to give to you for your next anniversary. Today he called you excitedly asking you to fill the bathtub with water, JUST water, he emphasized, so when he texted you that he was five minutes away you began to fill the tub with hot water. You hear the quiet buzz of the keypad as Jungkook put in the code to your apartment.

“Baby girl I’m home, did you fill the bathtub!” His voice ricocheted throughout the house.

“Yes, Bun I’m filling it up as we speak.” He set his bag down and took his camera and the lights and brought them with him to your restroom. He set the lights up and slung his camera around his neck.

“Baby, can you put on that pretty red robe, the really long one that’s transparent.” He looked down at you with his big bright eyes and sent you a loving smile. You walk out to your room and your husband continues fixing the bathtub. He grabbed a couple of the roses and removed the petals from the stem tossing the loose petals into the water. He took a few of the tea candles and placed them in the tub to see how they float in the bath. Content with the candles, he continued to fiddle with the color of the lighting until he found a setting that he knew would compliment your skin tone.

Your footsteps patter on the glossy tile. This alerted Jungkook to your presence. He turned to see you in the luxurious red garment. His eyes travel down the expanse of your body and he feels his member twitch in his grey joggers. He whispers a quiet wow under his breath. A flash of light reflects off the shiny tile. Jungkook looked down at his hands and noticed that his finger was on the shutter release.

“Eomeo.” He chuckled

“Get in the tub baby and just relax for me.” You reach out for Jungkook so he could help you get into the bath carefully. The fabric of your robe swirled around in the tub majestically, the rose petals splayed around your glowing figure. The candles bobbed softly around you, the set up made you feel expensive, luxurious, and sexy. You had to give it to Jungkook. He really had an eye for visual effect.

“I’m going to start okay?” He lifted the camera up to his face. He moved around you to find all of the best angles. Every once in a while, he’d give you instructions for the poses he wanted you in. After a couple of minutes, you begin to notice your husband's focus waning. Your gaze sweeps down his frame until your eyes land on his hardened member.

“Kookie, you’re hard.” You smile up at him innocently.

“How could I not be, Beautiful.” He walks up close to the tub. He reaches down to grab your chin with his thumb and forefinger. He pulls your face up to sear your lips in a passionate kiss.

“My baby girl is so sexy.” He bites harshly onto your bottom lip. “Seeing you like this… with your swollen breast, and your beautiful baby bump.” His hand reached down into the water and settles on your tummy.

“Just, I don’t know… I…it makes me want you so damn much.”

~AdMin

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[vin-taege]

BTS Tag

First BTS song:Dope 

First bias: Before hopping from bias to bias, it was Jin. I remember seeing him in that doctor costume for the first time and thinking: “Mhmm that’s it, chief.” 

Current bias:Taehyung, my art hoe, my love, mr. big dick energy

Put the members in order of bias:?? can I cram all of them in one spot ??

Fave BTS song:Oof either Fake Love or Anpanman 

Fave song from Wings: Cypher Pt.4 because that shit’s a power anthem

Fave song from LY:Go Go Fave underrated song:Is Baepsae underrated? How about Satoori Rap? 

Fave music video:Blood, Sweat and Tears, hit me with that aesthetic

Fave dancer: Jimin because damn graceful boy 

Fave vocal:Taehyung with his wide-ass vocal range

Fave rapper: lil meow meow

Fave colour on each member:aside from bst’s whole color palette;

namjoon - lilac 

jin- bRING THE PINK HAIR BACK PLS KING

yoongi - black yes or white

hoseok - light brown

jimin - S I L V E R/balck bc i miss his prince eric look

taehyung - red/blue/blonde yellow

jungkook - reddish purple mhm yes that hair color 

Fave choreo: Blood, Sweat and Tears Fave ships: Minjoon (underrated smh), Taegi (I feel like this is also underrated??) Taekook, Namjin ofc, Yoonseok

tagging: @go-setyoursoulonfire @once-you-jimin-you-can-jimout @bbyjin @lthyl @blueberrymidget (do your Save Me boys proud) @jooniper (hello, I see you a lot!)

[sensucus]

ABOUT THE MUN

nicknames: rosie ( posie ). roo. destroyer of three universes. stupid dumb idiot girl. zodiac: pisces height: 5′5 ??? i forgot.  time: ten pm. favorite band / artist: sf9. elris. svt. wjsn. bts. kendrick lamar. brockhampton. rich brian. song stuck in my head: poem (shhh) - colde last movie i saw: howl’s moving castle :D !!! last thing i googled: spongebob rock on freaky bro sdhkaebdskj..... other blogs: hwiheon. it’s my main tumblr.  do i get asks: on here? my friends are supportive so yes sljsdls...  why did i choose this username: i think sf9 is pretty neat. also my friend picked it out. following: forty smth... i’m assuming this means how many people i’m following. if not... yenno how that goes... average amount of sleep: it’s inconsistent. five hours. but on days i try... like maybe seven or eight hours. what i’m wearing: a really big tee repping my old school and shorts dhksj... dream job: storyboarder :D ! dream trip: japan with my siblings ! they’re nerds and want to go, i want to surprise them one day with tickets. favorite food: i LOVE chocolate chip pancakes. any breakfast food. chipati and oxtail. people.  play any instruments: i play the ukulele :DDD !!!!!! eye color: brown hair color: brown languages you speak: english.  most iconic song: fanfare - sf9 !!!!  random fact: i keep a packet of yoongi photocards on my person at all times for good luck. describe yourself as aesthetic things: aching hands. hopelessly daydreaming. starry nights. city lights. dark makeup palettes. a peach on the first day of summer. romantic letters. dried tears.

tagged by: @s-aerom tagging: @yebbos @flowerhwis @nclcnger @hcurcux @nireahc

[jaehyunpeachy]

i am you // you are me - yoonkook - 5k

some weird soulmate shit happens.

read: yoongi keeps running into this cute cashier boy. and they keep matching?

(music to listen: 1. belief - mabinc 2. i am you you are me - zico 3. soulmate - zico ft. iu)

man, seoul has a completely different atmosphere and air to it - way different than in daegu. literally, the air smells different here and yoongi thinks it’s not necessarily a bad thing, but the fact that he notices this small and random detail just makes him a little more depressed because he longs for his cozy home back in good ole d-town.

he’s lounging in a flimsy lawn chair on his apartment balcony and distastefully sniffs the stuffy seoul air again. his mind wanders back to old, familiar places - the bustling family restaurant, his mom’s soothing voice, his father beckoning him to taste the family’s famous galbi-jjim , his brother’s annoying method of showing affection via noogies when yoongi grudgingly accepts his chores for the day.

the fond memories in his head are juxtaposed with the outside sound and sight of the bustling nighttime atmosphere. everything in seoul is so,fast-paced , even the night life, which he can clearly see from his vantage point. he hasn’t really gotten used to it all, more like, barely tolerating it. he’s kinda stubbornly refusing to settle completely which serves to make him more homesick and then he’s stuck in this cycle of stubbornness and nostalgia and longing and stubbornness and nostalgia and longing.

yoongi breaks his nostalgic reverie when he stands up, the chair loudly scraping against the floor. if he’s going to drown himself in memories and be a sad, depressed sack he might as well do it right - with some alcohol.

he checks the fridge to grab a can of beer but fuck - he’s out. all that’s left is a pack of sliced turkey meat, a sad pile of lettuce, a lone half-empty gallon of milk, and a fully empty carton that used to hold eggs.

damn, his produce is mocking him.

just a few hours ago when he opened his fridge he saw the same turkey, lettuce, milk, and egg carton and the word minimalism smugly appeared in his head. yoongi prides himself on not being wasteful; he’s able to use each and every one of his ingredients until they’re completely gone, thank you very much.

but seeing as he’s in a less than ideal mood to be holed up at home and he has a dire need of alcohol, yoongi tears his eyes away from his sad produce, grabs his wallet and keys, and wrestles himself into a big sweater to combat the chilly night-time seoul air. he grumbles as he steps out of his apartment complex. daegu was always on the warmer side. who knows, maybe the seoul air will help clear his head. maybe.

yoongi finds himself deep in thought as he’s walking, a result of his melancholy mood and the atmosphere of night probably. as a result, he doesn’t realize that he’s actually not walking in the direction of the nearest 7-eleven. when he hears the distant sound of a car angrily honking five times - goddamn, chill - he’s shaken out of his thoughts and glances at his surroundings.

nice. he’s in a random alley.

well, way to go min yoongi. this night is just continually fucking with him and becoming more and more disappointing. he takes a minute to inwardly curse at himself for his obliviousness before he has the smart idea of grabbing his phone out his pocket. he googles the nearest convenience store. the top result is ten yards from his current location.

he rounds a corner and walks a few paces before he spots it. only a single neon sign that reads “ level” adorns its storefront and he assumes that’s what the store is called. yoongi power walks toward it, through the front door, and straight towards where he thinks they should be keeping the alcohol because dammit, he is a man on a mission.

somewhere on the other end of the store, which isn’t actually far from where yoongi stands now, the clock goes from 11:59 to 12:00.

yoongi surveys his surroundings. he’s bombarded with neon colors from every angle, which makes the store feel bigger than it actually is. from the outside, it looked cramped and dull and drab and not colorful. due to this very misleading outward appearance, yoongi immediately thinks that this is exactly the type of store that is empty seventy-five percent of the time and will most likely be out of business within the next month.

okay, it is midnight, but yoongi can tell when a store is being frequented or not, in this case: not. it’s the only possible explanation as to why his sneakers squeak so unusually loud on the unusually pristine tiles.

he strides towards the refrigerated area and for some reason, he feels a strange sense of familiarity, like he’s been here before; a type of vague awareness that comes from something like a dream.

actually, yoongi’s seen stores like this before. namjoon has a very cultured and particular sense of tumblr aesthetic and this store fits the bill perfectly.

yoongi chalks that niggling feeling as a latent reaction to all the posts he witnessed namjoon reblogging to his tumblr, as they sat on the couch on their respective phones. he’s suddenly bitter again because now, with his current situation and location , he can’t even call namjoon out for trying to be hipster because he’s too far away to even see namjoon or his stupid hipster-aesthetic-whatever tumblr in person.

yoongi spots the alcohol, finally, and grabs two - he hesitates and turns around - three bottles of the brand he likes and walks to the checkout station.

well fuck, he was hoping for a some sort of self-checkout machine - this is seoul, the largest metropolis of korea after all - but he should have known not to expect anything when he set foot inside.

god, he’s too impatient and drained and sad to deal with another human being but sucks up his feelings once again as he steps up to the counter. no one is actually there and yoongi spots a bell and rings it twice. a couple more times, more insistently, for good measure. suddenly he feels his phone buzz in his pocket. he checks and sees it’s from namjoon.

at that moment someone stumbles out of the ‘employees only’ door and utters a quick apology for making yoongi wait.

yoongi quickly glances up from the phone and sees that the cashier is a young twenty-something boy. all he sees is a mop of soft brown hair and just under it, a pair of soft brown eyes which he unwittingly makes eye contact with. but suddenly it is broken - the cashier beginning to ring up yoongi’s items, and yoongi looking back at his phone.

dance monster [12:10 am]

hyung

you’ll never guess wat happend today

me [12:10 am]

what

dance monster [12:11 am]

so u kno that tattoo i got a while back ????

me [12:11 am]

joon ur gonna have to be a little more specific

dance monster [12:11 am]

ok ok that one on my wrist !

the moon one !!1!1 !

me [12:11 am]

so...what

dance monster [12:11 am]

idek hyung like

ok fuck

this sounds so weird but like

for some reason i woke up this morning

me [12:11 am]

a goddamn miracle

dance monster [12:12 am]

shut up hyung

anyway i woke up

and now i have a new sun tattoo

me [12:12 am]

wait

what

dance monster [12:12 am]

idk !!! hyung idek wats goin on ajoer

i think it’d be better if u called me

asklejroijga

“excuse me?”

right, yoongi still needs to pay for his things. he jams his phone into his back pocket and fishes for his wallet. he awkwardly fumbles for some bills, “ah, sorry - here you go,” and all but flings them on the counter in his haste to get back to his conversation with namjoon and to go back home and avoid strangers altogether, let alone semi-attractive strangers.

it looks like his original plan of drowning in sorrow will have to be put on hold. nonetheless, he welcomes the new interruption in the form of his dear friend.

right as yoongi’s about to exit the store, the cashier calls out to him.

“um,” he pauses cutely, “nice sweater.”

yoongi looks down. it’s an old number, one that jimin got for him as a christmas present. it’s kinda not his style because it’s colorblocked - well, color in general - but it’s the first thing he found as he left his apartment and it’s oversized and it’s a gift. from jimin. so.

he looks up again and sees the exact same sweater on the cashier.

o-kay. what a coincidence.

at this moment, yoongi gets a really good look at the twenty-something cashier boy. well, as good of a look as he can seeing as half of cashier boy’s body is obscured by the counter.

the cashier is clearly taller and bigger than yoongi but the sweater still looks oversized and his fingers just barely peek out from under the sleeves. yoongi gets a good look at cashier boy’s doe eyes and button nose and his whole look just screams soft.   fuck semi-attractive. this guy is possibly the most attractive guy yoongi has ever seen. the most attractive person in seoul, by far. at least to yoongi’s standards. and this is only the visible half - yoongi gulps - doesn’t even want to think about anything lower than that.

he eloquently chokes out a word. “cool.”

real smooth, min yoongi.

well, time’s up. yoongi’s just about done with social interaction and he’s itching to get home and he wants to maybe forget this whole thing because goddamn, he’s awkward and the cashier is cute.

cashier boy blinks and fuck, yoongi can see his eyelashes from here. and then, cashier boy smiles , all twinkling eyes and soft lips, “have a nice evening, sir.”

yoongi bolts out of the door.

/

jungkook just barely managed to keep his fluster in check. he tried to not to stare at the strange man’s silvery hair, or at his sharp profile, or at his attractive piercings, three silver hoops on each ear - fuck, since when did jungkook find piercings on anyone but himself attractive?

but the thing that caught jungkook’s attention the most was the sweater. not the fact that it was so large that it swallowed the man’s entire frame but still made the entire fit scream effortless and attractive. not the fact that the color palette complimented his silver hair.

they had the same fucking sweater?

taehyung, who is privy to jungkook’s unique tastes, had carefully chosen the very sweater as a christmas present. he claims that he happened upon it in some random thrift store and thought it screamed jungkook and bought it even though christmas wasn't for another three months.

jungkook thinks otherwise. the sweater is just. so nice. taehyung probably bought it at a non thrift shop last minute, which would explain why jungkook ran into another person also wearing it. yeah. that would explain the coincidence. it’s definitely embarrassing, but people are bound to be caught wearing the same clothes, seeing as they’re mass produced for that reason - to be worn.

as he starts cleaning up, jungkook silently thanks himself for choosing the night shifts at level supermarket because 1. he likes staying up late 2. he gets to meet interesting and colorful characters like that one sweet ahjumma with cotton candy pink hair that comes in every day at 9:36 pm sharp to buy a bag of lollipops and nothing else, for example.

jungkook’s checking the inventory for the third time - it always helps to be extra thorough - but his mind begins to wander back to that silver-haired man.

a small - admittedly very small - part of him wants to never see that man again because he was a stranger, a very attractive stranger, and jungkook acted like such a freaking loser. god he’s blushing again. but the bigger- much bigger - part of him wants to see the silver-haired man again. like, he was fucking attractive. but also something about a frustrated looking man coming in a store at midnight that hardly anyone ever comes to just.

he’s like a novel jungkook is itching to read.

jungkook just wants to know.

jungkook wants to know. jungkook wants to know how this man likes his eggs cooked. does he have any tattoos? is he a morning person? okay, maybe not that because he’s up and about at midnight.

what is his opinion on soulmates? does he listen to dean? what does his smile look like? does he like smiling? is he a smiley person? is he doing okay?

because most of all, jungkook wants to tell him that things are going to be okay. something about this man seemed - lonely and jungkook has an urge to reach out and be like, me too, i understand, i hope you’re okay.

but. jungkook shakes his head to clear the thoughts. he’s doing it again. he’s getting ahead of himself and he’s doing that fantasizing thing he tends to do. at his core, jungkook is a very kind and empathetic person and the times he does feel good about himself he wants to meet people and reach out. back at his small hometown, the people were very friendly and accepting, and this made it easy for him. and with the town being so small, eventually jungkook knew everyone and everyone knew him and he was very comfortable with this.

however, this is seoul. and after making the difficult decision to leave the comfort of his town to pursue his dreams in the form of a dance degree, jungkook has learned that not everyone feels the same way in this city.

‘city people’   he thinks with distaste - but mostly - disappointment.

jungkook closes and locks the store’s front door, as well as his hopes for seeing the silver-haired man again. he’s no stranger to how this kind of thing works. nothing good happens when he gives into wishful thinking.

/

as soon as yoongi is back in the safety of his apartment he calls namjoon. “joon, what’s up?”

“okay, so. like. yeah. i don’t know, hyung!” yoongi goes to open a bottle of beer, his silence prompting namjoon to continue.

“i just woke up and now i have a new sun tattoo on my wrist! honestly, it looks pretty good paired with the one i already have of the crescent moon.”

“well, as long as you’re happy with it joon, i guess it’s cool.” yoongi takes a long gulp, “could’ve been worse. could’ve woken up with the word ‘penis’ tattooed in large letters instead.”

namjoon cackles heartily and yoongi smiles at the sound. “yeah, you’re right hyung.” he laughs again, “this is like some weird soulmate shit.

yoongi elegantly swallows some beer down the wrong airway. “yeah,” he coughs a few times to clear his throat, “come to think of it-,”

on second thought, maybe yoongi will keep cashier boy to himself. what happened earlier that night still felt - unreal. yoongi feels like he’ll break the enigmatic anonymity of the attractive cashier boy if he says anything.

“hyung?”

“no, nothing. nevermind,” yoongi changes the subject, “how’s that new track going?” and namjoon enthusiastically explains his progress.

/

the next day, yoongi finds himself slouched at his desk, pen tossed somewhere to the side. he’s looking down at what he can only call organized chaos atop his desk. this is usually how his song production process starts anyway. he scans some of the lyrics he just scribbled all over and he sees stuff like ‘ enigma and mystique ’ and ‘ eyes that hold stars ’ and ‘ deer in headlights... i’m struck by your beauty mystery loveliness- ’

uh-huh. yup.  okay. yoongi stands up and gathers all those loose leaf papers in a pile and goes to deposit them in the wastebin.

he pauses and throws them in a random drawer in his nightstand.

he needs to get out. he grabs his leather jacket draped across the back of his desk chair and power walks his way out of his apartment.

yoongi finds himself wandering the city again and wait. it’s that store again. what the fuck? did he just subconsciously make his way to back to the store and it’s attractive cashier-

shit. yoongi sees said cashier boy through the front windows, presumably stocking a shelf. he gets up and starts walking back to the counter, but as he’s doing that his body faces the front doors, which probably puts yoongi in his plain sight.

yoongi quickly backpedals, hoping he hasn’t been spotted.

he stands in place for a beat.

he refuses to acknowledge how hard his heart is hammering.

after much internal debate, yoongi decides that fuck it. he’s already here and he sees a huge jar of cheese puffs from where he’s standing and he might as well get that. because. he needs. inspiration.

he walks in, trying his best to put confidence in his steps and not looking at the cashier - who is now sitting at the counter with earphones and bobbing his head to a beat and is he humming?

yoongi walks down the chip aisle, deciding that he needs to have different flavors on hand when he gets tired of the cheese puffs.

over the top of the aisle, yoongi can see cashier boy stretching and fuck. his shoulders look good in that leather jacket too.

yoongi reaches the end of the aisle and is about to stroll into the next one, but almost trips on his shoelaces of his black converse. he kneels down and glances at the counter, seeing that the cashier is now standing. they make awkward eye contact and yoongi quickly goes back to tying his own shoelace, not before seeing a flash of black converses disappearing behind the counter.

when yoongi goes to pay for his items, cashier boy has taken off the leather jacket, leaving him in a simple white tee with a simple supreme logo. and now his incredibly toned biceps are out on display. wow. is it getting hot in here? yoongi sees the veins in cashier boy’s arms when they flex to hold the large container of cheese puffs. yoongi gulps.

it’s too hot - yoongi strips off his own leather jacket and slings it over an arm. eyes looking anywhere but the cashier, he taps his foot and waits for cashier boy to state the price and yoongi can pay and then he can leave.

except. cashier boy hasn’t said anything for a little while. yoongi chances a quick glance upwards. cashier boy is staring at - yoongi’s chest? fuck, did he wear his kumamon jammies out or something?

but like, if this boy has something against kumamon, yoongi has a serious bone to pick with him.

yoongi glances down at his own shirt. then back up at cashier boy. then back at his own shirt.

weird. yoongi’s wearing a supreme shirt. cashier boy’s wearing one too. cashier boy squints, like he’s suspicious of yoongi or something.

yoongi clears his throat, “uh - can i pay for my things?”

this seems to shake the cashier out of whatever stupor he’s in, “ah - sorry.”

yoongi pays for his things and goes to grab the bag the cashier is holding out for him to take. yoongi overshoots a little; okay, maybe he’s a little flustered and accidently knocks his hand against the cashier’s.

there’s a little clink as yoongi’s ring bumps against cashier boy’s.

okay. fuck. they’re wearing matching rings too?

they both face each other with similar looks of shock and confusion. before either of them have a chance to say anything, yoongi books it out of there real quick.

/

something weird is going on and jungkook doesn’t know what to do.

he’s just minding his own business, listening to offonoff’s new album while doing his math homework at the register to keep an eye on the store in case anyone does come in. it’s midnight but still.

then, jungkook sees movement in the corner of his eyes and realizes that someone has come in without him noticing.

it’s the silver-haired man again. and shit, he looks really good. he’s standing in front of the snack shelf, with his hands in the back pockets of his jeans and he’s wearing this large leather jacket.

jungkook does not salivate.

but wait. jungkook looks down at himself. how is he also wearing a leather jacket?

it must be another fluke. jungkook hurriedly stands up and takes his jacket off, pacing around for a bit.

he looks over at the silver-haired man again and sees him tying his right shoelace.

jungkook looks down at his shoes.

his left shoelace is untied.

a mixture of mild horror and panic starts thrumming through his body, but he refuses to tie his shoelaces and resumes his nervous pacing.

he turns around and jumps slightly. the silver haired man is right in front of him, fidgeting with his hair.

jungkook goes to ring up his purchases, which are all comprised of various family size chip bags. he goes to ring up the last item, a jumbo container of cheese puffs, and pauses. the silver-haired man has taken off his leather jacket and. why. is he wearing a supreme shirt. like jungkook.

jungkook stares dumbfoundedly at that stupid supreme logo and the man’s prominent collarbones before he clears his throat and asks for jungkook to ring up the total.

right. jungkook hurriedly bags everything and thrusts them towards the man, hoping he’ll leave quickly.

the man accidentally knocks his hand against jungkook’s and this time jungkook does not hide his shock.

you've got to be fucking kidding. they have matching rings. it's like they're a couple or something.

what. is happening.

/

the next night after his shift at the local coffee shop, yoongi actively seeks out level convenience store, as well as its resident attractive cashier. he’s wearing this ostentatious, bright yellow, furry thing. it’s so. loud. and lowkey ugly. hence the reason why he’s out at night.

however, yoongi swears his sweater is bright enough that he’s probably glowing in the dark.

but, yoongi also needs to prove a point. whatever cosmic fuckery is going on, whatever deity is fucking with him, yoongi just wants to prove to himself that this is all bullshit. running into a cute stranger repeatedly is enough, and yoongi doesn’t need any other unexplainable shit happening.

/

jungkook is tapping his foot, a habit of his that surfaces only when he’s nervous or anxious. jungkook is definitely focusing on math homework and definitely not looking out for a certain silver-haired stranger.

he rubs his nose with the sleeve of his sweater and almost sneezes. geez. jungkook had asked taehyung to lend him his craziest article of clothing at the moment, seeing as taehyung’s fashion style is overall - crazy. so, taehyung tossed him the first thing he laid eyes on in his closet, and it was this gucci sweater. gucci my ass, jungkook thinks. this sweater is just a very good excuse to cosplay as big bird.

jungkook just wants to figure out what is going on. like, he meets some cute stranger and-

holy shit. he sees said stranger standing outside on the sidewalk.

okay, somebody up there must hate jungkook because - he looks down at himself just to make sure - both of them are once again, matching.

like, how does the stranger still look striking in such an ugly sweater?

jungkook can only stare as the stranger swiftly turns around and bolts down the street.

/

yoongi slams the door of his apartment closed, breathing heavily. he looks through the peephole to make sure no one had followed him. he’s not taking any chances.

that’s it. something is up and yoongi’s solution is to - hole himself up in his apartment.

wait, can he do that? oh yeah, it’s friday. and he doesn’t have any shifts until monday.  fantastic. he can devote himself wholeheartedly to his unfinished tracks over the weekend.

yoongi wakes up saturday afternoon, but allows himself the luxury of lounging around in bed for a few more hours. this effectively brings the start of his day well into saturday evening. he fishes around for some spare instant ramen packets, and begins working as soon as he gives himself some salty sustenance.

his weekend goes by like this: immersing himself with writing lyrics and producing elementary beats for a few straight hours and then taking short naps in between. he eats if he remembers. or if namjoon reminds him.

all in all, he does a good job of not thinking about the weird stuff that’s been going on, and especially about the soft-looking cashier boy.

except.

yoongi stumbles out of his bedroom, finally succumbing to his stomach’s urges, as well as namjoon’s rapid texts.

he fumbles around for a cup of ramen - his last one, he’ll have to refill - and goes to find a scissor to cut off the plastic wrap.

his fingers slip and he ends up cutting himself.

he sighs as he looks down at his bleeding finger. he dabs at it lightly to try to clear away the blood, but it just keeps oozing out. he grabs a tissue and presses on the fresh wound, waiting for it to clot, but the blood just keeps coming.

what the heck? he didn’t cut himself that hard.

ah, shit. he doesn’t have any bandaids.

he checks his phone. 2:55 am. is there a store open at this hour-

there might be one.

before yoongi thinks about it too hard, he wraps a clean tissue around his finger and books it out of his apartment. he’s not about to hold a tissue around his finger for the rest of the night to keep it from getting infected.

as he fast-walks to level convenience store, yoongi thinks about cashier boy again for the first time in awhile (a couple days.) maybe whatever matchy-matchy curse or spell or shit is over, since yoongi hadn’t seen or even thought about the boy. wow. an achievement.

cashier boy probably isn’t even there, seeing as it’s so late.

whatever, yoongi just needs to grab some bandaids and then he’s out.

he heads into the store, notices that the register is unattended, and goes to grab a box of bandaids. while he’s at it, he stops by the ramen aisle to refill his stock.

as he makes his way to the register, he sees someone now sitting behind the counter. yoongi stops in his tracks. it’s cashier boy. he looks as stunning as ever. and he’s fiddling with one of his fingers, which happens to be bandaged. he looks up and only then does yoongi continue walking towards him.

none of them say anything as cashier boy rings up his items, but he does raise his eyebrows slightly when he notices the blood-soaked tissue around yoongi’s finger.

after he pays, yoongi doesn’t leave right away. instead, he rips open the box of bandaids and slaps one around his finger.

“how did you hurt yourself?”

holy shit, even cashier boy’s voice is attractive - what the fuck - with a soft, lilting tone to it.

“uh, i cut myself trying to get some ramen.” god he sounds stupid.

“wait, really?” cashier boy’s doe eyes widen - yoongi sees his eyelashes, - “me too! i was doing inventory and had to refill some ramen for the shelves and yeah.” he gesticulates with his injured finger.

yoongi is silent for a moment. they even have matching wounds.

“this shit is real, isn't it?”

cashier boy tilts his head. “oh. you mean the weird clothes thing-”

the lights in the store flicker and then suddenly fade out completely.

yoongi panics for a second as his eyes adjust to the darkness, but that initial shock instantly goes away as soon as he sees cashier boy’s big eyes reflecting the street lights outside.

he finishes cashier boy’s sentence. “...yeah. the weird clothes-matching thing.”

“well, my best explanation is that the universe continually derives pleasure from fucking with me.” cashier boy pauses, “n-not that it's always a negative thing! i mean, this time wasn't so bad!” he rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, “i-you - sorry! i didn't mean to make that sound like an insult to you.”

yoongi chuckles, “hey, it's fine. the universe likes fucking with me too.”

cashier boy shyly ducks his head.

yoongi looks around the store, now shrouded in complete darkness. “should we maybe find the fuse box or something..?”

cashier boy sits down on his stool. “nah, it’s fine. this happens quite often, actually. i don’t even know why you bother coming here when there are plenty of 7-eleven’s,” he sighs, “this store is pretty shitty and rundown.”

“i don’t know. i kinda like the warm, colorful vibe.” yoongi thinks, also, it’s because you’re here.  

“well, the longest the power’s been out was like, thirty minutes.” cashier boy unlocks his phone and begins scrolling through, “um - you’re free to leave..? i have everything under control.”

yoongi makes no move to leave and hops up to sit atop the counter. in doing so, he’s inevitably brought himself closer to cashier boy. when yoongi turns his head, he sees cashier boy up close, ensconced in moonlight, the contours of his face highlighted by shadows.

yoongi stares at cashier boy’s dark eyes, and at his eyelashes as they fan across his cheeks when he blinks slowly.

yoongi’s eyes are immediately drawn to his lips when he worries them between his teeth. if they begin leaning into each other’s orbit, none of them are the wiser.

suddenly, yoongi feels a sharp sting on his forearm. at the same time, cashier boy jerks away, hissing in pain.

something is etching itself into yoongi’s skin and he squeezes his arm to try to take away some of the pain.

his arm is still searing when the lights flicker back on.

“god, what the fuck was that-” yoongi looks down at his right arm, all red and puffy, and sees a tattoo.

it's a lock.

yoongi looks up in shock.

cashier boy has a similar look on his face. and on his left arm, is a tattoo of a key.

there's still specks of blood on cashier boy's fresh tattoo and yoongi grabs a nearby napkin and slowly dabs on it.

cashier boy flinches slightly, but yoongi places a hand on his upper arm to comfort him, to ground him. yoongi traces the boy’s tattoo lightly with his thumb and looks back at his own. a perfect match.

“i’m yoongi. min yoongi.”

cashier boy smiles softly. “jungkook.”

/

me [12:01 pm}

joon

quick question

so like

did anything weird happen

before ur tattoo appeared

dance monster [12:15 pm]

i mean

not that i can think of ??

hyung just cuz u and jungkook had some storybook soulmate romance doesn't mean smt like that happened to me

me [12:32 pm]

well what happened that day

dance monster [12:44 pm]

nothing really

i just had a study session with jin

me [12:49 pm]

‘study’

what exactly were u two studying

dance monster [12:50 pm]

hyung

need i remind u that jin is my metaphysics and epistemology tutor and wait wat were we studying ?

oh yea !!!

~metaphysics and epistemology~

me [1:00 pm]

you think he's cute, don't you

dance monster [1:05 pm]

im not answering that

me [1:06 pm]

im sensing a blush

dance monster [1:10 pm]

actually

now that i think about it

i came into that session late that day

as i was leaving my apartment i somehow

hit my knee on the doorframe

and fell

and dropped all my stuff

left a nasty bruise

also got a paper cut across my right palm as i was tryna pick up all the books in a hurry

me [1:16 pm]

you would

i fuckin bet smt like that happened to jin

hello

joon?

/

yoongi is rudely awakened by big bang’s ‘bang bang bang’ - why did he let his boyfriend pick his ringtone?

said boyfriend stirs in his sleep, burying his face deeper into yoongi’s shoulder and wrapping his arms tighter around yoongi’s waist. “mmph - hyung. make it stop. let’s nap more.”

yoongi turns his head and places a kiss atop jungkook’s forehead, “sorry baby. just let me take this real quick.”

he blindly grabs around for his cell phone and sees namjoon’s caller id lighting up.

“what.”

“hyung! what the fuck. what is happening.”

yoongi groans. “yes, what is happening. please enlighten me.”

“me and jin have matching bruises! even cuts and everything! i met up with him today and remember that cut i got on my palm? he had one too, and then we realized we have the same injuries!”

yoongi tries to process this information as fast as he can with a sleep-addled brain. “so, he’s a masochist?”

“no! god, no. he’s the one with the sun tattoo! remember how my sun tattoo appeared? well, he’s the one that had it, and he said that a moon tattoo appeared on him! like mine! hyung, we’re matching!”

“well, congratulations.” yoongi sounds grumpy, but he means it. “though i feel bad for jin. you’re a fucking klutz. don’t kill him before you ask him out officially.” he yawns. “i’m going back to sleep.”

with that, yoongi hangs up and turns back to wrap himself around jungkook.

“hyung, what was that about?” jungkook murmurs with his eyes still closed.

“nothing. just some weird soulmate shit.” he buries his nose in jungkook’s fragrant hair. “let’s go back to sleep.” ~

[gukyi]

twp; sneak peek (2)

very brief summary: for eight months, you and jungkook are forced to put your massive differences aside and plan a wedding together. pairing: jungkook x female reader word count (of this preview): 500 genre (of this preview): fluff a/n: welp, here we are. you guys wear me down, i swear. im just kidding, this is only out because i have no patience and am excited for you all to read it. tagging @jeonhoney and also @kitschkylo just because!!!

random line from the fic: “I don’t know, I wouldn’t mind kissing you again.”

Before you tug open the door to the florist, you tell yourself that you’re doing this for Hoseok, for his wedding, and for the happiness you hope follows him for the rest of his life, the only things that will keep you from bailing out of sheer exasperation with Jungkook and his terrible personality. This is for Hoseok, not Jungkook, and not you. For Hoseok.

Jungkook’s already there when you step inside, and he is entirely prepared for your arrival, judging by his slick bow and the red rose in his hand. He tilts his head down like the greasiest gentleman in the world before holding out the rose in front of you, brown eyes sparkling with mirth.

“Smooth,” you say, unimpressed with his actions.

“Only for you, princess.” Jungkook grins in response. “Take it. I paid for it, so you better take it.”

“I’m touched,” you say, mouth parted in false surprise as you place a hand over your heart. With the other, you take hold of the rose, placing it under your nose to smell it briefly. “No man has ever gotten me a red rose before.”

“I knew I was a special guy in your life,” Jungkook taunts.

“Especially annoying,” you agree, always fond of twisting his words into ones that taste much better in your mouth.

Jungkook beams at the insult, like it boosts his confidence further. His shamelessness never fails to leave you absolutely speechless, unable to form words that perfectly convey your disgust for the man.

It’s so strange, to look at him amongst the budding flowers and soft green stems. He looks so obviously different; the juxtaposition of your appreciation of breathtaking roses and tulips and your honest distaste for anything and everything Jungkook does leaves you feeling uneasy. It’s particularly strange because he somehow makes it work, like even though there is absolutely nothing about him that makes you think of pretty flowers, it’s fitting.

If you were maybe just a little bit more off of your rocker, you’d think he might even look good amongst the pinks, reds, and yellows. Might.

“So, Yoongi and Hoseok said coral, lime green, yellow, and gold,” Jungkook says, reminding himself aloud as you walk up to the desk in the back of the store.

“They were going for honeydew, not lime green, but alright,” you tell him informatively, not wanting the color palette to be totally fucked because Jungkook can’t tell the subtle difference between honeydew and lime green.

“Wow, pardon me, Miss Color Expert,” Jungkook says sarcastically, hands raised in surrender. “Sorry I don’t know the difference between green and green.”

“You’re so fucking insufferable, you know that?” You ask him right before waving down the owner of the shop, a young man who clearly looks like he’s dedicated his life to flowers, from the petals decorating his hair and the apron wrapped around his torso that reads, “flower power!”.

“Hi, how can I help you guys?” He asks chirpily.

“We’re planning a wedding and our planner, Jessica, recommended you?” You say, hoping it will ring a bell. Jessica seems to know everybody that she sends the four of you to.

“Oh, yes, she told me you would be coming in soon,” the man says, nodding in agreement. “I’m Suho.”

He comes out from behind his bright blue desk to give the both of you handshakes, greeting you warmly as he tells you all about this little flower boutique he’s always dreamed of owning. You and Jungkook both listen closely, admiring this dedication to his life’s work. It’s heartwarming.

“So, what colors are you looking for?” Suho asks as he begins to take you around the flower shop, taking the liberty of plucking a couple of flowers from the baskets and handing them to Jungkook, who so graciously passes them off to you. Every time another flower comes your way, you crinkle up your nose in disgust, unimpressed by his actions to woo you.

“Coral, pale yellow, gold, and lime green,” Jungkook says before earning a nudge from you, a single eyebrow of yours raised in disapproval. “Uh, honeydew, actually. That’s the color.”

Suho looks at the both of you innocently, eyes wide, and he smiles. He nods to himself, muttering nonsense under his breath as he comes up with the perfect flowers and arrangements in his mind. Meanwhile, you and Jungkook are back to silently bickering, with you unable to figure out what to do with all of these flowers in your hands. You don’t really get flowers much, so it’s a foreign feeling. Jungkook decides that he’s had enough of  your fumbling around, taking the light pink daisy in your hand, breaking off a large part of the stem, and placing it above your ear, in your hair.

You’re left speechless yet again, your mind preventing you from comprehending what just happened.

“There,” Jungkook says proudly, “now you actually look kind of attractive for once.”

You frown. “Thanks,” you deadpan.

talk to me, i guess?

[sopewriters]

First and Last | 01

Pairing: Jung Hoseok | J-Hope X Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst; Business!AU

Word Count: 7.3K

Warning(s): Min Yoongi; public sex, thigh-fucking, exhibitionism, slight praise kink, clothed sex, dirty talk, slight degradation

Note: This is the first time in a long time that I’ve written a fic, especially one that passes 3k haha. There should be a second (and maybe third) part, to conclude, so look out for that, I guess. I hope you enjoy reading this tho :)

Even with the light filtering through your window, your apartment looks bleak. Shades of grey coloring every inch of your space, crowding you in when you look for even a sliver of color. Perhaps it’s symbolic of your mood, your worst fears come to life. Perhaps, it’s a sign. A sign that you need to move on, look for a new palette to color your life.

You clutch your blankets closer to yourself, unwilling to part with perhaps the only thing that’s keeping you grounded. Eyes squeezed shut, you inhale deeply, hearing nothing but the sound of your steadily thumping heart. A sign that you’re alive, even after everything that’s happened.

You still remember the day that changed it all. The day that led you down this path…

“Y/N,” Your boss sits behind his desk, mouth in a firm line, “I hope you understand that this is the chance of a lifetime. Other reporters would be falling over themselves for this, but I’m entrusting you with it.”

“I understand, sir.” You nod nervously, forcing yourself not to fidget on the spot, “I’ll try my best.”

“’Trying’ isn’t going to cut it, this time.” He interrupts, dark eyes boring into yours, “You cannot mess this up, understood?”

Your boss looks terrifying at that moment, stern face highlighted in the lavender lighting of his room. You nod once again, before quickly turning tail and leaving the room. You’ve noticed, from experience, that it’s best never to cross the man, or his judgment; not unless you plan on losing your job.

By the time you get back to your desk, you see your friend’s anxious eyes peering at you from the top of the separation of your cubicles. You roll your eyes, knowing that he thinks you’ve been screwed over which, in a way, you have been.

“Well?” He asks you finally, as you nonchalantly work in silence, “What’d he say?”

One brief glance at his wide, worried eyes changes your mind, and you sigh tiredly, before giving him a tight smile.

“Don’t worry, Jimin.” You say reassuringly—or, at least, you hope you do—but Jimin’s expression doesn’t falter in the slightest, “I just got a new project to work on.”

“Really?” He perks up rather adorably, in a way that most of your co-workers would call ‘endearing’, and slouches in obvious relief, “So, what is it then?”

You steel yourself, taking in a deep breath.

“I need to get into the Midsummer Gala. Undercover.”

There’s a brief silence, between the two of you, that makes your skin prickle uncomfortably. Two beats later, you hear a loud, agitated cackle: Jimin, with his hands running through his fire-truck red hair.

“You’re kidding, right?!” He asks you hysterically, panic-stricken smile frozen firmly on his face slowly melting into a desperate, teary look, “Tell me you’re kidding. Please.”

“I wish.” You smile sadly at him, trying to keep your own panicked thoughts away, “I always used to joke around about being a journalist undercover, but now that it’s actually happening…”

You look down at your hands, wringing them anxiously, “It’s terrifying.”

Jimin continues to look at you with his sad brown eyes; almost like he’s already seeing you on your death bed.

“Can you cut the staring, though?” You finally snap at him, before flushing guiltily at his hurt expression, “It’s just… I don’t feel great about this, and your sad eyes are making it worse.”

He cracks a small smile at that, raising an eyebrow, “Sad eyes?”

“Sad EyesTM,” You say, grinning back, though the words don’t alleviate the weight in your chest, “Actually.”

“Okay, okay, so let me get this straight.” Jimin paces in front of you, as you’re perched on your bed, back at your apartment. The sun is setting, though it still manages to cast a pretty glow on his soft features.

“Go ahead.” You interrupt his self-monologue lazily, stretching, though every part of you is tense.

He glares at you for a brief moment, before his eyes soften, and he exhales heavily.

“You basically need to get into the Midsummer Gala: only the biggest and, not to mention, most well-protected celebrity event in the country?”

“Yep.”

“Add to that the fact that you aren’t receiving any external assistance; the Boss said no?”

“Mm-hm.”

“So, basically,” He concludes then, flopping onto the bed with you, “You’re totally fucked. Do you even have a dress for the thing? You know it’s only next week, and you’re gonna need a pretty expensive dress.”

“Oh shit.” You breath out in horror, sitting up straight, “I totally forgot!”

“Oh, so now she panics.” Jimin mutters to himself, before sitting up with you, “Did the Boss say why you’re going in?”

“Oh, he wants me to get an interview or something with the CEO of Jung & Co.” You release, “Or, at the very least, a report of the general happenings. Celebrity gossip. You know the deal.”

“I thought you wanted to be an editorial writer, not a…” Jimin’s mouth scrunches as he bites out, “A gossip columnist.”

“What can I do?” You complain somberly, flopping back onto the bed, “I’ve got to work my way up, Jimin.”

“Yeah, I’m much happier in the Music section.” Jimin counters, “I’ll look around for someone to help you. I don’t care what our boss says: this would be a suicide mission otherwise.”

“Thank you.” You whisper gratefully, before throwing your arm around your friend’s warm body, “Thank you so, so much.”

“You owe me.” He grumbles, but you can hear the smile in his voice even so.

It turns out that Jimin manages to find you someone who can get you in.

“You realize,” You say slowly, after he tells you the news giddily, “That all this time…you could have gotten in if you wanted to?”

“And do what?” Jimin scoffs, nose upturned haughtily, “I’m already living a lavish life.”

The two of you stare at each other for a moment, and start guffawing helplessly, to the point that tears spring into your eyes. It’s not even really that funny; it’s just that…it’s been so long since you’ve been able to relax even the slightest bit.

“Oh man,” You wipe your eyes quickly, still giggling, “Don’t pull that on me ever again, Park Jimin.”

“Pull what?” He looks at you innocently, making you cuff him at his neck, “OW! Okay, okay, I get it!”

“That’s what I thought.” You huff, before there’s a lull in conversation, “The party is on Friday night, and today’s…”

“Tuesday.” Jimin supplies helpfully, “Meaning you’ve got roughly two-and-a-half days to find the right dress and everything.”

“I think you mean ‘to get money for it’.” You groan, “Shouldn’t the company be paying for this?”

“I think he just wants to fire you.” Jimin says solemnly, and you toss a pillow at him for his efforts, “What, it’s true!”

“Shut up, you aren’t helping.” Rolling your eyes, you stand up and crack your fingers, “I need to start earning some money on the side for this.”

“And,” You continue, startling Jimin when your hands land heavily on his shoulders, “If I don’t get a pay raise when all this is over, I’m going to fuck some bitches up.”

The moment is entirely ruined, of course, when Jimin cracks up.

Your boss, luckily, grants you leave for the next few days, much to your relief. It means you can take on a couple of extra jobs on to buy a suitable dress. With the way things are going, the money you currently have in your account—all from your actual job—is barely enough to buy an acceptable dress. And, if you don’t fit in with the crowd, you’re basically busted from the first step.

Plus, you’ll lose your job, so there’s that.

You work hard, day and night, grinding your weary bones to their limit. You’re honestly done, and a part of you tells you not to do this, to look for another job if need be, but the company you’re at is prestigious, even if the Boss is a slave driver. You have your sights set on this rich, midnight blue gown you saw in a store near your workplace. It’s actually high-end, which is why you need to earn so much. And, gosh, is it hard.

But all your hard work pays off, of course it does. You finally earn enough to safely get that dress, and the elation bubbling in your chest as you leave the store, wallet decidedly empty but arms full, makes you feel happy. Jubilant. Exuberant.

“I did it, Jimin!” You crow excitedly into the phone, arm secure around the package containing your dress, “I…I can’t believe it myself, but I did it!”

“Seriously?” Jimin sounds nearly as excited as you—and why wouldn’t he be? —as he undoubtedly jumps around in happiness, “Everything paid off in the end, didn’t it Y/N?”

“Yeah, it did.” You stand under the store roof’s shade as you smile softly, “You were right, Jimin.”

“Of course, I was.” There’s a pause, before he speaks again, “You know what, we need to celebrate. I’ll come over to your place around 8 and we can—”

“Binge on TV shows?” You cut in eagerly, “Or, oh! Movie marathon!”

“…Yeah, that’s fine.” He sounds amused, “Talk to you later then. Bye.”

There’s still a couple of hours before Jimin comes over, so you decide to stall going home for a bit. Cracking a wide yawn, you aimlessly amble down the street, package tucked securely under your arm again, until you reach your favorite café.

You don’t get to go there as often, now, but you used to be a regular customer. Their caramel macchiato was to die for, and you’re sure it still must be as amazing. And, while you could go to regular coffee joints, you’ll always hold this one close to your heart.

The doors open with a gentle tinkle at your push, and you feel gratified that there isn’t much of a rush today. The café looks just as you remembered, you muse, as you walk. It’s airy and spacious, with lots of windows filtering in the sunlight in order to cast the room in a pleasant glow. There are some new additions, of course; a couple of pictures hung up on the wall, here and there. An odd vase of flowers placed on a table.

Since you’re busy seeing all of this you, obviously, have walk smack into someone. The world spins dizzyingly, as your butt makes a hard contact with the ground, pain spiking up your spine at the impact. Which would be fine, you know, if whoever you crashed into didn’t have coffee. Which is boiling hot, and currently splashed all over your package.

“No!” You cry in dismay, still on the ground. Fumbling fingers hastily tear open the wrapping, and, much to your horror, find that the coffee has soaked through. In essence, there’s a huge, brown spot decorating your beautiful, expensive dress.

“YOU!” You cry, attracting the stare of the few customers standing around; the guy in question, who was trying to leave, suddenly freezes up, and turns around with narrowed eyes, “Look what you did!”

The man is wearing an expensive-looking suit—probably worth your entire paycheck—and has charcoal hair to contrast his white pallor. His dark eyes scream of authority, and judgment: two things you are normally deathly afraid of. But, right now, you feel as if your life has been ripped away from you. By him.

“Excuse me?” He inquires in polite disinterest, though his eyes flash in distaste at the sight of you on the ground, “What did I do? You should have watched where you were going.”

“Watched where—” You laugh hysterically, cutting yourself off, “Are you for real?! This dress is worth more than my normal paycheck and you just ruined it!”

“Just get it dry cleaned, for Christ’s sake.” The man mutters, turning around again, but something overcomes you, and you grasp onto his sleeve with all your strength as you get up.

“I don’t have the time to do that!” You press your lips into a thin line, “I need it by tomorrow!”

Today is Thursday. Tomorrow is Friday: Gala day. And the dry-cleaners would only be able to get it to you by Monday. You are so screwed.

What you do next is something you aren’t proud of (but Jimin is, when you tell him about it). You burst into tears.

The man is clearly taken aback by this, eyes widening in poorly concealed shock. He can hear the murmur of the other customers too, all about the poor girl, she doesn’t deserve this. Hence why he decides to take care of it before it can become a bigger mess.

“Jesus Christ, fine.” He grits out, taking out an expensive looking phone, and tapping away at it, before holding it to his ear.

You watch him, still sniffling, as you struggle to wipe the tears from your eyes and hold your ruined dress at the same time.

“Yeah, I need you to do something for me.” You hear the man mutter into the phone, “I need you to buy a dress…no, I don’t have a fucking girlfriend…measurements?”

He stares at you pensively, making you squirm uncomfortably, before he looks back.

“I’ll send you a picture, yeah.” He finishes, “Thanks, Hobi.”

He looks at his phone for a brief second, before meeting your confused eyes.

“I need to take a picture of you for the measurements. And I’ll need your address as well.”

“Measurements?” You ask in alarm, “Address?”

“Yes, for your new dress.” He rolls his eyes, “I can’t deal with a crying woman, right now.”

“New…dress?” You stutter to yourself, and only react when the man is putting his phone down, picture already taken, “Hey!”

“Relax.” He rolls his eyes, “Address?”

“How am I supposed to trust you?” Your heart thumps in fear, “What if you’re some kind of creep?”

He looks like he’s seriously pondering that, before he reaches his hand into his suit pocket and pulling something out: a business card.

It’s got some fancy sort of embroidery, and you look at it:

  Jung & Co.

Min Yoongi

Director of Finances

Phone Number: +82-9-873-XXXX

Jung & Co…? It sounds familiar, and your eyes grow wide when you realize that this is the company that you’re supposed to interview tomorrow. Min Yoongi doesn’t seem to care as you gawk uselessly at the card, and only raises an eyebrow at you.

“Are you going to stand there all day?”

“Uh, right.” You clear your throat nervously, and recite your address, which he taps into his sleek phone with quick fingers.

“You’ll get it by tomorrow morning, at the latest.” He tells you, continuing his way out.

You don’t get to say anything in response, only left staring at the formidable man’s back with a coffee-stained dress in hand, until he disappears.

“You met Min Yoongi?!” Jimin shrieks in excitement when you tell him about everything, that night, “The Min Yoongi?”

“Yeah, he’s a director in Jung & Co.” You say sadly, staring at Kat Dennings’ frozen face on TV, “I hope he doesn’t turn up tomorrow.”

“Why wouldn’t he turn up?!” Jimin’s eyes grow wide with shock, “Y/N, he’s CEO Jung’s oldest son!”

“…What?” You question blankly, unable to process those words.

“I can’t believe this.” Jimin mutters to himself, before raising his voice, “Y/N, the CEO has three sons: Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok and Jung Jungkook.”

“Why do they have different surnames?” Your face twists in confusion, and he sighs.

“He had two wives. Jungkook and Yoongi have the same mother, but Yoongi chose to take on his mother’s maiden name.”

“Yikes.” You scrunch your nose in distaste, “I should…probably research more about the company, before tomorrow.”

“Yeah.” He looks at you, eyes piercing, “You should. The marathon can wait.”

“Yeah.”

Your conviction lasts for all of two seconds, before you flop back.

“What the hell, just press play!”

“I can do this.” You chant to yourself, as you stare at the large, sprawling mansion in front of you, “Damn it, I should have done my research.”

Then, your mind flashes back to last night, and you giggle lightly to yourself. Never mind, you don’t regret it.

You’re currently standing at the entrance to the party venue, having gotten through security with some help from Jimin’s godsend (“Kim Taehyung, at your service!”). You’re draped in a beautiful purple dress that shimmers wonderfully in the light, which undoubtedly costs more than your midnight dress did.

You remember nearly choking on your spit when you took the garment out of its package, in the morning. It was…not a very delightful experience, needless to say. But the dress truly is beautiful: it was then, and it is now.

“I could’ve done with a partner, for this thing.” You murmur to yourself, as you walk in through the grandiose entrance. However, there’s no time to complain further, nor is it possible, because your breath is taken away, just one step in.

“Holy shit.” You breathe out, “Holy shit.”

It is the epitome of all things expensive. Of everything you’ve seen in the movies; a wide, arching ceiling, with golden-white chandeliers hanging from them, a bubbling fountain as a centerpiece, decorated with pearls. The party guests, of course, wearing their fancy dresses and suits, with polite chatter mingling in the air.

You feel very out of place, but you are a woman on a mission. You’ve got work to do.

You manage to dodge most of the people standing in groups, polite smile affixed to your face. You’re looking for someone in specific; a Mr. Jung, in fact. As you walk, though, you notice people’s eyes drifting towards you, something akin to grudging respect in their eyes. But, why would they do that?

You have no idea, nor do you wish to find out.

You startle, though, when you feel icy cold fingers circling your wrist, and bite your lip so that you don’t scream; instead, you turn around with a stiff smile, wanting to get it over with so that you could find the CEO of Jung & Co, interview him, and go home.

“Yes…?” You trail off, eyes widening with shock when you see the same man from yesterday: Min Yoongi, “Oh no.”

“You’re not supposed to be here.” He deduces correctly, raising an eyebrow, “It’s interesting that this is what you wanted this dress for.”

“Yeah, well.” You flush uncomfortably under his gaze, and are only really saved when someone else enters your conversation.

“Hyung!” They call softly, and your eyes drift to them, taking in a lean man with soft brown hair and gorgeous, bronze skin in pure breathlessness, “Father’s looking for you.”

There’s something akin to sadness in his hazel brown eyes, when they mention their dad, and you see a similar sight in Yoongi’s usually expressionless eyes, before even that disappears.

“Right.” He turns his piercing gaze back to you, prompting the other man to look at you as well, “I’ll be back. Don’t go anywhere.”

“What?” You stutter in disbelief, “I—you can’t tell me what to do—!”

“Hoseok, stay with her.” Yoongi tells the other man—Hoseok, the second son—before sneering at you menacingly and leaving.

Hoseok rolls his eyes, but smiles softly at you, extending his hand for you to shake.

“I’m Jung Hoseok.” He introduces himself, “Are you Yoongi’s girlfriend?”

You took his hand to shake it but, at the question, drop it immediately, mouth literally hanging open.

“Y-Yoongi’s…girlfriend?!” You splutter in poorly disguised shock, “N-No way! And, uh, I’m Y/N.”

“Okay, if you’re sure.” He shrugs, heart-shaped smile still on his lips, “It’s just that he never talks to anyone, especially not girls.”

“Unfortunate circumstances caused us to meet.” You let out, though that’s all you plan to say. Because, an idea is forming in your head…

Your boss told you that if you can’t get an interview with CEO Jung, to do an article on the party in general. You don’t really feel like doing all of that, but you do have a much better option right now.

“I see.” Hoseok is saying, eyes soft, “Yoongi told me to stay with you, though, so we’ll have to stick together.”

“Wonderful.” You frown, “Do I really need to listen to him?”

“Aw, why so sad?” He looks down at you with a warm gaze that causes you to flush lightly and, when you try for a twitch of the lips to counter it, chuckles, “There you go. You look much more beautiful with a smile.”

You’re sure your face must be beet red by now, but Hoseok thankfully doesn’t comment on it.

“C’mon,” He holds out his hand for you, and he makes a pretty picture—decked out in a royal blue suit, with cheeks flushed and a beatific smile—like that, “Let’s get away from this mess, shall we?”

“Okay.” You beam at him and take the proffered hand—everything is falling into place, “Where to?”

He just flashes you a secretive grin, and tugs you along.

It turns out there’s some sort of secret garden or something in the secluded corner of the mansion—and it is stunning.

“Oh my god.” You gawk at it, before turning to meet Hoseok’s amused gaze, “I know I said I hate walking, but it was worth coming all the way over here!”

“You like it?” He asks you, eyebrow quirked up, and at your happy nod, continues, “Then you won’t mind if I brought this along?”

He raises his fist, which is closed around a bottle of champagne. You stare at it for a bit, a voice in your head screaming at you to not drink on the job, but really, your bored. And besides, this could even help you along.

“Bring it on.” You smirk at him with fake confidence, “I bet I can outdrink you.”

“Oh?” A skeptical smile plays across his lips, “I’d like to see that.”

You aren’t sure how many gulps later…maybe six? Or seven? In any case, Hoseok still looks infuriatingly put together, while you start to lose your shit, vision dimming mockingly.

“I-I don’t want to lose my job!” You hiccup sadly, as Hoseok pats your back reassuringly, “I’m already broke, and this just would make it so much worse!”

“How’d you get in here, if you’re so broke, then?” He asks in curiosity, but you’ve got your wits about you enough to dodge that question.

“D-Doesn’t matter!” You say sternly, and he shrugs. There’s only silence, after that, where the two of you are left looking up at the stars.

You grow bored of doing that, though, and turn to eye Hoseok instead, breath catching in your throat. He looks really beautiful like that, face tilted upward, eyes full of the stars. The moonlight catching on his bronze skin makes him look ethereal, and makes you to move closer to him.

“What is i-it?” He turns to face you, only to stutter at the sudden proximity, “W-Wait, Y/N, what’re you—?”

“You look really pretty like this.” You murmur, and the hitch in his breath prompts you to lean forward, eyes fluttering shut.

The soft press of his lips against yours feels perfect. There are no firecrackers, nothing like the books describe…but it’s soft and warm and wonderful. He’s frozen in shock, as your fingers tangle in his hair, and his hands come to push you away, but no, you want the warmth back.

“Y/N, you’re drunk.” The flush on his cheeks makes him look even more irresistible, even as he stutters and looks away, “Y-You don’t know what you’re d-doing.”

You lunge at him, making him gasp in surprise as the he tumbles onto the grass, with you landing perfectly on top of him. You’re lucky your dress isn’t skin-tight or anything, or things would be very different.

“You talk too much.” You giggle lightly, before leaning down and kissing him again, harder and more fervently this time, and ah, there are the fireworks. When Hoseok actually starts to respond, soft lips moving desperately against your own, a thrill runs up your spine. Maybe it’s the alcohol that’s lowered your inhibitions, but you want more, and your unhesitant of showing it.

“Y/N!” He gasps sharply, when you roll your hips against his; his hands scrabble to find purchase at your waist, “You’ll regret this tomorrow, stop!”

“Why don’t you make me?” You question, core steadily dampening, “Jung Hoseok.”

“I…I…” He looks conflicted, before a nip to his exposed throat, and a well-timed roll of your hips, makes his eyes roll back, “Oh fuck!”

“I’d like that.” You purr, meeting his lips with yours again, “Aren’t you interested?”

He freezes, before slumping.

“Alright, fine.” He bites out, and the world spins as he flips you over easily, staring down at you with dark, lusty eyes, “But it’s on my terms.”

You nod eagerly, willing to give anything to just feel more of him. The champagne really must have done a number on you, because you aren’t normally like this…especially not on the job. But right now, it doesn’t matter. Nothing matters, except for the feel of his skin against yours.

“Good.” He says, and an unexpected warmth flushes through you at the praise, but you don’t dwell on it much longer as he hikes the skirts of your dress up, exposing your legs to the chilly air. You shiver at the cold, but it does nothing to deter you.

You realize that Hoseok is hunched over you, with your dress spread all around you, cheeks equally as pink as yours. You realize that anyone could walk in on this, on him giving you everything. And you just throb at that, giddiness overcoming you at the thrill of that happening.

“What’s this?” Hoseok’s fingers brush against your damp panties, with an amused glint in his eye at your stuttered breath, “I didn’t think you’d be this excited.”

“Damn it, Hoseok.” You groan, pushing down slightly to prompt him to just touch, touch and don’t leave anything behind, “Just do it, please!”

“Do what?” He obligingly pulls your underwear aside, to press gently at your dribbling slit, “This?”

“You know what I mean.” You growl, though his sly innocence makes an unbearable heat pool between your legs, “Please.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” He smiles at you, “I better treat the princess with care, hm?”

And your mouth opens in a breathy moan when he slides a finger inside you, the slight burn of the stretch making it all the better. He just uses that one finger, though, pumping it steadily in and out of you, but it’s not enough, not even close, and he knows it.

You whine embarrassingly, but he seems to find it pleasurable, because he considerately slips in another finger, scissoring you with a steady hand. Two becomes three, and you nearly sob in relief when he twists them just right, to brush against your g-spot, making stars explode behind your closed eyelids.

“Yes, there!” You struggle to keep your voice down, just in case someone might overhear, and it makes Hoseok move even closer to you, mouth brushing against the lobe of your ear.

“You like this?” His voice shouldn’t ever be this husky, but you can’t focus on anything but the slow, meaningful movements of his fingers, rubbing against that one spot, and his dark, dirty words.

“I bet you’d like it if someone walked in on us.” He whispers to you, hot breath hitting the sensitive skin of your neck in spurts, “You’d like that too, right? You’d like for them to see me fucking you, owning your dirty little cunt.”

You can’t breathe, heart hammering wildly against your chest as he speaks to you in the same hushed tone, fingers doing their part inside you. It’s like you can’t bring yourself to move, just lie there and let him take and take and take. And, the worst part?

You love it.

“You want my cock, baby?” He asks you, smirking, and gods, he should be illegal, “Want me to open you right up?”

“Or would you be okay with anyone, hm?” He pulls back his fingers, so that they’re barely inside you, “Look at your little hole, clenching around my fingers like that. You’re desperate, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” You moan, eyes wide and frantic as you try to get your bearings right, “Let me cum, please.”

“I didn’t even need to ask.” His red lips curl up, and his dark eyes bore into yours, “You really are a slut.”

“N-No—” You try to defend yourself, shuddering through your arousal, but Hoseok cuts you off.

“How about a little test?” He challenges you, fingers unmoving, “If you want to cum so badly, then why don’t you fuck yourself on my fingers like a good little doll? Or, if you’d prefer not to, I could just leave you here.”

He moves his lips closer to yours, “You can try to find your own release, staying. Right. Here. Someone might even find you, help you out to get their dicks wet. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

At the frantic shake of your head, he laughs, “then why don’t you get to it, before I lose my patience?”

It’s humiliating, but your juices continue to leak out of you, as you grind against his fingers helplessly. No matter how you angle your hips, they don’t strike the right spot, and it’s so frustrating.

“Why’re you crying?” He asks you, eyes showing only the barest hint of alarm, and you shake your head.

“I w-want to cum.” You choke out in desperation, “But I c-can’t!”

“C’mere.” He pulls his fingers out, before tugging you up and seating you comfortably on his lap. He hikes the skirts of your dress up, so that your dripping core is completely exposed to anyone who might be coming by, and pushes the digits back in.

“Is this better?” He asks you, but chuckles when your walls clench around him, “Figures.”

He makes quick work of you then, pumping his fingers in and out of you steadily. You can feel his bulge pressing against the cleft of your ass, and can’t help but grind against it, making him stiffen imperceptibly. It feels so good, lying there and letting him do what he wants, just putty in his skilled hands. At this point, you don’t care if anyone really comes and sees, because you’re entirely focused on chasing the pain-pleasure-pain-pleasure that he promises.

“You’re close, right?” He groans into your ear, “I can feel your pussy squeezing around me, so you must be. And you’re getting my fingers all dirty, you little slut.”

“S-Sorry.” You can’t help but squeeze out, “Oh G-od!”

“That’s it,” He coaxes you closer to your climax, pushing you to the brink, “Come for me, baby.”

And it’s like a switch turns on, at the sound of his voice, and with one final gasp, your vision swims white, legs trembling erratically as your core squeezes lustily around his fingers. You’re lost, swimming in everything that’s him, and you don’t ever want to leave.

Your mouth parts instinctively for his fingers, and you tiredly suck around them like he suggests, knowing that your cleaning your own juices off the slender digits.

“Good girl.” He praises you headily, before your back is on the grass, “I think it’s only fair for me to get my share too, right?”

A faint sense of alarm is triggered in your brain, and Hoseok seems to know what you’re thinking, because he pushes you back, with a reassuring smile.

“Don’t worry, I won’t fuck you.” He nips at your throat, “We can save that for another time, babe. Instead…”

You hear the sound of a zipper and take the chance, looking at the stars above instead of what Hoseok is doing. The grass isn’t prickly, and the weather is pleasant; it’s making you grow increasingly sleepier.

The drag of Hoseok’s fingers across your sensitive clit has you mewling, and he pauses, before pressing against it firmly. Your legs jerk, and you instinctively whimper at the overstimulation.

“Relax, babe.” He says, collecting more of your juices on his fingers, “Just let me take care of you.”

So, you stay quiet, something in you telling you that you can trust him. Call it a reporter’s instinct, but Hoseok just screams of trustworthiness.

Your eyes widen, though, when you see his slather his cock with it, mouth going dry at the size. You know he said he won’t fuck you, but…

He slides his cock close to your pussy, grazing against it, but never quite entering you.

“Close your thighs.” He instructs you, warm hands pushing your legs together, so that your thighs enclose his throbbing length, “That’s a good girl.”

You grow flustered at the praise, and your arousal spikes again, dribbling more onto his cock, much to his delight.

“You like that?” His fingers card through your hair, as he begins to rut against your thighs, “L-Like me praising you? Telling you what a good little bitch you are for me?”

“Y-Yes!” You cry, as his member rubs against your swollen clit, “Oh, please!”

“That’s it.” He pins you down, fucking into your thighs with renewed vigor, “Next time, I’ll fuck you properly. You’ll be begging for more, by the end of it, even when everything in you screams for it to stop.”

“You’ll grow addicted to my cock, won’t you?” He sucks harshly into your collar bone, “My good little slut.”

“Yes, oh God!” This is a situation spiraling out of control, but you can’t find it in you to try and stop—the pleasure, it’s addicting, and it feels so, so right, “Hoseok—!”

“I’ve got you.”

Only the moon is a witness to your passion that night, when the two of you curl around each other, and Hoseok sprays the inside of your thighs with white. It drips onto the grass, and you’re worried it might have gotten on your dress, but the brunette takes out a handkerchief to wipe you off gently.

It feels nice, the soothing rub of his cloth-covered fingers against your skin, and you find yourself drifting off in almost no time at all…

You wake up to a soft warmth, and sigh, snuggling into it. Your eyelids feel heavy, crusted, so you don’t bother opening them, instead trying to get back to sleep. Unfortunately, that’s when you realize that nothing in your bed has ever been this soft, and your eyes snap open.

Immediately recoiling at the sudden intensity of the light, you groan and try to get off the bed: a bad idea when your vision is so limited. You end up tripping on your gown—you forgot you were even wearing it—but manage to find purchase with a wall. You stand there, for a few seconds, until your sight finally adjusts.

Your jaw drops, because this most certainly is not your room.

The room is decorated in shades of beige and brown—warm colors—with the giant, king-sized bed clearly serving as the centerpiece. There’s a desk in the corner, your phone and purse placed on it, with an ornately carved chair to match, and there are two doors adjacent to each other.

Of course, none of this really matters to you when the door creaks open and nearly gives you a heart attack. You stare at it with wide eyes, as a brunette man walks in, eyes soft and cheeks…pink?

“W-What’s going on?” You ask defensively, instinctively huddling against the wall, “Why am I here?”

He looks at you with surprise coating his features.

“Don’t you remember?” He asks, hazel eyes wide with surprise, “I’m Hoseok.”

“Hoseok…?” You mutter to yourself, and everything hits you at once, making you flush from your head to your toe, “Oh no.”

“Oh, so you do remember.” Hoseok chuckles awkwardly, eyes cast on the floor, “I, um, was going to ask if you wanted me to get you some clothes or something, from one of the maids…”

“Uh,” You look down at your dress, before murmuring quietly, “Yeah, that’d be nice, thank you.”

“Alright.” He pauses hesitantly, and you watch him with wide eyes, “Could we…talk about this when you’re done?”

“Yeah, sure.” You say, though it lacks enthusiasm. He seems to agree, but nods at you before quickly walking out.

You flop on the bed, taking your head in your hands. You cannot believe this is happening. This is not happening.

“Why am I such an idiot?” You groan quietly into the silence, “Why did I drink?”

You can’t hold your liquor too well, and the fact that it was champagne yesterday…well, it got you drunk faster than ever before. You made a bad decision yesterday, and you know it.

“And what am I supposed to write for the article?” You whine quietly to yourself, before startling and nearly falling off the bed when the door swings open.

A middle-aged woman with auburn hair walks in, entirely dressed in white. She’s carrying some things in her hands—namely, clothes, much to your relief.

“Here you go, Miss.” She sets the garments on the bed gently, before turning to you, “The Young Master wanted me to inform you that the bathroom is fully stocked with any essentials you might need.”

“He would also like for you to use this,” She hands over a small looking remote, with a single red button, “To call for him once you’re finished.”

“Oh, thank you.” You blush, though you’re not quite sure why. You curse yourself for showing this kind of weakness.

She gives you a polite smile, before stepping out the room, door shutting as she goes. You stare at the door for a couple of seconds, before quickly locking it and rushing to grab your phone on the table. You need to call Jimin.

Picking up your phone, you hurriedly press the home button, only to blanche when the screen doesn’t light up. A couple of tries later, your fears are confirmed.

Your phone’s dead. Wonderful.

Seeing no other choice, you decide to go use the bathroom, and get dressed as quickly as you can. The faster you do that, the faster you can get home, simple as.

You stop short when you actually see the bathroom.

“This is beautiful.” You whisper reverently, “Beautiful.”

 Your bath, needless to say, takes longer than planned.

“So.” Hoseok takes a seat from across you, looking literally everywhere but at you, “We need to talk, I guess.”

“Uh, yeah.” You muttered, blush taking over your cheeks as your mind flashes back to the previous night, “But, um, first: are we at your place?”

“Kind of?” He gives a half-nod, so you take it at face value, “I mean, you sort of passed out last night, so—”

“Wait, did you carry me all the way to your house?” You interrupt, eyes wide, “Oh my gosh, I am so sorry—”

“No, no!” He rushes to say, smiling slightly, “It was just a couple of floors, and most of the guests were gone by then, so it wasn’t a big deal.”

“Oh.” You say, pondering in silence, before your mind finally connects the dots, “Wait, the mansion is yours?!”

“Well, it’s not exactly mine, it’s more my Father’s…” He grimaces, but at your annoyed expression, hurriedly acquiesces, “Uh, yeah, I guess you could say that?”

“Oh my gosh.” You murmur faintly, gripping the arm of your chair for support, “Oh my gosh.”

“It’s not that big a deal.” He looks confused and you shake your head.

“You basically fucked me, and carried me up here after I passed out and gave me a bunch of luxuries I can only ever dream of.”

You usually hate your lack of filter sometimes, especially considering your occupation, but not this time; not when Hoseok literally turns beet red and chokes on his own spit.

“I…You didn’t—!” He stutters, “I didn’t actually do it, we just, kind of…”

He makes vague motions with his hands, and you need to bite your lip to hold back your laughter.

“Jung Hoseok, embarrassed of this?” You smirk at him, even as he stares at the ground guiltily, “After all that filth you said yesterday—”

“Oh god, you remember?” He groans, head dropping into his hands, but you go on coolly.

“After all that filth you said yesterday, you’re embarrassed to say we almost had sex?” You finally laugh, “Jung Hoseok: shy on the streets, sly in the sheets.”

“Oh my god.” He groans, even though a smile pulls at his lips, and that’s when the door slams open, startling the two of you to near death.

“We need to talk.” Min Yoongi stands in the doorway, eyes cold and dead.

“Why is that a common theme here?” You mutter, stomach sinking, even as Hoseok waves him in.

The discussion with Yoongi goes as well as expected. Which is to say: not at all.

“So, care to explain to me why you were at the party yesterday?”

Yoongi sits across from you, next to Hoseok, with his arms crossed. Both of you ignore Hoseok’s confused glances, only looking at each other.

“I didn’t want to come, I had no choice.” You say petulantly, though a part of you quakes in fear.

“Even so, you’re clearly not on the guest list.” Yoongi muses, tapping a finger against his armrest, “And I’ve never heard of you, so that leaves…”

“Are you from the press?” Hoseok blurts out, and you struggle to meet his eyes, which are swirling with confusion…and hurt, “You came undercover?”

“Yeah.” You admit, knowing there’s no escape, and Yoongi’s stare grows sharper, “I did. I had no choice, my boss would’ve fired me otherwise—!”

“That’s none of our problem.” Yoongi interrupts, anger flashing in his dark eyes, “In fact, I think we should—”

“Wait, hyung!” Hoseok interrupts, making the raven-haired man freeze in surprise, obviously not used to being cut through, “What did you need to do for your boss?”

His face still screams of pain and sadness, and you swallow the guilty sob that threatens to escape you as you whisper:

“He wanted me to get an interview from Jung & Co.”

Hoseok’s eyes shimmer slightly, then, and you can’t help the tears that spring into your own eyes as you hurry to explain, “He also said that if it isn’t possible, he’d be okay with a general write-up, and that’s what I was going to do, I swear—!”

“Get out.” It’s Yoongi who speaks, fists tightening, and Hoseok refuses to meet your eyes as your throat turns dry in anxiety, “Get the fuck out.”

Almost on cue, armed men in suits walk into the room, and you struggle lightly as they begin to pull you away.

“Hoseok, I’m sorry!” You yell desperately, through your tears, even as he looks away, hurt still visible on his soft features, “Hoseok, please!”

The last you see of him, is his head burrowed into Yoongi’s stiff embrace.

Written By: Midnight

Next Part: 02

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This is basically all my questions tags combined because I don’t want to spam y’all with multiple posts. If you’re tagged, have fun answering these or not :) 

From the lovely @taeiephant Your username is very cute, btw. 💕

Tagging @jeonjungk0ok @bfkook @gguked @k-eopi @pleasejimin

Get To Know Me Better

Gender - Female

Star sign - Capricorn 

Height - 5′5/165 cm

Sexual orientation - Straight~kinda. 

Hogwarts house - lol don’t kill me i don’t watch HP but Slytherin seems cool.

Favourite colour(s) - black, olive green, pastel pink & yellow.  

Favorite animal - Wolves, dogs, bunnies 

Average hours of sleep - 4 hours on weekdays. 12 hours on weekends lmao. 

Cat or Dog - Both 

Favourite fictional character - Stiles Stilinski

Number of blankets - 1 

Favourite singer/band - BTS (Korean), Twenty One Pilots (English) 

Dream trip - Japan, Korea, France. Just traveling with friends & loved ones is my dream trip. 

Dream job - Having my own fashion line or working with well-known Korean clothing & make up companies. Or you know Gucci, YSL, Alexander McQueen, that’s cool too. Hire me. 

When was this blog made - May 2013 

What made you decide to create this blog - First it was just to have an aesthetic blog and then it turned into BTS in 2015. 

General Questions 

1. Ultimate bias/biases?

UB group: BTS, UB: Taehyung 

2. Who are your TOP 3 groups?

BTS, Blackpink, Big Bang 

3. What are your 3 favorite songs?

Eat- Zion T. 

Complex- Zion T. ft GD

Palette- IU ft. GD 

4. What do you like to do in your free time?

Try not to hate myself 

Eat out with my friends.

Tumblr, watch YT or catch up with all my dramas & movies & anime.

5. Are there any places you would like to visit that you haven’t already visited?

I would love to explore Asia more (Japan, Korea, Thailand, Hong Kong, Taiwan). 

Anywhere in Europe cause I haven’t been. 

6. Do you have a dream job?

Designer of my own line. 

7. If you could meet ANY Korean CELEBRITY (Includes Actors, Models, K-Music artists, ect., who would it be?

BTS ofc 

8. What do you love the most about your bias group/groups?

I love how humble they are even though they’ve been dominating the charts. They’re a loving, dorky family and they make us fans feel like we’re apart of their family too. 

9. Who are your ultimate bias wreckers?

Right now, Yoongi. Yesterday it was Jimin. It changes everyday. 

10. What do you wish for the most to happen?

For my dreams to come true because I have no talent or motivation lmao

11. When did you get into kpop and how?

First it was through Taeyang’s Wedding Dress & his solo album but I left that behind in 2013. 

Then in 2015, @jeonjungk0ok showed me Run and I was like damn I love these emo ass boys. 

12. What made you decide to have a tumblr blog?

Already answered. 

13. Favorite color? 

Already answered. 

14. Favorite animal?

Already answered. 

15. What are your interests? (or favourites)

Music, dancing, just art in general. Learning new languages. 

16. Would you prefer music or movies? (i love this question idk why its interesting)

Music because it captures more emotions than movies does. And you can jam to it. I wake up & sleep to music. 

17. What would you like to achieve (or experience) before the age of 60? (like bungee jumping or visit the north pole)

Travel the world w/ my best-friends, bungee jump, sky dive, see all my favorite artists live.

11 QUESTIONS (answer 11 questions that you’re tagged in and come up with your own for the next person.) 

Ocean or sky? Why?

Ocean because I love marine animals & there’s so much more to discover. 

If you could be anything in the world, what would you be?

Taehyung’s girlfriend or Jungkook’s or Yoongi’s. Aye. 

Do you play any instruments?

The piano really badly & I used to know how to plate the recorder. 

Hidden talent?

I can shoot trash into baskets really well. I don’t have a talent tbh. 

One place you want to go to?

Japan! (finally going in a month TT) 

If you could have any superpower, what would it be?

Ability to control time cause I’m always wasting time. 

Favorite song at the moment? 

Already answered. 

3 things you love about your bias?

I’m going to do this on Taehyung 

his smile, how pure his heart is, his voice 

Favorite hair color on your bias?

Light brown or dark brown or black. 

Favorite BTS lyrics? This is so hard, I have a favorite in every song but my faves currently: 

“Don’t ever be scared, whatever people say, you’re okay.”-21st Century Girl 

“You’re so beautiful, that I’m scared. Will you stay by my side? Will you promise me?” - Butterfly 

“Live however you want, it’s yours anyway. Stop trying, it’s okay to lose”-Fire 

“Kiss me on the lip, our own little secret”- Blood, Sweat, & Tears 

Favorite BTS dance move?

Blood, Sweat, & Tears or 21st Century Girls 

My 11 questions for you

Favorite lyrics of all time? 

Favorite choreo of your bias group?

Favorite song of your bias group?

Favorite song at the moment?

If you can say anything to anyone, what would it be?

What would you say to your past-self? 

How do you want your life to be 10 years from now?

One food you really want to try? 

Top 3 favorite artists that’s in the kpop industry? 

What is your lockscreen + homescreen + desktop screen? 

Your ideal date plans? 

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