#yoonmin x y/n

[mapofthesea]

producers!yoonmin x assistant!reader, fem!reader, bi!yoonmin

genre: smut with some plot, slight fluff

summary: There’s no telling just how long you'd been stuck in the windowless studio, and you’re just about ready to walk out and forfeit your paycheck for the week, until your bosses strike up an interesting bargain

warnings: swearing, slight arguing/playful name calling, mentions of alcohol consumption but no one is drunk, dom!yoonmin x sub!reader, unprotected sex (don’t do it), they're kind of in a situationship, thigh riding, oral (f receiving), oral (m receiving), masturbation, hair pulling, degradation, praise, spanking, choking, penetrative sex, some mxm, cum eating, big dick behavior and practice from both of them, hinting at feelings

a/n: this is mature content so if you are under 18 years old or uncomfortable with this, please do not go below the cut! I also do not proofread of edit my work so there may be some typos, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless!

When you’d first been hired, the request came through your temp agency, and you knew nothing other than the address before you showed up. By then you were no stranger to the life of an assistant; you had fallen into the line of work after failing to find a job in your field. The first few temp jobs were exactly what you expected. Fielding phone calls and delivering coffee to big wigs in uncomfortable, cheap dress clothes became your new normal for several months, so when you arrived at the gray office building you figured you knew what you were in for. 

Yoongi and Jimin proved to be nothing like your previous employers, and their charmingly personable attitudes made them unbelievably easy to work for. At the end of your week as their temp, you had pouted and delayed your departure by attempting to tidy up their shared studio. 

“You’re not a maid, you don’t have to do that.” Yoongi cooly remarked. Even with his ears sticking out endearingly from the sides of his beanie, his dark gaze made you freeze. 

“I-I know, I just- sorry.” You withered under his attention, shifting from foot to foot as you waited for the anxiety to pass. “I’ll go. Bye Yoongi, it’s been super nice working for you guys.” 

You kicked yourself as the wave of disappointment saturated your words. Yoongi hadn’t done anything wrong, and there was no reason to unload your sadness on him. 

“What? I thought they told you?” Yoongi chirped. “We hired you. I expect you to be back tomorrow.” An unbidden smile cracked your face and you couldn't help but notice Yoongi had mirrored it. 

“Oh, oh! Um, see you tomorrow then.” Your heart thumped embarrassingly fast as you skittered out of the office, only seeing the email full of praise from them once you were tucked into the comfort of your bed.

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“Remember when you used to be nice to me?” You hiss at the man who had just fully sat on your shins, uncaring that you squirm under him. Jimin rolls his eyes at your remark and stays where he is until you snake your legs out from under him. 

“I am nice to you. I pay you.” Jimin coos and pulls your legs into his lap, his familiar touch skittering over your bare calves. After being their one and only assistant for a year and half, your working hours have become more muddled. Business often mixed with friendship, and the lines of professionalism had officially blurred to a proportion you never expected. 

“We also buy you food,” Yoongi cooly adds, plopping himself in the chair across from the two of you and sweeping his hand toward the boxes of empty takeout that dotted the coffee table. A microphone and mixing board live among the mess. You sigh listlessly. They had been working on this new song for hours, tossing ideas back and forth, and although they all sounded wonderful to you, neither of them were happy with anything. 

“Can I go home?” You drawl, feeling the strain of laying on the couch in the way your neck cricks and radiates a sharp headache. You subconsciously rub your fingers into the tightness at the base of your neck. 

“No,” Jimin answers immediately. You sit up straight on the couch and rip your legs from his lap. 

“Why?” It comes out whiny but you’re too tired to care, still rubbing at the knot in your neck. “Yoongi?” For a second you have hope he’ll let you go but he shakes his head, dark wavy strands slipping over his eyes. 

“Sorry, need you here.”

You sputter, disbelief making your eyes go wide. “Okay...can I at least go get you some coffee? More food? Or something?” Sitting in the darkened studio for so long with no definable task was making you feel a bit stir crazy. You had cycled through all of the games on your phone and been scolded for spending too much time on TikTok. Even the book you kept stashed in the bottom of your tote bag was only able to occupy you for so long. 

Yoongi shrugs, half of a grin on his lips. “Dunno. You have an untrained ear, slightly less bias, maybe you’ll add something to the process...” he trails, sinfully pink tongue slipping out between his lips. “You’ve also got potential as a muse.” 

God. It’s painfully cliche but it makes your heart stop and your thighs clench. Suddenly you feel too hot in your shorts and sweatshirt. Jimin tuts. 

“Potential.” He makes a half hearted jab, knowing all three of you are lingering on the same string of memories from just a couple of weeks before. You push the thoughts away and find a spot back on the couch, suddenly conscious of how close you sit to Jimin on the small couch.

He shuffles just close enough that your knees touch in a reassuring way that sends cascading warmth down your spine. Your face is surely flushed but you do your best to pretend you’re unfazed, picking at the skin around your cuticles as Yoongi fiddles with the soundboard.

“Again.” Jimin’s foot taps into the plush carpet in time to the music, and you know you’re in for a long night.

The track runs on a seemingly unending loop, only punctuated by your bosses bickering about technical intricacies and which word choices would serve the song better.

Yoongi fiddles with a new beat and you whine, sagging into Jimin’s side. He welcomes you into him and the intoxicating scent of his cologne has your eyes fluttering. His jaw ticks and you have to bite back the groan of desire as you watch his muscles clench and unclench as he concentrates, fingertips tapping the new rhythm in time against the top of your thigh.

For a moment you wish you were drinking; dumbly wanting to feign needing help opening the soju bottle just to hear Jimin’s little coos of how delicate you are, to have Yoongi gently take back your hair to see your flushed face when he thinks you’ve had too much to drink. Your saliva suddenly feels too thick and your head spins with the barrage of lustful thought. Jimin’s hand feels as hot as lava on your thigh and the sight of Yoongi’s finger circling one of the little knobs with deft precision makes your stomach tumble. 

“I-are you guys hot?” Your voice is raspy as you spring up from the couch, resisting the urge to fan yourself with your hands. Embarrassingly, they both shake their heads and you catch sight of the thermostat set clearly to cool. Yoongi chuckles as he seems to look inside of your head at the neurons connecting as a flush of embarrassment crosses your face. 

“I’ll be right back,” the words are barely out before you leave the room, slipping into the hallway and all but sprinting to the bathroom. Your body feels both too hot and too cold at the same time, and under the harsh overhead light of the bathroom the dark circles under your eyes are prominent, your baby hairs sticking up in wild directions from your scalp. You bend over the sink, gripping onto the cold porcelain. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Your words echo into the bowl of the sink but you can’t bring yourself to be embarrassed about the potential of either of them hearing you over their music. You stand, glaring at the image of yourself in the mirror for a few seconds before you decide you have probably been hiding in here for a suspicious amount of time. Determined to find a way for them to let you go home, you barrel out of the bathroom and back into the hallway. 

“Hi,” Yoongi’s voice startles you, and his presence in the cramped space is even more alarming. In all the time you've known him, he's never been one to completely abandon his post while in the thick of the production process. 

“...Hi? Are you guys done?” A kernel of hope lights in your chest. If they’re done, you can make your escape to home and deal with the heavy pull of arousal in you core by yourself. Yoongi shakes his head no and raises his hands above him, stretching his arms and allowing your eyes to feast on a strip of creamy skin above his waistband. Your face reheats, tongue darting out to lick your chapped lips. He looks divine. 

Yoongi’s eyes follow your own, and a beautiful little smirk sprouts on his face. “Just came to use the bathroom.” His voice rumbles the same way it did when he dropped you off at your doorstep a few weeks ago with a sinful kiss and your knees quiver.

You nod stupidly, tripping over your own feet as you side step the door to allow him passage. He dips his head in a subtle nod and as he approaches and you can smell the musk of his cologne. Despite the step you took away he makes an effort to brush by you, one of his strong hands clasping gently around your own. You hadn’t even realized you were holding your breath until he leaned in close enough that you could pick out his individual eyelashes. His thumb presses into the back of your hand, a firm reminder of the reality of the situation as his words slip into the air between you. 

“We’re both willing to take a break, if you could think of something else more...interesting to occupy us.” His canines sparkle in the light of the hall and you have the overcoming desire to feel them scrape against your neck. 

“B-both of you?” The question all but jumps from your mouth, a product of your disbelief of the last night they had made you feel this way, which you were still partly convinced was just a delusion of your drunkenness. Yoongi nods, strands of hair obscuring his heavy stare. 

“Yes.” He’s gone in a flash, the bathroom door shutting behind him. The thud reverberates through your body and you stand stunned in the hallway, body buzzing with anticipation. Jimin is waiting just beyond the wall, and the image of his legs spread wide on the couch just waiting for you and Yoongi to return springs into your mind. Desire drives your feet and before you know it you’re back in the dimly lit studio, palms sweating when you finally see him again. 

“You’re back.” His voice is cool and level, gaze fixed on you as you approached him. Suddenly emblazoned by the knowledge Yoongi had given you, you nod and edge closer to the couch. 

“Heard you’re looking to take a break?” Jimin’s eyes cloud with the realization of your words, seeing through the facade of your question easily. He swipes his plush bottom lip with his thumb and hums in affirmation. “If you’re willing to provide one?” His voice is thick with lust, sending butterflies through your stomach.

The subtle tilt of his head is all it takes for you to advance toward him, plopping yourself easily onto his thigh, facing the mess of the coffee table. His hands are immediately on your hips; fingers digging into the flesh with an addicting pinch of pain. Your hips rut at the contact, pushing into the muscle of his leg. The pressure sends a spike of arousal down your spine that makes you moan and Jimin responds by curling his fingers under the waistband of your shorts. His fingertips feel like ice against your hot skin, and he uses the shock to gain control of your hips. 

There’s no use putting up a fight once he has you, manually rocking your core against his leg. Even though you can’t see him, you can hear his little pants of appreciation as your head rolls back against your shoulders. The fabric of your underwear is slick and pulling right against your clit, the layers of friction making you feel like you’re going crazy. Your nails dig into Jimin’s arms, enjoying the feeling of his muscles moving. 

The door swings open and even though you know it’s Yoongi you gasp, whipping your head toward him. Your face flushes at being caught but Yoongi simply appraises you, eyes roving over your heaving chest and Jimin’s grip on your hips. The weight of Yoongi’s stare only makes you wetter, slicking the crotch of your cotton shorts a darker shade. Jimin chuckles and moves faster, allowing a consistent grind of pressure against your clit that makes tears edge your eyelids. 

You gasp, arms flailing outward hopelessly. In your scramble your arms clash into Yoongi’s form, scrabbling to hook into the fabric of his hoodie as your clit throbs and your climax approaches. Yoongi’s hands encircle your face, gathering your hair into a makeshift ponytail and stooping down until you can feel his breath against your cheeks. 

“Pretty girl,” he flutters his thumb against your lashes until you open your eyes. “There you are.” His feline gaze turns your brain to liquid, enjoying the attention from Yoongi while Jimin gives you the release you’ve been waiting for. 

“P-please,” you struggle around the words, and don't have the energy to articulate your needs, but Jimin holds your hips still and bounces his leg, baring your pussy down against him directly. Unable to squirm away from the pleasure, a moan rips from your throat into Yoongi’s chest as you come, pitching forward as the pleasure curls your toes. Despite your exhaustion you continue to cant your hips against Jimin’s leg after you come until Yoongi tuts and pulls you up slightly, depriving you of the surface. 

“Look at the fucking mess you made of my pants, baby.” Jimin growls. Your face flushes in embarrassment but you can’t deny that the sight only turns you on more. Knowing that you were the one responsible for the mess on his sweatpants and the subsequent bulge makes your mouth water. On unstable legs you pull from Yoongi’s embrace and lean down over Jimin, giving your other boss a prime view of your ass in the ridden-up shorts doing little to preserve your modesty. His hands are on you immediately, tugging down the fabric of your shorts and panties as soon as you nod your approval. 

“Can I kiss you?” You relish the way Jimin’s cheeks sport a pretty blush at your question as he nods. A warm fuzzy feeling spreads through your chest as you connect your lips with his own, gently coaxing out the demon of a man you know lives inside- the one who pushed his cock down your throat in the backseat of his car the last time you went out together.  Yoongi’s deft fingers part your folds and you moan into the kiss which only spurs Jimin on. His tongue finds a home in the depths of your mouth at the same time that Yoongi spreads your asscheeks with his hands, humming at the sight of your bared pussy. He pauses all movements, making you twirl your hips impatiently, before releasing a glob of spit that runs hot over your pussy. You shiver, keening at the embarrassingly attractive action. He wastes no time running his fingers between your lips, circling your clit with your combined wetness until your knees go weak. Jimin bites your lip and disconnects the two of you, staring sinfully at the trail of saliva that connects you. 

“Yoongi gonna make you cum again?” The question is rhetoric, but you still nod furiously at the idea. Yoongi laughs heartily, clearly amused by the desperation. 

“Gonna do more than make you cum, baby.” Your head swivels back to catch a look at him sinking onto his knees, easily pushing the coffee table back so he has ample room to work. Your pussy flutters at the idea of him eating you out, a dream that had been plaguing you since you first heard him craft some of his most infamous lyrics. 

You're so enamored at the glassy look in his eyes that you almost miss Jimin asking to shed your sweatshirt. The fabric comes off easily, goosebumps arriving as the garment leaves you. Jimin groans as he’s presented with your tits, hanging perfectly in front of his face as you're bent over for Yoongi. 

Jimin captures one of your nipples in his mouth, tugging at the nub like a man starved. Yoongi dives into your pussy, licking a broad stripe all the way through your folds. His tongue splits your lips and explores every possible inch. 

“Oh god,” the sensation of them both working on you makes you feel lightheaded, in total disbelief of the way the night has gone. “F-feel so good.” You mewl as Yoongi licks tight circles around your clit, Jimin’s teeth scraping against the sensitive skin at the curve of your breast as his hand engulfs the other, pulling and pinching in all the right places. 

“I- can’t fucking, oh my god-” no words seem to do justice to the feeling of pure arousal slipping through you, and the lewd sounds of being devoured sends your mind into a perfectly numb lull. Jimin and Yoongi are everything, everywhere, moving in a sinful tandem of lips and teeth that you don’t think you will ever recover from. The bubbling heat in your stomach rises, aided by the slurps of Yoongi absolutely devouring you, his nose digging into you as he pushes his tongue as deep as possible into your hole. You can only imagine how wet his face will be when he pulls away; chin, cheeks and lips stained with the evidence of your arousal. 

Your legs wobble, knees shaking from the effort of keeping your body upright as your orgasm barrels toward you. Jimin scrapes the top row of his teeth across your nipple as you come, body trapped between two sources of unending pleasure. The short break between orgasms has made you dizzy, keening as Yoongi devours every drop you give him. Over sensitivity rushes in, and the men work faster than your blissed out brain can comprehend.

Once the ringing in your head stops, you can feel the delicate press of Yoongi’s lips against the backs of your thighs: Jimin’s cool fingertips soothing down the bites he created on your chest.

“Come on, pretty. Such a good girl. Come lay down.” Jimin’s hands pull you gently, easily back onto the couch where you had spent countless hours before. The cool leather feels amazing against your heated skin and you quickly resign yourself to pressing the entire front of your body into it, head propped on Jimin’s thigh. This close, there was no mistaking the heavy bulge in the front of his pants. Your fingers twitch, inching toward him.

Yoongi’s dark chuckle makes you pause, peering up to see him standing over you, a satisfied smirk on his face. Just as you’d imagined his chin is covered in a gleam that could only come from being buried deep in your pussy. Your hips twitch against the couch.

“You wanna suck Jimin’s cock? Will you let me sit and watch you make him come?” You nod dumbly against Jimin’s leg, not daring to take your eyes off of Yoongi as he maneuvers himself back into his trusty chair. He sits and makes no secret of palming at himself through his shorts as your mouth waters.

“Please?” You ask, as if they would ever be able to deny you anything. You can feel the sweat drying onto your body, and the heat reigniting in your stomach makes you restless. Wiggling your fingers playfully toward his cock, you fix Jimin with your best pleading stare.

“You know this cock belongs to you, baby. Take it.” Heat flushes your cheeks as you scramble for his waistband. Suddenly seized with an insatiable hunger to have your mouth filled to the brim. Jimin lifts his hips in aid, exposing inches of flawless skin before his cock springs to life, unbidden by any clothing. He takes the break to pull off his top, balling it up and throwing it directly into Yoongi’s face. The older man grumbles in good nature and swats the shirt away. Your hips push against the couch cushion as you reach for him, the weight and warmth of his impressive cock making your head spin. Jimin moans at your touch, encouraging you to pump your hand over him slowly.

He intakes a ragged breath as you speed up, impatient with yourself. “C’mon baby, take it.” He grinds out the words and you shiver, shuffling forward until you can comfortably lower your head over him, wrapping your lips around the tip. It had been only a few weeks since the last time you gave him head, but that didn’t make his length any easier to adjust to. Your eyes water at the intrusion as you push further down, wiggling your tongue against the underside. Jimin’s thighs twitch under your ministrations.

“You’re so fucking good at that, Y/N.”

Emboldened, you push more of him down your throat until you’re fighting against a gag, spit dripping down to the base of his cock. Unable to go further, your hand occupies the rest, pumping in time with the movement of your head. The mess of praise and the burn of Yoongi’s eyes on your body makes you moan around him.

Jimin’s hips immediately jump, pushing further into your mouth. Your eyes widen and tears push forward as Jimin takes full advantage of your mouth, your nails scrabbling at his thighs as you try to clear your mind.

“Shhh, baby. Look so pretty drooling and dumb on my cock. Our girl is so good, isn’t she Yoongi?” Jimin’s voice shakes, a giveaway of his impending orgasm.

“The best girl,” Yoongi’s voice is clipped, and even though your eyes are blurred with tears you’re sure he’s working his hand over his own cock. You moan again, using the vibration to your advantage as Jimin grips your hair, holding you in place.

Your lungs constrict as his whines reach a peak, cock twitching incessantly until he’s coming. You swallow with every spurt he gives you, the bitterness easy to dismiss in the heat of the moment. Jimin’s grip loosens just as the last ropes of his cum shoot out, streaking across your chin and lips. He grins, satisfied at the mess and your performance. His now free hand takes a handful of your ass, pinching it and landing a slap against the flesh.

“Open?” He asks almost sheepishly. You obey easily, putty in his hands as he inspects your mouth to be sure you swallowed everything he gave you. He hums happily at the sight, gathering up the stray bits of cum on your face with his thumb before pushing it into your mouth. You suck the pad of his thumb clean, eyes heavy with lust as you swirl your tongue around it. Jimin growls, ripping the appendage out to slap your ass a few times in quick succession.

The pain makes your spine curve with pleasure and you almost can’t believe how wet you are again, but Jimin’s fingers quickly dip into your pussy, cooing when he feels your slick coating his fingers. Your own mouth parts in a frustrated groan, annoyingly aware of how achingly empty you are.

“Please fuck me.” Your voice is raw and shaky, and you worry that maybe their inaction means they couldn’t hear you. Jimin’s hand stays steady against the swell of your ass while you wiggle your hips in frustration. Impatient tears well in your eyes as you watch Yoongi slowly remove his hand from his cock; the tip an angry red from all the time he spent playing with it while you sucked Jimin’s cock. It feels like years pass before he even gets up from the chair.

“You wanna get fucked?” His deep voice makes your heart do cartwheels in your stomach. Yoongi’s hand caresses the nape of your neck, lightly combing through the mussed strands there. You nod vigorously, attempting to sit up so that you can convey your need to him even more.

“Please Yoongi, please I’ll do-“ a sharp tug on your hair makes your brain short circuit, words dying in your mouth. Your breathing turns shallow, anticipatory when he uses his primal grip on you to pull your body upwards until you’re sitting up on the couch. From here you are afforded the full view of them both. Jimin’s chest is still heaving from coming, his body covered in a sheen of sweat that only makes his appear more surreal in the dim studio lights. Yoongi had shed both his shirt and bottoms, presumably while you were busy with Jimin. His cock bobs against his stomach, gleaming with precum as he moves. Your heart jumps at the proximity of Yoongi’s body, the way you can see the veins in the arm that holds your hair flex as he pulls your scalp harder. You keen, hips pushing against the air at the sprouting pain. Yoongi laughs, licking at his gleaming canines you want to feel buried deep in your shoulder blade.

His grip holds you still, obedient as your eyes dart wildly between them, hungry to see what their next move will be.

“Such a patient girl for us, right Yoongi?” Jimin’s velvet voice makes you want to cry out and beg for release again, but you bite your tongue so you don’t miss what he says.

“Hmm, very patient.” Yoongi appraises you, sitting at attention, nipples pebbled with your arousal. “Although I think she could stand to wait a bit longer.” Your eyes widen, surprised and momentarily terrified they were going to leave you in the dust.

“No no no no, please don’t!” You can’t stop the tinge of anxiety that spikes through you, the sudden concern that they no longer wanted you if they had each other. Not to mention the burning desire that you knew you wouldn’t be able to quell even with your most favorite vibrator. Hot tears let loose down your cheeks, dripping off of your chin in mere seconds.

“Hey, baby, stop,” Yoongi’s hand releases your hair to tap at your cheek, light enough that you blink through your tears to focus on him. He smiles in the sweet gentle way you’ve come to know means he’s sincere. You can feel Jimin’s calloused fingers brushing gently over your shoulders, curling into the tensed muscles as you ground yourself.

“Do we need to stop?” All of the air in the room gets sucked out with his words, all three of you frozen in time.

“No, no,” You puff out. “Don’t wanna stop.” You grasp his arm, fingernails digging into his milky flesh. “I j-just feel so empty.”

His cat like grin returns at your words, your tears receding into glossy begging eyes. “Oh, baby, you’ll be full of cock in no time. Can you sit pretty for just a few more moments?”

Curious as to why you need to wait, you watch Yoongi intently, but are somehow still shocked when he catches Jimin’s plush lips in an earnest kiss. The younger man sighs contentedly, wrapping his arms around Yoongi’s frame. The way their lips move together is mesmerizing, and you faintly remember watching them kiss once before, when you were admittedly drunk and thought maybe you were mistaking the passion between them.

Now you knew for sure what you were seeing, and that it was making fresh waves of arousal drip down your thigh. Jimin reaches for Yoongi’s cock, stroking him with playfully light touches you know are meant to drive him crazy. You can see everything from your seat on the couch, and their symphony of moans sends your hand right between your thighs. You rub your clit in time with Jimin’s tugs, making sure to keep the touch just as feather light as it seems to be for Yoongi.

As sensitive as you are, even the simple touch is making your mind go hazy, losing yourself in the moment and the feeling of your own hand. You moan, pressing down into the pressure of your hand: embarrassing close to coming again just from watching your bosses make out.

“I thought I asked you to sit pretty?” Yoongi’s voice is clipped and breathy at having just pulled Jimin’s hand off of him, but it still startles you enough that you rip your hand away feeling like you had been caught.

“I-I’m sorry, it was just,” you stumble on the words, face flushed as you decide on how much you should admit. Jimin raises an inquisitive eyebrow, his cock fluttering back to life.

“Hot?”

Your blush deepens but you nod, hair falling into your face. Yoongi seems less amused at your disobedience, but the dark look on his face only makes you want him inside of you more. You bite back the whimper growing in your throat and still, waiting for instruction.

Yoongi’s steps forward, easily crowding your vision until he’s all you can see. One hand grips your throat, lightly at first, then increasingly hard as he sees the delight in your eyes. The press of his hand over your throat is intoxicating, just the perfect amount of pressure that has your mouth hanging open absentmindedly. You feel good, knowing that you he was going to take care of you. Jimin’s deep groan at the sight reminds you that he’s there just moments before Yoongi breaks your distance and captures your lips in a kiss.

It’s nothing as gentle and sweet as the few you’d shared before. His teeth are immediately nipping into your bottom lip, tongue surging forward into your mouth without abandon. Spit slicks down your chin and over your cheeks and you moan at the feeling, Yoongi practically swallowing you up like you’re the last person on earth. Through it all he keeps control of you by the hand on your neck, only letting up when you’re gasping for air.

You feel oddly vacant without his hand on your throat, but you have a feeling it won’t be the end of your experience with it.

“Such a pretty, desperate little thing. Can’t wait to fill you up, fuck.” Yoongi’s eyes flutter at the thought and before you know it he’s moving you, pressing the length of your body down against the couch. You’re acutely aware that Jimin must have moved to the chair to make room for you, but all thoughts get wiped from your head as Yoongi looms over you.

Your legs part, unashamed for him to see just how wet you are. He grins, kneeling between them and fisting himself a few times.

“Please fuck me, Yoongi, wanna feel you inside.” The stream of consciousness barrels out of you, followed by a string of curses as he obeys and pushes the head of his cock into you. The stretch is intense despite your extreme arousal, but the loving hands caressing your stomach help morph the feeling into pure pleasure. When the clouds of pain start to clear you moan, high and loud, latching onto the cushions under you.

“You look so good split open on my cock.” Yoongi works his hips into a smooth rhythm immediately, eyes honed in on the sight of your pussy swallowing him up. The press of him inside of you is serendipitous, the perfect angle means he’s nudging against your gspot with every single push.

“Prettiest fucking girl, look at you taking cock so well again.” Jimin is suddenly beside you, hands groping your tits again. You keen, overwhelmed with the sensations as white hot pleasure burns through you. Yoongi speeds up, bracing his foot for more leverage on the perfect angle as he pounds into you.

“So f-full,” you gasp out, tears of pleasure running into your hairline. Your clit throbs for attention, the final thing you need to fall headfirst into that wonderful pleasure. You gasp and writhe, pushing your hips upward to meet his thrusts.

“If you don’t stop that I’m gonna come right inside of you.” The words are a warning but your pussy immediately reacts by gripping his cock tighter. A broken moan spills from his mouth and he growls.

“Wan’ it.” The words come out soft, strangled by the loud squelching of your pussy, but Jimin is close enough to hear. He turns toward you, smiling with the intensity of a million suns.

“You want him to come inside of you? Fill that pussy up and make you ours?” Jimin is sure to speak loud enough that Yoongi will hear, but the man drilling into you looks pointedly only at your face, awaiting his confirmation. You look between them both, shivering with need.

“Yes, wanna have Yoongi come in me,” you lick your lips, “please, and,” You pause as Yoongi swipes his finger across your clit after hearing your affirmation. The last bits of your sanity are about to be washed away with your orgasm, but you breathe through it.

“W-wait!” You yell, Yoongi stilling as well as he can so close to his orgasm.

“Want Jimin too.” You gasp, barely trusting your words. The man grins, placing a kiss on the swell of your breast.

“Of course, baby, I’m so fucking hard right now I can’t imagine not coming all over these pretty tits.”

Tears of frustration brim again, hormones going crazy.

“No, in me.” You whine, petulant at the idea of him not coming inside you tonight. Both of their eyes widen, staring at you like you had just unlocked the secret to eternal life. Yoongi’s thrusts return with vengeance, finger circling your clit deftly.

“Can’t get enough of it, huh? Such a little slut that just one man coming in you isn’t enough?” You nod as his cock twitches, moments away from your own blinding orgasm. Jimin’s lips are devouring your neck, seemingly emblazoned by your admission. It only takes a few more swipes of Yoongi’s nimble fingers before you come, back arching off of the couch like a woman possessed.

The sounds and curses that leave you are barely human and essentially decipherable as your body warms under the glow of an intense orgasm. When Yoongi finally comes, your pussy gripping him tightly so he doesn’t leave, he continues strumming at your clit until your nerves feel set on fire.

“Good girl, taking all my fucking come.” Yoongi praises you as he finally pulls out, watching his come slip out with him before he retreats to stand beside you. Your head is still in the clouds, mind numb from absolute pleasure as Yoongi pats your thighs so he can get out from between them.

Jimin brushes the sweat slicked strands of hair off of your forehead, leaning close enough to him that you can see his individual eyelashes.

“Still got it in you? Want another load?” Your stomach flips, pussy clenching at the idea and you nod so hard it makes your neck hurt. Yoongi shuffles up until he’s next to your head, obviously sleepy as he plops down onto the floor with a lazy grin. He kisses your cheek playfully as Jimin moves.

He wastes no time in assuming the same position Yoongi had just left. Pliant and fucked out, you give him an exhausted smile as you watch him line up and push into your entrance.

“Still so fucking tight even though you just got railed. So willing to have two cocks back to back.” Jimin’s voice burns through you, low and sexy in a way you rarely get to enjoy. His eyes twinkle as you nod, gasping at the length of his cock. He begins his onslaught even faster than Yoongi had, pushing through your walls with a blindingly perfect rhythm.

“F-Fuck me so well,” you slur, grasping for his arms as he drills into you. Jimin is gasping, clearly close to his own end as you start to feel the hazy warmth of an orgasm come on. Yoongi kisses you even more as your moans heighten, sure not to cover your mouth so that they get to hear every sound you can give them. “You’re gonna look so pretty full of me and Jimin’s come, so fucked out and dripping.”

Even without any attention to your clit his words have you just seconds away from coming, and you warn Jimin of this.

“Already gonna come without me even having to touch your little clit? So fucking wet and desperate that just my cock will do it?” Your head spins, eyes tipping back into your head. His hips stutter, faltering for just a second as your knees lock, pushing his cock even further into you until you’re coming. Your eyes squeeze shut as you scream your throat raw calling his name and begging for his come.

You can’t stop the tears that spill out of you even after you feel him empty into you, the weight of his body pressing into your own as he makes sure not to waste a drop. You pant together, chests rising and falling in time. The way your skin sticks together doesn’t even bother you right now, but Jimin moves just slightly and the cool air rushes in.

You mumble, still working on feeling like a human again.

“What’s that?” It’s Yoongi, who’s still sitting by your side, laying his head against Jimin’s toned bicep.

“Cold.” You try, voice absolutely wrecked. You poke at Jimin’s side. “Heavy, too. Move.” You wiggle beneath him and he sits up, giggling at your sudden attitude. He’s still lodged inside of you, his and Yoongi’s come slowly leaking out of you and onto the couch, but this somehow feels just as normal as your usual day at work. Another chill passes through your body and Yoongi tuts, striding order to the thermometer. You and Jimin both watch his naked form as he goes, cranking the number up so that the room gets hotter.

“Told you we keep it too cold in here,” he mutters to Jimin, who shrugs and looks down at the mess between your legs. You flush.

“Sorry about the couch.” Jimin laughs as he pulls out, clearly still a little aroused at the sight of come pouring out of you.

“Fuck the couch. It’s your spot anyway.” His fingers dance over your pussy and you whine, shaking your head and clamping your thighs shut.

“Too sensitive.” It’s simple, and he nods easily, slipping off of the couch. You lose sight of him for a second before he’s back, slipping your sweatshirt back over your head. The warmth instantly cures you, putting a satisfied smile on your face. Yoongi reappears from what you assume to be the bathroom with a damp towel, silently asking your permission before gently cleaning you up.

Your legs twitch and you have to physically bite back a moan when he runs the fabric over your clit, but you’re happy to be cleaned and have him help you into your shorts. He hands the towel off to Jimin as you sit up, pointedly looking away from the mess on the couch.

“Shit, forgot about that!” Yoongi springs forward, shirt halfway on. He leans over the coffee table and flicks off a switch, the recording equipment going dead. His face blanches as he looks over at you.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N, I didn’t turn it off before we…” his hands wave uselessly in front of him. Jimin, at least dressed, looks equally mortified.

“We can delete it all! I promise, we won’t even listen to it again! I’ll do it right-“

Your laugh bubbles out of you and stops them both in their places.

“I don’t care, guys.” Their faces twist in confusion. Surely you wouldn’t want them to keep it? “You were stuck on the song anyway. Use it as the backtrack or something.” You shrug, taking supreme delight in the surprise on their faces.

“You’re so fucking hot.” Jimin groans, appreciative, and you glow under their eyes. He immediately dashes over to the computer, locating and examining the file. Yoongi finishes redressing and even wipes off the couch before bundling you into his chair with him. His hands comb through your matted hair and examine the marks on your neck until he deems you to be okay.

“Thanks for the song inspiration.” He chuckles, mouth tucked against the nape of your neck.

“Happy to help. Let me know the next time you need some new ideas.” Despite your sleepiness the idea makes you squirm, to which Yoongi groans.

“I have a feeling we’ll be needing lots of new ideas. For a very long time.” Maybe you’re crazy, or cock hungry, but you swear you feel him twitch against your ass. “But for now you should probably go home.” You both watch Jimin as he fiddles with some instrumentals, layering them over the peaky audio the three of you recorded on the desktop before popping on his headphones.

Yoongi sighs. “You’re sleepy, and if you stay here any longer while we mix this you’re definitely not gonna be walking tomorrow.”

[woncon]

☼ wake up !

or four ficlets about waking up beside your boyfriends

☼various poly bts pairs x gn!reader

☼estabilished poly relationships, one swear word (damn), nicknames, kissing

☼special thanks to @honeytwo for helping me translate this into english, correcting my grammar and other mistakes. thank you for everything! °♡̷•.

☼bts masterlist | main masterlist

☼ jin ┊ namjoon ☼

a rattling wakes you from your sweet sleep. something heavy has fallen to the floor. tired, you whimper and dive deeper into the blanket to protect yourself from the outside world: the sound, the sunlight coming through the window and the cold.

"damn," you hear the swearing as someone crawls back on the bed, wrapping their arms around your waist. you realise that the chill you felt was due to the fact that he wasn't lying behind you.

"did you fall, joonie?" you look out from under the duvet with half-closed eyes. the answer is an annoyed hum. "are you okay?" he buries his face in your neck and nods.

"go back to sleep. jin's alarm will go off soon, but you can rest until then."

you sigh and pull him closer to your back.

"you too." you roll over him, squeezing him a little, eliciting a surprised groan from him, and bury your head in his chest, pushing him further into the mattress. "i won't let you fall down again." namjoon smiles at how sweet you are half asleep, before sleeping again.

☼ hoseok ┊ yoongi ☼

you wake up to a gentle caress. the skin of your face, neck and shoulders tingle gratefully with the touch.

"what time is it? what day is it? what year is it? where am i? who am i?" you mutter a barrage of questions as you find yourself confronted with hoseok's smile and loving gaze. you usually wake up to this beautiful sight, and each time pushes you into oblivion: only he exists.

"haha, i ask the same question every time i see you two," hoseok giggles, then starts stroking and arranging your hair like you used to do with his.

"shut up!", yoongi groans tiredly, and then, hugging the other boy tighter, he presses a kiss on his shoulder, burying his head in the smaller boy's neck.

"grumpy sleepyhead," you laugh, and crawl closer to them, pushing the blanket a little lower over your body so you can hug more effectively.

yoongi sighs a couple of times and settles in again before kissing you to let you know that he is fine, that everything was fine with the nap, but that he would like to rest.

"another half an hour?" hoseok offers to the man lying behind him.

"one."

"fine, but you'll do the breakfast then" you agree, and greet hobie with a morning kiss.

"hmn." the eldest reaches out his arm to gently caress your waist until your wakefulness wears off.

☼ taehyung ┊ jungkook ☼

in the morning your only wish is to wake up in the arms of your boyfriends. although this is achieved, waking up now is unpleasant because of the noise it causes.

"it can't be true," jungkook mutters angrily, unbelievingly, against the thin skin of your neck, hugging you tighter. he wants to hide behind you, but when the horrible concert refuses to end, he groans crankily.

he sighs contently as he presses the pillow over his head, revealing more of his upper-body artistry: the sharp lines of his shoulders, his biceps and triceps, his abdominal wall thanks to the sliding blanket.

you're not happy about his estrangement, but you accept and understand it, hoping both of you get back to your dreams.

you imagine his chubby cheeks, parted locks and half-open eyes, so that you can go back to sleep, but the activity is precluded by the noise from outside.

"who's the idiot who mows the lawn at 4.30 a.m. on a sunday?" taehyung grumbles to his partners, or rather to you, that he is now half awake, but not in the mood.

"our neighbor, auntie kwon's daughter, who's been grumpy from the first moment she saw us."

"what can i say, she's off to a good start on her first day at her mother's." the eldest clings to you, pulls his body up on the bed and buries his head in the pillow. "i don't think i'll sleep until tonight." he declares that he's given up trying, unlike jungkook, who shows no signs of life except for breathing, so you conclude that his plan worked and he's taking a nap successfully.

"i'll join you," you announce, and kiss him. you're lucky to open your eyes, because it means you get to share in the sight of taehyung's first smile of the day. your heart melts, and only continues to flow as the other pulls the blanket over you to give you a more private kiss.

getting lost in the sound of your kissing and your occasional bursts of laughter, it feels like the lawn mower has been turned down. only you and taehyung exist, this is your own realm under the covers.

but the world will only be complete when jungkook resigns himself to the fact that he can no longer nap and climbs under the blanket, hoping to get some of the innocent love you are showering on each other.

his dreams come true, as taehyung leans over you and greets him with his lips, and you do the same after turning to him. meanwhile, taehyung is kissing your neck with sloppy kisses, and every area he can reach from the top of your pyjamas.

you'll sink into the tender caress: in this loving, sensual atmosphere, there's no room for anything heavy or distracting, neither of your minds focused on the song of the fierce shearing tool, but on each other, on the more precious, priceless spiritual factors.

☼ jimin ┊ yoongi ☼

you prefer to be woken by jimin, because you don't like ringtones, and he wakes the earliest of the three of you, snuggled up to your neck.

"pretty" this is how he starts the process, with little caresses and pecks. he continues to call and caress you until you wake up, embracing him, expressing that you are awake.

"good morning!" you return his many pecks with a kiss, then turn to your other side. if yoongi is not hanging around your waist then usually by morning he is facing the wall.

now it's your turn to wake up. you cover the free skin with your lips, and you're satisfied when the boy whimpers, it's a state of half-sleep.

"love!" you nuzzle against his body, whispering sweetly. you're getting a little chilly, you've pulled the covers off during the night. "chim and i want to cuddle you before breakfast." the boy, as if yoongi sees something of him, nods vigorously.

"hug each other," he murmurs, uninterested in the subject.

"are you trading us for sleep? is that what this is about?" you gasp in indignation, disappointment at his reaction. before you can really believe he's that mean, he flashes a yoongi grin and pulls you into his embrace. a surprised chuckle breaks out from you, and as jimin joins in, the three of you laugh at nothing, at sweet nothingness.

[violetsiren90]

Thunder and Pineapple Rum (Mini Teaser)

Pairing: pan!he/him!Yoongi x bi!she/her!Reader x aro!he/they!Jimin x bi!she/her!Hwasa

Genre: Swinger AU; drabble; porn with (enough of a) plot (I guess?); established relationship; soft swap hook-up; sensual smut; itsy bitsy angst (if you're checking with your opera glasses); GROWN summer vibes.

Summary: While visiting his alma mater for a class reunion, you and Yoongi stop by an intriguingly atmospheric bar for drinks with his erstwhile underclassman, Jimin. After Jimin and the beautiful bartender make a surprising revelation, you and Yoongi decide to help them close down for the night...and explore some uncharted territories.

Warnings: 18+ (minors, dni); warnings here are for the teaser, detailed warnings will be released with the full drabble; voyeurism; swinging; established couple with male and female identifying unicorns; massage; implied kissing; partial disrobing; mentions of alcohol and consuming alcohol

Author's Note: Happy Pride Month!!! 🏳‍🌈 Hopefully the rest of this will drop before the end of June. That's the plan, anyway. In case no one has told you today, you're loved and worthy of love. I hope you have the absolute BEST day.🧜💜

Teaser under the cut!

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"Why don't you let us enjoy her for a moment, Yoongi," Hwasa purrs in soft command as her hand on his shoulder gently pushes him down into Jimin's abandoned chair. Yoongi gives a strained hum of assent and swallows, his thoat bobbing as he stares at you, perched on the bar, and Jimin, who has slipped behind you, caressing and massaging your back. Hwasa pulls off your heels and places them on on the floor, then pushes herself between your legs, looking up at you with those delicious, dark, poison apple eyes. You want to lean down and taste her again, but she has other plans. She glides her hands over your thighs, long nails tracing tingly patterns over the black denim, and you shiver. Another peal of thunder rumbles, vibrating the thick, warm air.

"She smells good," Jimin remarks indulgently as you feel his profile ghost over your back through your gauzy blouse. Hwasa smiles.

"We want to take another shot, but we're aaaall out of glasses," she whispers as she presses herself against you, bringing her soft, ample chest to push into your abdomen. "Wanna help us out, gorgeous?" You feel your slick gush a little at the pet name, and at the prospect of what was to come. You nod. Hwasa shakes her head and taps your parted lips. "Words, gorgeous."

"Yes," you whisper shakily, earning a naughty chuckle from Jimin. As they help you turn to lay your body across the bar, you glance over at Yoongi, who hasn't moved an inch - pupils blown out, and hands twitching on his thighs as his stare tracks Hwasa's hands pushing your blouse up and under your breasts, tucking some of the fabric into the underwire of your bra. Her pretty hand traces lazily over your bare stomach as she prompts Jimin with one word.

"Rum."

-End teaser-

[bbeanbbao]

🌸 fic masterlist 🌸

here's a list of all of my fics, which i publish on ao3! please check the tags before reading, and no minors as they are usually explicit.

quietly, softly

relationship: jimin/reader

tags: au - non-famous, m/f, fluff, smut, vaginal sex, friends to lovers, one-shot

nothing on me but you

relationship: park jimin/reader, min yoongi/reader, min yoongi/park jimin

tags: threesome, f/m/m, smut, vaginal sex, soft dom yoongi, switch/vers jimin, sub reader, one-shot

meet me at our spot

relationship: park jimin/reader

tags: au - non-famous, m/f, summer before college/university, fluff, friends to lovers, implied sexual content, one-shot

perfect under these lights

relationship: johnny suh/reader

tags: au - non-famous, m/f, fluff, smut, one night stand (ish), vaginal sex, one-shot

we ache until we bloom

relationship: park jimin/reader

tags: au - college/university, m/f, fluff, smut, friends with benefits to lovers, vaginal sex, chaptered

moving the universe

relationship: park jimin/reader

tags: part two of we ache until we bloom, au - college/university, m/f, established relationship, fluff, smut, vaginal sex, kinky sex

with you

relationship: park jimin/original female character

tags: au - historical/joseon era inspired, m/f, fluff, angst, smut, secret identity, nobility, crossdressing, vaginal sex, chaptered

just shy of sure

relationship: min yoongi/park jimin

tags: au - college/university, m/m, friends to lovers, fluff, mild smut, one-shot

[bangtaninborderland]

Pairing: OT7 x Reader, || word count: 9.4k || Genre: Smut (18+)

Warning: degradation, smut, dom!everyone sub! YN/JK, fingering, ruined orgasm, oral (m receiving), milking, nipple play, bd(s)m, hair pulling, spanking, overstimulation, orgy, tons of gay stuff.

A/N: So! I wrote this in 4 days it is 9 k and it was so difficult because it is all smut, the first part continues from the last chapter meaning it didn’t start in the morning but the night before. I decided to give Yoonmin AND jikook a special scene. As for YNS back story it starts when you see two asterisks ** it ends after that paragraph. If you are not interested in it then skip it, it doesn’t massively impact the story and I wrote it so you won’t be missing anything. As always please give me your feedback. Love y’all!

p.s CONFESSIONALS ARE STILL OPEN SEND ME YOUR CHARACTER QUESTIONS!

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DAY THIRTY-SEVEN

You knew you had a specific prize In mind, whether or not you could and would be granted that reward was something that left you feeling a rather dull sense of uncertainty. However, you chose to ignore this and headed straight to the producers' van as you were sure of your choice.

“YN is everything okay?” Was the first thing Sejin asked, upon seeing you he opened the door, coming down the steps to lean against the stationary vehicle. Normally you’d be more than happy to have a long conversation with him but now wasn’t the time for that, not when butterflies danced around your stomach and threatened to spew from your mouth.

You gave him a curt nod. “I want to talk about the reward..”

“What have you chosen?”

“I want one day with them, 24 hours with no rules or limits. I want to be able to touch them all and vice Versa. Is that possible?”

“I would have to talk to the producers about it, we would be two days short on time for the prompts but if you think that’s sufficient then I don’t see any issue with it. Give me 10 minutes, I’ll check in with them and see what they say.” He smiled at you before one against disappearing into the van. You didn’t try to eavesdrop as you paced back and forth outside, the fear of being told no starting to gnaw at you.

You almost jumped as a hand came to rest on your shoulder, only relaxing when you see Yoongi there. “Why do you look like a deer in headlights?”

“Because I asked for what I wanted but I’m afraid I’ll be told no.” You sighed, wrapping your arms around him for a hug.

He must have been able to tell you needed the comfort as he rested a hand on your back, his fingers lazily drawing patterns over the fabric of Jungkooks shirt. “What did you ask for love?”

“To have you all for 24 hours with no rules or limits just us all together. I didn’t want to tell anyone in case they said no, I didn’t want to give false hope.”

“What are we going to do with you hm?” He pulled back, hand stroking your cheek. “Always the kindest.”

“It’s hard yoon. I don’t say it much but it’s hard, seeing everyone and not being able to touch them. Whilst we are here the primary focus is the show, I know that’s changed for us but somehow it hasn’t because we still have to complete everything given to us. I’ll never regret coming here because it led me all to you but I wish we had more time to be with each other, I wish we could all go on a date together. A big date. I know that sounds ridiculous but I want you all and I want you all to want each other and to want me. I don’t want anything to change.”

He searched your eyes for a moment before pressing a tender kiss to your cheekbone. “You’ve been keeping a little too much in sweetheart, you’ve got to let it out some time we are all here for you. Most of us couldn’t get through this show if it wasn’t for you.”

“Well, that's probably kind of because I have a vagina and I’m the lady of the house.” You laugh through light tears that had begun to blur your vision.

He shook his head, chuckling lightly. “No, your smile on a difficult day, the way you care for us individually, the way you support us all regardless of what way you do it. We need you just as much as we need Hoseok, or Taehyung, seokjin Hyung, Namjoonie, kook-ah or Jimin.

You smiled a bit. Even in the most stressful situations, any of their presence was such a pacifying one, it silenced the disquieted feelings in you, leaving you with a slight warmth and a resolve that no matter what happens everything will be okay.

“Once it’s nearer the end I think we should all gather and talk again, we could all use it.” You knew that you weren’t the only one with worries, your conversation with Taehyung just a week earlier had lingered in your mind, the real possibility that in the outside world things just wouldn’t work out.

You didn’t have any more time to discuss the matter as Sejin opened the door, both of your heads turning to face him. You couldn’t read his facial expressions so you had nothing to go off as he approached you. “Well, I’ve talked with them.”

“And?”

“You’ve got until midday on Tuesday, it’s Sunday now so that’s a little over 24 hours but the producing team said we had gotten a good amount of footage and it should still be possible to get the prompts done between Tuesday and Sunday as there’s still five days and only three left. “

“Wait really?” You turned to face yoongi who was wearing a smile just as big as yours, they all knew they could touch each other so this may have been selfish as realistically you were the only one benefitting from it yet still the doctor only smiled at you, for you. “I have to go tell them.”

You almost run away before thanking Sejin who just replied with a “yeah yeah.”

You made a note to truly thank him before the show was over, the finish line almost in view. For now, that didn’t matter, for now, you have seven amazing people to spend 24 free hours with.

You nearly tripped over the doorframe as you slipped your shoes off, only steadying yourself before rushing into the living room where everyone had gathered. “We have 24 hours, 24 hours no rules we can touch we can do whatever we can be together just as normal with no worry about being evicted.”

Everyone stood up slowly from their respective seats darted around the room, each and every face holding a look of anticipation and hope that brought a smile to your lips. “So…they said yes?”

“We have a little more than 24 hours, our time finishes at midday on Tuesday.” You explained excitedly, their faces reading back the joy you felt.

“You thought of the most perfect prize petal.” Taehyung laughed, crossing the room to take your hand in his, kissing the back of it gently.

Jungkook shuffled from one foot to another, hands clasping awkwardly at either side. “I want to kiss you so badly.”

“Then why are you waiting?” You asked daringly, raising your eyebrows only to encourage the cam boy.

“Fuck I missed this.” He rasped, hand resting atop your cheek gently as the other hand slid to your neck, gripping it lightly. The kiss embodies everything Jungkook is as a person. His soft and sweet side morphing with the flirtatious and downright sexy side of him. You almost wanted to demand he chose one - sweet or sexy, you weren’t sure you could handle him being both.

Taehyung was next. Nudging Jungkook to the side as he rested a hand atop your hip as the other gripped the back of your neck, trapping your lips against his. You moaned into his mouth as he tugged on your hair, which only caused the others to groan.

“Seokjinnie.” You called out as taehyung stepped away, making grabby hands at the older man who happily divulged you. He crossed the small space between you in two steps, long fingers caressing your face. You had almost forgotten how beautifully the man kissed, every millisecond filled with softness but also a light air of dominance. Lips both barely brushing against yours and being overwhelmingly forceful. “Fuck.” He whispered pulling away, resting his forehead against yours to allow you both time to bathe your breath.

“Where’s hobi?” You asked, looking around until you see him standing behind Namjoon.

“Can I hug you?” You asked, wanting to have the man close, as much as you respected his identity and preference it didn’t cause a faint sadness in your heart that you’d never be able to show him the love you held for him in the way you had once hoped to. As his arms wrapped around you that feeling disappeared into some dark corner of your mind, the warmth of his body against yours and the sound feeling that he was there for you just as much as anyone else even though it may be different was more than enough to make you feel complete.

“Group hug,” Jungkook shouted, plummeting into your both as everyone else joined. Even yoongi, although he will swear later he didn’t.

“Group kiss?” Taehyung asked, only to be responded with giggles and a poke to his side from Hoseok.

“I don’t want to sleep, I can finally touch you all and kiss you all, I don’t want to waste any of that time.” You sighed, everyone slowly letting go of the hug. “I missed this so much.”

Seokjin wrapped an arm around your waist, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “We did too baby but sleeping is important, we sleep early we can wake up early. I’ll get dinner started, yoon do you want to help?”

“Okay, Hyung.” Yoongi nodded giving your arm a final squeeze before walking off with seokjin, if anyone noticed the way their fingers entwined the second they were away from the group no one said anything.

Before you could move Jungkook had already wrapped his arms around you from behind, pulling you close against him as though any distance was too far. You couldn’t say you didn’t feel the need to be close to them all, especially now there were no limits to the way you could touch them, you had never thought the rules would be an issue but then again you never anticipated falling in love with everyone here.

“What are you thinking about?” Namjoon asked from across the room, the book he had been reading for the past few days placed atop the table beside him.

You shook your head leaning back against Jungkook. “Just how much I missed this”

“C'mon Hyung, you know baby is always greedy.” Jimin teased, tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“I may be greedy but so are you. I don’t ever hear you complain when I let you fuck me senseless.” You retorted, you could play dangerously too. “Taehyungie, come here.” You reached out a hand to the other. Jungkook didn’t move but relaxed one arm to pull taehyung to you. It felt thrilling to be trapped between the pair, their bodies flush against yours. You couldn’t move even if you tried and you like that far more than you cared to admit, the feeling of being helpless between two of the sexiest men you’ve ever met left you feeling dizzy your legs giving out just a little as Taehyung brought his fingers to your lips.

“Open.” His voice was demanding and left no room for argument so you didn’t, you parted your lips slightly allowing him enough space to slide his finger into your mouth. You closed your lips around the digit, swirling your tongue around the pad of his thumb. “Fuck.” He groaned. “I want to watch you fall apart piece by piece.”

“Hyung,” Jungkook called out, you could feel his cock growing against your ass which only encouraged your own arousal. “You should wait until after dinner.” What? No. That is exactly what you didn’t want. You tried shaking your head but Taehyung slid his thumb out, fingers gripping painfully into your chin. “Be patient.”

You let out a whine in protest, pulling him closer to you only for him to grab your throat. “Ah ah, don’t even try it sweetheart, quiet okay? Behave and I promise I’ll make you feel good later.”

Your mouth went dry. Completely mesmerised by the man, you were sure you were falling in love all over again. “O-okay.”

It had been a while since you felt this floaty, this pliant and willing, for a moment you felt fear before falling slack against jungkook a mist covering your mind and leaving you feeling blissful.

“Did you just?” You heard someone ask, not bothering to find out who it was. Everything felt right, you didn’t want to disturb that.

You heard a voice close to you, jimin maybe. “Subspace?”

“I think so.” You reached forward for taehyung, wanting him next to you only to be pulled away by someone else. “Come here, darling.”

You whined, trying to find your way back to taehyung. “Tae.”

“He’s coming, baby. Tae Tae is coming let’s go sit down hm?” You could recognise the feeling of namjoons hands on your arms, guiding you over to the couch.

“Jungkook go and get some water.” Jimin directed the younger, you buried yourself deeper into namjoons frame, his warmth being inviting.

You weren’t stupid you knew what was happening but you couldn’t bring yourself to care, you felt safe with them, safe enough to let them take care of everything for a little while. “Jinnie.”

“You want Seokjin Hyun?” Namjoon asked, rubbing a hand up and down your back.

You nodded, or at least you think you did. “Yoongi too.”

“Okay okay.” He laughed calling the others in.

“What’s wrong?” Yoongi asked walking over to where you were nestled against Joon. “Is she okay?”

“Tae was having a little fun with her and she seemed to slip.” Jungkook answered, taking a seat at the end of the couch. “She said she wanted both of you.”

“Hoseok can you go and watch the food?” Jin would have asked one of the youngers but he was sure something would burn and Hoseok was the only one who knew how to season the meat right.

The dominant stepped forward, happy to help, he was always happy to help. You didn’t want him to help. You didn’t want anyone to do anything but be around you. “No!” You mumbled, wanting them all around you. “Stay.”

Yoongi was in front of you, hands on your face. Hobi stood behind him, close enough you could touch him. “We all need to eat darling, so do you.”

“I’ll be gone a few minutes and then I will come back and sit with you okay?” Hoseok spoke up, reaching out to grab your hand. “Be good for me, I know you want us all here with you I promise once we all eat we can make a pillow fort across the floor and all sleep downstairs.”

You loved this side of Hoseok, it wasn’t one you found yourself the pleasure of seeing often so whenever it did make an appearance you filed the memory away in your mind for safekeeping. “okay but be quick.” You found yourself pouting, if you weren’t feeling so floaty you may have been hit with a wave of embarrassment but that consciousness was too far out of reach.

“Can you drink some for me sweetheart?” Jin bent down, brushing your hair away from your forehead. You moved forward, allowing yourself to drink from the bottle with ease before sitting back against namjoon. “So good baby.”

You smiled at the praise, head lulling against the philosopher. “Love you.” You whispered, wanting them all to know how you felt, even if it wasn’t a huge deceleration those words held a meaning you wished some day to explain.

Everyone responded, at least you think everyone did. The blanket that clouded your mind had only caused you to feel tired and despite the dinner you knew was being cooked there was no good reason to hold back from sleep, so you didn’t. With Namjoons body against you and the comforting voices of the others around the room, you slipped into dreamland peacefully.

“She’s asleep I think.” Jimin touched namjoons shoulder. “Want me to move so you can lay her down?”

“No it’s okay, I don’t want to disturb her.” Namjoon refused, leaning back to give himself more room.

“That was definitely different, she’s never gone into a submissive headspace like that before. At least not with me.” Hoseok spoke up, leaning against the wall. “Jimin?”

Jimin pursed his lips together, rethinking all the times there had ever been a scene between the two of you before shaking his head. “She’s never been like that before whenever we have gotten into a scene, yes she has her moments of being in a submissive space but never to that extent and never that fast.”

“It’s not like it’s a bad thing.” Tae smiled, head resting on Jungkooks shoulder. “Right?”

“It’s not bad I’ve seen people fall harder and faster but it’s more so the reasoning for it, you weren’t extremely dominant with her and it didn’t become sexual. Sometimes entering a submissive space isn’t caused by pleasure it can be caused by stress, those who have fallen into submissive headspace can often use that place to keep them grounded or even relaxed if they are experiencing stress or going through a stressful situation. I think the emotions that come along with the rules being lifted for 24 hours only have her all the more reason to submit.”

“Let’s let her sleep until dinner, call me if she wakes up.” Seokjin didn’t wait for a response before turning towards the kitchen Yoongi following behind him.

—-

“Baby?” You felt yourself shaking lightly, pulling you from the dream you had just been living in. “You gotta wake up petal dinner is ready.”

“Jin?” You mumbled, reaching for the man. The absence of namjoons body against yours left you feeling cold. “Did I sleep long?”

He wrapped an arm around you, helping you sit up. “No, only about thirty minutes give or take. How are you feeling?”

You took his hand, steadying yourself as you stood. Still sleepy you chose to rest your head against his shoulder earning a light chuckle from you. “M’ okay. Not feeling like that anymore”

“It was an adorable sight to see,” Seokjin replied, a hand rubbing up and down your back. “

You groaned wanting to throw yourself back on the couch to sleep. “Food.”

“Sure sweet girl let’s go get you some food.” It felt good to be like this with him, this natural feeling to your conversation and actions with one another. “Jimin said he wanted to tell you something.”

You nodded towards seokjin, thanking him for waking you before taking a spare seat between Jimin and Namjoon. “Feeling better?” Jimin leaned in, questioning with a smirk.

You pushed him lightly, embarrassment seeping in. “Shut up.”

“Wow someone woke up feisty.” Hoseok laughed, passing you the salad bowl. You lightly snatched it out of his hand, sticking your tongue out. You ignored his teasing as you turned to Jimin.

“Seokjin said you had something to say?” You raised an eyebrow, cutting into the steak on your plate.

“I asked Sejin if we could do the date on Wednesday, it wouldn’t interrupt with your time to be with everyone else. He said it was okay as long as you were fine with it.” He explained, filling your glass with water. “You should enjoy this time.”

Despite your grogginess and the mild irritation seeping through your bones at the teasing happening just across the table, you felt so much love and pride that these were the people you’d found yourself falling in love with. Kind-hearted and considerate.

A shy smile melted across your face, eyes softening at him. “Thank you. Seriously Jimin, that means so much to me.”

“Don’t thank me for that, there are many things you could thank me for but now that. I wish you could have us all the time. How does it really feel?” He asked, his question quite in comparison to the chatter around you.

You held the food close to your mouth, raising an eyebrow at him. “How does what feel?”

“The show, us, everything.” There was a weight to his question you were unsure if you liked.

“The show is fine, there are moments I find myself questioning why we don’t all leave just to be rid of the rules but I think the time we get with one another and of course ending the prize keeps us all here. With us I feel good, happy, I think we all have concerns about the future but apart from that I’m okay.”

He looked over you, as though hoping to deduce whether or not you were being truthful, eventually, he nodded. “I’m always here for you.”

You once again thanked him, looking down at your plate to prevent an onslaught of unwanted tears at his sudden and unexpected affection. You thanked the gods when his attention returned to his food as he began talking to Yoongi.

The meal passed quickly, everyone checking in with you now an again whenever their own conversation ended. You didn’t feel like talking much instead you opted to watch them all, Seokjin was in a heated debate with Hoseok about a game they had both played courtesy of Jungkook, eventually the younger threatening to delete their progress if they didn’t stop. It was endearing how despite being the youngest Jungkook still carried an aura of maturity to him. Namjoon had given his opinion a few times on the conversation between yoongi, taehyung and Jimin. Namjoon had asked Yoongi what it was like to be a gynaecologist and exactly why he had chosen that career, it led to yoongi explaining his entire university experience with Jimin and Taehyung asking questions in between their completely obvious game of footsies.

**The outside world wasn’t perfect, you knew that. You’d had many fights with your parents over the years about your choices at school, choosing to take art with a desire to make beautiful things in the world. Eventually, they had grown to be accepting of your “outward” choices. You found a knack for nudity, the rawness that came from seeing something in its natural element. Once or twice you’d found yourself modelling for art classes, though you’d never tell your parents that. Being an only child wasn’t easy, it was definitely lonely growing up but your parents did whatever they could to keep you entertained, they gave you everything they had and then some. You remember the conversations your mother would have with you about finding someone who brought you the same happiness you felt then, who respected you and loved you as much as they did. It was at that moment, your eyes darting from face to face you realised you’d done just that. You’d found people you could call family. **

The night passed rarely quickly, you’d offered to help clean up only to be told that Jungkook would bare the task tonight after losing a game of rock paper scissors with Hoseok. The game you once found no meaning in had become a staple for resolving issues or making decisions, although you did notice how wrong that could lead things to being. You’d enjoyed watching them all, you had laughed so much at one point after Namjoon had snorted water out of his nose when Taehyung had joked and said his cock was showing through a hole in his pants. All in all the night was perfect.

Hoseok followed through on his promise of you all sleeping in the same room in a makeshift bed, limbs entwined with one another, soft kisses and rough groping and light moans shared between you all. The day had been exhausting with the tasks earlier and then the sudden slip into sub-space. Sleep was well welcomed, and everyone slowly fell into a comforting quietness.

You once again heard sweet whispers of “goodnight.” In your ear just as the curtains of sleep converted you.

The morning started off with a bang, literally. To be more specific it started off with a very tired Namjoon knocking off 4 glasses from the shelf in an attempt to get some water. You’d all jumped up, fright and various stages of panic set across your faces as you all run to check what had happened only to be met with Namjoon shouting “Be careful, there’s glass.”

“What- who? Namjoon?” Seokjin stuttered, eyes flickering from the shards on the floor to the open cupboard. “How.”

“Well, Hyung I tried to reach back for the glass I like but then when I was pulling it out one fell and then I tried to catch the others but that led to me dropping the one I liked and then I tried to catch that one which meant all the others fell. I’m sorry it was an accident.” There was an immaturity to Namjoons clumsiness but it was something you found endearing. He was a gentle giant with no perception of his surroundings. “I’ll clean it up.” He offered shyly, about to move before Yoongi shouted to him.

“Don’t, wait there do not move.” He rushed to the door, grabbed some slippers, throwing them to Namjoon who just about caught them. “Put them on and step over here, mind the glass as much as you can. Hobi get the broom and find something to sweep it into. Everyone else go and sit in the living room, watch the floor for any shards that may have flown across the room.”

It took ten minutes before yoongi had finished cleaning up the mess, you all dispersed, heading off to brush your teeth and freshen up before returning to the living room where yoongi had been waiting waving a hand in disregard at Namjoons countless apologies. “It’s fine it’s all clean now just be careful in case of any stray shards.”

“Thanks for cleaning it Hyung. Jimin passed him a smile before winning at you.”

“There’s only one good way to spend this day.” Taehyung stood, rushing to pull yoongi to the couches.

Jimin leant forward, resting his arms on his legs. “And what’s that pup?”

“An orgy.”

“I’m in.” Jungkook responded with no hesitation, standing up as if almost to volunteer.

“I don’t see why not.” Seokjin added, nudging yoongi who sat back with a smirk across his lips, eyes twisting to something filled with lust.

Namjoon coughed, pressing his palms together. “What do you think YN?”

“I want you all. Maybe that makes me greedy but I don’t want to waste a second of this day.”

“Hobi?” You turned, facing the one who had been quietest throughout the whole discussion.

“Only if jimin goes down on me.” He laughed, a bright smile across his face however you could tell he was serious. “Are you in?”

“Please you couldn’t even last, let’s make it a real bet. I make you cum in 5 minutes and you don’t fuck anyone for a week. I lose and I’ll not fuck anyone but YN for a week.”

“Doesn’t really seem fair.” Hoseok smirked, his eyebrows raising as he seemed to have come up with another idea. “You’ll have ruined orgasms an entire week.”

“Fine whatever, not like I’m going to lose anyway.” Jimin squared his shoulders, almost as if promising he would be the lone survivor of another crazy bet.

Jungkook broke the tension as he threw down a pillow, raising a fist. “May the best cock win.”

“Jungkook no.” Yoongi laughed, the younger boy jumping from his spot only to wrap himself around the other man.

“Or what?” The younger teased, picking up the pillow from the floor. You watched as he swayed his hips at the doctor who only tightened his grip on the couch. “I don’t see you doing anything Hyung.”

“Jungkook.” Yoongis's voice was laced with an unspoken demand, it was always interesting and extremely hot to watch the little moments where they would fight for dominance considering you lived in a house with seven others you didn’t see it half as much as you would have liked to.

“I want Jinnie.” You called out, the older man’s attention on you within an instant, his body colliding with you as his lips devoured you as though he was starved. His hands were firm on your hips keeping you still as you tried to press against him.

“Let’s get these clothes out of the way baby girl, I want to see you.” He mumbled against you, barely waiting for a nod before pulling your shirt over your head, your shorts following Instantly.

He pulled you back towards the couch, pulling down his own pants before taking a seat on it, you climbed on top of him, aligning his cock with your entrance.

You dug your nails into his shoulders as you slid onto his cock, his length filling you up. Your cunt stretched around his bulging cock. “Fuck you’re so perfect.”

You giggled at the compliment. “Says the literal Angel.”

“Darling if you keep complimenting me like that I’m going to “

You began riding him before he could finish his sentence, he pulled you closer, kissing you as you continued riding him. “Fuck you feel so fucking good.” He groaned, his head thrown back allowing you to leave marks up his neck.

You felt a hand in your hand pulling you back, their hand tangled in your hair. You were met with a dark-eyed yoongi. “Keep riding him.”

The command was short but it only encouraged you to grind down, riding your hips in circles as Yoongi kissed you. “Open your mouth.”

You opened your mouth, Seokjin groaning as he watched Yoongi spit into your mouth.

“Come here,” Seokjin grunted, pulling you toward his mouth. You knew what he was doing, both of you kissed tasting yoongi between you.

“Hyung.” You heard taehyung call. You turned to look, watching as taehyung fell to his knees, eagerly taking Yoongis cock down his throat. Yoongis moans and curses only turned you on more, your pussy tightening around seokjins cock.

Jin tapped your leg. “Fuck get up baby. On your hands and knees.”

You moved around, climbing onto the couch on your hands and knees, arching your back as much as possible to allow the man access to you.

You bit your lip as he slid in, his cock on the larger side making you feel stretched. “Let me hear you, baby.” He whispered in your ear, his body flush against your back as he thrusts up into you.

You pushed back against him, a growl spilling from his lips. “Fuck I love you, so perfect sweetheart, so good.”

You moaned at his sudden declaration, his cock pounding into you the lewd sounds of skin slapping echoing off the walls. “Love you my jinnie, oh- oh I’m –“

“You can hold on baby, not yet.” He grunted, pulling your hair back as he straightened up, mercilessly fucking into you as deep as possible. You felt your eyes roll back, feeling drunk from the pleasure, your body slumped the energy you had to hold yourself up drained.

You lay there for a few more seconds, incoherent mumbles and pleas slipping from your mouth hands reaching back to touch him, you felt as he slipped his hand into yours. Leaning forward once more to press kisses to your spine. “I’m going to cum.”

“Don’t…don’t pull out..” you whined, “wanna be full.”

“Whatever you want princess.” He chuckles, his voice low. He thrust a few more times before he fell forward, your orgasms hitting you at the same time. You shuffled around, managing to lay on your back as he rested between your tits. “You’re so beautiful, you did so good baby I’m so proud of you.” He whispered, his hand running up and down your tight as you watched everyone else.

Taehyung had been with Yoongi, the younger grinding down on the doctor's thigh. Lazy kisses are shared between them.

You watched as Hoseok sat on the couch beside you. Turning your attention to him as he called out a soft. “Come here.” .You shuffled over to him, legs still shaky from the orgasm Seokjin gave you. “Turn around. Let me look at you.”

You turned, facing away from him yelling as he landed an unsuspecting slap to your ass cheek, reaching down to rub the spot h before he gripped your wrist, pulling you towards him. “You look so pretty with my marks all over you. The perfect little slut.”

“Ugh- Hoseok.” You groaned out as his fingers came up to play with your nipples, alternating between pulling them and flicking them between his fingers. With a particular painful pinch, he leant closer to you. His lips right by your ear. “What was that darling?”

“Master.” You whispered, your hands squeezing his thighs as his fingers continued to tease your cunt. “Fuck please sir.”

“What’s your colour?” He asked, a moment of concern flashing over his face, only disappearing when you whine a desperate “green.”

“Tell me exactly what you want.” He rasped, his free hand coming to wrap around your throat,

Hoseok stilled your hips, essentially leaving you cock warming him as taehyung grabs your jaw, guiding your lips to his cock. “You’re going to take care of him, you’re going to stay still until he cums down your throat. If you move at all I’m going to tie you up and let everyone use you as their little glory hole for the next - well - however long they want to. After all, you love having cock in you, don’t you? In fact, that may make you a little too happy. Hm?” Hoseoks voice rasped against you, hand still firm on your chin as he suddenly thrusted into you, causing you to emit half a scream.

“Yn is so pretty for us isn’t she baby boy ?” You hear Jimin's voice sweet sounding but laced with a poison that only makes you want more, if you hadn’t known him well and been overly exposed to this side of him you’d think he was just being kind, reassuring, but from the way, Jungkooks eyes were half-lidded, his head lulling to the side as jimin continued draining his cock you could tell it was anything but kind, it was downright dangerous.

You were a little shocked to see Namjoon and Seokjin across the side of the room, seokjin underneath his younger as yoongi ran a hand through his hair, the therapist pulling seokjin to allow his back to rest against his chest whilst Namjoon continued to mark the elder, a trail of beautiful bruises already forming across his skin.

Taehyung tapped your cheek, bringing your attention back to his throbbing cock. “Open baby.”

You opened your mouth, letting your jaw go slack.

Taehyungs cock was massive, you could feel it hit the back of your throat despite the fact that half of his cock was still out of your mouth, despite your eyes watering you relaxed, breathing through your nose as you took the last of him. “Fuck your mouth is so perfect, makes my cock feel so good.” He groaned, a hand reaching to caress your hair.

Hoseok shifted underneath you, his cock massaging your walls causing you to clench around him. Utter pleasure rocked through your body as you jolted on Hoseoks cock as taehyung tucked your throat. “You’re finally being useful, taking cock so well. Maybe I’ll reward you and let you cum.” You did everything you could to restrain your hands, wanting so badly to bring yourself to the edge, the dominants filthy words going straight to your pussy.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could still see jimin and Jungkook, jimin had Jungkook pinned underneath him, Jungkooks bigger frame looking so much smaller under the man as he milked his cock. Jungkook fighting underneath him from overstimulation but still taking it all. “You’re such a good boy.” Jimin had whispered, “My perfect baby boy taking whatever I give him. So perfect, think you can cum again for me?”

Jungkook let out a desperate whine, shaking his head no. “Hyun- ah, jimin please, please it’s fuck it’s too much.” He groaned, knuckles white as he clenched his fists.

“Colour baby?” Jimin asked, slowing down his strokes to brush Jungkooks hair from his eyes. “Tell Hyung.”

Jungkook jerked up, hissing as Jimins thumb ran over the slit on his tip. “G-green Hyung.”

“You look so beautiful like this, maybe I should keep you like this all too myself. Take some pretty pictures of you? Maybe I’ll come on your little cam show and remind everyone you belong to me. Make them watch as I tease your pretty cock.” Jimin squeezed around the base of Jungkooks cock, his lips morphing into a sadistic grin. “Maybe I’ll see how sensitive your balls are, I could play with them whilst I leave your cock tied up to a vibrator, if you begged enough I’d even put one inside your ass.”

“Ngh, hyu- hyung- ah- I wanna be a good boy for you.” Jungkook was beautiful, he looked ethereal with tears streaming down his face from the overwhelming pleasure jimin was delivering to him. “Feels s-so good.”

“What do you say, baby?” Jimin teased. Moving to take the youngers nipple into his mouth.

Jungkooks back arched off the couch as jimin bit down on his nipple, his hand reaching to massage the cam boy's balls. “Than- thank you jiminie.” Jimin gave his nipple one last bite before pulling off. Trailing his tongue down Jungkooks torso.

“Such a polite boy. “ jimin murmured. “I want to cum inside of you.”

“Wa-want your cock. I’ll be good pl-please I want-“ Jungkook whined. “ please.”

Jimin had met a lot of submissives, Jimin had fucked a lot of submissives but there was something about Jungkook, something about the way he whined, the way he tried so hard to keep his hands to himself, how hard he tried to do exactly what was asked of him. He was perfect. “Fuck. You’re a fucking sight to see.”

“Turn around baby boy let me prep you.” Jimin helped Jungkook move, his legs unsteady from the continuous teasing not to mention the two orgasms Jimin had already ripped from him. “Such a beautiful ass, wanna see you dressed up for me darling.” Jimin massaged Jungkooks thighs, hand edging closer to his entrance.

Jimin stepped away, earning a protesting groan from Jungkook. “Just getting lube baby. Be patient.”

Jungkooks protest silenced, looking around the room at the other house members. Each of them entwined in some way, their own pleasure being chased through various means. He looked over to you, giving you a shy smile followed by a flirty wink, his body pushing back when he felt jimin behind him once again.

You couldn’t respond to Jungkook,, taehyung still fucking your throat. Hiis thrusts becoming sloppy. “Gonna-gonna cum.” Taehyung grunted. Hand-fisting your hair becoming painful but enjoyably so.

“Did I give you permission?” You whimpered at the question, despite it being directed towards Taehyung, the man tending as to prevent himself cunning as he shook his head no. “Ask me nicely and maybe I’ll let you.”

“P-please can I cum.” He mumbled, hand still lazily caressing your hair even though he was struggling to hold back, if you weren’t dripping with arousal you may have found the action cute.

“P-please can I cum.” Hoseok mocked, laughing. “Pathetic boy. Show me how well you can cum. Show YN just how much you enjoyed using her throat.”

Taehyung didn’t need to be told twice, with no more than five thrusts he was on the brink of cumming, just before you could prepare to swallow you were being pulled back. Taehyung almost cried at the ruined orgasm. “B-but.”

“Ah, no buts baby. You got to cum, didn’t you? Wasn’t that nice of me?” The dominant teased, smirking. Taehyung couldn’t say no, he couldn’t deny that he got to cum. “Would you prefer next time I keep you on edge?”

Taehyungs eyes went wide, head shaking in a panic. “No Sir, thank you.”

“Good boy, you did so well.” Hoseok smiled at him, hand running through his hair as Tae sat down beside him on the couch. “Now to take care of you, darling. Do you want me to fuck you or are you at your limit?”

“I’m okay just, no more teasing please.” You whined, grinding down on his cock.

He laughed. “Too needy. I spoil you too much.”

“You don’t spoil me enough Sir.” You teased, rocking your hips. “Please fuck me?”

“Whatever you want brat.” Hoseok hooked his arms around yours, keeping you stable as he began to slide his weeping cock in and out of your cunt.

You let yourself be dragged around like a rag doll. His grip was definitely tight enough to bruise but you didn’t care as you pushed back onto him every time he thrusted, his cock ramming against your happy again and again making your legs fail underneath you. Hoseok supported the entering of your weight as you both came to a climax. “Gonna cum.” You mumbled, the words barely coherent, an orgasm brimming for the second time. “Please.”

“Cum over my cock.” he gave one final thrust against your gspot. His fingers massaged your clit, you weren’t a screamer, nor were you a squirter but you became one as his teeth sank into your shoulder. His cock pulsing inside of your pussy as he cum. “That’s it, just like that.” He grunted, your orgasms both coming to an end as he slowly pulled out of you. A hand under your chest stops you from falling face-first onto the floor as your legs have out. “Can you stand for me, baby?”

You shook your head no. “Not after you and seokjin fucking me.”

“Ah yes, the two biggest cocks.” He laughed, guiding you to sit on the couch. “Taehyungie could you go and get a wet cloth for YN?”

You’d almost forgotten his presence, turning to look at the man, his face utterly relaxed. “Okay.”

“You did so good today darling you were so patient, I’ll miss our scenes together.” He frowned a little, making you smile.

“Only a few more weeks, besides I’m sure jimin will let you watch whenever he and I have one.” You knew what the comment would do to him, seeing his scowl you held your hands up half-heartedly in defence. “Kidding.”

“What am I going to do with you?” He half-panted, taking the wet cloth from taehyung and bringing it to clean you up.

“There’s definitely cum on the couch.” You heard yoongi mumbling, he was sprawled out on the floor, seokjin beside him. Your face flushed at the sight of them noticing your eyes lingering on them. Between all eight of you, there wasn’t a single piece of clothing in sight. Jimin and Jungkook sat across from you, Jungkook cradled in Jimins arms, both of them seemingly somewhere else.

Taehyung was right, an orgy was a great way to spend the day.

—————

“I wanted to talk to you all about something.” Jungkook mumbled, his eyes focused on the window as though he was too afraid to meet anyone’s gaze. The attention shifted to him instantly. “I was thinking about it actually.”

Everyone had gone to shower, you had the pleasure of sharing yours with Seokjin and Taehyung. Both men insisting on taking care of you, definitely a form of repayment for the way they temporarily affected your ability to walk. The rest of the day had been spent playing board games, light kisses being shared between everyone, the touching non-stop. The atmosphere was calm so Jungkooks urgent demeanour had you worried.

“What’s wrong baby?” Jimins voice was tired, clearly, the sex knocking out any residual energy he had. “Talk to us.”

“What if we live together after here? We worked well being here together I have some savings we could pitch in and get a place together somewhere equal to where you all work. I was thinking about moving to Seoul permanently, I couldn’t be without you all. I know it would take a lot of time and wouldn’t be an easy decision I don’t know maybe this is a ridiculously childish idea, tae is here, Namjoonie Hyung is here, hobi Hyung is here, YN is here, yoongi Hyung could move we could all help him, jimin Hyung could move too it would be perfect.”

“Kook that’s… big.” Yoongi breathed, arm tightening around jimin. “I think we would all really need to talk about it. Jimin what would you think about moving?”

Jimin shrugged, hand grazing through the maknaes hair. “I wouldn’t be opposed to it I’d have to find work here but I wouldn’t be opposed. My life in Busan seems small compared to what we all have here.”

“I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to look at jobs around here, Hyung do you have any contacts here in Seoul?” Yoongi shifted to face Seokjin who was sitting with a grim across his red raw lips.

“I do, a few actually. I could pass you their contact information.”

“Hobi what do you think?” You sat up, looking at the man who had been quiet throughout the whole exchange.

“Well you all know I’m aro so I don’t see-“

His words are cut off by taehyung placing a hand across his mouth abruptly, slightly shocking the man. “If you say something like “I don’t see why you’d want me there” I will make sure no one has sex with you for the rest of the time here. You are just as much a part of us as Namjoon Hyung or Yoongi Hyung. Whether it’s romantic or not you have just as much of an invitation as everyone else here does. This is your choice too.”

“Oh.” The dominant breathed, a rand running over his face as though to refresh himself, he sat for a few minutes eyes filtering from one body to the next before he smiled, nodding. “I wouldn’t mind it, besides having roommates would be kind of fun.”

“YN?” Taehyung called tentatively, reaching to wrap your hand in his. “What do you think pretty?”

You blushed at the unfamiliar pet name, your cheeks a light hue of red. “I want you all, maybe I’m spoiled but if we could all be together in one house like this for as long as we stay together I’d love that. It would be just like this without the cameras.”

“So what does this mean? Are we officially in a relationship and planning to move in?”

You show a look to Hoseok who seemed to frown slightly at the mention of being in a relationship. “How about we don’t call it that.”

“What do you mean?” Namjoon asked, eyebrows pinched.

You shook your head laughing. “Let’s not call it a relationship, we all have our own dynamics with each other but we are all entwined like some old tree with a thousand branches. I think we would need a week of planning to officially label everything between each and every one of us so why don’t we call it something else? Something inclusive.”

“I think that sounds better, we aren’t just a relationship, we also have Hoseok-ah to consider.” Seokjin spoke up, his words were always filled with care for those around him whilst simultaneously being filled with knowledge and understanding.

“What about affinity? We could say we are in an affinity.” Yoongi supplied, some smiles being traded across the room.

“Why affinity?” Jungkook questioned, head resting against Jimin's shoulder.

Jimin kisses his hair. His hand linking their fingers as he began to explain. “Affinity has a beautiful definition, it is a word used to say you have a deep understanding of someone, a similarity and a kinship to them. It’s basically the description of a bond without labelling it as such.”

“I like that.” He breathed, eyes closing before opening them again as though he has remembered something important. “You’re all mine though.”

“Even you my hobi Hyung.” He giggled, reaching a foot out to touch the other's leg.

“Move your weird toes from me right now.” He shouted, arms waving as Jungkook sunk down further, toes reaching across as far as he could.

“What’s the matter Hyung it’s just feet. I pegged you as a foot kink man.” Jimin giggled, everyone, pausing at the honorific before turning back to a mildly disturbed Hoseok.

“Shut up jimin, Jungkook move if you want to keep your toes.”

“Jin Hyung where is your knife.” He shouted, tramping towards the kitchen before yoongi could grab his waist, pulling him onto the pile of pillows beside him. “Calm down there sunshine let’s not decapitate anyone’s toes today.”

Hoseok shot him a glare as if to say he would be next if he didn’t stop talking. Yoongi laughed, muffling it with a cough. “Well then, affinity it is.”

“I love you all so much.” You brushed away the tears dampening your cheek, happiness overwhelming you. A few “I love yous.” Resounded back followed by a few kisses shared between different bodies. Hoseok looking content but also out of place. You shuffled closer to him as he removed himself from between Seokjin and Yoongi. You reached out your hand, just enough for him to wrap his little finger around yours and with that you spoke a silent promise.

You’d do whatever you could to keep them all happy.

You were more than content watching them break off into their own smaller conversations as you all set up for the night in the makeshift bed. Thankful for jimins suggestion to recreate the bed from the night before. You didn’t know how long you’d watched them for but your eyes became droopy, their voices guiding you into a blissful sleep.

Jimin and Jungkook watched you drift off, arms and legs a tangled heap. “How was it today baby?” Jimin turned to Jungkook, his fingers drawing patterns on the cam Boys thigh.

The younger sat, contemplating the entirety “Good, was a lot but good.”

“That makes me happy to hear, you were really serious about wanting us all weren’t you bun?” Jimin smiled, his eyes bright.

Jungkook blushed, nodding. “I just really love you all. I still want to get to know everyone. Even you Hyung.”

“What if you tell me something about you and I’ll tell you something about me? We can start learning right now.” Jimin offered, earning a pleased look from Jungkook.

“I really like toe socks,” Jungkook responded wholeheartedly, as though it was his biggest secret. Jimin couldn’t help but stifle a laugh, lightly pushing the younger.

“THAT’S your thing? I might just have to call it all off now, that’s definitely a deal breaker.” Jimin loved to tease, especially when it made the man he had begun to love smile like that. “They are actually good for you. I would say my thing is” he paused, wanting to give something equal to Jungkooks revelation. “If I ever have a bad day, I always drink hot chocolate.”

“If you ever seem sad I’ll make you one, I make good hot chocolates.” Jungkook smiled storing the fact away for when it was most necessary. “One more?” He raised an eyebrow, only continuing to talk once jimin has nodded. “I love being a cam boy but I also want to do more, something mentally.” Jungkook confessed. Jimin could understand that.

“I love being a porn star but I want to find what else there is in the world, I want to grow.” He had the same feeling, wanting to do something that didn’t require his body, not that he didn’t enjoy his work and held no embarrassment over it, in fact, he was fiercely proud but he always wanted to find what else in the world would be good for him.

“Maybe we can find things together?” Jungkook mumbled, hand reaching up to play with Jimins hair.

“I’d like that.” Jimin smiled, leaning down to break the space between them to give the younger a kiss, relishing in the small whimper Jungkook let out when he bit down on his lip. “Let’s get sleep baby boy.”

“Goodnight Hyung.”

“Goodnight jungkookie.”

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Yoongi hated being woke up, Yoongi hated being waken up at 3 am, Yoongi hated being waken up by 3 am by a half-naked Jimin, although that may have been more so because of the fact he was far too tired to fully appreciate the youngers body.

“What jimin,” Yoongi grumbled, burying his head into another pillow.

He could have used that said pillow to hit the other when he grabbed his arm pulling him away from the comforts of the makeshift floor bed. “I need to talk to you Hyung.”

“Can't it wait until the morning?” Yoongi sighed, still following the dominant hand in hand.

“Nope.” Jimin popped his lips, the sound definitely would have gone straight to yoongis dick if he wasn’t half asleep.

Once they were both safely inside Yoongi's bedroom jimin pulled him to sit on the bed. “Are you really thinking about moving?”

Yoongi shrugged. “I don’t see why not, I love Daegu but I love being with you all too.”

“Hyung,” Jimin called out, his hand reaching to touch Yoongis fingers before retreating. “You’re more reserved, not reserved but you, you show your love differently and it’s, I guess sometimes I feel lonely in that.”

“You aren’t lonely jimin-ah we are all here for you. If there’s something you need to talk about we will all listen.” Yoongi reassured him, his own hand edging closer to the other. “Talk to Hyung.”

Jimin stirred for a moment, he liked that. Weirdly, he liked how that felt. “I wouldn’t have much in Seoul. All my clients are around Busan. What if this doesn’t work outside of here and I take that step and it falls apart?”

Yoongi sat for a moment, breath heavy. “We can’t tell the future but sometimes things have to start with a simple step. You don’t lose things by loving you lose things by not taking risks. Getting into the prom industry definitely wasn’t easy right?” Yoongi paused giving Jimin a chance to respond, which he did with a nod. “That’s my point, you took a chance and it worked out well for you. If you find there’s something you want to do more then you should go for that too. We don’t ever grow by limiting ourselves to one thing forever, taking risks is a part of life, it’s a part of humans. We will fail and succeed but every attempt is worth it.”

Jimin didn’t realise just how much he needed to hear that, just how much the words would hit him where he was most needing it but it did, the porn industry allowed you to meet tons of people, people you would get intimate with and people you wouldn’t but very rarely was there any personal connection. He hadn’t realised how lonely he become until he was surrounded by people who cared for him, knew him, wanted him. Not just for a scene or a chance at getting known in the community but wanted him for him.

Before Yoongi could process the situation Jimin was lunging forward, pulling him into a hug. A small sob spilt from his lips as he whispered “Thank you Hyung.”

Yoongi had never heard Jimin cry, he had never had to hug him like this. He pulled the younger away, wiping his tears from his soft cheeks. Yoongi didn’t know jimin deeply but he loved him, he loved him the way he loved seokjin or the way he loved YN. Yoongi loved jimin enough to bring his hand to cup his face, pulling him closer to him. Jimin whined lightly as yoongi kissed him with all the energy he could muster. “Let Hyung take care of you.”

“Okay. Hyung can take care of me.” Jimin rasped, falling back into the bed, his elder there to catch him. Yoongi would always be there to catch Jimin, to catch all of them.

This was his family.

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ghoul. — (addition)

[THIRD INSTALMENT OF GHOUL SERIES : ADDITION]

"Appeal for a rejection."

or

You were added into Yoongi’s Q Squad and Jimin badly hated it.

pairing : yoongi x reader x jimin (a particle of yoonmin interaction)

rating : M

genre : tokyo ghoul au, soulmate au

disclaimer : this story is a work of fiction. descriptions of the BTS members in this story do not reflect nor portray them in real life. everything in this story only fits in imagination and does not apply outside of imagination.

warning : the action of cutting flesh, blood.

word count : 2.4k+

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note from winter 💌 :

THIS ISNT A DRILL ; RARE SIGHT OF JIMIN BLUSHING !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! bye

honestly, idk if i hate or love yoongi in this. i just 🧍 i be writing him down but boy im giggling and shii while doing so. am i in love with him or what 🫤

yeah…

i realised too, after starting ghoul series, im starting to write in a faster pace 📝 dk if it’s a good or bad thing but rejoice while it lasts.

yoongi and jimin interaction with oc is the weirdest thing in this chapter idk idc why i wrote it down

💌 what is winter listening to? : rewind by twice.

📝 if you want to know more about this au, you can refer to this post! any other question you can refer to me <3

dedication : my thirst for yoonmin

            Another day of drowning oneself in work. Another day as an Investigator of Special Case. Another dull day in the life of Min Yoongi, but maybe today was about to be a day worth the extra effort he put into waking up, getting ready, walking down the same path to KCCG, and working.

             As per usual, Yoongi turned on his PC and made his way to the small pantry at the corner of his room to brew himself a cup of coffee. He remembered how the very corner of his office was just an empty space, but you had proposed to Jungkook to establish a personal pantry at each investigator’s office.

             Honestly, that might be the best proposition you had come up with because Yoongi himself wouldn’t want to cramp himself in a pantry that was not even as big as his office and not every floor has a pantry. The thought of interacting with another creature irked him.

             Plus, KCCG was an edifice.

             Yoongi walked back to his desk which he didn’t even bother to clean up. It was messy because it was scattered in its place. His desk was pretty much similar to yours: filled with paperwork even though neither the two of you were a bureau investigator.

             Settling himself comfortably on his seat with a cup of freshly brewed coffee in his hand, his free hand reached for the computer mouse and dragged it until the cursor on the screen reached the destination, the mail.

             First thing first before Yoongi started his work, he would always check his emails.

             Once the screen loaded, his emails never failed to impress him. He received more than five hundred emails every day, but of course, to make his life much easier, KCCG included a priority function when sending emails within the organisation.

             Hence, immediately he clicked on the ‘High Priority’ folder with the striking bold red exclamation mark.  

             “Addition to Q Squad.” the title read. That unconsciously made his brow lift.

             From Chief Director of Division 1, Kim Namjoon. Of course, his soulmate.

             Skipping all the formal opening and greeting, the email read as below:

             Leader : Investigator of Special Class, Min Yoongi.

             Existing Members : Associate Investigator of Special Class, Kim Seokjin, First Class Investigator(s), Lalisa, Kim Jisoo.

             New Addition : Associate Investigator of Special Class, Jeon (Y/N) Kishou.

             Yoongi scoffed boringly but a muscle was quick to twitch hence a smirk found its way to tug on the corner of his lips.

             The clock had just hit 7:30 A.M. and the email had a carbon copy sent to one of his favourite soulmates. Yoongi leaned in his leather chair comfortably. Sipping his coffee with a little too much excitement in his veins.

             The extra effort was worth it surely.

             One,

             Two,

             Three.

             The door was slammed open, and it was the very person he was expecting for.

             Jimin.

             “Oh, Jimin,” his eyes widened a bit, as he gasped as if not expecting his soulmate. “To what do I owe the pleasure of having you here first thing in the morning?”

             “Appeal.” Jimin said coolly.

             “Appeal what exactly?” Yoongi feigned cluelessness.

             “You’ve read the email, Min Yoongi.” The fire behind Jimin’s eyes made the older excited. Jimin gave him a frosty look as he enunciated. “Appeal. For. Rejection.”

             Yoongi frowned foolishly followed by a shrug. “I have no reason to reject (Y/N) to be in my team.” He has.

             “Oh, you sure do,” Jimin started to saunter around the room. “Reason number one being you can’t even be anywhere with her presence for more than 30 minutes before you quickly find an excuse to leave. Two, you hate her, she hates you. Three, you guys avoid each other.”

             Jimin strode towards Yoongi’s desk, hands on it. With his voice thick with mockery, he announced the last reason. “Lastly, you can’t handle her.”

             Yoongi looked unimpressed.

             Or at least he tried to look unimpressed.

             Taking a sip of his coffee, he groaned when the rich flavour reached the back of his throat. He propped an arm on the desk and rested his chin on it.

             Aloofly, he spoke. “One, 30 minutes is the time I allocated for every meeting except for our soulmates. Two, I have never verbally told anyone and her I hate her, nor have I ever heard her verbally announcing her hatred towards me to anyone or me. Three, we don’t. I just met her three days ago.”

             Yoongi then propped his other arm on the table as well and connected his fingers. “Lastly, it’s you who can’t handle her.” With a mocking smile. “Or else why would she be handed over to someone else aka me, hmm?”

             “Don’t blame others for your incompetency.” The smile was gone, and every trace of excitement vanished and was replaced with his cold, deadly stare.

             “You don’t know anything, Yoongi.” Jimin narrowed his eyes at him. “Don’t run your mouth about something you have zero knowledge of.”

             “That’s why I’m saying things only I, and I only, have knowledge of.”

             “You’re infuriating.” He groaned.

             “I know that.” Yoongi acknowledged with a shrug. He raised from his seat and made his way, again, to the pantry to make himself another cup of coffee. With a very dismissive tone, he told Jimin. “Now, will you excuse yourself? I need to welcome my new team member.”

             “Fuck you.” Jimin chided.

             Yoongi was quick to retort. “I’d rather fuck your arse.”

             “You–”

             The door was pushed open. Jimin’s remark was cut off. His face was heating up and Yoongi resumed making his coffee without care.

             The second person Yoongi has been expecting.

             “Good…” Your greeting was stuck on the tip of your tongue when you saw Jimin in your new mentor’s office. He looked like he didn’t expect you to be here too. But what could be done? Namjoon sent you an email this morning informing your new placement in another squad. Specifically speaking, Yoongi’s squad: Q Squad.

             “Good morning, (Y/N).” Yoongi greeted you which was, by the way, extremely out of character. He even looked your way.

             You immediately bowed and redo your greeting. “Good morning, Investigator Min.”

             Your new mentor then raised his eyebrow at your former mentor. “Well, Jimin, what are you waiting for? This is your cue to leave.”

             Jimin’s right eye twitched uncontrollably but a smirk found its way to his plump lips. With a controlled voice, he managed out a “As you wish, Min.” and spread the paperwork on Yoongi’s desk into an even messier mess which the older stared at in horror.

             Petty and childish…

             As he passed by you, you expressed your valediction with a bow. “Have a good day, Investigator Pa–”

             Jimin grabbed you by the forearm and dragged you out with him.

             Before getting dragged out of the office completely, you saw your mentor’s horrified expression was replaced with his casual smirk.

             Why does he have to be so unreadable?

             “Investigator Park–!” You tried to pull back your arms. Although you knew it was a futile effort, it didn’t hurt to try.

             Jimin halted, resulting you to bump into his hard chest instead of his back as he had spun very quickly. His hands snaked around your waist, holding you close to him. Realising your face and his face might be in close proximity, you tried to at least pull back your head to create some distance.

             “Say my name.”

             You frowned and accidentally met his eyes. Quickly turning away to break the eye contact, you tried to wiggle your way out of his arms. “What–”

             His hand found its way to your neck, putting on light pressure. You knew he hated it when you avoid eye contact. He and Jungkook were like that. Face hard with a low voice and hint of annoyance, Jimin repeated. “Say. My. Name.”

             Your eyes flickered at his voice, but your mouth was quick to comply. “J–Jimin…”

             “Good girl.” His thumb found its way to your lips. He smudged your lipstick and dragged it a little out of place. Your hands were frozen. Jimin then brought his thumb and smudge the lipstick stain on his own lips. “Now, let’s meet Namjoon to switch you back into my team.”

             “Switch who back into your team?” Namjoon

             Eyes widening, you pushed Jimin away to get out of this compromising position. “Director Kim, Jeon.” You immediately bowed and greeted them.

             “I want (Y/N) back in my team again.” Jimin declared with all seriousness.

             “No.” Director Kim declined curtly.

             That seemed to twitch a muscle in Jimin’s jaw, but he kept his cool and continued. “And why is that?”

             “Hmm, let’s see,” Namjoon feigned pondering. “Experimenting?”

             “Stop this crap and switch her back into my team, Namjoon.”

             “Is that an order, Jimin?” He glared down at the younger. His voice was deep with authority. “Do I take order from you?”

             “Hyung.” Jungkook’s voice finally joined the conversation. He was referring to Namjoon.

             The higher Director didn’t need to turn around to catch what Jungkook was intending to say. “I have a reason for this sudden change. It was not done for fun. It was done with careful observation and procedure.”

             “Pray tell me the reason.”

             “Your latest training session with the Associate Investigator of Special Class, (Y/N).”

             Your body went rigid.

             “What’s wrong with it?”

             “I received complaints from Investigator Mingyu, Special Class, and Investigator Xu Minghao, First Class, that stated the same thing in which you had disturbed their scheduled training session with (Y/N),” he let out a heavy sigh before adding, “I know Jungkook was involved as well. Temporary restraining order has been put on him by me to refrain him from engaging with (Y/N) in any activity unless in public view.”

             He continued. “You, however, were not given any restraining order because Jungkook insisted on taking the full blame, but I would hate it to let an accomplice get away freely,” Namjoon turned his gaze towards you. “That’s why I decided to remove (Y/N) from your team.”

             He returned his gaze to Jimin. He could see the younger was burning with anger, it was detectable although Jimin was as great as Jungkook in using the art of concealment. They were soulmates, after all.

             “Fret not,” Namjoon reassured. “You can do an appeal to request (Y/N) back into your team when Min Yoongi fucked up.”

             Jimin was powerless in this situation. He knew. No matter how shit arsehole Min Yoongi was, he was not one to fuck up anything. Q Squad is the leading counter-ghoul squad in KCCG. Min Yoongi was known for his excellent skills individually and collectively. Each week, his team report was always the most impressive followed by Jimin’s team.

             “Investigator (Y/N), you may return back to Yoongi’s quarter and proceed with your first team mission in your new team.” Namjoon dismissed you with a smile. His dimple poked through his cheeks. Your heart fluttered against your will. “I expect a good result by the end of the week.”

             “Yes, I won’t disappoint you, Director Kim.” Bowing your way out, you walked back to Yoongi’s office. Along the way, you fought the strong urge to turn around because you felt the stares. For one, you knew it has to be Jimin’s.

             Knocking on the door, you called out his name before coming in, headfirst. “Investigator Min?”

             He has already started with his pile of paperwork. The room reeked of coffee from the amount of coffee he had consumed, and it was just 2 hours into the day. You stepped into the room and walked towards his desk.

             “Oh, (Y/N),” Yoongi finally looked up from his paperwork and at you, but confusion was quick to wear itself on his face.

            Shamelessly, he asked. “You just finished making up with Jimin?”

             “Wha– No!” A blush crept up to your cheeks as you realised why he asked that.

             Jimin smudged your lips a little while ago.

             Flustered, you quickly looked for the handkerchief in your coat. You remembered you had placed it inside one of the pockets this morning. Excusing yourself as you continued rummaging in your coat for the piece of fabric.

              When you finally felt the soft fabric of your handkerchief on your fingertips, before you could even grab it out of your pocket, a piece of soft cloth reached over to your lips, wiping off your lipstick.

             “Took you so long to even find a handkerchief,” Yoongi said aloofly.

             “I–I apologise,” your eyes looked at anything but his pale face.

             Min Yoongi was a beautiful man. His porcelain skin was soft, his eyes dark almost to the colour of black, and his dark raven hair that looked soft and fluffy. He was like a doll.

             A killer doll.

             When encountering the ghouls, Yoongi was nothing per the delicate description, especially with all the blood on his hands and some that splattered on his face.

             His duality was insane.

             “Give me your hand.” Yoongi called on you.

             A look of confusion was clear on your face, but he ignored it as he showed his palm, signalling you to put your hand on his. You obliged without any question.

             Yoongi took out something from his pocket and in a blink of an eye, blood was drawn from one of your fingers. The pain finally registered in your brain as you shrieked and tried to pull back your hand.

             He wasn’t letting you.

             The pain was not very intense but maybe it would leave a deep wound cut. Instead of putting pressure or even bothering to be concerned, Yoongi brought your bloody finger to your lips. He dabbed your blood from your finger to your lips.

             “That’s more natural, isn’t it?” Sadism shone in his eyes.

             You were unable to do anything.

             Yet again.

             As if you were under a spell, you were frozen against your will.

             Once Yoongi finished his little game, he released your hand carelessly. The handkerchief in your pocket was immediately retrieved and you put it over your bloody finger along with some pressure to stop further spill of blood.

             Only now you realised he had cut your finger with his folding knife.

             Yoongi brought the sharp metal to his mouth. Lips parting apart, he placed the knife on the pad of his tongue as he let the blood – your blood – transfer to his tongue. The wet muscle continued to glide on the knife until it was clean of your blood.

             “Welcome to Q Squad. Get ready for mission in 4th ward.”

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Broken Glock 06: The Ending - JHS (M)

Pairing: Mafia King!Hoseok X Assistant!Reader (ft. other members) Side Yoonmin

Summary: 

Hoseok is cold hearted, that's what everyone says. He is made of stone, no emotion runs through his veins, everyone believes it. Everyone but you. Because you have seen concern in his eyes and felt warmth in his touches. You have seen the real him, someone he doesn't acknowledge to be. And that's what has made you fall for him even though you believe you are nothing but a paid employee to him. But the reality is different. You're the only one that makes Hoseok a sane human being, he loves you with all of his heart, so much so that now he has started pushing you away from him to keep you protected from any harm. But will you two survive without each other? What if you can't? And what if you won't? 

Theme: Smut, Angst, mutual pining, and fluff 

Word count: 4,115

Warnings: Strong language, mentions of alcohol consumption, protected sex.

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A/N: So, the series ends here. Sorry that I am late to update, I was feeling way too lazy. But here it is. However, the epilogue is still yet to release, which will be released someday (Idk when).

My new series is on the way tho! :)

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Currently you are very disappointed, not in yourself but your very new boss turned boyfriend Jung Hoseok. The last time you saw him was Friday, when he fucked you in his office then confessed to you and then dropped you home with a goodnight kiss and a little, "see you on Monday" promise. On Saturday you received only one text from him that too was a good night message. And that's all. Even though you are dating for the first time in your 24 years of life, at least you know how things go between lovers for the first few months or at least a week. But there was hardly any similarity in your case. You refrained from calling or texting him since you have no-average boyfriend and you don't know when he is in a Mission or whatever it is they call it.

Right now it's lunch time and you waited for a message from him asking you to have lunch together. But again, you are disappointed. Not Hoseok but Jimin appears soon, and gains your attention with a knock on your desk. You stand up immediately and give him a pleasant smile, mirroring his.

"Have you had your lunch already or have you not gone yet?" Jimin asks.

"I was just about to go." You reply smiling at him.

"I am going to the bibimbap house across the street. Wanna join?" Jimin gives you one of his blinding smiles and you can't help pushing away all of your disturbing thoughts with an affirmative nod.

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"Congratulations.." Jimin says suddenly before taking a spoonful of his pork bibimbap.

"For what?" You enquire him tilting your head to the side, being confused about his sudden greetings.

"On getting the notorious mafia King on his knees for you." Jimin says casually as your eyes get wide, which makes him chuckle. "I mean congratulations on finally getting together, you two."

"Oh… yeah. Did he tell you… all?" You ask, to which Jimin nods.

"So, now it's only me who is rejected." Jimin says trying to be humorous but you don't budge. You keep a somber face and he stops chuckling.

"You know you can talk to me, Jimin." You say putting your hand on his as he gulps down his food and releases a sigh, "but I will never force you into it. You can tell me once you are comfortable enough." You complete.

"Hoseok hyung is brave, Y/N. He was at least capable of making his final choice. Some people are too afraid even to give their feelings some acknowledgement, even when the person standing on the other end is ready to risk it all." Jimin covers his face with his palm and sighs loudly.

You don't wanna be pushy. You don't wanna pry in his personal life but you can't help your curiosity and genuine worry for him. So you ask, "if I am not wrong, it's Mr. Min…. Isn't it?"

It seems as if Jimin got an electric shock as he quickly removes his hand from his face and looks at you with wide blown out pupils.

"Ho-how do you know?" Jimin asks.

"I am very observant Jimin. I knew it the day they left for Gwangju and we left for court. His expression said it all." You reply.

Jimin scoffs, "does he even have an expression on his face? He wears that famous Min Yoongi blank expression all the damn time."

"But he was clearly jealous of you and me talking to each other casually…. Just like Hoseok." You reply, hinting him about the things you managed to understand.

Jimin just lets out a sad chuckle in reply and returned his attention to the meal. You understand that he is not comfortable to let this conversation go any further, so you leave it as well, saving all of it for a better time.

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"Y/N, can you quickly go and hand these papers to Hoseok hyung?" Jimin says placing a manila file on your desk. Your heart flutters a little with the thought of seeing your boyfriend for the first time since you stepped into this relationship. However, your happy emotions are taken down by a sad one quickly as you remember he didn't even try to reach out to you the entire day. You didn't even hear of any serious mission or anything of that sort to keep him extra busy. As far as you know, he just had some meetings and some places to visit. Nothing too consuming to ditch you for the entirety of the day.

"Sure." You reply to Jimin as you pick up the file and set out for his office.

The elevator opens and you meet with an unexpected and unwanted guest, which is Kim Dahyun. You look at her in disbelief as you try to understand what the actual hell is she doing here in the building. Isn't Hoseok your boyfriend now? Didn't he just sleep with you two days ago? For what the fuck does he need Dahyun again? Your veins fill with anger and you know Hoseok has a lot to answer. But then you remember Dahyun has visited the building without Hoseok's permission once already because he had been ignoring her, so maybe it's the same this time?

"Are you getting in or not?" Dahyun asks you. You roll your eyes at her high pitched voice and step into the elevator.

"What are you doing here?" You ask her back as you get into the elevator.

"And why do I need to tell you that?" She scrowls.

"Because you know it's prohibited to visit the building without Mr. Jung's permission. And you are already doing it twice." You glare at her.

"Oh Y/N, let me remind you that you are not his guardian. And moreover, you are not even his assistant anymore and that is exactly why you don't know he almost begged to meet me today. Guess he has been missing me a lot lately." She rolls her eyes at you this time.

You get stiff at your place. So, Hoseok really asked her to come today. So, it was just a one time thing. You were his one night stand. You shake your head at the thought. No, Hoseok is not such a person and he confessed to you as well. There must be a reason why all of these are happening.

The elevator door slides open and catches your attention. Both of you take steps towards his office, while you take the lead Dahyun follows you closely behind. You knock on the office door and receive permission to enter.

As the door opens your eyes meet him and you give him a sweet smile, which goes totally ignored. You frown a little.

"Hoseok-ah, I am here." Dahyun says from behind and Hoseok's eyes divert from you to take Dahyun in totally. You don't like the sight, not even a little bit, but you try to stay professional.

"Mr. Park sent these papers." You say placing the file on his table. Hoseok only nods, his lack of emotions towards you digs holes in your heart. In the meantime, Dahyun sits down across Hoseok.

"You may leave now." Hoseok tells you, very coldly. You fail to understand the sudden sternness in his voice, your feets feel like they are glued to the ground as well. So with utter confusion and a bit of hurt you stand there, without moving an inch.

"I think you have heard me asking to leave you, Ms. Y/N." Hoseok says again and this time his voice is laced with a bit of anger? You suppose. Your reverie breaks down and you start to feel a bit dizzy. However, you let your heavy steps carry you away from your boss, and you can't say that he is your boyfriend anymore.

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"He has a reason, he has a reason." That is what you chant for the rest of your working hour. You don't want to let yourself overthink and conclude that Jung Hoseok only pretended to love you with a fake confession so that he can get him under you. Because if that is true then you may lose your trust in the sun and moon as well. You absentmindedly gather your things and put them in your bag to finally head out, get home, think or overthink, cry or drink yourself to sleep. Just when you are about to knock on Jimin's door, your phone vibrates with a notification. You take it in your hand to see that you have received a text from Hoseok. You hurriedly open your message box to see if he has anything exclusive to say about his behaviour earlier.

"Don't leave the building. I'll drive you home. Wait for me in the parking lot." Says the text. And you follow each of the words as a little lost lamb waiting for the shepherd to show you the way.

Leaning on a pillar located at the side of the big parking lot, you scroll through your social media. You scoff at your brother's pictures. He and his girlfriend are dating more and studying less. You make a mental note on lecturing him later on.

"Ready to go?" A voice interrupted your social media surfing and you almost drop your phone in terror. You look up to see your boss smiling at you as if nothing happened a few hours ago. You only look at him with a surprised expression.

"Did I scare you, baby?" Hoseok cooes and you only give a little nod averting your eyes from him. Soon you feel the gaps between your fingers are being filled with his firm warm fingers and you can't help feeling giddy. However, you know you have a lot to ask and he has a lot to answer.

—----------------

The ride to your home is silent, awkward and filled with tension. Hoseok is visibly nervous as well but he still only left your hand to shift gears.

"Um… Y/N, I had something to tell you." Hoseok says, parking his sleek black sedan in front of your apartment.

"Before that, you have a lot to answer. Mr. Jung." You cut him off. He opens his mouth to say something but you again interrupt him, "and I'm calling you Mr. Jung because you called me Ms. Y/N earlier. I should show you respect if you are doing the same."

Hoseok tries so hard to gulp his smile down. You are angry and that is the cutest sight to him. He knew you would be angry because of his behaviour earlier and he knows he has to pay the price. But, only he knows how much it is taking him not to turn you and devour your delicious lips to his heart's content.

"I am sorry, baby. I know you are angry and I am ready to answer whatever you have to ask." He says shifting his body a bit closer to yours.

"Why did you treat me so rudely in front of Dahyun? Are you going to keep doing whatever you were doing with her previously? Even after you have me?" You ask him, eyes turning a bit glassy.

"No. I have nothing to do with her anymore, Y/N. At least not the way I have been using her. She needs to be used differently this time." Hoseok says, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. "And… I behaved coldly with you earlier because I can't let her know about us or anyone for that matter, it will be us and the six others, you can tell your brother if you want. And about Dahyun, She is working with Siwon. I already had a doubt but now that it has been confirmed I can't take any risk." Hoseok continues, "I threatened her today. Asked her to play a double game and named my penthouse in her name. But still, when it comes to you, your protection. I won't be taking any chances. She needs to believe you are nothing but an employee to me. And I had to put on that act earlier. I'm so sorry. I didn't want to hurt you, Y/N." He sighs.

The sincerity in his voice melts you completely but you decide not to show that. You only nod a little and say, "it's okay, I understand." You pause but then it clicks, "you did what? Named your penthouse in her name? Why?" You exclaim.

He nods and then opens his mouth to reason it out, "first of all because she is very greedy. The more wealth she receives the more faith she projects. And Siwon can't provide her with anything near to the worth of the penthouse. She knows quite a bit about Siwon's whereabouts and she's very useful to us right now. And secondly and most importantly because, I wanted to get rid of that penthouse."

"Why is that?" You enquire further.

"Because I want to move back home now. I am sure I won't be feeling lonely there anymore." He replies.

"Home? Is it the rumored house that you own, which is also the most expensive residential area in South Korea?" You place yet another question.

Hoseok chuckles at your innocence, "Yes. And…" he pauses as he grips your hand firmer and scoots a little closer to your body, "I want you to move in with me."

You laugh out loud, "Hoseok, it's just the fourth day of our relationship. How can you ask me to move in with you already?"

Hoseok gives you a beautiful smile as he proceeds to say, " I want to keep you close 24/7, Y/N. Given the fact that we can't really get all cozy in the building, I want to get you close for the rest of the day. And also, it will be better for your protection. I don't wanna take any chances when it comes to you." With that Hoseok brings your hand to his lips and places a small kiss on the back of your palm. "But I understand if you need some time to think about it. I'll respect your every decision, I promise." He completes.

You lean in and place a chaste kiss on his lips and give him a little, "okay". He pulls you in further and devours your lips as you kiss him back. His hand travels to your thighs squeezing it gently while hiking up your dress little by little. Just when he was about to touch your core, you break the kiss.

"Good night, Hoseok." You say giggling as he groans loudly but doesn't protest. He places another peck on your swollen lips and wishes you good night.

You get out of the car, wave at him and then walk towards your apartment entrance but suddenly you remember something so you run back to the car.

"I had something to tell you." You say leaning towards the window.

"I'm listening, baby" Hoseok says, giving you the most beautiful smile you have ever seen.

"Can you tell Mr. Min to be a little braver and embrace his feelings and emotions?" You let it out.

"What? What in the world? Wait…" hoseok paises, "is it about Jimin?"

"Oh, so you know?" You ask him.

"Yeah. I had an idea. But then I saw you and Jimin getting closer and thought…. Nevermind. Is he hurting Jimin?" Hoseok frowns.

"Both himself and Jimin. He is your friend Hoseok. Help him out in more ways than just business." You sigh.

"I'll talk to him. I promise." Hoseok smiles at you, which you return to him before finally retreating to your home.

—-------------------

"So what's your next move?" Namjoon asks, sitting relaxed across Hoseok.

"Dealing with Siwon." Hoseok replies being as calm as ever.

"Dealing? What deal are you talking about?" Seokjin asks, raising an eyebrow.

"The deal of the family." Hoseok smirks, "I hope you guys understand what I mean."

"His mother, isn't it?" This time it's Yoongi, speaking while resting on the couch.

Hoseok's hums in agreement and a silent solution is decided for all the mess that Siwon has been creating in the building of the Bangtan Empire.

As the discussion approaches its ending, the members leave the room one by one.

"Yoongi Hyung, stay. I need to get some talking done." Hoseok says coldly as everyone looks at Yoongi with a teasing look.

"What did you do this time Min?" Seokjin teases him.

"Only Hoseok can enlighten me regarding that." Yoongi replies, approaching Hoseok and sits down across from him.

"So, what is it?" Yoongi starts once he is confirmed Namjoon and Seokjin left and the door is shut tight.

"You tell me what it is?" Hoseok places his cross-question, as Yoongi's brows frown. "Between you and Jimin." Hoseok completes his sentence, which makes Yoongi's eyes go wide but he regains his composure quickly.

"Why would there be anything between me and Jimin?" Yoongi replies being evidently nervous.

"I understand it can be personal, hyung. So, I will not dig it up. But…" the younger man sighs, "be a little brave. Monsters like us are not loved easily and when we are loved, we need to make sure we are keeping the person forever with us." He pauses again, "love makes us stronger only and pushing away the person we love is what makes us weak and cowardly. I hope you understand."

"Since when you started Bangtan philosophy classes, Jung?" Yoongi tries to lighten the tense mood.

"I'm serious, Min. Stop hurting yourself and him." Hoseok replies glaring at Yoongi.

"Is this an order?" Yoongi asks, glaring back.

"A suggestion from a friend." Hoseok says as he stands up from his chair in order to leave the room.

—-----------------

The sound of heels on the basement floor make Siwon jerk his head up. He smiles mischievously at Dahyun, which she returns immediately.

"Tell me you have good news, Dahyun." Siwon says with a husky voice.

"Umm.. I actually have something else." Dahyun replies.

"What is it?" Siwon enquiries already feeling something off from the tone of Dahyun's voice.

"Jung Hoseok." Dahyun says simply.

"What? What do you-" and even before Siwon can complete his sentence, he hears multiple footsteps approaching them.

"Dahyun!! You bitch! You had the audacity of back-stabbing me." Siwon reaches for the gun that he has tugged in his waistband. But before he could pull the gun out, a firm hand captures him and a glock is placed on his temple within seconds.

And then Siwon's worst enemy, his father's murderer, comes in his view, Jung Hoseok. Siwon grits curses through his teeth as he tries to break through the hold but Jungkook's strength is not something usual.

"Calm down Siwon." Says Hoseok, with an amusing smile on his face.

"Are you so afraid of being defeated that now you are buying my people?" Siwon mocks.

Hoseok only chuckles in response. Sitting down on the available dusty chair, while Namjoon and Yoongi stand by his side, he says, "would you accept my invitation if I said I had a gift for you?"

"Gift? Huh! You think you can buy me? You think your gifts will be enough to pay for my father's death?" Siwon growls.

"And what if I say, yes?" Hoseok raises an eyebrow as a smug smile plays on his lips, "what if I say the gift is yours…" he pauses a bit to make the air even more tense, "...mother?"

Siwon stills, "wh-what? What are you saying? She died while giving birth to my brother."

"Well, that is what your monster father had told you and your brother. The truth is, he might be a good father to you but he was never a good husband. He was abusive and he almost killed your mother not once but twice. And when she was done giving birth to your brother, he abandoned her, right in her fucking labour clothes! And you know who rescued her? Bangtan. Mr. Bang himself provided her with a job and a place to live. She is still under our care. She wants to meet her sons but she is too afraid thinking they have taken after their father. Which is not wrong, is it?"

Siwon's face falls as the realization hits him. It's not that he ever saw his father being particularly good to his mother. He still remembers how his father didn't even let him see his mother's dead body and didn't even arrange his funeral. Sijung, his poor brother, grew up without any maternal affection. If it is true that his mother is still alive then his brother will still have a family if something happens to Siwon someday. It's a win-win situation if not a revenge. Isn't it?

"What do you want, Jung?" Siwon questions, after a little while.

"I want you to stop whatever you are doing. You know very well that I can kill you right here right now and take your organization under Bangtan but I am not like your father. I am not as cruel as he was, I only killed him because he laid his fingers on Mr. Bang. It was revenge." Says Hoseok, glaring at Siwon, "And in return, I would give you one chance to be good to your mother. Give her back the time and affection she lost."

Siwon nods, "Okay. Deal." Sighing in defeat.

—-------------------

Sipping on his overpriced whiskey, Hoseok looks at the giant painting of a dandelion that is kept in the drawing room of his home. He thinks if you would like this one or would want to change it with something you prefer more. His chain or thoughts break as he receives a message and that is from you.

"So, I wanted to ask…. When am I shifting with you?"

Hoseok swears he never smiled this wide at anything. You agreed to move in with him and now he can have you with him as much as he wants. You are his, only his. Just like he is yours only yours.

—------------

"Did everything complete successfully? I mean your shifting?" Jimin asks you through the phone.

"Yeah, Jimin. Everything is finely done. Not that it needed much effort anyway. Though, thanks for giving me the time off. Thanks a lot." You reply already feeling sloppy kisses on the nape of your neck as your boyfriend encircles his large arms around your waist.

"No problem, Y/N. It's-" Jimin is cut down by a male voice on the other line, "Y/N is busy right now, she will contact you later, Park." Hoseok says, snatching the phone from your hold and cutting the line without waiting for any reply.

"Can't stop thinking of Friday, baby. Mind reminding me of the time?" Hoseok says in between nibbling your neck.

You hmm in agreement and he doesn't waste another second to lift you up and get into the bedroom.

—-----------------

Jimin packs everything up as he checks his wrist watch another time. Locking his office door just when he is about to step forward a voice makes him stop.

"Wanna grab a drink with me?" The owner of the voice proposes.

Jimin sighs as he turns back to face Yoongi, "No. Thanks." He takes his step away from the older man but Yoongi is adamant this time. He almost runs behind Jimin.

"I .. I need to talk to you." He says.

"And I don't." Jimin replies curtly.

"Please…." Yoongi says with a small voice, "Jiminie".

Jimin stills, that old nickname sent a shiver down his spine. No matter how strong Jimin acts he is always powerless when it comes to Yoongi.

"Where do you wanna go?" Jimin asks, finally giving up his facade. A gummy smile takes over Yoongi's face in no time.

—------------------

Hoseok pounds into you at an animalistic pace. Even though you have already cummed, he is fucking you through your overstimulation to chase his own high. Soon enough, he spills into the condom.

He ties it up and throws it into the garbage. Laying down beside you, he pulls you closer as you snuggle in his chest. You take a lung-full of his scent, you love it very much.

"I love you so much, Y/N. So so so much! I feel like I would die without you." Hoseok mumbles in your hair.

"Not even a month ago you said you didn't care whether I do the job or not and now you can't even live without me? Changing minds, don't you, Mr. Jung?" You tease.

Hoseok chuckles, "I was a stupid, Y/N. Who thought he could live without the girl he is crazily in love with. Thanks for showing me the right way. Thanks for loving me even when I was a complete douchebag" He says drawing circles on your bare back.

"I loved you even when you ordered me to invite different girls each night. I loved you when you didn't even see that I wore green dresses because you love the colour. I loved you when you reassigned me. I loved you when you said you didn't care. I loved you when you screamed at me right after kissing me back. I loved you all along and I promise I will always love you. I'll mend the glock so that it isn't broken anymore." You snuggle even closer.

A tear slips Hoseok's eyes as he embraces you with everything he has. He promises silently to love you even more. Because you are his always and forever.

The end...

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Suchwita: New Years Edition

synopsis; in which two gentlemen walk into a bar. or, more specifically – your bar on New Years Eve.

pairing; yoonmin x bartender!reader

genre; fluff, humor, angst, bartender!au, New Years Eve au

rating; 18+

warnings; talks of alcohol and alcohol consumption(always drink responsibly!), infidelity is discussed, flirting on all ends~

w/c; 2,131

a/n; uh, happy new year? heh. enjoy this lil drabble. sorry it’s not Jungkook based, but more is coming soon! hope everyone has a happy new year. may it be full of life, love, laughter, health, and happiness. thank you to those who stuck with me and continue to support me. love you guys.

The bell rings to signal another customer has entered, you don’t look up.

Your brows are pinched in concentration as you continue to mix a cocktail for one of your many loyal patrons. Said patron let’s out a low whistle that manages to make your eyes flicker to theirs that are fixed towards the entrance.

Sliding the drink towards them, you finally cast your own gaze to the two males that are currently making their way over to the bar. The soft jazz that plays in the background of your dim lighted establishment goes perfectly with their suave walk as they seem to almost step in sync with each other.

“Lord, have mercy. You’re gonna need it, y/n.”

Your loyal patron then leaves with their drink, and you inwardly curse the fact that they’ve left you alone, but you don’t have much time to think anymore on it as the two gentlemen pull out the bar stools to sit right in front of you. Immediately, you go into work mode.

“Can I get you two a drink?”

“No.” The male to the right, with what looks to be a bored expression on their face responds first. His arms are folded across his chest as he leans back against the back of the barstool.

“Yes.” The male on the left gives a sharp look to his companion, before settling his orbs onto your amused ones. A smile instantly lights up on his face, and you can’t help but return the smile warmly. He leans forward on his elbows and pokes his tongue out the corner of his mouth as he makes quick work of scanning the available liquor bottles that surround your patiently waiting form.

“Tonic water for me and a rum and coke for him.”

Quiet and mysterious decides to speak up when his companion takes too long. You give him a subtle nod and turn your back to begin making the drinks. Once they’re done, you make sure to set them on individual coasters in front of the gentlemen.

“Rough night?” The words come natural, almost ritualistic if you will when it comes to the world of being a bartender.

“You could say that again.” The indecisive one snorts loudly into his drink as he downs half of it, before setting it back onto the coaster. Mr. Tonic just bores holes into his own glass, his fingers gliding around the rim of the glass with a sullen expression. Without looking up, he asks you a question.

“What’s your take on infidelity?”

Sucking in your bottom lip, you pick up a random glass and start wiping it with a cloth to keep yourself busy.

“I don’t see the point in it, honestly. If you’re unhappy in your current relationship, why don’t people just speak up and say so? Why go to the magnitude of sneaking around to meet up with someone? If you’re not happy, and it can’t be resolved, then just leave.”

Despite your best efforts to not let your emotions and own personal happenstance with the taboo topic show, the end of your statement comes out sharp. So sharp, it has Mr. Tonic’s eyes flicking up to your side profile in observation. He watches you pause your wiping for a moment, he sees your eyes gloss over into a memory that judging by the broken look on your face – you would otherwise wish to forget.

Mr. Rum and Coke just hums in agreement, his lips once again secured around the rim of his glass as he takes another swig of the hard liquor. It burns his throat until he can feel the warmth in his stomach. He twirls the glass in his hand and watches the liquid swirl inside as if in a trance.

“Wouldn’t the world be a better place if we all weren’t afraid to speak our minds? No, really." He laughs mirthlessly, pointing the glass lazily at you. His eyes already look hazy, and he's not even done with his first glass. You can tell this guy is a lightweight. "Imagine how better off everyone would be and how much life would feel more fulfilling. Not to mention we wouldn't waste our time with no good, cheating little-”

"Jimin." The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end when Mr. Tonic's voice suddenly pierces through Jimin's rambling, silencing the male completely.

"Sorry, Yoongi. They just get me so angry!"

Yoongi lightly 'hmms' as he finishes off his tonic water.

"Would you like a refill?" You step towards him, grabbing his glass and rinsing it out before setting it back in front of him on his coaster. His eyes flicker down to the dainty, silver band on your left ring finger that he didn't quite notice before, it's paired with an equally as minimal round cut diamond in the center of it. He ignores it, for now, eyes meeting yours once again to answer you.

"Just water, please. I'm going to have to make sure that this guy gets home safely now." He jabs a crooked thumb at his companion.

Jimin splutters, cheeks rosy and glass empty as he shoves the glass in Yoongi's face with a pointed finger and a whiny retaliation.

"Aish. I'm not drunk yet, hyung!"

"Keyword; yet."

"What's your favorite drink?"

He ignores Yoongi's words, even when he knows they're true, and sets his sights on your form. You just finished pouring a cold pitcher of water into Yoongi's glass when you give him a smile.

"I don't drink, actually. Not anymore."

"Wait—let me get this straight. You're a bartender, but you don't drink?"

“I know, right? The irony of it all. But I fell in love with the craft and art of making the drink, rather than drinking it.”

Yoongi raises his glass of water in solidarity with you.

“I’ll have another please!”

“Sure thing, coming right up!”

You grab his now empty glass and rinse it, preparing another rum and coke. As you’re doing so, Jimin gasps in delight and points at the large flat screen tv that overhangs the bar.

“Only 10 more minutes left until this shitty year is over!”

You chuckle at his enthusiasm, setting his drink back down in front of him on his coaster.

“That bad, huh?” You question lightly, not wanting to overstep any boundaries if neither wanted to talk about it.

“Oh, the worst.” Jimin sighs, rubbing his hands over his face. With his eyes now freshly rubbed, he feels more awake then before, and more observant. He notices the ring on your finger.

“Oh! You’re married? Aren’t you sad that you have to work on New Years Eve instead of being home?” He tilts his head cutely, and though you realize he has no idea about your ring, it takes everything in you not to shut down.

Your body becomes tense once again, Yoongi notices. His brows crease with worry when he sees that far off look on your face. He sucks his bottom lip between his teeth, shaking his head at his companion.

“Jimin, you really shouldn’t be so nosy.”

“What? What did I say?”

You snap out of your reverie and force a small smile to appear. Your eyes meet Yoongi’s first, then Jimin’s.

“It’s okay, I’m not afraid to talk about it.” You shrug your shoulders with indifference, then lay your hand flat on the surface between them and wiggle your fingers as you explain. “My ex-fiancé cheated on me with his supposed–,” you then raise your hands, bending your fingers to make fake quotations. “–best friend.”

Jimin leans forward on his hands against the counter as he pushes his body closer to yours. Due to his hazy state of mind, he didn’t realize exactly how much, the alcohol on his breath being close enough for you to smell in the leaning position you were already currently in between them.

“What a fucking idiot!” He gestures wildly at you, his filter officially off. “How could anyone choose someone else over you?!”

You raise one eyebrow at his compliment, a genuine smile appearing on your face. To your surprise, Yoongi joins in.

“He’s right, your ex is a complete imbecile for losing you. Though I apologize you had to go through that.”

Before you could open your mouth, Jimin places one of his hands over yours on the counter and the other on Yoongi’s shoulder, giving your hand a gentle squeeze, his face full of nothing but empathy for your situation— and Yoongi’s, apparently.

“You know, Yoongi just went through the same thing with his ex-fiancé tonight. Small world, huh?”

Yoongi just sighs in resignation, shaking his head at Jimin before confirming with a curt nod.

You wince, sharing a look of understanding with the male.

“Well, if it’s any consolation, they’re also stupid for losing you.”

Jimin chimes in, voice questioning.

“Why do you still wear it?”

You smirk at that, eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Because once I found out the cost of the ring, I kept it for the emotional damage he caused.”

“Is it weird that I’m slightly afraid to ask?” Jimin laughs nervously.

You splay your fingers out in between them, the diamond catching a glare from the light that hangs above your trio.

Yoongi answers, your eyes widen in surprise and Jimin just splutters out the last of his drink he only just began to swallow.

“$10,000.”

“Shut the fuck up!” Jimin’s voice shrills, eyes wide as he stares between you two waiting for you to say he’s joking.

You hum in amusement, head tilting to the side.

“How did you know?”

“No–“ Jimin still stutters in the background in disbelief as you and Yoongi continue with the conversation.

“It’s the same ring I bought for my ex — from Tiffany’s, right?”

“That’s correct.”

“I’ll admit the guy may have no brains when it comes to women, but he does have good taste in jewelry.”

“I’ll cheers to that!” You raise your hand, pretending to be holding a glass and ‘clinking’ it with his real one.

He downs the rest of his drink and sets it on the counter. Jimin’s about to spew even more gibberish, when he gets cut off by Ryan Seacrest’s voice resounding from the large, flat screen tvs that are displayed in various places around the bar.

“Only 30 more seconds until the end of the year, and the start of a new one! Let’s countdown now!”

Everyone in the bar turns to stare at the tv, all except the two gentlemen in front of you who share a side eye, Jimin tilting his head in your oblivious direction and Yoongi nods in response to his silent question.

“20 seconds remaining!”

Yoongi fishes around in the lining of his jacket for a pen he always keeps there just incase, while Jimin discreetly grabs a new napkin from the dispenser and slides it over to Yoongi. He grabs it and hastily scrawls a message that once he’s done, he shows to Jimin who gives him two thumbs up and a bright smile in return. Yoongi flips it over and slides it in front of your still unaware form.

“10 seconds!”

You let out a shaky sigh, eyes closing before reopening as you begin counting down with the rest of the bar, now including Yoongi and Jimin.

9

8

7

6

5

“Y/N?”

4

3

2

“What?” You try to shout over the loud chanting, as you turn your head to face the two only to stop breathing as they both lean in to give you a lingering kiss, Yoongi taking one reddened cheek and Jimin taking the other.

1

“Happy New Year, y/n!” Jimin. “Thank you for a wonderful time. Hopefully, we can see each other again.” Yoongi. They both say their farewells, one after the other.

With a final, warm smile from both men, and Jimin tipping an invisible hat, they turn and walk through the now crowded bar who are all giving well wishes to everyone around them for the new year.

You go to lean your head against your hand as you watch them leave, elbow coming in contact with a napkin you didn’t notice before. Your eyes first see the words that reads ‘turn me over’. When you do, your eyebrows raise in shock as you read what’s both hastily, yet somehow elegantly written in black ink, eyes once again quickly looking up to see if you can see any semblance of any of the two men within the crowd.

You deflate for a moment when you see neither, but holding the napkin to your chest, you smile with a new sense of hope.

‘Call me and we can get together for another drink, this time, on us.

xxx-xxx-xxxx

Yoongi’

What a Happy New Year, indeed.

[justanotherstarlightmonger]

Piece of peace ch 9

A night in town (1)

Summary: Park Jimin and Min Yoongi had forgone the city life months ago, opting to settle into their dream cottage in the woods born of dreams and furnished with love. And it was always going to be them. Until the biggest thunderstorm of the year carried an unexpected guest to their door smack dab in the middle of them living their isolated dream

Pairing: Yoongi x Jimin, Yoongi x Jimin x reader

Word count: 1.1 k words

Warnings: None

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Taglist: @themochiverse and my yoonmin anon.

A/n: HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY MY SWEETS!

The dress Jimin had bought you was a beautiful electric blue. The neckline hugged your clavicles and tapered to your shoulders and the ruffles that began at your waist flowed out to your knees when you cinched in your waist. It was a silky fabric that fell around you weightlessly and was a dream to move in. As you admired the way you looked in the mirror in the hallway, your hair sitting upon your shoulders, Yoongi stepped out of their bedroom.

Your eyes met his in the mirror and both of you stopped dead in your tracks.

He wore a plain white shirt, tucked into black trousers, with the top two buttons undone and a careless sweep to his hair as if he had freshly blow-dried them.

He was a vision. His earrings catching the light above, he tilted his head towards you with a broad smile.

You felt breathless.

How was he this good-looking? Was this even possible? You shuffled your slipper clad feet and brushed some invisible dust off your dress, suddenly feeling very self conscious.

"You look so pretty y/n-ie" he said softly as he came to stand in front of you.

"I– you look amazing too!" You nodded enthusiastically. This felt foreign. But felt right. Felt easy, almost.

You hadn't been one for fine dining, even fast food hangouts had been overshadowed by the worry of getting home in time. Yet, here you were, in the serenity of this home, dressed your best, standing in front of a man who had been nothing but truthful and accepting, waiting for another man who had seemed to pick your heart just like those pieces of glasses he had picked from the ground.

Presently, Jimin was ready too.

He wore something almost identical to Yoongi, both of them looking similar but different due to their hair and difference of accessories, but they looked like a force to be reckoned with nonetheless.

It was getting harder to breathe the longer you looked at them.

And then Jimin brought out these dainty silver ear cuffs for you.

"I figured you wouldn't have jewelry to go with the dress, but I didn't buy any coz I have more than enough to share" there was a coy smile on his lips as he held out his palm where the simple, but clearly expensive jewels shone.

There was no way that was real diamonds shining on there right?

RIGHT?

With shaking hands, you took the earrings and put them on, turning to the mirror again and almost fainting at the sight.

You looked good, yes, but it was the molten sunrays in the two pair of chocolate eyes that looked into yours in the reflection that made you feel as if you were the most beautiful girl in existence.

A flood of warmth and shyness crashed into you and you turned away. "Ehm… I'm ready whenever you are "

As you three made your way to the car, Yoongi in the rear, you heard a light chuckle and then what sounded like a slap. Turning back, you saw a red faced Jimin staring down a dark eyed Yoongi.

"What?" He shrugged, "it's not my fault those pants fit you that well."

Jimin shook his head at you apologetically and moved ahead to open the door for you.

You had to admit, that was a really nice ass.

~~~~~~~~

Dinner was a splendid affair. There were courses whose names you couldn't pronounce, and flavors you had never tasted.

Yoongi and Jimin miraculously seemed to know what you'd like, and Jimin even encouraged you to get a refill on the fancy wine.

Conversation flowed easy with them too.

And more than once, your heart panged at the peace and love in the air, and how deprived you had been of this all your life.

As if you never knew you were missing air itself.

After two glasses of wine, you felt a flush on your face and a spring in your limbs. And the way Jimin was shooting heart eyes at Yoongi, was all too clear to your eyes. So when Yoongi went to the bathroom, you pointed an accusing finger at Jimin,

"You really love him huh?"

Jimin giggled softly, "I do, what gave it away."

"You have hearts in your eyes" you nodded knowingly.

"Are you drunk already sweets?" Jimin asked.

You shook your head, "Nope, maybe a little. But don't change the topic."

"Ok, let's talk about how much I love him then."

"How?" You frowned, a little pout forming.

"It's not hard." Jimin leaned on his arm.

"I've heard love is hard though," you argued.

"It's really not" he whispered, straightening in his chair as Yoongi came back.

"What did I miss?" He asked.

"Nothing" you smiled angelically.

"Miss, the gentleman three tables down asked me to give you this" the waiter came to your table and placed a neatly folded note beside your plate.

Yoongi and Jimin's eyebrows were high, as your eyes focused on the waiter, then the smiling guy who sent the note and then the note itself.

With a slight tremble of thrill you unfolded it to aneatly scribbled,

'Allow me to take you dancing after you're done with dinner.'

Once again, your eyes shot to the stranger. His eyes were piercing and dark, cheekbones high and lips set in a little smile of self confidence. His dark hair framed his face and his tie was loosened around his collar, giving him a strange, mysterious but enticing aura.

He nodded at you, and raised his wine glass to you, then to your lips.

Both the guys in front of you saw your cheeks flush maroon and your fingers fidget in your lap.

They gave each other a look and turned back to look at him too.

The stranger's eyes flitted to them momentarily then found yours again and tilted his head in question.

It was a risk.

You looked at Yoongi, slipping him the note that he read swiftly.

Jimin's jaw tightened imperceptibly.

"Would you like to?" He asked.

"I think I would… " you said softly. It was a risk, but you had been taking so many. And the guy was good looking, and gentlemanly enough to be here wasn't he? "... but I'm not sure" the fear of strangers still ran in you deep.

Yoongi blinked, then grasped Jimin's thigh. He was in his 'in charge' mode.

"You should go if you want to y/n, we'll accompany you. You won't be alone."

Jimin's head snapped to Yoongi, incredulous but the older just nodded softly at you.

"We won't be too far. Go have fun."

You smiled, feeling a silent reassurance engulf your fear and dull it.

"Let the gentleman know I'd like that." You smiled to the waiter.

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Jungkook

Taehyung

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Namjoon

Hoseok

Yoongi

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SHIPS X READER (Established Poly only for romantic)

Taekook x Reader

Taekook x Daughter Reader

Injured Jungkook (Dialogue)

Y/N's First Word

Yoonmin x Reader

Yoonmin x Daughter Reder

Namjin x Reader

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part nine: spill it... with caution

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Don’t Fight For Me! Chapter 1

Synopsis: When you meet Yoongi, the confident self described ‘bad boy’, you find your heart begging if to flutter. But will your best friend of years, Jimin, stand by and watch it happen? Or does he want you too...

Universe:idol universe (time doesn’t match up and songs aren’t released in the year they actually were.

Pairing: Reader, Jimin and Yoongi love triangle 

Genres: Angst, Romance, Fluff, Possible smut in upcoming chapters

Warnings: Upcoming chapters will mention sexual assault, toxic friendships and gaslighting. 

^_^…*3* You had never thought of your best friend as attractive before. But as he stood in front of you, shirt off, eyes nervously large and cheeks red, not only from exercise.

“Y-Y/n! You’re here already!”

You nodded. Feeling your own face start to heat up, you mentally kicked yourself. He’s your best friend.

“Jimin! Who’s this?” Another shirtless boy exploded out of nowhere, grabbing on to Jimin’s shoulder. “Is this your girlfriend?”

“Best friend!” You and Jimin exclaimed.

The boy laughed. “Ah, Y/n, isn’t it? I’ve heard about you before! Jimin talks a lot about you!”

Your eyebrow raised. “A lot?”

Jimin’s face went a darker shade of crimson. “I-I don’t! He’s l-lying!”

The boy rolled his eyes. “Whatever. I’m Hoseok.”

You considered the boy, not failing to notice his eight pack that was painfully obvious with his lack of shirt. “Are you in Jimin’s dance class too?”

Hoseok laughed. “Darling, I teach the class.”

Jimin elbowed him in the arm. “No you don’t. You’re a student as well.”

His laughter ringing out across the hallway, Hoseok grabbed Jimin’s hand and began to lead him back into the room.

“I’m sorry Y/n, we won’t be a minute at all. Wait right there!”

You were about to protest, but as your mouth opened, Hoseok shut the door in your face.

You scowled.

“Y/n~” An unfamiliar voice sang out your name.

You looked up from your phone at the practice room door. “Uh? Jimin? Hoseok?”

“Y-yeah, Y/n?”

You breathed a sigh of relief when you heard Jimin’s voice. You were beginning to worry he had somehow abandoned you here. “You ready to go now?”

“T-The boys said you can come into the s-studio today.” Jimin yelled.

Considering it, you had been curious about the interior of that room for some time now. You had been waiting outside of it for Jimin for at least two years now.

Shrugging, you pushed open the door, walking inside hesitantly.

Hoseok and another boy were holding down Jimin on the floor. Another boy stood at the side of the room, not even batting an eye at the sight before him. Jimin’s big eyes were pleading right at you. You paused by the doorway.

“Jimin..?”

He went red as you raised an eyebrow at him. “Y/n! P-Please help me! They’re being weird!”

“Weird how?” You asked, as if you hadn’t just walked in on two practical strangers holding your best friend to the floor.

Jimin gave you an incredulous look. “They think-”

“You’re dating Jimin right? We’re gonna hold him down until he tells us the truth.” Hoseok explained.

You blinked. “What?”

Hoseok sighed, turning to Jimin, who was thrashing against their arms. “What if I give Jimin a kiss? That would be fine with you if you’re just friends, right~?”

Looking blankly into Jimin’s pleading eyes, you turned back to Hoseok. “Go ahead. I’m not a knight in shining armour.”

Throwing his hands in the air, Hoseok looked at you in dissatisfaction. Jimin jumped up from the ground, scurrying over to you.

“We really thought the two of you were dating.”

“Too bad for you, Jimin and I are just friends. And that’s all.”

Jimin nodded quickly. “I tried to tell you!”

The other boy who had been holding Jimin down looked you over. “Jimin she’s very pretty. I don’t see why you aren’t dating her.”

Cheeks burning red, you blinked gapingly at him. “U-um, thank you..?”

The boy smiled at you, bunny like teeth appearing. “I’m Jeon Jungkook. Call me Jungkook. You’re Jimin’s best friend right, Y/n Kim was it?”

He offered his hand out to you, and you beamed, shaking his hand.

You noticed his hand was slightly shaking, his eyes unfocused. As if he was nervous.

You couldn’t see why he would be nervous though. If anything, you were nervous being so close to him. Despite his boyish smile and radiance, he was rippling in muscles.

“How did you know my name though?” You asked, snapping yourself out of your daze.

The boy on his phone threw his arm over Jimin’ shoulder, who was standing just behind you. “This idiot talks about you all the time!”

Jimin pulled the boy's arm off his shoulder. “Yah! I don’t talk about her all the time!”

“Liar.” The boy huffed. He turned his boxy smile on you. “I’m Kim Taehyung, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you Taehyung.” Looking at him, you didn’t fail to notice how well built he was, his jawline sculpted as if by the gods. “So Jimin talks about me lots?”

“I don’t!” Jimin whined.

Hoseok laughed. “Sure.”

“We believe you.” Taehyung nodded, a cheeky grin still on his face.

“Didn’t you say that she-” Jungkook began.

Jimin slapped his hand over Jungkook’s mouth. “No, I didn’t. You idiot.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re all idiots.”

“Even me?” Hoseok gasped.

You burst into laughter. After a few seconds of laughing, you took a deep breath and looked at the four boys. “Is this all of your dance class?”

Jimin nodded quickly. A little too quickly.

“You liar.” Hoseok puffed.

Taehyung held up three fingers in front of you. You took a second to look over his well-shaped hands, long fingers and a strong grip.

“Three. Three others.”

Tearing your eyes from his hands, you turned to Jimin. “Who else?”

“You’ll meet them soon enough.” Jungkook said.

You raised an eyebrow at him, turning to face Jimin. He shrugged apologetically. “Sorry Y/n. The guys wanted to throw a party tomorrow and I said I would go.”

You blinked, confused. Jimin had already promised to come to your house tomorrow to study. And promises are promises.

Jimin saw your reaction. He quickly reached for your hand, gripping it with his. “I’m really sorry Y/n. We can study tonight instead. Please say you’ll come to the party tomorrow?”

“Me?” You asked. “Why would I need to go?”

“I want you to go!” Hoseok interrupted. “I think it would be fun to get to know you!”

You blushed slightly. “I guess I can go then… will there be any alcohol?”

The boys, except for Jimin, laughed.

“Straight away! There might be though. Are you even old enough to drink?”

“I’m 18 in three days' time!”

You heard Jungkook swear softly under his breath. You looked over at him. “Jungkook? What’s wrong?”

“You’re older than me.”

You couldn’t help your surprise, and your eyes widened. “Wait really? You’re so much taller than me though!”

Jimin scoffed. “He’s not that tall. You’re just really short.”

You rolled your eyes, choosing to ignore him. “So how old are you guys?”

“17.” Jungkook huffed.

Taehyung, holding a ‘v’ sign over his face, grinned. “18, the same as Jimin.”

“19!” Hoseok finished.

Curiosity growing over the mysterious three boys, you couldn’t help but ask. “How old are the others?”

Jungkook raised a mischievous eyebrow, winking at you. “You’ll find out tomorrow.”

“Speaking of tomorrow, where is this party?

Jimin smiled at you. “It’s okay Y/n. I’ll pick you up from your house.

“Pick me up too!”

“And me!”

“Me too!”

Jimin let out a loud groan. “Jungkook you can’t even drink. Why would you need a lift?”

Jungkook opted not to answer, instead he puffed a lock of hair away from his eyes.

“I'm not a lightweight, so I don’t even need to be picked up.

Jungkook looked questioningly at you. “But Y/n, aren’t you too young to drink as well?”

You shrugged. “I’m almost 18 anyway. It’s not a big deal. Anyway, it’s not like I’ve never had a drink before.”

Jimin gaped at you. “When have you ever had alcohol?”

Shuffling your feet, you smiled sheepishly at him. “Well remember that time you came over for a sleepover and you had a drink bottle there?”

“Y/n don’t you dare tell me-”

“I thought it was water and had a drink before I realised.” You finished.

He pouted, frowning at you. “Y/n you shouldn’t have.”

“Well you didn’t notice!” You laughed.

The other boys laughed as well, while Jimin muttered under his breath.

“Anyway, Y/n and I need to get going. I’ll pick you guys up around 8. Is that ok?”

Hoseok nodded. “I’ll see you later then sweetheart?”

Jimin frowned. “Hoseok-”

“I meant you!” He laughed. “Jimin I meant you, you big sweetheart.”

Hoseok reached his hand out to you for a parting handshake. Instead, you pulled him into a hug, surprising him. “Bye bye sunshine boy.”

To your relief, Hoseok not only accepted the hug, but hugged you back.

You had only just met him, but you felt comforted by him. He had a smile that calmed you.

“What about us?” Taehyung complained.

You stepped away from Hoseok, giving a quick kiss on the cheek to both Taehyung and Jungkook, who went promptly red.

“Can't wait to see you guys tomorrow! See you later!” You beamed, grabbing Jimin’s hand as you skipped out of the room, dragging Jimin behind you.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were friends with such good looking guys? They all look like idols for goodness sake!”

Jimin flinched slightly. But within seconds, he was turning to you, smirking. “And I’m not handsome?”

Just as the word ‘no’ appeared on the tip of your tongue, you remembered what he had looked like earlier. With his shirt off and sweat brimming on his face, it was safe to say he looked a little handsome.

“Uh, you wish?”

Jimin laughed triumphantly. “You hesitated before saying that!

You rolled your eyes at him. “Whatever, keep dreaming.”

Jimin frowned. You began to lightheartedly bicker with Jimin, laughing at each other the whole walk home.

Your school was far away, and near Jimin’s dance studio. Far enough that you had to take a bus. Jimin lived only a few blocks from you, so you would meet up every day before school and take the bus together.

Arriving at your house, you took a deep breath. Finally, you cracked open the door. “mom, I’m home!”

“Y/n! You’re finally home! I was wondering since you took longer than normal-”

Entering the living room where your mom sat at the dining table, she looked up from her computer to see Jimin. “Oh! Jimin you’re here too!”

“Yes Ms Kim. I hope I’m not intruding at all.”

Your mom waved him off, turning back to focus on her computer. “Our house is your house too Jimin.”

Jimin smiled politely. “I was wondering if Y/n and I could go to a party tomorrow? I promise I’ll take care of her and drop her back before 12pm.”

She smiled, even though she didn’t take her eyes away from her computer screen. “Of course Jimin! You honestly don’t even have to ask! You’re like a second son to me-”

You silenced your mom with a glare. Clearing her throat, she nervously looked down at her computer again. She knew you hated talking about your brother. It made you feel like crying. And you hated crying. Especially in front of other people. And never in front of Jimin.

“Thanks Ms Kim!” Jimin quickly said, trying to break the obvious tension. “I’ll pick her up at 8 and drop her back off at 11.”

She frowned. “No Jimin honey, that won’t work. I won’t be home tomorrow night. Could she stay with you tomorrow? I was going to ask your parents anyway but I guess this is quicker.”

Jimin hesitated. Finally he let out a small sigh. “O-of course she can-..”

You intercepted before your mother could reply. “Why won’t you be home? Where will you be instead?”

“I have to attend a conference in Seoul. I’ll be back by Wednesday.”

You couldn’t say you were surprised, but you still felt a throb in your heart.

Your mother owned a large company— meaning she made lots of money, but spent a lot of time working. Sure, at the end of the day you were rich, but you were lonely. You craved her attention.

“Mom! It’s Friday!” You snapped, trying your hardest to keep the pain from voice.

“I’m really sorry sweetheart, there’s nothing I can do.”

“But what about my bir-”

You stopped yourself.

Did your mother even remember it was your birthday? And would she leave for the conference regardless? It didn’t matter.

“O-oh. Nevermind. It’s okay.”

She gave you a warm smile. “I’m glad you understand sweetheart. I’ll be leaving at Midday tomorrow.”

Moving to the staircase, you didn’t look back at your mom. “Okay, that’s fine. Let’s go Chim.”

He bowed slightly to your mother. “It’s always a pleasure seeing you, Ms Kim.”

You grabbed Jimin’s hand and dragged him up the stairs to your room. It was a large room, like most of the expensive things in your life. But it was very, very empty.

The sole ornaments were a piano in one corner, bookshelves lining the walls, a bed and countless plushies.

You heaved yourself down onto the carpet, patting the space next to you for Jimin to sit.

He eased himself down, watching quietly as you grabbed out the textbooks.

“When are you going to talk about Suho?” He asked.

You looked away. It was a touchy subject between you too. “I don’t know.”

“It’s fine, I won’t pressure you.”

You smiled at him. This is why you were so close to Jimin, why he was your best friend. Why he meant so much to you.

“I’m sorry for lying earlier.”

“What?” Jimin asked.

“When you asked if you were handsome… you are, really.”

Jimin’s cheeks flushed red. However you didn’t look up from the textbook.

You let out a laugh. “Honestly, you looked like an idol. You’re really handsome and you’re muscular too.”

“Y-Y/n…”

You finally looked up at him and giggled. “Sorry Jimin, didn’t mean to make it awkward.”

He scratched his neck awkwardly. “W-well Y/n I think you’re very g-good looking too.”

It was your turn to blush, and you looked away from him. “You’re just saying that Jimin.”

He sighed. “No Y/n. You should have more confidence in yourself. You’re good looking and you’re smart. And one of the kindest people I’ve met.”

Glancing over at him, he seemed to be more nervous than you were. “Thanks Jimin…I don’t know why but I’m so nervous...”

Jimin looked at his hands. “Y-Y/n…”

You turned to him, slowly creeping forwards until your face was centimetres from his.

“I…”

Looking into his wide eyes, you slowly sat back down.

After a moment of silence, you let out a sigh. “Jimin, I’m sorry. I was thinking about Suho and then I started thinking about Mark,” You gripped your own shoulders, hugging yourself tight. “I don’t know why but I just wanted to be closer to you and I wasn’t thinking… I didn’t mean to, Jimin.”

Responding with a tired smile, Jimin nodded. “It’s okay Y/n. We all make mistakes.”

“Y-yeah. Mistakes.”

Jimin heaved to his feet. “Sorry, Y/n, I don't think we should study together tonight.”

You stood up after him, grabbing at his shirt sleeve. “Jimin I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable! I was in some kind of daze but I still shouldn’t have done it and-”

He grabbed your shoulders, looking into your eyes. “It’s okay. I said it was okay already. I just think you’re not feeling so good right now. You need to rest. I’ll tell your mom that you’re too tired to study. Have a rest. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay Y/n?”

Reluctantly, you let go of his sleeve. “Goodnight Jimin.”

His eyes crinkled, smiling widely at you. He bent down, further to your height. Pressing his soft lips against your cheek, he stepped back. “Goodnight Y/n.”

As soon as you heard your door click shut, you flopped down onto your bed.

Did you just mess up your friendship with Jimin? Not only was it your most important friendship— it was your only friendship now.

You fell asleep. Words of doubt and anxiety swirling around in your mind.

[ratatoongi]

baby doll- twitter profiles

-y/n is in love. In love with ballet and nothing will come between y/n and ballet, or so you thought at one point or another.

-Yoongi is your new teacher dance teacher actually. Now you have to figure out and entire different style of dance and and entire new set of feelings that came along with. y/ns got no jams.

main parings: min yoongi x you

side parings: jikook, namjin, vhope

genre: ballet/hip hop dance au slow burn

status: ongoing

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Let’s Turn This House Into a Home Pt.2 | Genie!Jimin x Reader

Summary: Park Jimin. Strange, vague and perhaps, misunderstood. He doesn’t fit in with his friends. He isn’t self-absorbed and like smoking a joint every few minutes. You are just like Jimin, maybe not in all way, but similar. What is he hiding?

Genre: High school AU, Supernatural AU, angst, and fluff

Warnings: Steamy boy x boy action, swearing, mentions of smoking, love triangle.

Pt.1

Jimin lay on his bed, looking up at the all too familiar ceiling for a second time that day. The wooden box still lay on his desk. Yoongi and himself were the only ones in the house. It was a calm Friday afternoon and the raw sun rays burn onto his skin, warming his face up.

“SHIT!” A yell of anger came from down stairs. Jimin sat up abruptly, hair flying every which way. He had still not spoken to Yoongi since this morning’s incident, but alas, the curiosity embedded in Park Jimin took over and he made his way to the source of the noise. He peeked around the corner from the corridor and into the living room. The dark haired boy was waving his hand around with a scowl on his face.

“Hyung? Are you alright?” The younger asked but no response came. Jimin sighed and sat down beside Yoongi. He placed his hands in his lap and stood still at Jimin’s arrival. Jimin carefully reached out to grab his hyung’s hands but the male pulled them away. The purple haired boy looked at Yoongi, who was looking away. Jimin’s second attempt proved successful and he looked at Yoongi’s injured hand. Thumb was flaring an angry red. A burn. Jimin covered Yoongi’s hand with both of his smaller ones and took in a breath. He closed his eyes and his skin began to glow a deep purple. His tattoos were bathed in pure gold light.

“Hey! Jimin, stop!” Yoongi started to freak out and tried to squirm out of Jimin’s grip. It was too late. Once Yoongi pulled away, he was healed. Jimin held his wrist as a sharp pain bloomed. After the pain subsided, the boy removed his hand to peak at his tattoo. It had grown. It reached further up his arm. “Jimin I told you not to! You never fucking listen!” The ravenette seethed and Jimin remained silent. Yoongi stood up quickly and stormed into the kitchen. Jimin went after him. When he entered, Yoongi was hunched over the bench, head lowered. He violently turned to Jimin and pointed an accusing finger at him. “All i ever do is try and let you forget about all of this but you never want my help!” He walked toward him, making Jimin walk backwards into the stove. They colldided bodies and Yoongi’s threatening gaze sharpened like a knife. “If you would just once in your life listen to me then-” The younger cut him off by gently pressing his lips onto his elder’s. As quick as it came, it ended. Yoongi looked like he saw a ghost. Jimin began to turn red. Yoongi turned Jimin’s head to look at him and Yoongi leaned in, harder this time. He gripped Jimin’s wrists and leaned into him. This caused the stove to start to light and it scared the two. Jimin stepped away as fast as he could and he looked at Yoongi. Silence for a brief moment before Jimin giggled and ran into Yoongi, hugging him. They pulled away and they leaned in again, this time a passionate kiss ensued. Jimin could taste nicotine and a faint lingering flavour of mango, no doubt from his vape. There was also a strong component of lemonade. Yoongi lifted Jimin up onto the stone bench and parted his legs. He slipped his torso between them and ran his hands over Jimin’s thick, black ripped jean clad thighs. Yoongi parted from the kiss and began to trail his lips down Jimin’s jaw, and his neck. Jimin was drunk on euphoria and the pleasure he was receiving. It was almost sinful. The front door slammed open and Taehyung screamed. 

“HOME SWEET HOME!” Jimin’s heart dropped into his stomach and Yoongi flew across the other side of the kitchen, pretending to search for food in the cupboards. 

“Hey! When did you two get home?” Namjoon asked, taking the packet of seaweed snacks out of Yoongi’s hand and tearing them open.

“PARK JIMIN GET YOUR ASS OFF MY KITCHEN BENCH!” The eldest yelled. 

“SORRY HYUNG!” Jimin called out, getting off. 

                                         ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── 

A few weeks had gone by from the encounter between Jimin and Tzu-yu.

(Y/N) was having dinner with the boys.

(Y/N) hadn’t met Yoongi before. She thought he was mean. He wouldn’t respond to her questions and he didn’t look at her. She felt annoyed that Jimin had to put up with someone like that.

The 8 of them were eating Jin’s iconic spaghetti bolognese.

“So, (Y/N), got eyes on anyone?” Namjoon teased and she coughed on her spaghetti.

“What the hell, Joon?!” She snorted and took a sip of water. “No, I don’t.” She replied and Namjoon raised an eyebrow in amusement. 

“Is that so?~” He mumbled cheerfully, taking a gulp of champagne. (Y/N) was sitting next to Jimin, who was sitting next to Yoongi. Her eyes fell onto Yoongi’s hand. It reached to Jimin’s thigh and rubbed it slightly. She felt heat rush to her face and her eyes widened slightly. His hand slid to Jimin’s inner thigh and soon reached for Jimin’s fly. Jimin tried to move the older’s hand but he slapped it away. Jimin looked to Yoongi with pleading eyes and Yoongi rolled his eyes and took his hand away. Her eyes were glued to Yoongi in surprise at what she had just witnessed. Yoongi’s gaze met hers and he seemed surprised. The look on her face told him that you saw what happened. 

“I-I have to use the bathroom.” She stuttered and laughed drily, standing up. (Y/N) shuffled down the corridor and ran up the steps. She heard footsteps behind her and she nervously sped up. However, she felt a strong grip on her wrist and she were dragged into a bedroom. The door slammed shut and she looked at Yoongi in confusion.

“You saw.” He drawled and she nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat. (Y/N) was trembling in fear, right down to her bones. Min Yoongi was terrifying. He closed the gap between the two of them. She felt a strange aurora pulse through her body, it felt unsettling but dangerously euphoric and addictive. “But you won’t tell anyone, won’t you?” He looked deep into her eyes, she felt his gaze touch her soul. “You’re a good girl, aren’t you? Hmm?” He hummed, dragging his thumb across her (lip colour) lips. (Y/N) nodded slowly.

“I’m a good girl, your highness,” she said with a soft, breathy voice.

“Good.” Yoongi pulled away, face returning to its stoic nature. (Y/N) felt the feeling bleed out of her body. She felt a cold breeze wash through her bones after. “Now get out.” Yoongi growled. Without asking any questions, she fled.

                                        ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“I’m sorry guys, but I have to cut tonight short. I feel a but woozy in the head and stomach.” (Y/N) pouted returning from the “bathroom”. A groan of displeasure waved across the boys except Yoongi.

“See you on Monday, (N/N).” Hoseok said, hugging you briefly. You waved goodbye and exited the house. They five of them turned to Yoongi.

“You had something to do with this didn’t you, sleazeball?” Jungkook fired at Yoongi and the elder leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes and smirked. Jungkook growled in anger and went to his shared room with Hoseok. Yoongi leaned in and whispered to Jimin. 

“She saw our little stunt.” Jimin turned red and Yoongi chuckled. 

“Hyung, I thought you said you weren’t gonna use your powers again!” Taehyung said and Yoongi rolled his eyes. 

“Leave me alone.” 

                                        ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The boys were all in bed at around 12:30am. Jimin, however, couldn’t sleep. The box sitting on his desk had a faint purple glowing from between the crack in the wood of the box. He called Seokjin into his room. Jin appeared and gazed at the box.

“We need to move it away from here, but somewhere safe.”

To be continued...

[jooniez]

ever since they showed that cute kitty during in the soop I’ve been manifesting bts and cat content ... god pls let me have this 🙏🤧💕

[marylizw]

BTS Masterlist

Film Me Dancing (You’re so cute when you blush) 

Jimin X Taehyung

Taehyung is just a broke college student who is majoring in cinematography. Honestly he just wants to be done already. To finance everything he takes a job as cameraman. When he messes up, running away seems like the best option. Sometimes later he tries to film his last piece of work for college and Hoseok gets appendicitis, they are in need for help. Coincidentally, Hobi has a friend, a professional dancer himself, who got just the time to jump in and help.

When you smile (only fools fall for you) 

Namjoon X Reader

The morning after. Honeymoon and Fluff.

Strawberries and Cream (Make it up when you forget me)  

Yoongi X Jimin

It’s their anniversary. And Jimin is alone on the couch in their shared appartement, watching his favorite drama. This was not what he imagined the day to be. His boyfriend, a going-to-be doctor by day and rapper by night, still wasn’t home. When he falls asleep on the couch that night he doesn’t expect anything to happen in the next hours and he doesn’t believe in their relationship anymore.

Sleepy Nights (when you steal the blanket)

Jimin X Taehyung

When Jimin once again wakes up cold and sees that Tae has stolen the blanket he decides to get himself a glas of water. Smut ensues.

This was written in 2016, my style has developed since.