#DOUBLE TAE???? ARE U JOKING

[kkoongie]

I’m crying btw

#DOUBLE TAE???? ARE U JOKING #GOD IS REAL ETC ETC

[girlygguk]

denial ; jjk | part two (18+)

➵ summary; your brother, taehyung, doesn't know how to properly handle yours & jungkook's.. agreement. you go over to his place to fix your relationship with him and eat a lot of chinese food. you end up getting a little more than that from his roommate during your visit.

this is part two to denial - part one and i highly recommend reading it first as u won’t understand most of the storyline!! xx

➵ pairing ; idol!jk x (f)actress!reader

➵ word count ; 7.1k

➵ rating ; 18+ minors dni

➵ content ; a bit of fluff, a bit of angst & a whole lotta smut. jk & reader are dumb sluts that will do anything besides admit their feelings for each other, tae is an amazing lil brother, jk & reader fight, jelly & whipped kook as always, stupid reader (sorry)

➵ warnings ; teasing, swearing, grinding, kissing, fingering, spitting, dom!jk, oral sex (f rec.), multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (wrap it UP! xx), aftercare, cream pie, sexy stuff starts quite late so pwp.

a/n ; holy SHIT. i did not expect the love & reactions on part one of this... thank you so so much. as a token of my gratitude, here is a part 2!!!

"Cut! Well done, guys, that's a wrap!" Your director's voice booms through the studio as the crew applauds. You join in, clapping and returning the bows of everybody you see as you make your way off-set. A teary thirty minutes follow as you say your thankyous and goodbyes to your co-stars and staff, promising to stay in touch during the season break. 

You're locking your trailer door when suddenly, your phone buzzes in your pocket. Pulling it out of your jacket eagerly, you tap the screen, hoping to see your brother's name at the top of the notification. You can't help the small wave of disappointment that washes over you as you read the text from your co-star Hee-Jin, saying she's almost at your trailer.

It's been a little over two months since the night that you discovered Taehyung knew about you and Jungkook. 

71 DAYS EARLIER...

Your hands run over your face, Jungkook's facewash foamy on your fingers as you rub the cleanser harshly into your skin, almost as if the last 10 minutes of your life will rinse down the drain of the shower along with the overpriced skincare product. You didn't want to wash away the Jungkook part, because as you stood in his shower with jelly legs and a shy soreness between your thighs, you knew that no matter how fucked up it was that your younger brother potentially heard everything, you wouldn't take it back. 

So Jungkook was forced to sit patiently on his bed while you took over his bathroom. He wanted to go into the lounge and talk to his best mate, and he really wanted a slice of pizza because sex always makes him hungry, but he knew to let you speak to Taehyung first. 

Sure, slamming the door of Jungkook's bedroom shut after seeing your brother in the living room acting as normal as could be probably wasn't the best idea. And then ignoring Jungkook's soft tone as he asked if you were alright, shrugging him off you gently before walking into his ensuite and locking the door... Also not one of your best moments.

You and Jungkook were close friends before your relationship developed sexually. He knew what you wanted to eat before you even did. You knew the punchlines to all of his stupid jokes before he got to it, adding a twist to the end and making him double over in laughter, swearing you tell the joke better than he ever could. You were thankful for that bond right now because Jungkook knew from the moment you walked away that you just needed a minute to collect yourself. He watched silently when you disappeared into his bathroom to shower, not even making a cheeky offer to join you, which is very out of character for him.

He listened as the sound of running water came to a halt and looked up as you emerged from the bathroom a few moments later, the towel he had prepared for himself wrapped around your body. He bit back a smile as he remained on the edge of his bed, watching as you crept towards him, your eyes trailing down to the pile of clothes folded next to him. He had one of his hoodies that you always complimented whenever he wore and a pair of sweatpants perched next to him. His eyes followed your train of sight before flicking back up to your face, "for you," he confirmed your suspicions, his eyes tracing every inch of your doleful expression. 

Patting the pile of clothes, he pushed off his knees and stood up before walking to meet you in the middle of his room. You shake your head in awe, standing on the tips of your toes when he reaches you before connecting your lips with his. The kiss is soft and slow, much more wholesome than your usual messy kisses. Jungkook breaks away slightly, his hands running over your towel-covered back before resting on your butt and patting it gently.

"Go talk to him, baby," he says softly, lips lifting slightly to press against your forehead. You nod with a heavy sigh as he makes his way into the bathroom, his turn to shower now.

You can't leave your mind as you pull Jungkook's clothes onto your body. Your brother wasn't even fazed when he saw you in Jungkook's room. And you know for a fact you weren't exactly quiet, so he definitely heard something. God, the thought makes your feel nauseated as you grab one of the hair ties you leave on Jungkook's dresser to throw your hair up into a low bun, ignoring your wet hair hitting the back of your neck as you head for his door.

TODAY...

"So what did he say?" Hee-Jin's voice pulled you from your inner thoughts, causing you to let out a dazed hum in response before she continued. "Taehyung, how did he react?"

You look over at the girl on your left as you walk through the parking lot, two bouquets of flowers clutched in your hands as you both reach your car. "He already knew. I can't believe he already knew," your voice was strained as you shook your head in embarrassment. Hee-Jin's lips pulled into her mouth, and her eyes squinted slightly; you knew she was conflicted on whether to laugh or cry with you.

"You're such a bitch. It's not funny." You pouted before your body betrayed you, an airy laugh blowing through your lips and swatting at the girl with occupied arms as best as you could.

She giggled at your attempt, leaning against your car with you, her own flowers resting in her arms as well. "So he's okay with it?"

Your eyes lift from the ground, turning slightly to face her, "I can't tell," you say honestly, "he barely even reacted even when I tried to talk to him. I think he doesn't even want to think about it."

Hee-Jin nodded with a sorry look after seeing your sullen expression. "I mean, how would you react if you found out your sister was getting fucked by your best friend? I wouldn't want to think about it either."

Her brutally honest remark caught you off guard, pulling a low snort out of you before you fished your keys out of your jacket pocket to unlock your car. "Get off my car. I've had enough of you." Hee-Jin pokes her tongue at you before pushing off the side of your vehicle and heading to her own.

"Love you! You know I'm right!" She smiles as she waddles away, ignoring the eye roll you throw her as you shove the bouquets onto your passenger seat.

"Love you," is the last thing you grumble back before jumping into your car and slamming the door.

Your phone vibrates from your jacket pocket as you're halfway through buckling your seatbelt. Pulling it out, you bite your lip and send a quick response before shoving the key into your car's ignition. Then, ignoring the bubbles brewing in the pit of your stomach, you pull out of the parking lot and head for the destination your friend awaits.

Jungkook is hot. It's the boys' day off today, and he just finished up in the gym, his arms throbbing a little more than usual. He went a little harder during this session because he's planning on skipping a couple of upcoming days to chill. It has nothing to do with the fact that he knows you've wrapped up filming for the season and are heading home today. Not at all.

Twisting the cap onto the water bottle he just devoured in seconds, he throws it in the trash can before leaving the kitchen. He's almost at his bedroom before his eyes roll to the back of his head, retreating sluggishly to the garbage can before fishing the bottle back out. A low scoff leaves him as he tosses the bottle into the recycling bin instead, your sarcastic little comment plaguing his inner thoughts. You're not even here, and he's doing what you say. He's fucking whipped, and he knows it.

Reaching his bedroom successfully this time, he grabs a set of clean clothes from his drawers and throws them on his bed for when he's out of the shower. Then, heading towards his ensuite, he catches his phone on top of his dresser and stares at it for a second.

"Hi, Koo." You answer after two rings, and he sits on the foot of his bed when he hears your voice.

"Hi," he replies after a beat, fighting the side of his mouth as it tries to lift when he hears his nickname flow effortlessly from your mouth. "Watcha doin'?"

He hears you shuffle a little.

Closing the magazine you were browsing before you got the call, you smile at Jungkook's voice, your eyes scanning the room to ensure you didn't miss getting called up. "I'm actually at Modify."

His eyebrows furrow, "my tattoo place?"

"Yeah, but I'm not getting a tattoo—just a piercing with a friend. I asked for Riki, just like you said to. He's really nice."

"Yeah, he's the best. Did you chuck it on my account?" He nods, pulling at the thread of his towel absentmindedly.

"No," you chuckle, "but thank you. You're cute for offering." 

He feels his eyes roll back again, a habit he picked up from you, "you should. I have some account credit I have to use before it expires," he lies, and you bite back a smile knowing that he's full of shit.

"You're back earlier than I thought." Jungkook changes the subject, and you lean back into the couch's cushion before answering.

"Yeah, I just got back into Seoul like an hour ago. Decided to get it done here rather than Gwacheon so I can go home and rest afterwards."

You're thankful for Jungkook's random call to be honest. His voice calmed down your nerves exponentially; you forgot how jittery you were. "What are you getting pierced?" He asks, pulling you back to reality.

You feel your face getting hotter, and you pull your bottom lip between your teeth, chewing on it for a moment too long because his hum into your phone speaker breaks the extended silence. "Um," your lips are pursed now, wondering if you should be telling him over the phone.

Jungkook's eyebrows raise, and he shuffles back a little more on the edge of his bed before continuing, "Are you getting a piercing down there?"

Your laugh flows through the phone, returning that feeling to his stomach. "No, perv." You sigh through a smile, "My nipples."

You hear him blow out a low breath before he chuckles, "Jesus. Happy birthday to me."

You're quick to roll your eyes and fail to wipe the smile off your face before giggling at his reaction. You see Riki pop his head out the door of his booth before he waves at you, indicating it's your turn to go up. Nodding back at him, you signal that you're just wrapping up your phone call, and he gives you a thumbs-up before ducking away.

"It's my turn. I have to go, Kook." You say into your phone, standing from the couch and fixing the cushions that fell as you stood.

Jungkook nods on the other end of the line before clearing his throat slightly and running a hand through his sweaty hair. "Hey, _____?"

"Yeah?" You respond as you walk towards Riki's room, watching as he finishes up with his previous customer.

"What friend are you with?"

A moment passes as Jungkook's question lingers in the air, stopping you in your tracks. You're standing just before the entrance of Riki's suite, and you glance down at your shoes for a second before sighing. "Kook—"

Jae's confused look causes you to stop talking as he climbs off the studio chair-bed, approaching you. "You okay?"

Jungkook heard Jae's voice through the phone. You know he did because when he abruptly ends the call, muttering something about "I have to go shower," you're pulling your phone back and seeing the disconnected symbol flashback at you from the device's screen.

The chime of your door accepting the access code fills your ears as you push down on the handle with your elbow, a little shove from your hip pushing the door open enough to slide inside. After locking the door, you drop the wilting flowers on the kitchen island and head to the sink to grab some water, hoping to try and cling to the little life they look to have left.

Your phone dings while you're filling up a random dish with water, as you don't actually own a vase. A cringed laugh leaves your lips when you pull the flowers out of the paper encasing and dump them into the sad container of water. "I should've just let you die. This is just sad." You mumble, walking to the chair where you chucked your jacket and phone.

Tae

Miss you. Heard you're home. Dinner tn?

You blink away the tears stinging in your waterline, sending back an of course and snorting when he spams you with a bunch of random excited emojis. You haven't talked much since the night at his a few months ago, and it's been eating away at you ever since. You have always been close with your siblings. Taehyung, especially since you both left home to pursue your careers in similar industries. You were quick to leave his apartment when it was clear he didn't exactly want to talk, and you didn't blame him.

You

just gonna shower then i'll pop over

The shower was quick; you only cut yourself slightly at the bottom of your knee when shaving your legs. That's what you call success. As you pull on your shirt, you're trying not to catch your new piercings on the fabric when your eyes flutter to the bulletin board of Polaroids of you and your friends. Your eyes automatically go to the stupid one smack bang in the middle. 

You're both sitting on the floor of your living room in the picture, a big cheesy grin covering Jungkook's face while you lean next to him with your tongue poking out. Jungkook turned to you as soon as you finished taking the photo, poking his tongue at you before letting his impulsive thoughts take over and licking a fat stripe over your cheek. You remember screeching and trying to push him away in a fit of giggles before conceding and allowing him to continue his attack.

Such a dork, you think as you're pulling your jeans over your legs. But, as much as you like to try and convince yourself you're not helplessly infatuated with him, you can't help but hope he's at dinner tonight.

Your brother is warm as he engulfs you in a bear hug when you enter the apartment. Smiling as you break away, you hit his shoulder playfully and laugh as he holds the injured area with a dramatic whine. "I should hit you harder than that for ignoring my texts."

"I'm sorry. I was just in a mood," Taehyung responds with a regretful smile.

"I know. I'm sorry too." You nod understandingly, pulling your jacket off and hanging it over one of the stools near the kitchen bar.

His low chuckle follows you as you both head to the living room. You roll your eyes at the spread of Chinese takeaway covering the large coffee table in front of the TV. "You guys have a huge kitchen and dining area, but I've never seen you actually eat in there."

"Food tastes better in front of the TV." He says simply, jumping onto the couch and patting the spot next to him.

You make your way to the couch and flop next to your brother, the smell of the spread in front of you making you hum in delight. You're both about to tuck in when he curses under his breath, climbing off the sofa with a promise to return with chopsticks. You lean forward and grab a dumpling with your fingers before dipping it in one of the sauces Taehyung laid out. It's almost in your mouth when the door to Jungkook's bedroom creaks slightly, causing you to put the dumpling back down and stare as he enters the lounge. He's dressed in a plain black shirt and sweats, and you drink in his figure shamelessly when he comes into view.

He spots you instantly as he walks further into the room, and you notice his eyes drop slightly to your chest, a short laugh blowing through your lips when you realise he's trying to see the imprint of the nipple piercings you said you were getting done today. "Hi, Koo—"

Your brother's voice cuts you off when he enters the living room again, "Kook! You hungry? There's heaps."

You take a pair of chopsticks when Tae hands you them, returning to your earlier action and grabbing the dumpling but successfully shoving it in your mouth this time. Your gaze lifts back to Jungkook as you chew, watching curiously as he looks at the food, looks at you, and then looks back to your brother. "Nah, bro, not hungry." He replies lowly before turning around and heading back into his room.

"Why did he come out then?" Taehyung snickers, leaning forward and slurping up a mouthful of noodles. You cough out a laugh, grabbing another dumpling and stuffing it into your mouth to avoid having to say anything. You knew why Jungkook was in a grump, and you also knew that he was definitely hungry. He's always hungry. You continue eating and internally decide that you will fix both of those problems before leaving the apartment tonight.

You and Taehyung talked for an hour and a half after you finished your dinner. It started on the topic of work—how your drama was going and how his shows were going. Then it got to the huge fucking Jungkook-shaped elephant in the room. You cried and apologised non-stop, and he kept telling you to cut it out, hugging you into his chest and telling you he wasn't mad. That life happens, and you can't help it." I'm supposed to be your big sister." You remember crying as he chuckled while patting your back like one would a newborn.

"How l-long did you know?" You hiccupped after breaking away from the embrace, reaching for your cup of water on the coffee table.

"Well, a few times, I caught him smiling at his phone and saw your name on the screen as I walked past. Or when he would shamelessly check you out whenever you'd come over. I thought he was just a horny douche," Tae laughed as you rolled your teary eyes, "but one night really caught me off guard. We were watching the first episode of your new drama when it dropped, and when the flashback kissing scene came on, he went dead quiet. Wouldn't talk for the rest of the episode and then went to his room when it finished."

"Jungkook," you say as you knock on his bedroom door, "I made you a plate. Can I come in?"

On the other side, Jungkook is lying on his bed, arm resting against the headboard behind his head, and tongue poking the inside of his cheek when he hears you call him by his actual name instead of a nickname like you usually do. He stays quiet and continues to scroll through a random social media app on his phone; he can't even tell you which one at this point. He's just trying not to give in. Call you in and shower your dumb face in kisses like he wants to. Pull your shirt up and see your newly pierced nipples because it's all he's been thinking about since you told him.

"I'm coming in, okay? Cover up!" You warn snarkily and smile in satisfaction when you hear him snort as you push the door open and step inside.

Jungkook's eyes flutter to you as you shut the door with your foot and shuffle over to his bed. His phone locks from inactivity, and he lets it slip from his hand as he watches you sit on the side of his bed, a plate of Chinese held in your hands as you poke his thigh with the chopsticks. "Eat."

He stares at your face for a second when you speak, his gaze lifting to your puffy eyes, making him sit up a little against the headboard. "Have you been crying?"

"Nothing gets past you, Sherlock." You mutter jokingly, leaning forward and placing the plate of food on his lap. "I know you're hungry. Hurry up and eat before I start feeding you."

He takes hold of the chopsticks when you wriggle them into his hand. Then, before you can pull your hand back, he grabs ahold of your palm, lifting it to his lips and placing a soft kiss on the top of your hand. "Thank you." He mumbles softly, grabbing some of the rice with the chopsticks before shoving it in his mouth.

"What are your plans tomorrow? I've got an interview on Thursday, but I don't have anything on tomorrow and was wondering if—"

"Why don't you go and do something with Jae?" He says after swallowing his mouthful, causing the words to cut off in your throat. Your eyebrows furrow as you stare at him in shock.

"Really?" You spit with a laugh, watching as he swirls the food around on his plate, his appetite suddenly vanishing.

"Yeah," he replies with a shrug, "we both agreed that we don't have the time to date. But you sure do go out on a lot of dates with him."

"This is about the piercings, right?" You can't help the tone of your voice rising, but you're slowly getting more pissed off by the second.

"The piercings, the concert, the ice cream. I'm sure there's a fuck tonne I don't know about too." He chuckles sorely, leaning over to his bedside table and setting down the barely touched plate of food.

"He's my co-worker. We are the leads in a show together; it's good for viewership for us to be seen together!" You stand from the bed, your voice getting even louder now, and you have to remind yourself to calm down so you don't bother your brother a few doors down.

"For viewership," he nods sarcastically, "getting your nipples pierced with your co-worker is good for viewership?" He can't help but laugh, his throat getting that familiar scratchy feeling as he imagines that fucker being in the room with you while you got them done.

"I've been planning them for a long time. You knew I wanted to get them done." 

"Why with him, ___?" Your nickname slipped venomously through his lips, "Why'd you go with him?" Jungkook's tone is low, almost defeated, as he refuses to make eye contact with you.

"He overheard me saying to Hee-Jin that I was going to do it today. He said he was planning on getting his nose pierced and offered to go with me," Jungkook is shaking his head now, his tongue rolling against the inside of his cheek as he tries not to think about it.

"Yeah, alright, _____. I'm tired, so—"

"Don't do that." You spit, cutting him off, and he raises his head to meet your eyes finally.

"Do what?"

"Don't shut me out. I hate it when you do that." You sigh, a hand lifting to run through your hair in frustration. Jungkook is quiet as he watches your chest heave while you calm down from yelling. He can't help his eyes falling to your tits, and you watch his eyebrows crease when he tries to find the imprint of the piercings.

"I didn't do it." You jab, and Jungkook's eyes lift to your face in pure confusion. At that moment, his stare drifts to your left ear and then your right, noticing the second addition to your lobes that he didn't see before. "Some lunatic called me before I got them done. He sounded pretty pissed, so I just got my ears done again." You snark, your eyes rolling back when you notice Jungkook's cheeky fucking smirk reappear on his lips.

You're close enough to the bed for him to gently lean forward and grab your arm. Before you have the chance to shrug him off, he's pulling you towards him, and you don't fight it as you fall onto the bed. Before you know it, he's ushering you onto his lap, his lip caught slightly between his teeth, and you have to stop yourself from leaning forward and kissing him. He's so pretty. 

"I like when you do things for me." He mumbles, his thumbs rubbing a soothing pattern on your hips as your shirt rises up slightly with your movement.

A soft hum escapes you as you allow more of your weight to press into him. The fabric of your jeans is rough against his crotch, and you can feel your lower body getting warmer by the second. "I know," you whisper, giving in and moving forward to press your mouth against his.

Jungkook's hands slide from your hips to your lower back when you lean forward, and he cheekily drops them to your ass, grabbing a greedy handful as you deepen the kiss. Your jaw slacks slightly when you feel him squeeze your ass, and he takes the opportunity to delve his tongue through your lips. His tongue brushes with your own, and he swallows the breathy moan that escapes as you allow him deeper into your mouth. Your hips move on their own accord, grinding harder into his lap, and he groans when you press down harshly, the denim of your jeans brushing him roughly through his pants.

"Shit." He moans as he breaks away from your lips. His hands don't leave your ass; if anything, he grips tighter before pressing you harder against him. You can feel him getting stiffer beneath you, making you whine at the feeling of him going from soft to hard between your legs.

"You're not hungry anymore?" You breathe as he flips you over so he's on top of you, his hands hastily working on the buttons of your jeans.

"No, I am." His voice is low as he makes his way down your body, pressing a soft kiss to the skin of your belly that reveals as your shirt rides up. Jungkook's lips move to your hipbone as he drags your zipper down, your jeans loose enough the slip off, and he drags them down, chucking them onto his floor without another thought.

He pats the side of your left thigh with his hand, and your knees come up instantly, understanding his wordless demand. "Really hungry," he mumbles, leaning down and attaching his mouth to your pussy through your panties. A whine leaves your lips instantly, hips involuntarily bucking into his face as he licks at your clit through the fabric. Your hands reach down to grab onto him, but you come up a little short. Jungkook notices and shuffles up a bit, letting you tangle your fingers through his hair, a satisfied hum leaving him when you tug at the strands harshly. He hooks a finger in the waistband of your underwear before sliding them down your legs, grunting at the sight of your glistening cunt. "So pretty."

"My pussy is pretty?" You choke through a moan as he lets a line of spit drip from his mouth onto you.

"Really pretty," he confirms before leaning down and burying his mouth into your cunt. Your eyes roll back as his lips wrap around your clit, his tongue peaking through to flick the nub as he sucks.

"F-Fuck," You groan as his right-hand grips your thigh, reassuringly squeezing as if coaxing you through it. Your eyes are squeezed shut; the wet, messy sounds of him devouring you are all you can hear. All you can feel.

Your eyes open as Jungkook pulls away, and you watch through hooded lids as he leans back a little before taking his middle and ring finger into his mouth. He coats them in as much saliva as possible before leaning down and placing a quick, sweet kiss on your clit. You let a giggle slip at the action before a high-pitched moan blows through your lips. He pushes both of his fingers fully into you, not stopping until he hits knuckle. "Holy shiiiiiiiit," you seethe, fingers untangling from his hair to rest at the back of his head.

Once his fingers are buried in you, he returns to your cunt, tongue lapping at your clit with vigour. He pulls the throbbing bud into his mouth, groaning when you push the back of his head further into you. He's nodding into your pussy, telling you to push harder without saying a word. "Kook." You whine, your fingers shakily entangling into his hair again and pulling him into you like he wants. His fingers haven't left you at all, and he curls them up, toying with that rigid spongey part. The tips of his fingers push at it teasingly, and it causes you to clench tightly around him, wanting to keep his hand trapped there forever.

He feels you start to shake, and his mouth moves with you, lips refusing to let go of your clit. "Fuck my tongue," he says as he pulls away slightly for air, "right now. Fuck my face."

"Oh my fucking god," you moan at his words, head falling back into his pillow as he goes back down again. His nose is buried in you now; the sloppy sounds of him slurping on your cunt spread goosebumps over your body. His fingers finally leave your hole before he leans a little lower, shoving his tongue into you. "Babyyyy, shit!" Your words come out as a mixture between a cry and a moan as he pistons his tongue into your hole, his fingers coated in your slick sliding up to circle your clit. 

"Fuck. My tongue." You can barely make out his demand as he doesn't relent his torture on your cunt, his words coming out muffled. Finally, you heave out a strangled moan before letting go and grinding your hips into his face. He moans in satisfaction, vibrating straight through your core, and you feel your legs begin to tremble.

"Come on, baby," Jungkook's words come out almost unintelligible again as his tongue continues to fuck into you, pulling a pornographic whine from your lips. "Good girl," he hums. His fingers are swirling against your swollen clit, maintaining a steady but ferocious pace, and it's blurring your vision. You can't stop yourself from bucking up into his face, earning a low groan when his tongue curves just right in your hole, and you push him into you so hard he can't breathe. Your right-hand slips out of his hair, slamming down onto his bed, your first unclenching to pull at his sheets with a trembling hand. His fingers lift off your clit for a second, and it's like you almost don't even notice it because his tongue takes its place, slurping your bud into his mouth. You hear shuffling and look up to see him pull his cock out of his sweats. You can't see it properly because he's kneeling at the edge of the bed, but you've witnessed the action enough to know when it's happening.

Once his cock is free, he stands from his knee, his hand wasting no time before reattaching to your clit. You can't take it anymore, your head turning to bury itself into his pillow to muffle your scream. The smell of his shampoo is embedded into the pillowcase, making your heart beat even faster, which you thought was simply impossible right now. Your toes curl as his thumb massages your clit, your hand lifting to grip the pillowcase tightly in your fist. "Gguk, I'm gonna—"

"I know, baby," he nods, his unoccupied hand reaching down to grasp his shaft in his hand before leaning forward and pushing into you. That's it. You're done for. 

"Oh! Oh, my fuck!" You scream as Jungkook shoves every inch of his cock into you, his balls flush against your entrance when he hits the base. He doesn't move. His thumb continues the torture on your clit, and he feels your walls tighten sorely around him as your back arches slightly off the bed. Your ears are ringing; eyes rolled to the back of your head as your chin points to the ceiling. 

"That's it, baby. Cream my fucking cockkkkk." He praises as you shake around him, your orgasm hitting you in a sudden wave. You think you're crying; you can't actually tell. Jungkook's eyebrows are furrowed as he stares in awe at your pussy convulse around him, watching your puffed clit pulse as you cum. "Shit," he whispers as he slowly slides his dick out of you for the first time since he entered you.

He doesn't let it fully slip out, instead pulling back until your lips are swallowing just the tip. He almost fucking growls when he sees his cock emerge sticky and wet, listening to you whine when he inches it gently back inside. "Are you trying to fucking kill me?" you groan, your hand coming up to rest against his chest. The side of his mouth pulls upwards as you let your hand slide under his shirt, nails tracing softly against his toned stomach. Your touch doesn't do anything to stop him, though, his gentle thrusts continuing as he watches your face for any sign of serious pain.

"God, you are," your words come out strangled, followed by a few shallow breaths as your pussy lets out a loud squelch every time he sinks back in.

"You can take it, right, baby?" Jungkook's tone is low and sinful. His gaze drops back to where you two are connected, his hips speeding up a little on each thrust. He watches as your eyes squeeze shut again, your hand that's under his shirt balling into a fist as you slam it against his chest. The shaky sensitivity in your pussy is strong, choked breaths slip from your mouth like a second language as you fight the overstimulation. "You always. Take it. So. Well." He's praising you between thrusts, and they're becoming more brutal with each one. Jungkook's head falls back a little as you squeeze around him slightly, listening to the sloppy noise of your cunt mixed with your moans. It's euphoric.

Suddenly, it's like a switch flicked in your brain because the pain turns to absolute pleasure, and your jaw slacks in pure ecstasy. Jungkook notices the transition and kneels on the bed, hooking his arms under the backs of your knees and pulling you down so you're flush against him. Your hand falls from his chest and next to you limply. You don't even have the power to move it as Jungkook slides his cock out of you before slamming it back in harder, then harder, then harder. He doesn't pull out until he's filled you to the brim, waiting to feel his balls hit your ass before pulling back and repeating the motion. You go to moan, though nothing comes out but an airy screech, your throat feeling raw and abused, just like your poor vagina right now.

"Slut," he mumbles sweetly, leaning down and pressing his lips against yours. You giggle against his mouth, using all the energy you have left to lift your hands and run them through his dishevelled hair before pulling him down to lay on you.

You feel Jungkook start to shake slightly, his usual giveaway that he's close. Breaking away from the kiss, your legs wrap around his butt and pull him into you as deeply as you can. "Mhm," you moan with a fucked out look on your face, hair sprawled out on his pillow, and he swears it's the prettiest he's ever seen you.

"There?" He grunts, the tip of his cock hitting that rigid spongey bit as he plows into you. 

"Mhm!" Your moan sounds distressed and crazed, but you can't even bring yourself to care. Your hands rack through Jungkook's hair, trailing down his back, and your nails dig into his skin as he slams his hips back, mercilessly fucking you into the bed. "There. There. Fucking thereeeeee!" You scream as his cock hits a part inside you that you didn't even know existed.

"Shit," he groans as your walls tighten around him, "I'm gonna fucking cum. Clench again, baby. Please. Please fuckk," He's begging, and your eyes roll to the back of your head at his whiny tone. His face falls to the crook of your neck as you give him what he needs, clenching your walls around him, and you hear him choke out a pained moan before he pushes into you with a final trembled thrust. He spills himself inside of you, painting the walls of your cunt, and you relish in the feeling. 

You're so close; the feeling of his cum inside of you only makes you even more aroused. "Keep going," your voice is hurried and hoarse, "Baby, please. Keep going. Keep goinggg. I'm close." You cry, your hand patting against his back in a pleading motion.

Jungkook can't do anything but growl into your neck as he pulls his hips back; the loud noise of his cum stuffed into you, squelching around his cock as he draws back, is fucking sinful. He ignores the burning feeling of sensitivity. He ignores the fact that his cock is softening by the second. Instead, he focuses on your moans of pleasure, pulling his face from your neck to watch your face contort in bliss. You can't take it anymore when his hand falls between you, thumb finding your clit without even fucking looking. "I'm. Gonna. Cum." You're shaking as he pounds into you, his thumb relentless on your clit. 

"Yeah?" He leans down, spitting harshly onto your cunt. "Fucking cum then," he taunts, his thumb sliding against your clit furiously. 

You can't speak. You can't open your eyes. You can't even breathe. You're surprised a strangled whimper finds its way from your throat, a blinding white flashing as your orgasm hits you. It washes over you like a tidal wave, and your back arches off the bed as you cum. Jungkook curses at the feeling of you pulsating around him and works you through your orgasm with a pained shudder.

As soon as you cower away from his touch, your pussy not able to handle the pressure on your clit any longer, he retracts his hand and heaves out a shaky breath. His hand pulls at the neckline of his shirt, slipping it off him and exposing his gorgeous abs. You can't even enjoy the sight properly, slumped against his pillow, harsh breaths blowing from your lips as you try to grasp back on reality. Jungkook lays the shirt under your butt, a low groan escaping him when he slips out of you, his cum drooling out of you and pooling onto his shirt. You look at him through squinted eyes as he stares at his seed dripping out of your hole, admiring it like a priceless piece of art. You watch as he bites his lip before tilting his head towards you with a cheeky smile.

Your eyes widen at his silent question, mouth opening in shock as you lift a shaky leg to swat at him with your foot. "If you try putting your dick anywhere near me right now, I'll fucking castrate you," you threaten as he chuckles at your reaction, letting his shirt capture the excess leakage before hobbling off to the bathroom to get a cloth.

You've managed to calm your breathing while listening to the bathroom tap squeak as Jungkook runs a washcloth under the water. He returns a few moments later, leaning down to press a quick kiss against your belly before he cleans you up. He's pulled his sweatpants back up now, but he's still shirtless, and you admire the way the muscles in his back tense as he goes to throw the dirty laundry in his hamper. He also grabs the plate of food that he abandoned on his bedside table before jogging it out to the kitchen. A comfortable silence washes over you both as he returns, and you just enjoy staring at his figure as he makes his way back to bed. Jungkook hands you back your panties before sitting on the side of the bed. He watches you tiredly sit up to wriggle them on before sliding back down and slamming your head onto the pillow.

"You're staying the night?" He asks in shock. You're always so quick to leave his place after sex; he does the same when it's at your place.

"We've had sleepovers before," you mumble into his pillow, snuggling deeper into his blanket.

He hums, slipping into the bed himself, and your warm arm moves under the blanket to drape over his chest. "Not after sex."

"Do you want me to go?" You reply quietly after a beat, your finger tracing light patterns on his upper chest.

Jungkook looks down at your hand, then your face. Your eyes meet his, and he just shakes his head, making you give him a soft smile in return. Your eyes flutter shut as he shuffles closer to you before he grabs your leg and drapes it over his waist. Jungkook follows suit, eyes closing as his breathing evens out. He's almost asleep, feeling your warm skin pressed against him, acting as the best sleeping pill money could buy. That is, until your voice breaks the silence.

"You would look so good with a lip ring."

His heavy eyelids peel open as he glances down at you. Your matted hair frames your face; eyes still shut. Your cheek is pressed against his chest; he could feel your lips move against him as you spoke.

"You're so random," Jungkook mumbles with a chuckle before closing his eyes again. He feels your lips pucker slightly, pressing a feathery, light kiss against his nipple as you let sleep take over you. The feeling is soothing, and all he can think about as the darkness engulfs him is getting a fucking lip ring.

#jeon jungkook #jungkook #jungkook smut #jungkook fic #jungkook fluff #jungkook imagine #jungkook x oc #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #bangtan #jungkook angst #jk x reader #jk x you #jk x y/n #bts smut #bts fanfic #bts imagine #bts au #idol au #jungkook idol au #jk smut

[hyukasmiles]

can u pls write abt dom tutor taehyun x reader … it’s been on my mind all day 😓😓

—Taehyun—

Description: I couldn’t decide on a subject so let’s just say math

Fem Reader

Warnings: NSFW// he makes fun of you// possessiveness// unprotected sex// NOT PROOF READ

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“Are you just dumb?” Taehyun laughs, looking over your paper. “It’s not even that hard.” He hands you back the practice sheet filled with little red marks and a giant 40 on the top. “I honestly don’t know how you’re passing.”

Tears well up in your eyes because you actually tried really hard this time! You even bailed on one of your friends to finish it in time for today but it still wasn’t any good. You bite your lip and look at him through your eyelashes, hoping maybe he’s just joking but all he does is sigh and take his glasses off. “What was so bad.” You sniffle, looking over the paper again.

“Everything.” Taehyun pulls out a giant textbook and opens it up to a random page. “Let’s get started hmm?” He pats his thigh and you comply immediately settling in his lap. “You know the drill, baby, one whole page and I’ll fuck you.”

You nod and spread your legs for his large hand. “Where do you want me to start?” He points at a paragraph halfway down the page and you’re not sure it’s even remotely related to what you’re doing in class but you start anyway, reading off the words- failing to process a single one of them. Your breath hitches when he pulls the neckline of your tank top down until your boobs fall out of the fabric, nimble fingers playing with the hard buds.

“When did you stop wearing panties around me?” Taehyun laughs, tucking the hem of your skirt into the waistband, laughing again when he drags his fingers across your already wet cunt. “God you’re pathetic.” He tuts at you, collecting your slick and shoving his fingers into your mouth, interrupting your reading. “How far did’ya get, baby?”

Your fingers are shaky as you point at a random point on the paper, hoping he wasn’t paying attention to what you were saying. But he was, because of course he was, and in response he takes his fingers out of your mouth and grabs you by the chin. “Don’t lie. You know how I feel about lying.” You slowly shift your finger up the page to where you actually left off.

Surprisingly he lets it go, his hands going back to groping you as you start reading again. It’s hard to focus though! Especially when his fingers are lightly tracing over your clit. You whine and try to roll your hips even though you know you shouldn’t, ready for him to lift you off of him and leave, but he must be feeling extra forgiving today because all he does is wrap a hand around your middle and instruct you to keep going.

Every light touch and barely there kiss has you desperate for more, every other word cut up with a little whine or plea for him to let you off just this one time but he doesn’t let up, instead he doubles down, tilting your head back and whispering in your ear. “Reread that one baby, I'm not sure you fully understand it.” Of course you didn’t! How could you understand anything with his mouth sucking pretty marks up and down your neck.

“Tae- I can’t think- I have to cum.” You grab his arm with your manicured fingers, nails painted in the color he requested. “Please!”

“Is this how you’re passing your classes, babe?” Taehyun, slips a finger into your desperate hole, providing a slight relief. “Do you open your legs for all the old men that teach you?”

“No! Just for you! I don’t even have a boyfriend!” You squeal, spit falling onto the pages below you.

“Of course you don’t. You’re so pretty though, I bet you could… wouldn’t have to be stuck with me if you’d just let one of our profs fuck you.” Taehyun’s never talked about this stuff before, his serious tone surprising you.

Even more surprising is the fact that he pushes the book away from you and presses your chest against the table. Behind you you can hear the metal clang of his belt buckle as he pulls his pants down to his knees. “But you won't, will you?” He grumbles, palming at your ass. “You like this, don’t you?”

“Love it!” You gasp as he pushes the fat tip of his dick into your cunt.

You’re basically putty in Taehyun’s hands as he fucks you into the wood. “Course’ you do.” He grabs your hand and pulls you into arching your back. You’re moaning and squeezing your eyes shut as he hammers his hips into yours. “Why’d you stop reading?”

Your brian freezes as he drags the book back in front of your face, somehow pointing at the exact word you left off at. “What?” You gasp, tears slipping down your face as he points at it again. You open your mouth to start because all you want is to make Taehyun proud but you can only get through the first syllable.

“Cmon, baby.” Taehyun laughs, pressing a kiss between your shoulder blades. “You want some help?” You nod at the offer, not sure what he’s going to do, hoping he’ll just push the book away again. And when he starts sounding out each word one by one you almost sob in frustration.

If you could think you’d probably be impressed with the fact that Taehyun is able to fuck you so well while steadily reading out the text, but all you can register is the fact that you can basically taste your orgasm. One of your hands slips down your body and one light touch against your clit has you folding in on yourself, your head falling onto the brick of a book.

You continue to play with your clit until you’re drooling, high pitched whines tumbling out of your mouth as you cream on your tutors dick. “Pull out, hyun.” You pant, slumping onto the table as Taehyun fucks himself into his orgasm. He grunts and slips out of your cunt, fucking his fist until he cums all over your back.

“Start reading again.”

#txt #txt smut #kpop smut #taehyun #taehyun smut

[be0mcore]

hello could I ask you for a reaction to txt when his crush calls bro 🫶🏻 please?

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ txt reaction to their crush calling them 'bro'

notes: hi anon! this was super fun to write. hope u enjoy!! <3

genre: fluff, crack, slight angst

tw: none

❥˗ˏˋyeonjun ´ˎ˗

◦ oh, this sneaky mf. bro??? that's all he was to you??? a 'bro'??? he immediately tackles you to the ground, tickling you while exclaiming 'bro, huh? where the hell did you learn that from?'. besides, two can absolutely play at that game. instead of calling you 'bro' back, he decides to call you sweet pet names to make you just as flustered as you make him. will start calling you sweetheart, darling, prince/ss, beautiful, etc. anything to make you realise that you're not just a 'bro' to him.

❥˗ˏˋsoobin ´ˎ˗

◦ soobin.exe has stopped working. mans is absolutely perplexed. he honestly does a double take, and just sits there processing what you just said. you guys were getting so close recently, he completely forgot that you only saw him as a friend. he pouts his lips as tears start forming, and plays with the hem of his jumper to distract himself. he does find you extremely adorable, so he starts smiling at the randomness of it, but deep down is disappointed at the unrequited feeling.

❥˗ˏˋbeomgyu´ˎ˗

◦ his reaction is honestly a mix of yeonjun and soobin's. just like yeonjun, he will waste zero time in teasing you about it. but instead of using pet names, he starts calling you 'bro' back while putting on a fake 'alpha-male' accent y'all know the one. 'sure thing, bro' 'you want a glass of water, bro?' 'hey bro, did you wanna watch a movie bro?'. he keeps going until you hit him out of annoyance. however, just like soobin, he's using the jokes and laughter to cover up his sadness at the realisation that you may have just friendzoned him :(

❥˗ˏˋtaehyun´ˎ˗

◦ tae, like usual, gives absolutely zero reaction. like nothing. just sits there and acts as if you calling him bro is a regular occurence which happens all the time and is definitely not something out of the ordinary. meanwhile, his heart is pounding so hard he thinks it might fall out of his chest, but he remains composed. so to annoy him, you do it again. and again. and again. you honestly think about giving up until taehyun sighs heavily and asks 'what is it, bro?'. you definitely didn't expect him to play along, and taehyun sits there smirking, knowing he just beat you at your own game.

❥˗ˏˋkai´ˎ˗

◦ 'bro?? who's bro??' this man asks the audacity, completely unaware of what you were doing. he honestly thinks you're talking to someone else, until he sees your eyes locked on his. and then it clicks. 'ohhh... i'm the bro...'. and you're just sitting there like yah ur my bro why wouldn't you be?? and he just goes red and stutters a quiet 'nothing no reason' before going back to what you were doing. kai was acting weird and it was, dare i say it, kinda sus tho

#txt #tomorrow x together #tomorrow by together #choi yeonjun #choi soobin #choi beomgyu #kang taehyun #hueningkai #txt fluff #txt headcanons #txt reactions #txt angst #yeonjun x reader #soobin x reader #beomgyu x reader #taehyun x reader #kai x reader #kpop #kpop fluff #kpop angst #kpop scenarios #kpop reactions #kpop headcanons #txt scenarios

[jkpng]

hi ant <3 stopping by to ask you what your favourite jungkook hair is (a top 5 if needed choosing is hard)

HELLO i am so glad and honoured u asked. but also thats the hardest question ive ever heard i could do a top 20 not kidding even a little bit 😞 also nobody needs visuals to know what im talking abt but i added them anyways to be extra annoying <3

ok my #1 forever and always is this two tone shit that i never know how to describe but. its kenmaesque its my favourite forever any and all colours

#2 is bob. itd be 1st but kenmaesque cant be dethroned even by the bob. bob jungkook i could treat u right PLEASE call me back please (also i would go to war for this bob the dora jokes were funny but i fr blocked ppl for being mean. so short lived i hope so bad that someone told him his bob was pretty and not just doracore etc. tae at that movie premiere u better have hyped up his little bob……….)

#3 is fluffy brown its sooo pretty but also double edged sword cuz it inflicts the worst genvy on me 😞

#4 is long hair (unemployed edition)……..spring 2023 wolfcut-ish was smth else

#5 is the fluffy curly long bangs plus little hair tie u know the one. tumblr is homophobic and wont let me add more images smh

#thank u for giving me an opportunity to yap 🫶❗️ #HONOURABLE MENTIONS. the curls he had in home performance on jimmy fallon specifically #the cunty long hair with undercuts on the sides. the fluffy seven era mullet. bv4 triangle gimbap. #MINT‼️ long grey like in the hoodie designing process vid. cherry. the mullet in the 1st ck campaign #the- *gunshot* #asks #gab tag

[moni-logues]

Seokjin is 100% wrath. We’ve seen it. We have proof. He has the lung capacity to scream at his dongsaengs and the words to cuss the fuck out of them

Tae is envy (there’s a reason why he likes green yaknow) wether is the good/bad kind it depends on the situation or the person. Or the mood he’s in tbh

Yoongi is sloth impersonated. His deadlines are piling up but he just wants to lay on his studio couch. He’ll do them all but when he fucking wants to. He cant be bothered

Jungkook is obviously gluttony. That specific face he makes when the food is good? Yeah. And he can’t leave food on the plate, he has to finish it. If he did, he tried his best. He’ll be full af but he’s already thinking what he’s going to do with the leftovers for his next meal. A foodie baby star candy indeed

Hobi is very greedy. He always wants MORE! (u get it? More!! Like his so-ok) he could have just dropped jack in the box but no. He did a listening party. Exclusive signed gift boxes. A documental. Freaking hobipalooza. New Year’s Eve performance. Mama performance. Another two fucking collabs. WHEN DOES HE STOP?? (and no it’s not because he’s going next, I refuse to believe that. talk to the hand).

Jimin is sooo flirty and has that sensual vibe that is so endearing. Idk if lust but he’s always teasing us with his eyes or tongue!! Jail time. He also has a dirty mind and makes double meaning jokes. So yeah he’s lust. And his costume would be filter D2 outfit. Makeup tattoos and all.

Namjoon is pride but in a good way? Like he has to honor things. He can’t just talk about them, he has to praise them and make the world see things trough his eyes (idk if I make sense with this one but I’m trying ok my latina brain is leaking smoke by now lmaoooo)

This is my personal opinion and I don’t see it any other way😂😂😂 ok imma go do some actual work before I’m fired hehehee 💜💜💜💜💜 i had fun thinking about this!!

YES, girl, show your working!!!!!!!

JK with gluttony feels Real, True, Correct. It's gotta be. Man loves to eat

And I love greed for Hobi!

Sloth is a popular one for Yoongi, too!

Match the BTS members to the seven deadly sins!

#ask games #simp47koreancrackheads

[taechaos]

Silent Treatment

from Textbook Love drabble series

pairing: bully!Jungkook x nerdy!fem!Reader

genre: drabble, smut, college au

synopsis: Why did you reject him? He’s consumed by his thoughts and theories of your behavior because you didn’t say a single word to him. If your actions were anything to go by, which apparently speak louder than words, you didn’t even want him to touch you.

warnings: slight angst, drugs, arguing, dubcon, cunnilingus, mild degredation

word count: 4.2k

tags: @mwitsmejk @1-in-abillion @kooookie

a/n: the request (contains some spoilers). i'm gonna take a very short break from this couple to write other requests!! hope u enjoy 💗

The shift in the Spring weather is unpredictable. One moment it’s chilly, and the other sunny. Humans can only adapt so much, and it causes an outbreak of common colds. Most people recover easily, handy medicine soothing their sore throats, syrups suppressing coughs, and nose sprays ridding the blockage. You, on the other hand, are not that lucky. With a weak immune system, you’re very careful to not get sick, but there must have been a slip-up because you’ve somehow lost your voice after catching a cold.

You sniffle and cough, but you can’t speak. It’s advised to not exert your vocal cords in cases like these, and that is just so unfortunate for you. The last thing you’d ever want to do is spread your sickness to Jungkook, and that meant not getting too close to him; it meant no kissing. 

A very large white placard is spread out in front of you on the wooden table, and you’re plastering printed images of a specific global issue on it. You’re sitting on a bench with two of your friends as they chatter mindlessly while you work. Jungkook has a project about climate change due in a few days, and it’s supposed to be very important for his final grade. You’ve already written him a script for his presentation along with a stick prop to point at specific pictures. It’s fun, glittery and he’s going to love it. 

“Hey,” Minnie, your friend, calls for you, “we’re going to get some coffee from Starbucks. Want us to get you green tea?”

Soyeon laughs when your eyes light up; it’s your favorite beverage, and it’s supposed to help with your sore throat. They leave with a smile after you give them a hyper nod and you’re alone as you adjust your woolen scarf around your neck. You need to heal as fast as you can so you’re no longer missing your beloved’s affection.

Jungkook has been feeling more inclined to approach you without reason lately, but that doesn’t mean it’s a common occurrence. Getting teased by his friend, specifically Taehyung, about having a sissy crush on a girl like yourself angered him to no end. A hit always got him to shut up, but not for long. He’s walking your way today because there’s no one around to judge him for talking to you. 

You’re tearing a double-sided tape when he sits on your table, carefully avoiding your materials. Your breath hitches as his eyes gloss over your work in progress. “Working hard, I see,” he comments with disinterest. He doesn’t say anything about your efforts, but he’s impressed. The corner of his lip tugs upwards before he leans in for a kiss. You have enough self-control and concern for his well-being over your desires to lean back before your lips make contact. His face is close to yours as he pauses and slightly frowns before trying again. He receives the same results and finally pulls back. 

“You did well,” he frowns at you and speaks as if you’re a child, “I’m praising you.” Your eyes are darting back and forth awkwardly and you don’t know what to do other than sit in silence. You put your hands on his knees as a resort and his frown deepens as he watches you. “I can take a hint, you know. You don’t have to fucking ignore me.” He roughly shoves your hands and stands up before storming off with a scoff. You’re torn between following him and being responsible over your belongings. You can’t let his grades go to waste because of a small misunderstanding, so you decide to text him instead. There’s always a possibility someone might steal his project. Or maybe after he’s cooled off? You delay the message, but somewhere in your heart, you’re satisfied by his reaction because it’s clear that he wanted to kiss you.

Heavy footsteps clomp against the sidewalk before Jungkook slumps on the seat next to Taehyung. It’s an isolated area for smoking students at the back of the campus, and his friend group is no exception to this role. They’re taking drags of cigarettes individually as Jungkook glares at his boots. They’re chunky and a bold black, and his dark outfit paints him as the big bad wolf. It fits, because he’s ready to attack when he’s filled with so much resentment. Why did you reject him? He’s consumed by his thoughts and theories of your behavior because you didn’t say a single word to him. If your actions were anything to go by, which apparently speak louder than words, you didn’t even want him to touch you. It doesn’t make sense, but you also grimaced at him, but then why were you doing his homework? He’s feeling frustrated, and upset all the same.

“Someone’s troubled,” Seokjin points out with a mouthful of smoke. “Kookie?”

Said boy only grunts in response.

“Did the lousy girl finally see you for who you really are and leave you?” Taehyung doesn’t hesitate to mock him with a pout. “Tragic.”

“Shut the fuck up, Tae,” Jungkook spits and sends him a death glare, fire flaming in his fierce eyes. “Go actually talk to a girl or something, and leave me alone. I can’t take your shit right now.”

The low blow doesn’t affect Taehyung in the slightest as he holds up his hands in defence with comically wide eyes. “Relax, tiger.”

“Moving on from Tae’s inability to talk to girls in broad daylight, what’s up with you Kook?” Namjoon butts in, earning a fake cough from the receiving end of the insult.

He pauses for a moment before babbling, “I hate those bitches. My mother for one, couldn’t stand wearing clothes whenever she saw a dude. Moving on from guy to guy, unless they’re a fucking asshole. What do they want? Why are they never fucking satisfied?!”

A moment of silence passes among the huddled friends before Yoongi breaks it with a joke, “Who’s the lucky girl?” It doesn’t land as Jungkook deeply sighs in response. “Did she cheat on you?” he tries again.

“No,” he murmurs.

“Then…?”

“She… I don’t fucking know, she gave me the silent treatment. She leaned away from me too,” he shakes his head with a quiet groan, “it just doesn’t add up. I got mad and left.”

“No way that could’ve ended up badly,” Taehyung chuckles but purses his lips when he’s sent another dirty look.  “How long was the interaction anyway?” 

“Like 30 seconds.”

“Are you coming out tonight?” Yoongi asks and puts out the burning tip of his stick. “Could help you feel better.”

“And we’ve got molly,” Namjoon adds.

“Yeah, fine, whatever.”

Alcohol’s effect on a person differs in moods, and Jungkook is usually a horny drunk. Being a sad drunk is a first for him tonight, but he’s just so confused. It made his heart drop when you outwardly refused his advances and anxiety blossomed in his chest, which he has no idea how to deal with. It kicked in fight or flight instincts, and he just… hated the idea of you not loving him, even if it’s momentary. He can’t bear staying in a situation that makes him feel so insecure, and that feeling is supposed to be left in his childhood. You just about brought out the worst in him without doing anything. 

You didn’t do anything.

It’s 10PM and he’s waiting on your usual good night text that he never responds to. It’s so pathetic, and he hates himself for being so used to your affection that it worries him when he’s deprived of it. He’s never doubted your love for him, but his insecurities are churning his gut. It’s an overflow of all of his pent-up emotions, and he can’t handle it.

“Here,” Taehyung pops in out of nowhere, clutching a pill in his hand. There’s a bottle of water in the other as he holds them out for Jungkook to take. “Stop moping and get laid.”

“I’d say the same to you, but you’d probably start crying during sex,” he mumbles and uncaps the bottle before throwing in the pill and washing it down with the water. “Thanks.”

“See that girl over there?” he ignores him and steps behind his miserable friend to point at the owner of the sultry gaze directed at Jungkook from the bar. “She wants to fuck you. Or maybe me, but I’m passing her onto you.”

“How kind of you,” he sarcastically replies.

“Uh-uh, so you’re gonna be in ecstasy in about 10 minutes. Don’t fuck this up.” He slaps his shoulder before disappearing into the kitchen. It’s a lonesome party because not a lot of people are allowed in when drugs are involved. Causing a ruckus, receiving a noise complaint and then getting arrested is out of the question. 

He isn’t interested in sex with a stranger - not today at least -, but he hopes for it to change as he waits to approach her. Maybe drugs will rile him up enough to have fun with someone else and rid his mind of you. It’s an annoying itch on his brain, so he rests his head against the couch to comfort himself with the soft fabric. He’s sleepy from the beer he drank earlier, and he doesn’t know how time goes by so fast when he closes his eyes.

A few minutes must have passed, because he’s starting to feel dizzy in his seat. A smile carves on his face as his mind grows slightly fogged, and he opens his eyes to find the girl quietly chatting with a friend. When she glances at him, he beckons her to come over. She mouths a “be right back” to her friend before strutting in his direction.

“Hey,” she smiles down at him before sitting on the couch. She’s aristocratic, chic and pretty. “Sorry if I weirded you out earlier.” Her voice is sweet like honey, and her words flow out of her tongue so naturally. A dream girl, really, and Jungkook is starting to get horny.

“I don’t mind,” he reassures with a subtle seductive tone, “what’s a girl like you doing with this crowd? You look too innocent.” He wraps a finger around a strand of her hair and twirls it. It feels strange.

“My friend sent me here, told me to watch over someone,” she lowly speaks. “I’m Soyeon.”

“Nice to meet you, Soyeon,” he breathes before crashing her lips with his. His hand reaches down to grip her thigh, tongue poking out to swipe the sticky gloss. It’s flavored, and it tastes of strawberry. When she kisses him back so slowly, innocently, it turns him on so much. His pants feel tight around his crotch as he runs another hand through her soft hair. Compared to him, she’s passionate whereas he’s sloppy. He’s starting to get dizzier, and it feels so fucking good, but he hates it.

There is not a single reason for him to not enjoy this, not when his mood is lifting so high. The hand on her thigh lands on her cleavage instead and she’s so submissive and shy, but something’s off. He groans into her mouth before biting her lip, ripping a whine out of her. Why does she sound so sexy and annoying?  

He pulls away from her before sighing in irritation. “Fuck, I can’t do this.” 

“Did I do something wrong?” she asks worriedly.

“No, just, fuck.” He starts laughing before rubbing his palms on his eyes, “I really want to fuck, but I just can’t.”

“We can just chat,” she softly suggests. “What’s your name?”

“Jungkook.”

He removes his hands from his face when she goes silent. Her eyes are wide and she’s gaping at him… guiltily? “Crap,” she hisses quietly, “I was supposed to make sure you were okay. My roommate is like, super in love with you and asked me to come here.”

He says your name in a question, wondering if it’s you. When she nods, he asks for your dorm instantly.

“She’s in room 124… Why?”

When he stands up, there’s a sway in his posture but he recovers quickly. There’s an involuntary grin on his face as he thanks her ignorantly. He’s out of the villa in a rush, and he has the overwhelming urge to just run. The campus is a bit far away from the house, but he doesn’t care as his footfalls echo in the dark streets. He has so much energy to waste, and with his current stamina, he’s confident he’ll find you before dawn. It’s stupid but it’s fun, and he doesn’t care for catching his breath as the corner stores pass by him in a blur. 

Throughout the two hours of his reckless jog, where he mixed up directions multiple times, his mind is starting to clear up little by little. He’s happy because of what Soyeon told him, and he feels relieved upon seeing the familiar college building. He’s not allowed in dorms at this time, but he’s done this too many times to get caught. Except he was drunk in those instances, and being on MDMA was different. Sneaking past security was tough because he couldn’t bring himself to tiptoe without making so much noise. When they glanced at him, he thought it to be the only choice to just run past them. He’s in the elevator by the time they catch on, and the numbers look wonky in his eyes but he presses the button for the right floor. 

He’s shifting his weight repeatedly in an attempt to contain his excitement; he wants to see you so bad. The moment he hears the ding of the elevator, he’s running past the halls and stops upon seeing 124. He has to squint, but he knows this is your dorm. 

You wake up with a silent gasp when there’s a pound on the door. You clutch your sheets in fear until someone starts to sing your name. “Jungkook?” you mouth to yourself. You stand up and look through the peephole and there’s a man on the other side who’s bouncing on his feet impatiently.

“Open up,” he sings loudly. You’re worried when you swing the door open and yank him inside so he doesn’t wake up any other students. You try to talk but only a wheeze comes out, so you switch on the light to see him instead. The brightness hurts your eyes as you close them for a few seconds. “Well, well, well, look who we have here…”

He starts to circle around you slowly and stumbles behind you. “Sending people to spy on me after rejecting me like that.” His words are slightly slurred and you turn around to face him with a pout. You point at your throat to give him a hint, but his eyes don’t waver from your pleading ones. “What are your intentions, huh?” he weakly pushes you, “Sending me mixed signals. Who- who do you think you are?”

You hold his hands and place them on your neck, trying to communicate with him by mouthing, “I’m sick,” but he only chuckles. He seems sickeningly joyous, but he’s not over his anger. “Still not going to talk to me? What did I even do?”

You deeply inhale from your nose because he’s not paying attention to you. You’re frustrated with yourself until he yells, “WHY WON’T YOU TALK TO ME?” The surge of serotonin, his state of euphoria is crashing down on him the more you ignore him. He had believed the drug would only make him happy, but it intensified his sadness and anxiety just as much when he saw you. It helped him forget you in a social circle, but you confused him so much after he was reassured for so long - coupled with your silence, he’s raging.

“Why are you ignoring me?! What did I do that was so bad that you can’t bear talking to me anymore? You told me you loved me, please,” he chokes and tries to swallow the lump in his throat. “I-I’ll make it up to you, I’m so sad right now. Just say something…”

You’re watching him in shock and a hint of fear from his fluctuating mood. You want to cry at how pitiful he looks, but instead you aim to grab a piece of paper from your bedside table. He misreads your actions and pushes you against the wall. “Stop this. Stop!” He has your arms pinned and he’s trying so hard to intimidate you so you give in. A dry sob leaves you because he's going mad, but then he has a sudden epiphany. “Maybe you’ll love me again if I fuck you hard enough and engrave it in your brain that you’re mine. Yes, yes!”

He starts unbuckling his belt and you immediately try to stop him; he’ll get sick! He shoves you again and pulls down his jeans before mashing his mouth against yours. All of your efforts have gone to waste when his tongue forces its way down your throat. There’s no point to denying him now, so you hesitantly kiss him back. You’re so guilty, and he’s so careless as he roughly pushes his hand down your white cotton shorts. You’re wearing a navy blue sweater to match so you don’t get cold in the night, but the shorts are meant to prevent a fever. What’s the point now, then? He hasn’t even read your texts that you only remembered to send before sleeping. He missed a whole paragraph of your explanation and confronted you so angrily.

“I’m going to fuck you all night,” he growls against your lips, “then you’ll remember how much you love me.” Your moans are quiet and hitched as he presses down on your clit through your panties. His other hand is on his cock as he strokes it eagerly, ready to get inside you. “I missed you so fucking much in one day,” he whispers in a croak. Hearing it makes you feel even warmer inside as you nudge his hand to urge him to enter you. “You missed me too, huh?” he takes notice of your neediness. “Shouldn’t have fucking brought it upon yourself then.”

He removes his hand from your shorts and taps your thighs before demanding, “Jump.” You bite your lip in consideration until he taps them harder and you quickly wrap your legs around his waist. Your shorts are relatively short, resembling loose boxers, so when your back is pressed against the wall he only pushes them and your underwear to the side before thrusting into you. A scream gets caught in your throat, and you forget all about your aches as he roughly fucks into you without caring for protection or lube. It stings only slightly, but the pleasure in feeling so full of him outweighs the pain.

Jungkook is moaning and groaning as he bruises your thighs in his hold. Your panting is all he can catch, and though the feeling of you is an amplified sensation because of the drug coursing in his system, he wants to hear you chant his name as well. “Still quiet?” he tuts and carries you to your narrow bed and you cling onto his shoulder while trying to catch your breath after the sudden attack. “Your cunt is throbbing though,” he says as he pulls out of you and drops you on the bed. He manhandles you by flipping you on your stomach and holds up your ass. He finally takes off your bottom clothing, but he’s slightly dizzy as he yanks them off your ankles. He spreads your thighs apart and you’re on your knees with your head against the mattress. “I wonder why that is,” he says before slapping your pussy, making you whimper quietly. “So wet, yet you don’t even make a sound. Some whore you are.” You purse your lips and muster a whine, but it’s interrupted when he pistons his cock inside you without warning. Your sounds are hoarse as he pounds into you from the back, hands kneading your ass to the shape of his hands. He gives it a spank as he moans loudly; the new position makes it feel so much more intense, and Jungkook loves it. His ears finally get to hear your pathetic mewls as he thrusts so deeply inside you that your vision blurs with tears and your eyes roll to the back of your skull. You feel like a doll that can’t speak or move, and he’s evidently enjoying it going by his rushed pace. You’re challenging him with your silence, and he loves proving himself.

All of a sudden however, he stops moving. You look behind you with a pout and he quirks a brow at you. You grit your teeth because you know he's waiting for you to tell him to continue, or rather daring you to do something. A sudden surge of confidence overcomes you and you gently slam your hips against his, fucking yourself on his cock with your eyes screwed shut.

“Yes, baby,” he strains, “show me that you're still my good girl.” At his encouragement, you meet his thrusts faster and you're seeing stars at how amazing it feels. You want to be his good girl so bad, and you arch your back to savour the pleasure. “Your pussy is mine, all mine,” he affirms to himself and stills your hips to turn you around without removing his length. His fingers are digging into your flesh and your tits bounce under the fabric as he rams into you restlessly. Your mouth is open in a silent scream and he can barely make out your pupils, the whites of your eyes stirring his climax at how attractive you look under the poor lighting. “I love you so fucking much,” he cries, “say it back, baby.”

You try to, but you can only dryly cough. “You fucking bitch,” he hisses at your defiance and pulls out of you to pump his length. He’s close to his release, and he pushes up your sweater to see your hard nipples that make him salivate. He crawls to slide his cock between the valley of your breasts and it hurts when he harshly pushes them together. “Stick out your tongue,” he commands in a whisper, and you do so while panting like a dog. Every time he thrusts upwards, the tip of his head grazes your tongue and leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. He’s massaging your tits as he stutters between whines, and eventually his load spurts out to land on your chest and cheek with a particularly loud groan. His cum surges down his shaft as he rides out his high with the last slow thrusts. 

“Oh fuck,” he sighs airily and collapses next to you in the tiny space available. You clumsily turn on your side to give him more room and he pecks your swollen lips. He zips his pants back up and you’re still naked from the waist down. You’re staring at each other adoringly in the romantic, fragile atmosphere; another first.

“I love you,” you croak finally. It’s quieter than a whisper, and it makes you cringe at how hideous you sound; it’s painful as well.

His face lights up once he registers your words before noticing the tone. “What happened to your voice?”

“Sick.” You can’t bring yourself to say anything more as you snuggle into his side and he instinctively wraps an arm around your shoulders.

“Shit,” he murmurs, “why didn’t you tell me that sooner, idiot?”

You slap a hand on his front pocket where his phone is, and he hastily takes it out to see a bunch of notifications from you. “You sent it at night, you’re still the idiot.” You giggle and roll your eyes. “A promise is a promise, though,” he purrs before cupping your bare heat. “I did say I would fuck you all night.” You widen your eyes when his head lowers down to face your sopping wet cunt, and he slowly licks up a stripe over your soaked folds, making you shudder and grip his hair. He’s leaving kitty licks all over your sensitivity, the tip of his tongue lightly brushing against your clit every now and then. Your hips lift involuntarily, and he finally takes your clit in his mouth and sucks on it loudly. He slurps your arousal before spitting it back on your hood, and you can only squeak in response. Your hazed mind only tells you that you want more, and he doesn’t fail to provide.

Two fingers enter your clenching hole, and he’s scissoring your walls as he messily eats you out. The pleasure from earlier returns all too soon and you know you won’t be able to last long. His lids are hooded when you glance down at him and the way he’s looking at you makes it even harder to resist your orgasm. The knot in your stomach picks back up right before unraveling and your moan is raspy as you start twitching under his relentless mouth. He grows gentle and leaves kisses all over your vulva until your body falls limp on the sheets.

After another round of penetrative sex, the two of you fall asleep from exhaustion in your bed. It’s a first for the both of you, and Jungkook decides in his drunken mind that tonight won’t be the last. It feels so intimate when he cuddles you, and you won’t ever forget his love confession.

The next morning is not so pleasant however, as Jungkook wakes up with a loud sneeze and in his now nasal voice says, “God fucking damn it.”

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[raggaraddy]

Sugar Daddy turned sour

Request: Hi!!!! read all of ur works its all amazing cant believe ur new.. can i request for a yan sugar daddy taehyung x reader x yan sugar daddy jungkook. they found out that that y/n have 2 sugar daddies and they lost their sanity(as if they even have that)...Thank u and YOU GOOD,KEEP GOING💜💞💞💞💞😘😁

A/N: I don't know how to post a reply to a personal message yet because I am new and Tumblr deficient 😅 But I hope you like the scenario ^-^ thanks for the request 💜

Here for Part 2

Summary: Juggling two guys and getting everything you want from them has always been easy for you, and Taehyung and Jungkook are no exception. Or so you thought.

Trigger warnings: Mentions of non-con, assault, cheating, violence.

Yandere! Taehyung

Yandere! Jungkook

Sunday.  Taehyungs day.  

You open your webcam, checking your eyeliner quickly in the startup view as you wait for the Tae to pick up on the other side. He pops up quickly a beaming smile filling his face.  

“Y/n! Baby, I’ve missed you.” He’s radiant. As happy and as bubbly he always is. 

You go along listening to him excitedly run through his past few days, telling you everything in excruciating detail as he jumps from one half-finished thought to another. He may be an adult but he certainly has a young soul. The whole while you feign attention, your fingers continually fidgeting with the diamond necklace or the matching bracelet he had sent you a few weeks back.

“How was your weekend?”  He finally gets around to asking. 

“Not so good. I always have to work so much," You complain, batting your eyes at the camera.  

“You could always quit and come live with me.” He jokes-but not really. It’s a topic he has raised 3 times already.  And you have the same answer ready as always. 

“Daddy, you know I’m a strong and independent woman. I could never let someone else pay for me.” You pout, running your tongue over your lower lip while pushing your chest up a little to draw attention.  “It’s just my rent is so expensive. I feel like I work just to pay the bills.” 

In truth, your rent is already being covered by someone else.  But he doesn’t need to know that. 

While you continue to run through the fabricated details of your weekend, Taehyung is distracted, looking down at his phone.  You know what's happening. It’s like a game. And you’re winning. Your banking app sends a notification, letting you know that K. Taehyung has just sent you a payment. 

You open it up. Yep. That's rent for the month.  Or more, money for that new TV you wanted.  

“Oh! Daddy, noo.” You whine down the camera. “You can’t.  I am okay. Really. Please don’t spend your money on me.” You frown if only to stop the smile that is fighting to fill your face. 

“I want to baby. I have the money, and I just want you to be happy. Don’t stress about bills okay. I’m here.” 

Sometimes, it’s almost too easy.  

“Okay Daddy, if you insist.”

Tuesday.  Jungkooks day.  

With Jungkook it’s a much more straightforward transaction.  He has said he wants to pay for you and he hates the back and forth pretences.  He just wants you to say thank you, smile pretty, and give him all your attention.  

“Do you need anything more for the week?” He asks through the camera.

“No Daddy, you take such good care of me. Thank you.” You smile. 

“You still have the weekend of the 14th off?” He raises his eyebrows suggestively.  Off-screen you quickly scan through your calendar.  

14th, 15th and 16th: Jk weekend.  

Hmm, that came up quicker than you expected. You try to keep your booty calls with them as far apart as possible. 

“Of course, I’m so excited! I haven’t seen you in weeks.” You say, it been less than 100% truthful.

“Months.” He corrects with a surreptitious undertone.  

“Where are we staying this time?” 

You always insist to stay in hotels. Because ‘your apartment feels too busy and mundane, and you want the time you spend with him to be magical and undistracted’. Honestly, you just don’t want him, either of them, in your personal space. You purposefully chose boys who live a few hours away.  It’s hard enough to keep them separated in your everyday life with them being far away. It could only get messy for them to know where you live and how to reach you in person.

You’ve certainly gotten smart at this. Arranging the two men into different days of the week, scheduling them into your calendar to keep them apart and unaware of the other. Both had specifically said very early on that they do not want to share you with anyone else.  And that you were all theirs. And while both of them seemed to trust you, you knew their reactions would be unpleasant, to say the least, if they found out about the other. 

Sugar Daddies can be so possessive. 

But while both these men are very handsome, money is better and more reliable than boys. And if they are stupid enough to spend it all on you, why should you care.

The week passes quickly and it’s the 14th.  Once more you find yourself in the lobby of a 5-star hotel. Jungkook arrived in town early and sent you a message with the room number. 

Time to actually work for your money. 

You knock on the door only to find it slightly open.  Entering there is a trail of rose petals lining the floor leading into the suite. All the lights are dimmed with a warmth of candlelight filling the room. This is so typically Jungkook. Pulling out all the stops to try to impress. 

Dropping your bag at the entrance, you close the door behind you and explore inwards.  

“Daddy?” You call out in a singsong voice. Your heels clack on the tiled floor as you round the corner into the living room. Jungkook is sitting on the lounge, one leg crossed over the other, arms rested up over the back. You smile at seeing him. You always seem to forget just how stunning he is in person. 

“Which one of us are you referring to?” A deep voice startles you from behind. You jolt, spinning to see Taehyung standing behind you leaning against the wall.  

Holy fuck. 

Your mind starts to jumble through what is happening. Thinking about what it was that might have given you away. Evaluating how much they may know. And planning your next move.  

Damn it.  You doubt you’ll be able to smooth talk your way out of this with Jungkook. He’s too direct and absolute. So you’ll just have to accept that that relationship is over. However, you might be able to salvage this situation with Taehyung if you play your cards right. Being defensive should do the trick.

“What is this?” You snap, keeping focused on Taehyung. “This is such a violation of my privacy! You keep smothering me Taehyung! See this is why I tried to find someone else to hang out with.” You stomp your foot. He would always wrap around your finger so quickly with the little girl act. 

“Ha!” He blurts out a short laugh in contradiction to how you expected him to react. “Wow. No, go on. I want to see where this is going.” 

“Do you think we only just found out about each other?” Jungkook pipes up, coming from the couch. 

You sigh. You had almost saved enough for a holiday to the Maldives too. But they seem to know too much. Fine. You can burn both relationships. They were starting to get too clingy anyway.  “Whatever.” You roll your eyes. You got all you could from them. Time to move on to the next.

As you shrug them off, Taehyung steps into the path of the front door. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” Both he and Jungkook start to close in tighter. There is a cold tone to his words. Something far too close to a threat for your comfort. Even in heels, both men naturally stand taller than you which usually wouldn’t bother you. But with an unsteadiness to your footing and a very short dress on, in a dark room with two men you have used and spurned, you are feeling even more vulnerable than you feel you should. 

“Move.” You order. 

A smirk on his lips, Taehyung lifts his hand up and backhands you, knocking you back a few stumbled steps. You gasp, your hand clinging to your cheek, eyes wide in shock. He starts forward, Jungkook intervening, standing between the two of you. 

You can not believe he just hit you! He has never done anything like that before.

“No, don’t do that.” He stops Taehyung as he starts to swing again.  Shaking all over, you’re relieved that one of them is seeing sense.  You take the outstretched hand of Jungkook, lip trembling from the burn on your cheek. He draws you closer and you wrap into him for protection. In the same motion, his free hand swings down punching you in the stomach, doubling you over, dropping you to the floor. “If you hit her head, she might get spaced out. I want her to feel this.”

His words send a chill down your spine. This can not be happening.

“Are you crazy!” You gape, trying to speak while gulping down air. Your head is dizzy, your lungs burning.  Kicking off your heels for better movement, you climb back up to your feet not wanting to engage either man. Eyes focused you look past Taehyung to the door, storming forward. “I’m leaving. We’ll forget all of this, okay.” You bargain through short, panicked breath. 

Taehyungs large hand slams you into the wall, pressing his palm against your shoulder. He follows Jungkooks lead, pounding his fist into your gut. And then again. And again.  His hold removes letting you free and you plummet to the ground, crying within broken huffs while cradling your battered torso. 

“You’re right. That is better.” He laughs at Jungkook. 

“Stop!” You beg, unable to raise your voice above a soft yelp. 

“What's wrong baby? You wanted two men. Now you have them.” Taehyungs bright smile returns to his face. This time with an entirely different meaning than it had ever had until it shifts into a straight, harsh look that you have never seen from him. “Didn't you always say you wished there was some way you could repay me?” 

“You said that to me too.” Jungkook joins his side, both hovering above you, trapping you between them, the wall, and the floor. 

Leaning down Jungkooks hand follows you as you squirm away from him. His fingers wrapped around your throat and lift you up, keeping you against the wall. He takes advantage of you being stuck, leaning into you pressing his lips to yours as you resist as much as you can. 

“Baby, you’re going to pay us back for every dollar we spent on you.” He snarls. 

Taehyung turns your face to him, also forcing a kiss on you. “Don’t worry, Y/n, you’ll see that we know how to share.”  

Part 2

#yandere bts #yandere jungkook #yandere taehyung #sugadaddy #cheating #bts smut #bts fanfic #bts #yandere #yandere bangtan #taekook #bts reactions #bangtan reactions #jungkook #taehyung

[xpeachesncream]

Can i Request a Drabble where Aiko keeps sending taehyung Nudes and the reader gets insecure about her appearance bc of it? She compares herself to Aiko and it makes taehyung upset :/ im not too good with requests sorry if this isn’t clear

perfectly wrong | drabble [11]: it’s the way that she sits pretty with that perfect hourglass shape of hers in her nudes.

word count: 1.8k

warnings: cussing, implied sexual content, jealousy, insecurities about image/looks

Okay, let's be real. Men love nudes. They all have needs, and they all love marveling at a naked body, especially when it comes unexpectedly. It could be a good, or bad thing. Whatever it is, they love that shit either way. I'm calling a man's bluff if he ever says he didn't enjoy looking at someone's nudes.

Taehyung isn't exempt. It was honestly the biggest highlight when he went on his fuckboy spree. Just the feeling of being wanted so badly that girls would send you nudes to grab your attention. Biggest ego booster.

Before anyone gets on his ass, he loves his woman and he quickly taps out of the snapchat so he doesn't see it for long. It's been Aiko's 5th nude so far, and he's already knowing what to expect when the notification hits his screen. He knows this shit.

You were there the first time she sent him a nude over snapchat. You both looked at it, confused that it had been sent to the wrong person since she hadn't sent him anything in between that movie selfie and this. It became a running joke for awhile, but it eventually died the less you saw or heard of it. You just actually didn't know she was still sending him nudes.

So, when you see her snapchat notification pop up on his screen again, you're a little taken aback.

"Aiko's still sending you snaps?" You ask as you hug Taehyung tightly while you both are cuddling on Jimin's couch, watching another yet unsatisfying episode of Unsolved Mysteries. You all had just finished watching The Hate U Give, Jimin throwing the channel on something random afterwards. He sat on the other portion of his couch, hugging a pillow tightly against his chest as he cussed to himself and mumbled questions about how people could stand this show if barely any of the episodes were actually solved.

You get the frustration, right? You just wanna know if they ever caught the killer, or if they found new clues, but most of the episodes end so abruptly with that 'if you happen to have any info regarding this case' message with the number to call.

"Yeah, it's whatever though." Taehyung says, keeping his eyes on the tv while you fiddled with his phone.

"Woah!" You say as you pressed on her snap, revealing her nude and on her bed, fingers trailing down to her lady friend. You tilted your head as you watched her begin to rub her clit ever so softly. The thing that gets you though is her body, and how she sat there, looking like a perfect hourglass. "Interesting." Taehyung looks at his phone and does a double take.

"Oh shit." He nonchalantly says as he also tilts his head confusingly while looking at the snap, causing you to shake your head and hit his chest as you tap out if it. The second thing that catches your eye is how many times her name comes up in his history.

"She's been sending you snaps?"

"Yeah, but I don't pay much attention to it." He caresses your arm as you slightly tilt your head up to look at him.

"Have they all been nudes?"

"Yes, but I told you I don't pay much attention to it, baby." You were unsatisfied with his answer, only because you just got a glimpse of what she sent tonight. You have no idea what the others looked like, but you were thinking it was just as this one was - the perfect position in her hourglass shape.

"Okay." Is all you say. You suddenly felt insecure as fuck, knowing your man had seen those snaps of her. She honestly looked like a fucking goddess and it kills you. He used to fuck her, for god's sake! Aka he used to have the hots for her to some extent?! He considered it once, and it makes you feel a little queazy knowing he could again.

"What happened?" Jimin asks from his side of the couch.

"Aiko sent Taehyung a nude." You flatly respond.

"Seen it, she's sent me the same ones." You roll your eyes because for Jimin, it's whatever. For your man though, please. Don't come up in his inbox with that mess. What the fuck was she trying to do here, show the world her coochie? She was feeling herself that much?

Shit, honestly. Single and with that body, you would be too. Fuck, that's annoying.

"Baby, it's nothing, okay?" He gently tickles your chin.

"Kaaaaay, I heard you." You say as bothered as possible. For the remaining time at Jimin's, you're quiet. Your mood has plunged. You just wanted to sulk in your bed. Taehyung takes notice, but he was going to wait until you two were alone to bring it up.

Which is now, in the car, in your guest parking spot.

"Okay, what's going on in my pretty lady's head?" He shuts off the car and sinks into the driver's seat, having the damn nerve to manspread in it.

"Nothing."

"Mm, not gonna fly with me, sweetheart."

"I just can't believe she's been sending you nudes."

"So what? It doesn't mean anything."

"Yeah right, with that body of hers? How could it not? You used to have a thing for her."

"Used to."

"Her body is fucking perfect, it's annoying."

"Babygirl, don't do that. I don't like when you compare yourself. You're the only person I know who's close to perfect." He boops your nose, but it leaves you unamused. You're just letting your feelings of insecurity and jealousy get to you that everything is clouded. All the things he's saying doesn't reach you, and you're literally in the mood to pick a fight for no whole ass reason over it. That was exactly one of your other bad habits that you had trouble unlearning.

"Whatever." You brushed him off, making him a little irritated with the way you were coming off over this. Again, Taehyung doesn't mind reassuring you. He loves doing it. He loves babying you and being the best he can be. But there were days where your attitude did get to the best of him, especially when he was trying. Taehyung hadn't given you a reason to make you doubt him since you two became exclusive, so he didn't think it was necessary for you to act the way you were acting.

"Really, Y/N? This isn't necessary."

"Why are you still even entertaining her snaps? Shouldn't you have gotten rid of her contact info already?" He grabs his phone and blocks her on snapchat, showing it to you before shoving it into the small storage space under the car's radio.

"There, happy?"

"Why are you so mad about it? I'm sorry you want to see her body so fucking badly."

"I'm mad because you're being a brat when you don't need to be." He looks at you intimidatingly with his piercing eyes. "You're putting words in my mouth. I never said I wanted to. Plus, I've told you time and time again that it was nothing and that it didn't mean anything to me." You roll your eyes, getting out of the passenger's seat to make your way up to your apartment.

Alright so, here's the deal. You feel like Taehyung is missing the point. Aiko looked so good in that ones nap. So good that you suddenly questioned your own look and felt completely insecure. You disliked hearing him say it wasn't a big deal, because it was. To you, at least.

Taehyung sighed heavily before going after you. He does a light jog, barely catching the elevator you had hopped into.

"Y/N, don't do that." You glared at him.

"It's not a big deal, right?" He sighs again before running his hand through his curly hair. The elevator doors open, but he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you back in and preventing you from walking out. "Tae, let me go."

"Nah." He shrugs. "Not until we fix this." The elevator stays at their floor.

"You said it wasn't a big deal." You crossed your arms.

"Okay, I'm sorry." A good thing about Taehyung is that he's learned to be better about admitting his mistakes and saying sorry when he's in the wrong. "I shouldn't have said it in a way that would make you feel like I'm discrediting your feelings." You continue to look at him silently, the elevator suddenly going back down to the lobby. "And I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner or get rid of her shit earlier. But baby, her snapchats don't mean a thing to me. I don't care how 'good' she looks or if they're nudes." He uses finger quotes. "It's still not you."

"I just--" You sighed, watching a lady come into the elevator to join you two to go up to the 8th floor. "I feel like I can't look that good. She had the perfect hourglass figure and she looked so good posing for her nudes. The perfect angle, her hair, the way she smiled through her eyes. I can only imagine what the others were like." He shook his head and shrugged.

"I honestly don't remember." Truthfully. He really didn't care about them, even if he took a quick glance. At the end of the day, they still weren't memorable because it wasn't his lady. "And I don't care if she has that, or whatever it is. I love you." He smiles toothlessly at you. You catch the lady scrunch her nose and smile at you both before walking off. "I love every single thing about you. You're the definition of perfect to me. I hate when you compare yourself because I really, really wish you could see the way I see you."

"Cheesy." It causes you to chuckle a bit and press your hand against his chest as he presses the button to your floor.

"Yeah, okay. You still like to hear it though, I know you." He smirks playfully as he pulls you into a hug and kisses the top of your head. "If it's not you, I don't want it."

"I honestly hate you sometimes." He shrugs before picking you up by the legs and carrying you, causing you to squeal.

"So then hate me."

"Put me down!"

"Say it to my face in bed, baby." He playfully smacks your ass in the hallway, allowing it to echo as he carries you to your apartment. It was hard to stay mad at Taehyung, but you were grateful you had someone like him who could bring you back down to Earth. You had your fair share of bickering and unnecessary arguments [because you liked picking fights with your attitude], but he was still able to show you that he would ride or die for you, no matter how silly things got.

That was your man, and your man only. Sorry Aiko.

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ult group tag ✨

I was tagged by sweetie sharika @rosebowl (and unofficially by @jinjagi bc I spammed anna’s amazing post with my ramblings hehe)

tagging: anyone who hasn’t been tagged in this yet + wants to take on the challenge // @himbojoon @taefiore @sooplover @artsyjoons @blueandtaes @kooseokss (sorry if you did this already, you def don’t have to!)

who was your first bias? namjoon, it all happened so quickly the more i learned about him/ his charm /his radical vulnerability + self-love journey / his inspirational leadership... it was inevitable. i just scrolled through my camera roll and my first saved photo of BTS-related content is 190112 Namjoon during LY Nagoya 😍

who is your bias now? am I ready to talk about this? if I’m going to interpret my own dreams (as a licensed psychotherapist) i think i’m double-biased now, but i get wrecked easily by any of them. it’s likely not a surprise to my followers who have been seeing me lose my shit over yoongi, but it must be said explicitly: he is also my bias.  

what was the first mv you watched by them? dynamite (longer explanation here)

what’s your favorite mv? gosh! how do you choose just one... Fake Love, Blood Sweat and Tears, On Kinetic Manifesto, Black Swan! 

if you could listen to one of their songs for the rest of your life, which would it be? Black Swan Orchestral 

who would you want to see them collab with? seconding Sharika’s Zayn rec, I can’t think of anyone else right now :(

what mv concept do you want to see them do? have they done something acapella yet? like a video of just them singing but also some members doing the instrumental elements in the back? IDK i’m still in my penn masala phase

have you ever had a dream with any of the members in it? i don’t remember my dreams often but ever since becoming a bts fan, i’ve started seeing some of them in my dreams and it’s been such an evocative experience. earlier this week (the night i missed their vlive) i had a dream with them, but the ending of the dream involved yoongi informing me nonchalantly that a mural installation had gone up where i was holding his and I quote “loving hands.” 😳

if you could spend the day with one member, who would it be and what would you do? this is hard to answer... like sure it would be so great to hang out with joonie or yoongers but I don’t think I could enjoy myself fully cus I would overthink too much ummmm..... ANWAYS I want to go out for food and drinks with Seokjin lmfao his chill solo Malta Bon Voyage adventure made me think we could have fun together cus we can strike up convos with strangers and try to enjoy our alone time (also jinnie can call me up anytime there’s no one to hang out with ✋🏽😌)

which member do you think you’d get along with the best? this took 40 mins to answer. but after much contemplation, it’s hoseok. he is love embodied we all know, but i see our friendship being full of mutual comfort support and silly times. we would dance and sing together, roll around in full-bellied laughter, share stories we haven’t told others, have a good ass cry and then be back on our boss shit. 94 liners for life. 

which member do you think you would argue with? ugh what does argue mean this is hard for a people pleaser like me........ I could see me butting heads with Tae but letting him off the hook real easily cus I don’t wanna upset him? i could also see me getting irked at Jin for playing toooo much 😅or having debates with Namjoon for being too intellectual/heady? IDK

if you had to let one member scroll through your tumblr, who would it be? this is a joke right, i would not willingly inflict that kind of emotional trauma on to them they already deal with our crazy asses and call it love soooooo nah

THIS WAS SUPER DIFFICULT IDK HOW SO MANY OF YOU DID THIS??!!

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Friendly Fire

pairing - Kim Taehyung x Reader genre - Gaming!AU, fluff, smut warnings - too many BTS references, Taehyung being a mess, him also never having chipotle before, employee Suga, alcoholic jimin, drinking, limbo mention cause what pjm-com fic would it be without limbo, dirty talk, public ass groping, Tae poppin a boner at the party, riding, cumming inside, unprotected sex, drunk sex, confessions, plotting the other 6′s murder summary - You find out the guy you’ve been playing online with for years lives almost an hour away from you, and you both decide to make the trip since there is a comic book store opening in between. Coincidentally, that same night your friends decide to have a party. Despite your wishes, Taehyung really wants to meet them and it seems your not given another option. 

...

“You fucking suck, you know that?” 

You roll your eyes at the sound of Taehyung’s voice over your headphones, wishing you could flip him off. You guys were both taking breaks from Call of Duty, considering you heard his stomach growl over the microphone. Even as you tell him to shut the fuck up, you wouldn’t change it for the world.

You and Taehyung have been playing online with each other for over two years, having met in a lobby waiting to play another round of zombies. Everyone else in the game was around nine or ten, or at least that’s what you assumed by the incoherent screaming on their mics. You were ready to leave before a message popped up from a username that you didn’t recognize. 

Airplane2.0 : u wanna go 1v1? i can’t think with all these crackheads screaming.

That’s it. That’s how your friendship started. You both were competitive, making one round turn into five more rounds for a simple tie breaker. It was what you looked forward to from Junior year all the way to your Freshman year in college. It pushed you through the day, coming back to your room after boring classes, to talk to him. Namjoon teased you, saying it was cheesy but you ignored him. Ignored the small crush you had on the deep voice you heard every time you hopped online. You were more happy to hear that he enjoyed talking to you too. 

Finishing your bag of chips, you push them aside as you wipe your hands and lean back in your chair. “Ready to get back on?” You ask, covering your mouth as you let out a rather loud yawn. It’s almost 1am for you, but you wanted to talk to him as long as you possibly could. 

“Stop fronting, Y/N. Go to bed,” He laughs and you roll your eyes, but you’re turning off your bedroom lights before he speaks again. “Hey actually, can I ask you something?” You turn towards the computer, headset halfway off your head as you raise your eyebrow.

“Uh.. Yeah, sure?”

“I was wondering if uh, you wanted to maybe FaceTime or something?” You sit in silence for a little too long, and Taehyung snaps you out of your gaze by apologizing. You honestly have thought about this many times, texting each other over Discord and talking on there as well. Sometimes you wanted to just ask for his number, or to Skype but now that he’s asking you, you’re short circuiting. You scoot your chair closer to the computer.

“Oh! Yeah.. r-right now?”

He backtracks. “Well, if you don’t want to! I was only just.. suggesting.”

Giggling at his response, you smile as you look down at your clothes. “No, no I do.. I’m kind of busted right now,” You laugh, which makes him laugh too. “But yeah, if you’re down, I’d like that. Um, my number is.. here.” You type your number into the chat and you hear him thank you for it before laughing. 

“Alright! Got it!” He confirms, and you can’t help but laugh at the excitement in his voice. As you both shut off your consoles, you straighten out the hoodie you have on. Thankfully he can’t see that you’re only wearing underwear under it. 

Your heart almost beats out of your chest the moment you see that a number is wanting to FaceTime. You set it up against your monitor so he can see you as you accept it. Once the call goes through, you find yourself staring at someone who completely ruined the imaginary face you had made for your friend. The boy who appears on your screen is.. nothing if not sexy. The vibrant blue hair is freshly died as he sits on the other side in a chair, boxy smile resting on his features. Ears pierced, small chain dangling from a hoop, soft eyes as he stares back. He’s wearing a beanie on the top of his head, long sleeve shirt covering his torso as he finally smiles at you. The flash of teeth and the softness of his shirt made you want to crawl into his arms and sleep there.

“Hey,” he breathes, sounding like he’s surprised. Taehyung is. He expected… well he isn’t really sure what he thought you were going to look like, but his jaw remains open a little as you pop up on his screen. He doesn’t miss the fact that you’re checking him out, because he’s doing a sweep of your features as well. Your brown hair in tangles over your clothes, the sweatshirt that’s practically two sizes too big for you, the soft curve your lips. Taehyung can basically feel the softness of your skin, blemish free but turning more pink as the seconds pass.

You squeak. “Hey, Tae.” You scratch the back of your neck, looking down at the hands that are clasped in your lap as you smile shyly. “I thought you would’ve been more of a nerd for an Xbox player.” Thank god that breaks the ice as he’s grumbling to himself, hands flipping you off over the video chat. It’s nice to put a face and smile, deep laugh ringing through your fingers as you snort softly while shaking your head. 

“Yeah, shut up. You still can’t aim for shit, so I’ll be kissing my controller for that one.” He had you there. “Damn your dorm room looks cozy as hell.. and that bed does too. My dorm room is like a janitors closet.” 

You push your chair to the side so he can get a better glance as you extend your arm. “Yeah well, hotel Y/N only fits one. I got the only room with one bed. My own bathroom too, so be glad you at least have company. All I have is this one idiot named Tae to talk to.” He leans back in his chair laughing, Adams apple bobbing as you smile with him. He was cuter than you expected, and if you didn’t have a solid crush before you definitely had one now. 

“Oh for real? Sounds like a dumbass,” he tries but he’s laughing too hard, making you crack up with him. You stop laughing to yawn and he’s leaning back with his arms crossed as he watched you. “You should really go to bed, you look like you’re about to pass out..”

You shrug, stretching your arms as you comb your fingers through your hair, head resting on your chin as you look at the cam. “We just started talking and you want me to go already?” You joke, checking the Apple Watch on your wrist as you sigh. “I probably should. Have a class early tomorrow, but you video chatting me out rules that.” He groans, running his hands through his hair before returning the hoodie to his head. You turn off your monitor and the lamp, falling into bed as Taehyung smiles in triumph that you’re actually going to lay in bed. 

Shuffling around his room, he looks down to you and shoots you another smile as he shuts off the lights in his room. You marvel in his beauty considering he has you at an angle where you can see his double chin. Needless to say, he was still very attractive. Once he jumps into bed, you can see he is shirtless as his tan skin is in contrast over the black sheets on his bed, and you can’t help but stare.

“Eyes up here, Y/N.” Rolling your eyes, his words make you blush. You guys don’t really know what to say to each other, sitting in silence for the second time tonight as you try to think of something to say. If we were actually talking, what would we be talking about?

“So uh, how was your day?” That was the first thing you guys asked each other getting on, but Taehyung usually asked. He was always good with getting the conversation going considering you were like the more shy one.

“It was rough and boring. I had classes, like usual, and then my roommate’s hamster got out and we had those little chips all over our dorm room. I actually had to vacuum!”

You scoff. “Sounds like hell.”

“It was!” He says laughing, and you find yourself laughing with him. Headset or FaceTime, his laugh was contagious. “We had to lift up every surface to get rid of those chips and once it was all cleaned, we couldn’t find the hamster so he was freaking out only to find the little asshole two dorms down.” Rolling your eyes, you try to hold in your laugh but you can’t. 

You both settle down as he shoots the question back at you, and you groan. He listens intently to the words your saying even if your day was boring as fuck. Study and more study, you went and took a quiz for your astronomy class. Taehyung, on the other hand, isn’t bored at all. He’s watching you talk slowly, your voice soothing to his ears as you give him the run down of your day. He feels like he could listen for hours, and the fact that you try and backtrack from talking so much has him smiling to himself even more. God, she was cute.

Taehyung talks about everything he can with you, staying up till almost three in the morning. He loves the way you try to cover your mouth when you laugh, but as time passes your head is back into the pillow as you’re laughing loudly with him. He never had much friends back home, so he’s glad someone online who is real and genuine likes him for his weird self. You had plenty of friends at your university, but you couldn’t help to wish he was with you so you guys could hangout every day. For now, this was the best you had.

You fall asleep way before Taehyung, the sound of your tv coming through the speakers on his phone. He doesn’t miss the sound of your light snoring, shaking his head at the noise before finally laying down with the device next to his head. The crush he had was massive, so for now he could imagine that you were in his bed with him sleeping peacefully. Soon enough, his chest is rising and falling more rhythmically as he rests into the mattress.

This was the beginning of many nights like this. 

For the next month and a half, you and Taehyung had called after classes to talk about each others day and of course to play COD. You guys walked around campus with each other, texting constantly, and even playing iMessage games. Damn was he good at 8ball. It was like a routine for you both, call as you guys are winding down from the day and getting ready for bed. Taehyung even suggested that you guys start the show, How to Get Away with Murder, and you both would start the show at the same time. Like you were watching it together. Taehyung always made popcorn for some reason, and you assume it’s because he’s a movie freak. He talked to you for over two hours about the Scream series. Not that you were complaining. 

Hearing him talk was addicting, the only person with a relatively low voice that you knew was Namjoon, but even then Taehyung had him there. Taehyung could say the same about you, the sound of your snoring helped him get to sleep. You ended up knocking out thirty minutes into every show so he had to fill you in on the rest of the episode the next morning. That’s where he fell asleep; the phone right next to his chest as his head filled him with dreams where you were actually there. 

The same routine night after night and this night shouldn’t have been any different. You’re ready to fall asleep even if Taehyung’s chewing is loud as fuck, but a gasp on the other side of the line shakes you awake and prompts you to ask if everything’s alright.

“Oh! Yeah,” he laughs as he gets back on FaceTime. You hadn’t even noticed it was on pause. “Yeah, my friend just texted me saying that there was a comic book store opening like, five minutes from my house. I’ve been waiting months to go, and I think I’m gonna go tomorrow.”

“Really? I haven’t been to one in years.. what’s it called?” 

He hums for a little bit, assuming he was looking. “It’s called Hopeworld.” You still as he says the name, and Taehyung notices you’re frozen as he asks if you’re okay. You don’t respond cause you’re in shock. Hopeworld was a big comic book chain that was around the world, and you had been excited as well because there was one opening thirty minutes from yours. Sitting up, you scratch your head as you look down at the screen with a grin.

“Where the hell do you live? Because there’s a Hopeworld opening up tomorrow like half an hour away!” Taehyung scrambles as you guys both turn on your location on Find my Friends, to see he lived in the next town over. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. You lived that close this entire time?” You laugh in embarrassment as Taehyung is hollering. You felt your chest swarm with happiness. You could finally meet him and you guys could visit each other every weekend. 

“I never even thought of asking for your location… we’re dumb,” He snorts as he settles back into bed. “We should go! If you’re up for the drive?” You throw the idea around a little bit, thinking tomorrow was Saturday and you had nothing better to do besides study for a Chem test. You were not doing that. You imagined driving there, all giddy as you neared the store.

You nod. “Yeah, sure I’m down! I can drive there no problem.. maybe we could get lunch afterwards?”

“Like made a day out of it?”

“Well, yeah.. It’s gonna be the first time we meet.. you don’t wanna spend all day with me?” You burst into laughter at the groaning sound Taehyung makes but you knew the plan was set in stone. You fell asleep with your nerves tingling, physically vibrating at the fact that you guys were finally going to meet. Finally.

…

You destroy your closet as Namjoon ducks from the line of fire. You invited him over, being your best friend, you needed his opinion on your outfit. 

“Alright, don’t take my head off before I can even give you advice, Y/N.” Namjoon is laying on your bed, not paying attention as he scrolls through your guys’ group snap story, laughing at how Jimin woke up hungover again. “How many times you think Park is going to puke out his liver in the boys bathroom?” You honestly can’t answer that as you walk around your room in only a bra in underwear, nothing he hasn’t seen before.

“A huge liquor bottle could hit him in the face and him and Jungkook would still get wasted.” Namjoon yells a ‘preach’ as he looks over to you. “I was thinking, I mean since it’s the fall and everything, I should go in like.. a hoodie and leggings? Like I don’t wanna dress up, it’s not a date.” You put your hands on your hips as you stare at him, pouting. Namjoon can’t say no to you, so he groans as he pushes off the mattress and starts searching your closet.

“I’m surprised you’re not asking Jin for help. He can throw together an outfit in five seconds.”

“Yeah, that’s true, but listen. You’re the only person who has seen me in like this,” you gesture to your undergarments as he laughs. “Plus, I don’t know if he’s over his crush or not.” He’s laughing at the mention of that, holding his stomach as he pulls out an outfit. Throwing it to the bed, you inspect it. Namjoon picked out leggings, naturally, and a light shirt with a fuzzy jacket go over it. You turned to it, shaking your head as you slapped his arm. 

He whines in mock pain. “The hell are you beating me for?” You pull the leggings up your figure and turn to look at your ass in the mirror before sliding the shirt over your head. 

“Cause, I don’t know how you’re so good at this. Now pick out what perfume I should wear, please?” He groans, moving like your personal slave as you let down your wet hair from the bun it rested in, sliding on your vans. Namjoon picks out the best perfume you had, spraying you with some as he slaps your butt playfully. “Do I look good?”

He nods, letting you grab your purse and keys, not even doing one last look in the mirror before shoving you out the door. “You always look good Y/N, now go because you were supposed to leave fifteen minutes ago.” With that, you’re jogging down the hall and out the dorm doors to your car. The fall breeze felt good on your skin as you slid into the driver seat and started up your car, letting your playlist play while you peeled out of the parking lot. You were nervous. 

The drive went by in no time considering you were frantic the entire time. Thankfully, your hair dried into loose curls and you thank your mom for the genetic gift as you park in front of the store. Checking your phone, you see a couple messages. 

Joon : if he’s a psycho killer, don’t be afraid to punch him! (4:05) Taehyung : Hey, I’ll be there in a little I just decided to walk.  (4:06) Joon : seriously, tho have fun and score sum dick. (4:10) Taehyung : Yo, is that your ugly ass car I see? (4:15)

Rolling your eyes, you see him jogging towards your car and you flip him off excitedly before killing the engine and getting out of the car. You’re trying to lock your car but before you can press the button Taehyung has you up in his arms, swinging you around. Of course you hug him back, squealing as he spun you. It’s unreal, you think as he sets you down but keeping you in his arms. He smelled good, his embrace was comfortable, and you could hear his heart beating against his chest. Cute. 

He pulls away quickly, pressing your guys’ lips together. You have no time to react as he pulls away, cheeks red as you look up at him. “Oh.. my god,” he groaned stepping away. “Sorry, sorry I didn’t mean to do that! I’m just so.. so excited to finally meet you!” You brush it off, smiling as you fold your hands together. 

“No! You’re fine.. I’m excited too!” You hum, locking your car as you pull the fabric of his shirt into your hands. He’s dressed in black ripped jeans, the same vans that you’re wearing, and a hoodie that hugged his torso well. He looks effortlessly attractive, hoping he doesn’t think you tried too hard. “You uh, you look good!” You rush out as he laughs, hand on your lower back as he guides you to the sidewalk since another car was ready to pull in. The store had opened earlier so it was pretty dead now which you thanked god for. 

Looking down at his outfit, he shrugs as he pockets his phone and looks towards the store. “Oh! Thanks.. I just kinda threw it on. I didn’t wanna try hard.” You nod in agreement as you look down at your own clothes. “Shall we go in?” 

“Yeah, let’s get this started.” 

Walking into the store, you guys were astounded at how much it had, but you were even more amazed at what you both had in common. The same comics, the same shows, and video games as well. He played things like Welcome to the Game, Skyrim. Listened to the Neighborhood, AC/DC too. Like kids in a candy store, you and Taehyung stopped at everything that caught your eye. You guys were spending twenty minutes in every section of the store, taking your time as you piled your arms with merchandise you wanted. Getting excited, you grabbed his hand and pulled him towards a record you’ve been wanting for ages, shocked at the collection they had. 

Taehyung’s face turned red, your slightly cold hand in the big palms of his own. He looked up to you, but you were so focused on the album gallery that you didn’t flinch or react when his fingers linked with yours. You definitely didn’t miss it, and shot him a small smile as you gripped his hand tighter and pulled him next to you as you guys made your rounds in the store. It felt more of a date to you as you guys continued to pick out stuff you wanted, Taehyung bumping your shoulder playfully every now and then. Finally pulling up to the register, you guys check out and you guys are in tears at the fact that you have each blown around fifty dollars. 

“We really broke the bank today, huh?” Taehyung snorts, as you guys pile the bags into your backseat, the first time your hands release from each others. 

“Yeah we did.. can’t believe we spent two hours in there!” You say, opening your car door as Taehyung slides in the passenger seat. “Didn’t feel like that much time.” Turning on your car, Taehyung nods as he buckles himself in before rolling down his window a little.

“Time with you flies,” He says softly and you can’t help but flush a little as you guys make eye contact. His boxed smile is big on his face and you grumble playfully, clicking the seatbelt. 

“Shut up.. where do you want to go eat? I was thinking, there’s a Chipotle closer to my university?” You suggest, watching the sun start to set considering it was around dinner time. “I haven’t been there in sooo long.” You connect your phone to the bluetooth screen in your car, and start to play chill music. 

“Chipotle? Never had it.”

You’re floored as you turn in your seat, jaw open as you stare at him in shock. “You’ve neve— okay, we’re going there.” He laughs at your determination as you pull out of the spot and towards the main road, taking a left down to your university. “It is so good, you have to trust me.” He moves his arm to rest on the center console as you guys drive, and you can practically feel his body heat through his clothes. 

“Alright,” he snorts, checking his phone and scrolling through social media. You find him humming along to the Green Day song currently playing, and you guys end up singing it together like idiots, yelling the lyrics all the way up to three songs in a row. It helped the time fly as you guys sit in front of the Chipotle, finishing the song as you guys are laughing. “Damn I’m outta breath.” 

You laugh, panting as you gave that last song your all, grabbing your purse and stepping out of the car. “Yeah, you can’t not listen to Green Day and scream the lyrics.” He agrees, following you closely as you guys walk inside the restaurant and stand in line. 

“So uh, what do you normally get here?” He asks, and you cross your arms as you point up to the menu. 

“They’re gonna ask first if you want a bowl or a burrito, then what kind of rice and meat, then you can choose the other toppings that go on there.” You say quietly, respecting the others eating. “I usually get a chicken bowl with white rice, sour cream, and cheese. Kinda bland, but that’s just me.”  He listens intently while you explain the menu, and as you guys step up to order, he’s doing it without a hitch. He orders way more than you, adding salsa and guacamole to his steak bowl. You step up to the register, ready to pay as you hear a voice that’s all too familiar.

“Damn, Y/N finally got a boyfriend huh?”

You roll your eyes and hand Yoongi your card. “God, shut up. I was praying you weren’t working today. I see you in class enough.” Yoongi laughs as he swipes it, giving the food a discount and handing you two drinks for free. “Taehyung, this is Yoongi. Yoongi, Taehyung.”

       They shake hands briefly, and Taehyung is sweating. To him, this is a test to meet the first of your friends and he wants to make a good impression. “Hey.”

       “What’s up,” Yoongi laughs, leaning onto the register as you guys talked, thanking god that there was no one in line so you guys could chat. “We’ve all heard a lot about you, Y/N doesn’t shut up. I also hear you’re very good at Call of Duty. I say you should meet Jungkook, he might have the match your looking for.” You roll your eyes at the words coming out of Yoongi’s mouth, ready to just tackle his ass over the counter. 

Taehyung nudges your arm with his elbow as your face turns red, and you just groan. “Yeah, she tells me about you guys as well. Jungkook, though? Might have to meet him,” He grins looking towards you. Shooing him away, you turn back to the blonde haired employee as you cross your arms.

“Anyways, how long you here ‘till?”

      “Was supposed to be ten, but my manager said I could go at seven. Got big plans tonight, I assume Joon told you?” You raise an eyebrow, checking your phone real quick to see no messages from the boy in question and shake your head. “Jin and Hoseok finally got their fake ID’s from that one dealer, so they bought tons of alcohol and are throwing a party at Hoseok’s apartment.” You groan, picking up the food and grabbing the cups. 

“Well, have fun with your hangovers. Jimin was puking on his snap, so know he’s pregaming.”

You and Taehyung leave the counter to fill up your drinks, finding a booth and sitting in it. You guys eat for a little bit, a good dent in your bowls before Taehyung speaks.  “Your friends sound interesting,” He chuckles as he pushes some lettuce around with his fork. “Also, Jungkook? I should meet him to defend my title.” You pinch the bridge of your nose, sipping your drink as you lean back into the seat. 

“Jeon Jungkook is another breed, I swear. Broke his own flatscreen playing Black Ops. That’s besides the point. Now that he’s about to party tonight, he’s gonna be on crack.” Every word you spoke was true, clicking your tongue. “With that being said, I truthfully think you guys would get along. He’s a hardcore gamer like me and you.” You list the games he’s played, Welcome to the Game, Resident Evil 7, games you and Taehyung have spent hours talking about. You can tell that he’s getting excited, and you decide to get them to meet sooner or later. 

“… What about.. ‘Joon’?” Taehyung hums, eating more of his food as you cock your head to the side. His tone is careful, like he’s asking something he shouldn’t be asking. “You guys close?” You finally see what he’s getting at and you’re shaking your head. 

“Oh, me and Namjoon are just friends! Like my brother almost, nothing is going on.”

That must be good enough for Tae because he doesn’t talk about the subject further. You finish your food quickly, sitting in the restaurant and continue talking about each other’s lives. Your about ready to ask if Taehyung has a girlfriend, but before you can, your phone is lighting up. You groan at the caller ID, holding up a finger to the blue haired male as you put the phone to your ear.

“The hell do you want, Park?” 

“Y/N! You better be coming to Hoseok’s tonight! He’s having a party!”

“So I’m hearing,” you grumble, closing your eyes in frustration at the sound of his voice. “And you’ve called to tell me.. why?” Taehyung’s snickering, considering he can probably hear Jimin through the phone.

“Because! Namjoon said that your boyfriend is in town, and we’re dying to meet him!” Taehyung flushes at those words as your head drops into your forearm, grumbling to yourself. “Plus, you’ve had your nose in schoolbooks for the past month! Come and have fun.” 

“Maybe,” you huff as Jimin screams ‘I’ll take it!’ Through the line. “I swear, these boys are going to fucking kill me..” Taehyung shrugs, mindlessly checking his phone as he turns it off. 

“Why not go? They wanna meet your boyfriend, so let’s do it!” He laughs, punching your arm lightly before stretching a little. “Seriously, I haven’t been to a party in ages. Plus, you talk all this hype about your friends being party animals, so let’s see.” Before you can protest, he’s grabbing your empty bowls and throwing them to the trash as he drags you out the store.

What the hell have you gotten yourself into?

…

The drive to your dorm was fast, only fifteen minutes and your heart was beating. As you watched the sunset dip over your school building, you swore to god that if one of them embarrassed you, it was going to be a full war. Unlocking the doors, you both get out of the car and you start grabbing the merchandise from the back seat.

“Wait, what are you doing?” Tae asks, worried that you’re grabbing some of his stuff. Looking around, you do a quick sweep of the parking lot. 

“Uh, protecting your precious merchandise. There are some people at this college with sticky fingers, Tae.” His head leans back as he laughs loudly, grabbing the rest of the bags and following you to your dorm. You set everything inside as you sit on your bed, laying back into the soft blanket you had piled over your sheets. Watching Taehyung run his hand over the fabric of each, he groans as he lays on his stomach.

“You sleep in this every night? I fucking wish.” He’s wrapping himself in the blankets, making a small cocoon and you shrug.

“Take them home! Seriously, I can not tell you how many nights I wake up in a sweat because of those things.. It’s good for the colder weather though.” He nods as he looks at you from the covers, a grin on his face. You almost forget the task at hand. “I feel like I should warn you, but on the other hand I want you to walk into it blind.” 

“Oh C’mon! Tell me about your friends!” 

You can’t help but snort at the sight of his feet moving back and forth in the air. “Alright, well. I’m super convinced that you and Jungkook are going to hit it off cause he enjoys video games. On the other hand, he can’t handle his alcohol, he has a new side chick every weekend, and he really likes doing limbo.”

“Noted. Anything else?”

“Sadly.” You groan. “Jimin can’t hold his drinks either. He’s an incredible dancer, and he loves making people laugh. Jin is always coming up with jokes that aren’t funny, but he likes to cook for everyone every Sunday. Yoongi is chill as fuck, me and him are good friends. He has a resting bitch face but he’s chill.” You like the way Taehyung is listening to every single word you say. It’s giving you butterflies in your stomach cause the look on his face is like he’s not focused on anything else right now. You needed to stop that before you puked of excitement. 

“Namjoon, he’s my BFF, but he’s like the dad of the group. Makes sure no one dies of poisoning while drinking, and he can rap really fast. Yoongi too, now that I think about it. Hoseok is your local drug dealer, but not the hard stuff. He also apparently has a fake ID so there’s that too. He can dance as well, and tries to do the Cha Cha Slide with everyone.” Taehyung is in tears at your description of them, holding his stomach as he laughs. He even suggests that you guys go now, considering he’s ready to meet them, but you pray that they all get along. 

You decide to leave your purse at home, pocket your phone while your dorm key is on a cord around your wrist. Walking to Hoseok’s apartment was quick and easy, considering it was almost across the street. You could tell there were lot’s of people inside, and you could already feel the vibe from the hallway. Usually people would knock, but you’re pushing the door open. Letting Taehyung in, you guide him to the kitchen so you guys can make drinks but there are half the guys, pregaming from what it seems. 

“Y/N!” They all slur, Namjoon pulling you into his chest. You hug him back, pulling away and giving the rest hugs considering Jungkook and Jimin were way too whiny about that stuff. Jimin reeks of tequila, and Jungkook picks you up and pretends to body slam you, but sets you down safely as you’re laughing. You notice Taehyung standing at the entrance, nervously and you suddenly feel bad as you walk over and link your guys’ arms together. 

“Guys, this is Taehyung. The guy I’ve been gaming with.” Jungkook walks over, and fist bumps him as you scoff in embarrassment. “Don’t kill him Jeon. And don’t break his back trying to see if he’ll beat your record.” With that, Jungkook has an arm around his neck and they’re both laughing. Taehyung gives a small wave to Jimin and Joon before Jungkook pulls him away screaming something about the Limbo King. You pour yourself a drink, laughing to yourself as Namjoon scoots by you.

“They’re gonna be good friends,” He sighs and you nod. “I wonder what Yoongi and Hoseok will think of him.” 

“I hope they don’t force him to do anything weird, like when you had to drink beer out of that weed jar once.” Namjoon damn near spits out his drink at the mention of that, visibly shuddering. “Plus, I already told him how crazy you guys are, so. I really hope they like him.” He takes a long sip of his drink, and you follow suit as the Bicardi and coke goes down rough. 

“Is it because.. you like him?” You turn to look out of the kitchen entrance to see him and Jungkook side by side as Hoseok is patting Taehyung’s back, laughing together while they watch the party. You guess that you’re staring a little bit, the way he’s laughing and talking with them has you starstruck or something. “Earth to Y/N?”

“I don’t know, Joon. I wish I could tell you,” You whined, sipping the last of your drink, you decide to just stay sober. You didn’t wanna risk trying to suck his dick or something. “When we were together earlier, there was no first-time-meeting embarrassment. It was natural. We held hands while we walked around the store and bought stuff. He even kissed me when we first met.”

“He what!”

You nod, just as surprised as him. “Yeah! It was right after we first hugged, but he said it was because he had too much pent up excitement, which I understood.” Namjoon crossed his arms, following your line of vision to where Yoongi, Jin, and Jimin were around your friend. You could only feel happiness as they all were laughing and moving deeper into the party. “I just. He’s here? Ya know? I’ve had this little crush on him forever, and we’ve been FaceTiming every spare second we could. Texting and talking everyday before that. Now that he’s here? I can’t help but think it just magnified those feelings.”

“Does he have a girlfriend back home?”

“Not sure.” You heart wrenches at the thought, but you quickly shoo the idea away. “Maybe not. If he kissed me, and held my hand then I think we’re in the clear. Also, It seems we’ve talked about everything today. I’m sure it would’ve came up.” He agrees, hand on the low of your back as you guys go out into the party. Joon loved to dance to the music, so you figured that’s where you’re headed.

Unfortunately, You and Joon had a lot of songs that were ‘yours’. Hoseok’s playlist was poppin, so it was only natural that by the time you and Namjoon stepped out of the party area, you were covered in sweat. An hour or so had passed, and you were looking for your.. Date? Searching for Taehyung, you see him at the cup pong table and walk over there, him and Jungkook on a team. You’re quick to deposit your jacket onto a chair as you put your hands on your hips and stand next to Taehyung. 

“You guys winning?” He looks more than excited that you’re there, pulling you in front of him as he rested his chin on your head. They are, in fact, winning and Taehyung yells in victory as Jungkook makes the winning shot. They hug out of triumph, before Taehyung’s back at your side, arm around your waist. 

“Your friends are super cool, Y/N. Like, super cool,” He hiccups and you roll your eyes. He was still cute drunk, face flushed and lips red. “I should come down here every weekend to hangout. Kook said me and him could game.”

You pouted as you looked up to him, and he looks down at you with a gleam in his eyes. “You’re gonna ditch me for some guy you met today?” You didn’t mind, you were more than happy to see them getting along, but you couldn’t promise no jealousy. He brings you closer into his chest, hand resting dangerously low on your back. A few more inches and he very well could’ve been grabbing your ass. 

“No! No, I couldn’t leave my— my girlfriend gaming alone.” Your cheeks heat up at the words, turning to look up at him as he’s staring down at you, eyes on your lips this time. You’re about to brush it off, laugh and tell him to shut up but the hand firm on your ass has you stopping dead in your tracks. His hand feels good, way too good on your butt, and the fact that he gives it a little squeeze drives you crazy. “My girlfriend has the sexiest ass.” He groans, gripping it harder and you whip your head around to see if any of your friends are looking. 

Turning back to look at him, you can feel his breath on your lips which were dry by now. You suddenly can’t breathe, the way you’re standing you can feel his dick on your thigh. It’s big. That’s all you have to say, and you find yourself looking down. You try your best to brush it off. It’s hard to ignore the rock hard dick on your leg but you slap his arm playfully.

“What, so I’m your girlfriend now huh?” You laugh, but he remains serious. Now you’re worried he really does have a girlfriend back home, and is too drunk to know the difference. 

“I wish… If you were mine, we’d be back at your dorm right now.” The voice in your ear is like honey, and it chills every ounce of your body to the bone. You bite your lip, thinking of your options. You either get him some water and let him calm down, or you feed into the dirty talk. And you’d be stupid to not choose the latter.

“What.. What would we be doing in my dorm?”

He chuckles, hand running up your back then under your leggings to grab your bare ass. It’s a miracle one of the boys hasn’t come up here to fuck everything up. Scanning the room, you lock eyes with Namjoon who has the biggest smirk on his face. He mouths a ‘get some’ before turning to watch the party. He plays with your ass under your pants, grabbing the flesh so hard like he was dying. Needless to say, you were soaking up every second of it. 

“Well, I’d first thank god that you live by yourself,” He laughs, lips brushing against the shell of your ear as you keep your eyes forward. “Otherwise I’d have to cover your mouth while I fucked you, wouldn’t I?” You whimpered at those words, pleasure rippling through you as you even thought about that. You pushed your thighs together, screwing your eyes shut. If he wanted sex tonight and just wanted to be your friend in the morning, you would regret every single second of this night.

“Yeah, I guess you would.” You push your leg into his dick a little, just to apply some pressure as Taehyung growled in your ear as some sort of warning, but you weren’t gonna listen. Despite what could happen in the morning, you wanted this as badly as he seemed to. “Guess you’d have to find some other way to shut me up. But since you don’t have to, you can do whatever you want to me.” The face he’s making looks like a ‘am I really gonna risk it?’ You were definitely thinking the same thing as his hand came out of your leggings and back to your back.

“And what would that be?”

You shrug, taking a strand of your hair in between the pads of your fingers as you look innocently towards him. “Like I said.. whatever you want.” He slammed the rest of his drink and held up a finger towards your face. He left towards the bathroom for one last pee, as Namjoon pulled you aside. 

“You’re kidding me,” Namjoon scoffed. “I did not just watch you bag a hookup in less than fifteen minutes…” You laugh, turning to your blonde friend as you nod vigorously. You couldn’t believe it either, even as you flirted with him to keep the fire going. You were praying that you wouldn’t be lame in bed, or Taehyung was into like.. watersports or anything. 

“I guess… I just did.” Namjoon pumps a fist in the air, running to tell the others you assume before Taehyung’s hand on the low of your back. Guiding you to the door, Taehyung and you both walk out relatively unnoticed and are on your way to your dorm room which was a three minute walk. You both hurried there, equally charged up as you busted through the buildings door. Taehyung’s hands were on your ass, while you unlocked your room, glad that the RA was knocked out by now. Turning the handle, you’re rushed inside while he shuts the door and locks it. You’re taking your shirt off, just now realizing you left your hoodie at the party as the fabric ends up on the floor. 

“Fuck,” He groans, hands pulling his own hoodie over his head while your hands follow right underneath it to feel every ripple of muscle under his skin. Once the tops are out of the way, his lips are on yours in seconds and it feels like a whole new fire has begun in-between your bodies. His lips are way softer than you ever could’ve imagined and they move with experience across your lips. Your hands are on his cheeks to pull him closer, teeth nicking each others a couple times because of how energized both parties were. 

The kissing falls into a fast, sloppy, rhythm and you’re finally able to push your tongue into his mouth to just taste him. He’s eager to do the same, moving his tongue in languid swirls against yours before kissing you hotly. He stumbles back into the bed, knees giving out as you fall on top of him. You guys are giggling into each other’s mouths, your thighs straddling his hips as his dick is rubbing against your core. You can’t help but moan loudly, hands snapping to the buckles of his pants to yank them down his legs. Kicking off your own pants, his underwear is now hanging around his ankles while you’re rubbing your pussy against his dick which is hard and heavy underneath you. 

Taehyung’s head is back, low moans tumbling past his lips as you roll your hips over and over again before finally sinking on it. His eyes are wide as he watches you take him whole, but you were soaking for him. He’s panting once every inch is inside you, unclipping your bra from the back and letting it fall to the side. 

“F-fucking hell, Y/N… you’re tight..” He let out a groan that soon turned into a whine once you picked your hips up and slammed them down, enjoying the light burn from the stretch. He’s already in heaven, head glued to the bed as you use his chest to balance you, ass coming down hard on his cock every couple seconds. You couldn’t take a dick to the back of your throat very long, but you could ride dick like a champ and that was something you stood by. 

“T-this what you wanted to do back at the party?” You breathed, biting your lip in an attempt to keep it together as you fucked him hard. His hands are holding each of your boobs in one hand, the big palm engulfing the flesh as he twisted and tugged your nipples making your breath hitch. God those hands. You wanted them all over your fucking body, taking his long fingers into your mouth momentarily. 

Taehyung’s fingers press down on your tongue to feel the muscle better. “Didn’t think you were this kinky, babe.” You grin, sucking the digits before pulling them out of your mouth, and put them back on his chest. You bounce on his dick even harder, moving your arms to the tops of his thighs, you hold yourself up and hit it at a new angle. 

“Yeah w-well, didn’t think you were gonna fuck me tonight.” He laughs at that, holding your hips to fuck up into you. Taehyung’s bored with the position, so he takes it upon himself to roll over until he’s onto of you. His hand goes straight for your throat, making you look at him as his thrusts are hitting deeper inside your pussy. Your moans are loud as he keeps your jaw open, low whining as you feel every inch. “Holy— holy shit, Tae.”

He grins at the new dominance he has over you, skin slapping skin as you fucks you open. “Well.. I w-wasn’t originally, even if I did have— a-ah.. some thoughts about it.” His voice is unsteady as he talks, holding back his own moans. “Then, a little birdie.. a-actually six little birdies came to tell me o-one by one that you h-had a thing for me.” Your stomach drops despite the pleasure you feel from his cock slamming in and out of you. You were gonna kill them, all of them. 

Taehyung interrupts the plotting for murder in your brain as he laughs, leaning down to kiss you while his hand was still in control of your jaw. It was nothing, if not a heated kiss. You’re more nervous than turned on at this point, wondering what the hell he had to say in return even if his thumb is rubbing your clit to add to the pleasure. Sucking in your bottom lip, he bites it as well before pulling back and putting his energy into you. 

“And then I thought: what better way t-to tell you I reciprocate those feelings… than by fucking you?” You feel too good to roll in glory, and you figure you’ll have a celebration later. He’s moving too hard in and out of you for you to make coherent thoughts. You’ve dreamt about this, as your hands run up his stomach to his chest, you’ve had many dreams where he was taking you over the counter or against the wall. You woke up to every single one of them, still lonely. Now you’re needy as ever since he’s actually here. 

The sex is too good for you to even be thinking about the future when you should be engulfed in pleasure, but you can’t help to think. Will he want a relationship? Will he come back to see you every weekend, hangout with your friends. The way he’s looking at you now, hand that was previously on your neck now rests on the space next to your head, tells you that he wants this as much as you do. You can live with that for now. 

“You— your cock f-feels good, Tae.”

“Does it now?” He groans, an iron grip on your hips that are sure to leave bruises as he fucks you raw “This pussy just soaks it up… S-so fucking tight, you’re just milking me at this point.” You screw your eyes shut at the words coming out of his mouth. Every nerve ending is zapping, every muscle in your body on fire as you arch your back into the touch. You couldn’t hold yourself back, moan pitch getting higher by the thrust and Taehyung rubs you to help reach that high. You cum hard, moans straining your throat, and you can tell there’s gonna be a good chance of it being sore in the morning. 

“Keep going!” You whine, wanting to ride it out as your thighs twitch, but he’s no better than you. Within seconds he’s filling you up with cum, the warm feeling spreading throughout your lower body as he fucks himself through his own high. The moans coming out of his mouth were the sexiest ones you’ve ever heard, given his already low voice had turned into animalistic growls as he comes to a slow stop. The room is hot, and it’s looking a little ripe as the only sound you can hear is the hard breathing coming from your guys’ lungs, and you’re ringtone. 

“Don’t answer it,” Taehyung groans, head dropping into your shoulder as he is way too sensitive to move. You lift up your head, reading Namjoon’s name on the screen before slamming the end button. He laughs breathily into your skin as you drop back into the sheets, exhausted as you looked up to the blue haired male. You run your hands through the now damp strands of hair and he’s smiling back at you. “I meant what I said… I wanted to tell you that I’ve liked you for awhile bu—“

“You’re about to be all soft when your dick is literally inside me?”

He pouts playfully. “I’m being serious Y/N!” You both laugh, your gaze softening as he continued to talk. “I didn’t think I was going to tell you tonight, hell I wasn’t even planning on this weekend. Drunk Taehyung has more extreme plans than sober Taehyung. But I like you, and I want to tell you that formally.” His face was flushed, half from embarrassment and the other half from the exercise you both just got. You take the confession gratefully, pulling his face into your hands to kiss him gently. He returns it, smiling as he finally pulls out of you and kneels on the bed. 

“Well, I accept, Kim Taehyung. I like you too… Now you can help me plan murder on my friends for telling you.” He shrugged, kissing your lips again before rolling his eyes. 

“You enjoy friendly fire in the real life, too don’t you?” You both laugh, kissing again before rolling over in bed. “Now that we’re.. a thing? Does that mean we can play on teams so we can win?”

You put your hand over your heart in shock. “Kim Taehyung is asking for my help? What a glorious day!” The pout on his lips is almost comical, clicking his tongue.

“So you aren’t going to help me?”

“Nope. Not my fault you fucking suck.”

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[psycho-mocha]

yasssss QUEEEN CONGRATULATIONS ON 420 DUDE I HOPE IT DOUBLES AND TRIPLES UWU for them ask -> 🤡🍞💿🤔 (I'm too lazy to write the things mocha u know it I'm sory) here take some kissi *smooch*

OMG THIS IS SO WHOLESOME

so i can’t remember what the emojis were for so imma just wing this

🤡 - i once texted the wrong person an inside joke with someone else and it got so awkward because the inside joke is like really really intricate and in this person’s eyes, i was a madwoman

🍞 - can i hear a wahoo

💿 - i once sniffed this CD and it smelled like freshly baked cookies and i have absolutely no idea how that happened my dude

🤔 - tae’s face when they found out they were grammy nominated

#asks #yo dorito i am so sorry if i didn't give the answers yuo expected #i can text them to you uwu #fdhskfj #dorito #followers celebration #only make it chaotic

[chimswae]

BTS Caretaker CH23

Summary: She may think she has Bangtan Sonyeondan wrapped around her fingers. She may think it is easy to love the members equally without hurting any soul. She may think the boys wont fall head over heels for her. She assumes it is okay to show a little love and affection towards the boys, what if she gets it all wrong? What if it only brings more complication to her already complicated life? Can she survive their charms? Will she be able to resist them? What if they just wont let her go?

- Pairing: BTS x Oc ( Yoongi x OC, Jungkook x OC)

- Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst, Romance, Idol!au

- Word Count: 4, 330

- Author Note: So im late, i will do double update! so please check on next chapter too~ :) thank u for whoever that read my cliche story HAHAHA i have no words to describe how im embarassed i am AHAHHAA anyways ~ 

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Chapter 23

Promotional month embarked the start of everything.  Hectic schedule, unreasonable amount of sleep time in a day, the most would be 2 hours and not to mention the studios and practice rooms would be their second home for the time being. The boys had been practicing non-stop these past few days until their official comeback early in February. This time their popularity soared higher than their previous comeback. It felt like a dream, but the boys did it. Their album sales make it digital or physical had risen drastically in comparison to previous sales.

The impact of Bangtan Sonyeondan to the industry was no joke. More people showed their support and their fanbase grew two times bigger than before in the blink of an eyes. Phenomenal indeed. Overwhelmed by the support, the boys promised to work harder this year to repay Armys’ love. Entering the last week of their You Never Walk Alone promotion, the boys were ready to start their Wings Tour around the globe. Unlike before they went to few continents depending on the demand of the respected country however this time their schedule was utilized for the first half of 2017.

Seul massaged her aching muscle and sunk on the couch with sulky face. The dorm was quiet and cold since none of the boys were home at this time.  They would only be home around dawn to get short nap before heading to their next schedule early in the morning. Following the change of their schedule, Seul would take an evening shift and went to their place right after her shift. So, she could prepare advanced breakfast for them. It became her routine to come around 2 in the morning and stayed for two hours or more, making sure the boys got a proper breakfast despite their busy schedule.

Mrs Hwang on the other hand was well informed pertaining to Seul’s unusual activity and she would make Hoon, more like force his son to pick her sister up every day from work. World is a scary place, she did not want to risk Seul’s life though that girl was the one who insisted to change her caretaking schedule out of sudden.

Glancing on her phone screen, she decided to call it a day since it was already 3 A.M and surprisingly she managed to pull her work within an hour. Seul had informed Hoon in advance so the younger guy would not pick her up considering he had exam the next day. She did not want to be blame for his bad performance later on.

“Should I watch Tae’s drama to kill time?” grinning to herself, Seul made up her mind to catch the latest episode. As she expected, the boys had recorded every episode up till the latest one.

What a supportive boyfriend!

It took Seul a moment to remember the last episode she watched, then it came to her realization she was following the drama diligently every week. Seul never missed any episode since she watched this with her mother. Of course, her mother would watch it, we were talking about her so-called adoptive son on screen.

Satisfied with her choice, Seul sat with her leg cross on the couch gleefully. She was excited to see different side of Taehyung on screen. A side which could only be seen on screen. Indeed, BTS V nailed it so perfectly. There were times Taehyung would give her a call as soon as his drama aired that particular day just to hear her opinion. She couldn’t understand why her opinion matter in this anyways.

 “Seul-seul! Did you watch?” Taehyung’s voice croaked in happiness. Apart from his members comment, Taehyung anticipated Seul’s point of view every week caused him to automatically give the girl a call after a new episode aired.

Seul laughed softly at Taehyung’s weird antic “I watched it Tae” he hummed. “So how was it this week?” he chewed his lower lips knowing how bluntly honest she could be. Taehyung valued her honesty even though sometimes Seul would never leave her sassiness behind, he didn’t care. He basically grew up with Min Suga’s sarcasm so to hear something similar from Seul, he was already immune to it.

“Hurm.. do you want to hear the good one or the bad one first?” she poked fun making Taehyung pouted in his seat.

“I want to hear good one first” Seul could imagine Taehyung’s pouty lips as a protest whenever he was forced to make a complicated choice.

Pressing her lips together to suppress her laughter, Seul regained her composure to have a decent conversation with him “You are certainly better if we were to compare with the episode which you first appeared. You look natural and comfortable with your character now. As I mentioned before, I like how you portray your emotions through your deep eyes. It is not a joke. How did you do that?” she professed earnestly.

Her compliments flustered him “Urm…Thank you..You are flattering me”

“I am not..You really did well Tae. Don’t tell me you are blushing” she teased.

“YAH I AM NOT! Alright, I am ready to hear the bad one” Taehyung murmured under his breath with hope it was not as nasty as her first comment back then. “Listen carefully Kim Taehyung, I am about to say something that might hurt your heart” the tone of her voice was stern and cold.

“Ji Seul you are scaring me! Stop sounding so serious”

“I am trying to, okay give me a moment” he heard her heavy breathing at the end of the line as if she was in the middle of night work out. What was on her mind?

“Tae-ah..I think you are too adorable for me to handle. Shouldn’t Hansung be manlier?”

Taehyung gasped “Is that an insult?” her small giggle tickled his heart. “Or is it your way complimenting me?” he pressed. There were times he craved for this kind of attention from Seul, made him feel normal guy around his age. To have a simple conversation with a friend gave him tranquillity.

“Will you take that as an insult since you really hated cutesy stuff nowadays?”

“Armys think I am cute. I will live with that if it comes from Armys and you. Yah, I am serious. Tell me right now what is my flaw?” he insisted.

Seul shook her head “Couldn’t find it. You are a rookie, but you are doing great. My mom thinks your acting is real and she really into it. Don’t ask me who is her favourite character, because she is choosing you over Minho. Aren’t that too much that she’s giving extra attention on you?” Taehyung beamed.

“Why? Are you jealous that Ahjumma favours me more than you?”

“I am used to it, Bangtan boys this, Bangtan boys that. You can take my mom’s love, I have Eodeng and Eomuk to love me” he cringed at the response. “Ew, that simply means you have Jin hyung’s love. Those two brats are the mini Kim Seokjin” she rolled her eyes in process.

She retorted sarcastically “Who are you calling brat? You are the brat!”

 She found herself smiling at the memories, being with Taehyung made her comfortable. Something that she could feel whenever she’s with Jin and Hoseok. Returning her attention back to the screen, Seul watched the drama and clasped her hand excitedly.  A silly smile would appear on her face every time Taehyung appeared on screen along with small awe in between.

Few months ago, she ridiculed the power of Bangtan Sonyeondan on her now as time passed it slowly turned her into a fan. Guess, she was being supportive of her friends.

Yes, supportive sounds fitting.

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“Sejin hyung quick quick my bladder is about to explode” Jimin whiney voice filled the emptiness of the hallway. Other members stood sleepily behind him. Meanwhile, Jimin was getting impatient to finish his business inside. “Gosh, why are you so whiney” he pressed the button hurriedly, entering the password.

As soon as Jimin heard the beep, he squished his small body between the door and Sejin and ran inside ignoring the older guy that were already pressed against the wall.“That kid!” Sejin hissed while shaking his head. He gave a soft pat on Jungkook back, making the maknae moved inside with a big yawn “Get some sleep everyone, you need to be ready in 4 hours” he ordered.

Jungkook screeched softly feeling his muscle stiffened at the sight before him “Seul?” he stared in disbelief. Sleeping peacefully on the couch was Seul with Hwarang still running in the background. A soft smile spread across his face since the last time he saw her was two weeks ago. He almost lost his balance when he felt someone crashed against his body from back, Kim Taehyung groaned in frustration.

“Yah, Gukkie why are you blocking the way” his bangs were poking his eyes making it hard for him to see the obstacle in front of him. Furthermore, in this sleepy state everything appeared irrelevant to him except for his comfortable bed. Confused, Taehyung’s eyes followed Jungkook and upon it landed on Seul’s figure, his eyes widened in sheer surprise.

“Seul? Seul is here?” he spoke lowly fully aware that their manager was still there.

“What should we do? Sejin hyung is here!” Jungkook started to panic. The hyungs made their entrance with questionable look but soon they gawked at the scene in front of them. It would be a huge trouble if their manager found out about Seul. The chances of her being fired was high.

It is 5 A.M why is she not home? Yoongi cursed, taking a glance at Sejin whom thankfully still at the doorstep gathering bags in process. Everyone was trying to come up with ways to hide Seul or to face Sejin’s wrath in a minute. Without wasting any time, Taehyung marched forward taking Seul in his arm casually surprising everybody in the room.

“What are you doing?” Yoongi inquired with concern look.

“We need to hide her”

“Yes, but where?”

“Lets just bring her to my room” Taehyung suggested earning a low protest from Yoongi and Jin. Nonetheless, they followed him afterwards.

Seul stirred in her sleep a little and snuggled her face at the crook of his neck, liking the familiar smell and warmth. Even in her sleep, she knew how to play with his heart. Taehyung tried to control himself from smiling foolishly as his main concern right now was to hide Seul from Sejin.

“I will distract Sejin hyung” Jungkook blurted out and quickly dashed to the main door followed by Hoseok behind. Namjoon and Jin assisted Taehyung to his room, opening the door for him so he could move Seul to safer place.

 “Hyung I forgot my headphones!” “Me too I forgot my-my game console!” Hoseok and Jungkook hollered in unison causing the older guy to eye them suspiciously.

He wiggled his finger to his headphone which hang loosely around his neck “That is your headphone Hobi and as for you Jungkook, I didn’t see you play any games today let alone having your game console with you” closing the door behind him, he placed the bags on the floor.

Hoseok gulped nervously exchanging nervous look with Jungkook “Urm…Sorry I seem to forget, but really I forgot something in the van!” he tried his luck one more time to convince Sejin. They knew it was not easy to lie on his face since he could read them so easily. Their manager knew when the boys were hiding something, like right now.

“I smell fear and lies. What are you hiding from me?” he quirked his brows prying answers out from the two boys before him.  

“Nothing, nothing” Jungkook palmed his hand against the wall awkwardly with a sheepish smile. He heard the commotion behind him meaning the hyungs were doing something about Seul, though he had no idea how much time they needed for him to stall their manager.

“If it is nothing, why are you blocking my way? Is there something that I shouldn’t see?”

Hoseok held both his palm out while cracking a nervous chuckle in between “Jimin.. I mean Jimin peed in his pant and it is disgusting. We have to clean the floor first. It is dirty, you can’t walk” Hoseok facepalmed at his idiotic ideas. It sounded ridiculous.

“YAH WHO PEED IN PANTS?” clueless Jimin exited the bathroom as his eyes threw daggers at Hoseok way. Hoseok grinded his teeth together chasing Jimin away from the scene but of course he would not budge even an inch. Park Jimin was persistent to begin with. He never let anyone taint his name.

Jungkook rubbed the back of his head in frustration ‘Jimin-ssi, can you be a little cooperative. Why out of all time’ the manager did not buy the boys lies so he forced himself inside. Being tall giving him advantage to dominate the boys. His eyes scanned the empty living room with suspicion whilst Jimin, Jungkook and Hoseok were having their secret banter behind.

“The caretaker came to clean the place?” he noticed the cleanliness of the place as he made his way to the kitchen. “I guess…” Hoseok murmured silently.

“Jimin-ssi, Seul is here we are trying to stall him! You are ruining the plan” Jungkook whispered under his breath making the shorter guy gasped realizing his own mistake. When he dashed inside, he didn’t catch a glimpse of anyone in the dorm. If and only he realized it sooner this thing could be prevented. The three musketeers kept their eyes on the manager hyung whom busy inspecting every corner of their place.

Namjoon, Jin and Yoongi exited Taehyung’s room as their eyes spotted the three boys stood in line with their hands neatly together, they shot them a bewildered look “Yah are you crazy! Don’t act suspicious, hyung might find out!” Namjoon scowled lowly afraid that the older guy overheard him.

“Get into your room now and act naturally” Jin mouthed them. The three musketeers scurried off almost bumping into each other before each of them got into their room without trouble. The sound of heavy footstep alarmed the remaining members, and they decided to avoid their manager at all cost.

 On the other hand, Taehyung had already changed into his pyjamas in order to appear more convincing in case their manager decided to appear magically in his room. From time to time he threw a nervous glance at the door feared to witness an unwelcoming sight. Judging from the message in their group chat, Sejin was inspecting every nook and cranny of the dorm started from Jungkook. Taehyung’s room is a room away from him that scared the shit out of him.

He stared at Seul while trying to find perfect way to hide her from their manager. “Screw this” caressing his fluffy hair out of frustration, he turned off the main light and slipped under the cover beside Seul. Taehyung bit his lower lips, apologizing non-stop since he was about to initiate something inappropriate. The girl was unconscious, and he was literally touching her without her consent.

She will understand, she will. Taehyung prayed in his head that Seul would not wake up until this nerve wrecking scene ended.

“Fuck” his eyes rounded upon seeing the shadow behind the creak of his door. Using his long hand to reach the lamp on his night stand, he switched off swiftly. Taehyung pulled the cover under his chin, wrapping one of his arm securely around Seul’s waist. His heart pounded due to the proximity and it doubled when he heard Sejin’s footstep approaching his room.

His body froze when he felt Seul making a slight move in his embrace. On the bright side, she’s not awake however her face was buried deeply in his chest. The heavy lump on his throat caused his breath to hitch.

Ji Seul, what are you.

“Taehyung-ah, are you asleep” Taehyung snapped out his thought, and brought Seul’s body closer to him. He shut his eyes tight pretended to sleep with hope they wouldn’t get caught by their manager today. Not today, they couldn’t risk losing Seul.

Sejin twisted the door knob, poking his head inside. He squeezed his eyes to adjust to the darkness “Guess, he is asleep. That was fast” he mumbled. Taehyung’s mind overloaded with negative thoughts and his heart thumped crazily that he swore the eerie silence in his room adding the tension. The sound of the footsteps sounded so close yet unclear. He was sure it was just few steps closer from his bed. Like a reflex, Taehyung tightened his arm around Seul’s keeping her close.

Exasperating a soft sigh, he was relieved when the sound of the footsteps faded away. The soft slam came from the door convinced Taehyung that his manager had left the room, yet he did not want risk getting caught, so he stayed like a statue for few minutes. Taehyung grinned upon hearing Sejin’s faint voice behind the door “Park Jimin, I told you to sleep. Why are you still standing there?” Sejin frowned.

Jimin cleared his throat awkwardly “Is..Tae asleep?”

“Yes, his room is dark, and I bet he is asleep”

“D-d-dark what?” Jimin continued to curse something vulgar in his head. After finding out Seul was in Taehyung’s room he couldn’t help but to worry. It triggered his protective instinct and jealousy. He couldn’t let his guard down just because Taehyung is his best friend even though Tae was never vocal about his feelings for Seul, his man’s instinct could not be wrong. Something bloomed whenever they were together.

The older guy snapped him out from his deep thought “What is wrong with you? Go sleep and stop worrying about Tae. Clock is ticking Jiminie, you don’t want to miss even an hour worth of sleep” he exclaimed.

“Fine, I am sleeping” his lower lips puckered out of habit.

“I will be here around 10, make sure everyone is ready by then” Jimin nodded obediently and threw a final glance at Taehyung’s door. Everything will be fine, Jimin convinced his racing heart.  

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Groggily, Seul forced her heavy lids to open and that when she realized the unusual warmth behind her. Seul squinted her eyes one last time in order for her foggy brain to function properly. A small light from the curtain illuminated the dark room but was not enough for Seul to get a clear view of it. On top of all, she was beyond relief that her outfits were still intact, remain untouchable. Meaning no funny business happened. At least, she was not kidnapped by some sasaeng fans, she hoped.

‘I swear I was in the living room watching Hwarang’ she grew frustrated of her failure in retrieving her memory. Seul couldn’t recall whether the boys were back home or not. Shrugging her unimportant thought away, Seul fisted the sheets under her gathering her courage to face the individual behind her.

Seul, move slowly don’t wake up the tiger.

Shifting under the sheet, she changed her position slightly to face Taehyung. In 3,2,1 she was ready to see whoever beside her but to her surprise, someone was cradling her head halting her earlier intention to catch the culprit.

“Seul, you awake?” his voice trailed off. She recognized that voice.

Seul touched his hand “Jungkook?” she whispered in daze.

His low yet squeaky chuckle made her smile “Yes, it is me. Come on let’s get up quietly. We don’t want to wake Tae hyung” Jungkook stroked his hand down to her waist, slowly sweeping her off from the bed.

Setting Seul down on the ground, she inquired “Tae? I am in his room. How?” Jungkook let out another adorable giggle, embracing her tight. “You fell asleep while watching hyung’s drama. Let’s talk outside” while keeping Seul in his embrace, they exited Taehyung’s room at ease.

She pulled away making an abrupt stop facing the giggly maknae, why was he in good mood today. “Tell me why I am in Tae’s room? I thought I was kidnapped!” she pursed her lips in annoyance.

“Sejin hyung was here, so we had no choice but to hide you”

“Hiding me in Taehyung’s room? How clever” she wheezed.

“Then you wish to be in my room instead?” Jungkook look amused as playful smirk spread on his handsome face.

She squirmed under his intense gaze “I didn’t mean it that way, you could wake me up. I can hide in the closet and leave afterwards” he sent a disapproval glare at her way.

“No way we are making you walk alone at that time, now stop complaining” he took few steps forward, pulling the sulky girl into another tight hug. Jungkook nuzzled the top of her head, exhaling a low sigh “I miss you” he murmured.

Her heart did the weird dance again, “You woke up early today, I thought you were not an early riser” she wrapped her arms around him, returning the hug with equal passion. “You think I can sleep knowing you’re sleeping on the same bed as Tae hyung?” he said sulkily.

Seul giggled “Are you jealous? Then, I blame it on you for letting Tae got into the way” her tease making the visible frown on his forehead two times thicker. She looked up “Aigoo, you may develop wrinkles at this age” her hand smoothed his eyebrows, giving it a soft caress along the shape.

Closing his eyes with a soft hum, Jungkook let himself drown under Seul’s magic touch “You are losing your baby fat again. I don’t like that” she gave his cheek a soft stroke with a slight frown.

“Don’t worry I will earn that back after our promotion ended. Besides, I had a good breakfast every day thanks to you. Did you come late at night for your work just to prepare those meal for us?” he pecked her fingers, interlacing it with his.

“You guys are barely home so I thought it is wise to change my caretaking schedule a little. On the bright side, I can prepare breakfast for you guys. I bet Jin had no time to prepare proper food for all of you, I don’t want to wear him out” her eyes glimmered in concern. The mere thought of filling seven empty stomach washed away the worries in her.

Jungkook protested “But that’s mean you will be walking home alone, and it is not safe”

“About that, my mom made Hoon picked me up from work every day. Don’t worry, I will be fine. Worry about yourself, you need to eat healthily. Stop skipping meals” she cringed. “I saw your Vlive, all of you look dead tired. And, I am sorry I couldn’t make it to your Wings tour last week. I had to fill in for Sera” she sighed.

His hand skimmed, featherlight, over her shoulders “It is okay, it is just the opening tour this year, I will make sure you attend the next one. Hobi hyung and Jin hyung were not happy that you couldn’t make it to our concert. However since you bribed them with food the day after, they lowkey claimed that it was okay for you not to attend as long as you prepared yummy food to make it up to them” she chuckled at their silliness.

“As expected, how easy it was to persuade those two. Don’t remind me the long ass text that they sent to me showing off their protest and resentment” Seul’s face scrunched a little at the vivid memories. Jungkook laughed along and the couple continued their conversation in the kitchen. Seul reheat the food for the boys to savour when they woke up with Jungkook’s help.

“I think I need to go before your manager come. Oh, say hi to everyone” she hung her apron carefully and gathered her belongings. Meanwhile, Jungkook continued to sulk behind, “Can’t you stay for breakfast? It is still early, hyung will be here around 10” his voice was a little more than a whisper but in cutesy way.

She flashed him a soft smile “I can’t Jungkook maybe next time. I have an errand to run” he watched her back as she made her way to the entrance. “I want to meet you again before we fly off to America next month” Jungkook leaned against the wall with one hand inside his pocket.

She saw the disappointment in his eyes, so she walked up to him. Dazed Jungkook set his eyes on Seul as the girl tiptoed a little giving a soft peck on his lips “There. I will see you around, don’t miss me too much” a sweet rush of embarrassment coursed through Jungkook.

“O..kay..” his eyes sparkled causing Seul to chuckle. Jungkook might be a little blunt in showing his affection towards her, but whenever she initiated the skinship first, the guy would turn into a total baby.

Seul was about to push the door getting ready to leave but only to be greeted by Sejin’s confused face. She felt an extreme fear in her system, was she caught for real now? Fuck, she muttered.

“Who are you?” he pushed the door wider to see Jungkook stood frozen behind Seul with an extremely disturbed face.

“Hyung…You are urm.. early?” his voice broke into a small shriek.

Quirking his eyebrows, the older guy stepped inside closing the door behind him carefully “You have a long explanation to do Jeon Jungkook. To the lounge now. I want everyone in the room. 5 minutes” his voice was rough and Seul felt like pissing in her jeans.

Seul swallowed a heavy lump on her throat “When I said everyone, that includes you Miss” he pushed the glass back on the bridge of his nose, leaving astounded Jungkook and Seul behind. Jungkook made eye contact with Seul and they exchanged looks of panic and questions.

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[sugacouture]

Pixie Dust

summary: You’re persuaded by your friends to go to a club after you get rejected from the best residency program in the nation. However, after a few drinks, the cute bartender notices your gloomy mood and decides to bring you a little bit of happiness by sprinkling a bit of golden dust...  

{magic!au (?)}

pairing: kim taehyung x female reader  

genres: fluff, slight angst 

word count: 4.4k

rating: pg

a/n: this fic was inspired by disney’s Peter Pan! i’m planning on making a series of one shots inspired by disney movies or fairytales but idk, we’ll see how it goes :)) once again, thank you @1yanan​ for proofreading this! tbh idk what i would do without u and ur amazing editing :’) 

“What the hell.” 

You blink at your computer screen that’s showing your rejection letter to the top medical residency program in the country. It was supposed to be the next step in your journey to become a doctor. You planned on getting accepted, finishing your few years of residency, learning a shit ton of medicine, and becoming the badass medical professional you had always wanted to be. 

Obviously, this presents itself as a large bump in the road. 

Groaning, you bury your face in your hands. After your brain has comprehended the sting of rejection, you call Jennie, who applied to the same program as you. Unsurprisingly, your best friend had gotten turned away too, which probably had something to do with her submitting her application a few days late. 

“Whatever,” Jennie scoffs. “That program is probably full of egotistical assholes anyways. They can eat shit.” 

“Yeah,” you echo softly, staring at your ceiling. “Eat shit…” 

You hear her sigh from the other end of the line. “Honey, I know you wanted to get into that program, but there are plenty of other ones that I’m sure you got into. Maybe they aren’t ranked number one in the country, but I’m confident that your parents would have been just as proud of you for even making it this far.” 

The mention of your parents makes you freeze up, and you think – maybe Jennie’s right. Maybe you got rejected not because you didn’t work hard enough, but because you wouldn’t survive in the environment that the program would have provided. 

However, that thought isn’t enough to convince yourself that you aren’t an utter failure. 

“I know you’re probably trying to come up with a way to cope with this,” Jennie continues, “but I think we should just drink it off tonight, you know? Get buzzed and forget about this whole mess. What do you say?” 

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After slipping into a satin midi dress, you hop into the cab with your girlfriends and tell the driver to drop all of you off at The Castle: a prestigious club full of high-end drinks and high-end people. The atmosphere was much more mellow than the raging bars downtown and attracted crowds who were more well off. Much cleaner and safer than any sleazy bar in college town, it was the type of environment that your group of friends preferred over a frat party at any day, any night. 

Although the entrance fee was somewhat expensive for a party of med students who were knee-deep in student loans, your best friend had unknowingly slept with one of the owners of the business during one wild night, gaining special privileges in the process. One of those benefits was getting into the club for free, and, quote, “if you bring your friends along, I guess they’re free too.” 

Upon arriving, you pay the cab driver and head towards the entrance of The Castle. Its neon sign casts a purple hue against your skin as you approach the front door. The intimidating security guards up front meet your friends with emotionless expressions, even though they’ve seen you before. Nevertheless, they ask for your IDs and the entrance fee, to which Jennie rolls her eyes and ignores them. 

If it was anyone else, the guards would have stopped the trespasser immediately. However, Jennie has made it very obvious that she’s screwing their boss, so all of you slide into the party and beeline towards the bar. 

You drop down on a stool and ask for a strawberry margarita with double shots of tequila. While waiting for your drink, you tap your nails on the bar, the letter of rejection still swimming in your head. 

As if she knew what you were thinking, Jennie nudges you on the shoulder. 

“Hey, don’t look so depressed, ____,” she murmurs. “We’re here to dance the night away, not to encourage chemical imbalances in our brain.” 

“I know, but I can’t help but be disappointed.” You shoot her a wry smile, taking your drink from the bartender. “I mean, I thought I had this all planned out, you know? My school, my career, my life–” you sigh, swirling the pink concoction of alcohol. “But now I kinda just want to sit on my couch and eat a tub of ice cream while Up is playing.” 

“Things change all the time. Don’t let this get to your head.” Jennie pats your back and you lean your head on her shoulder. 

“Forget about medicine for a few hours, yeah?” she continues, slapping a few bills on the counter. “Drink all you want. It’s on me.” 

Before you can protest, she scurries off to the dance floor, winking as she retreats into the dark lights. You return the meanest face you can muster, but really, you’re truly grateful to have a friend like her. Not because she paid for the drinks–though you certainly don’t mind it–but because she knows that you need to get your mind off of the residency before you turn paranoid. 

The bartender chuckles and you turn back to him. “You can buy around thirty strawberry margaritas with that money,” he says, wiping a cup. His brown hair falls over his eyes while he carefully runs the cloth over the glass. He looks up to catch you staring, and he flashes a wary smile. “Don’t tell me you’re actually considering it.” 

Squinting, you try to read the faint letters of his nametag, making out the name Kim Taehyung. 

You shrug, sipping your margarita. “I mean, didn’t you hear what she said? ‘Forget about medicine for a night, ____.’ I don’t know what it sounds like to you, Taehyung, but it seems like a good offer to me. ”  

Sighing, you send the cute bartender a weary smile. “To be honest, I think I’ll just leave. This isn’t my crowd, anyway.” You motion towards the extravagant dance floor full of women dripping in diamonds and men in Armani suits. 

After pocketing Jennie’s money so you can return it to her tomorrow, you finish your drink in one fell swoop and push the empty glass back to the bartender. “Thanks for the drink.” 

He takes the cup, nodding slowly and watching your face while he does. You must’ve looked so dejected that it makes him say: “Wait, I have something for you.” 

“Huh?” you answer, surprised. “Did I forget to pay or something? ‘Cuz I’m pretty sure Jennie–”

“No,” he blurts, eyes darting around the room. “It’s just—do you want to come to the back with me for a second?” 

You nod, but he searches your face for any signs of alarm or suspicion. After only finding curiosity in your warm eyes, he walks over to the side of the bar to open a small swinging door for you, and he escorts you to the other side of the bar. 

You’re met with shelves of supplies and a few unopened boxes in the corner. Other than that, you don’t understand why the bartender brought you here. He’s fumbling with one of the boxes, squatting down as he tries to open it. 

 “So, what’s the purpose of bringing me here? Are you gonna kidnap me?” you joke. “That’ll be an interesting bullet to put on my resume. It’s not every day that someone gets captured by a stranger in the back of a bar.” 

Taehyung finally pries the box open with an “Ah-hah!” and motions you over. “Come here, I want to show you something.” 

Curious, you walk over to him and the box. It looks like a normal cardboard box until you see its contents. There’s a few bottles of vodka and whiskey, which seems normal. When you look closer, though, two small purple pouches stand out among the drinks. 

“What’s that?” you murmur, pointing to a pouch. The velvet brushes against his palms as he dips his hand in the box and pulls one out. It sits on his hand, soft and shining, as he presents it to you. 

Suddenly, you’re looking into his sparkling brown eyes and he’s giving you the brightest grin you’ve ever seen. It stuns you, blowing away the fog that’s gathered in your brain from your previous drink. 

“___,” he whispers, excited. “Do you believe in magic?” 

Unable to breathe, you can only nod in shock as he grabs your hand and yanks you out of the back room. You’re pulled up the stairs and onto the rooftop of the building where you can see the city lights for miles. They swim across your vision as you watch the cute bartender open the mysterious velvet pouch. 

Peeking to see the contents of the bag, you almost trip when you see what’s inside. 

Glittering gold dust shines in the man’s palms, so fine that the breeze could carry it away. In awe, you meet his eyes. 

“W-what is–?”

“Pixie dust,” he whispers, eyes glimmering. “It’s pixie dust.” 

What. 

You’re absolutely dumbfounded. Shaking your head, you start laughing. “What the hell did you put in my drink, Taehyung? I’m definitely hallucinating.” 

His grin morphs into a puzzled frown. “I didn’t put anything in your drink, ___. What you’re looking at is pixie dust. Real, genuine pixie dust.” 

“Prove it,” you challenge, crossing your hands across your chest. “It could be bird shit, for all I know. Glittery, golden bird shit.”  

The bartender’s eyes harden in frustration and he suddenly flicks a pinch of the dust onto you, making you splutter indignantly. 

“Hey! What the hell was that for–” you shriek, cutting yourself off with a gasp. 

Your feet aren’t touching the ground anymore. 

Eyes widening, you realize that you’re slowly levitating off the rooftop, the dust that Taehyung threw at you glimmering on your body in the moonlight. 

“Tae!” you panic, flailing your limbs around. “Help! I’m like, flying and I’m probably going to fall and die in a few seconds oh my god tell Jennie I love her–” 

“Shh,” he says, sprinkling some of the gold on himself too. As soon as the dust settles onto him, he joins you in the air. He moves elegantly and fluidly, as if he’s done this before, while you’re scrambling in the air. You’re like a falling leaf, at the mercy of both the wind and Kim Taehyung. 

And not in a good way. 

You scowl at him when you see his amount of control, watching him push himself off the roof and into the sky. His hair, lightly scattered with pixie dust, stirs as he swims through the air, graceful as a swan. He moves towards you and holds out a hand. 

Alarmed, you shake your head vigorously. “I–I don’t know what this is or who you are but I’m literally in the goddamn air–”

“___”, he interrupts softly, still floating towards you, reaching for you. “Trust me.”

Letting out a shaky breath, you decide there’s nothing you can do other than take his hand. So you do. 

And the first thing this man does is fling you higher into the air. 

You squawk in surprise as you’re propelled towards the clouds, away from the earth. If you weren’t scared before, you are sure as hell are now. 

“Taehyung!” you scream, your voice echoing across the sky. “Tell me how to frickin’ fly or whatever, goddammit! I swear to god that once I’m on the ground I will chop you into microscopic pieces and feed them to–” 

“Okay! Okay,” he laughs, catching up to you. “Sorry. Surprising you like that was too good of an opportunity pass up, especially since you’re new to all this.” 

You frown at him. “Whatever. Just, please tell me how to maneuver myself so I don’t accidentally die. I wouldn’t want to leave my student loans to my aunt, thanks.” 

A glimmer of amusement shines in his eyes as he takes your hands in his, pulling you to face him. He releases a hand to tilt your chin up so that you’re eye level with him. 

“Flying is easy,” he whispers, gazing into your eyes. “It’s kind of like swimming, except with less effort.” 

He gently breaks away. “Just watch me.”

He lifts his arms above his head and, after sending you a wink, pushes them back to his sides in one swift movement. You gasp as you watch him soar through the air, leaving behind a light trail of gold dust in his wake. He dives down towards the ground before he cranes back up, smooth as water. 

The momentum he gains from the move is incredible; it provides him enough speed so that he’s rippling through the sky. He doesn’t stop until he wills himself to, when he moves from the streamline position to standing up. 

“You try,” he encourages softly, now a few meters away. 

You want to, but you take notice of how high you are above ground and a flash of fear runs up your spine. The city lights beneath you are suddenly much more glaring and unforgiving than they were before. You feel yourself losing the fearlessness that you had initially faced this absurd situation with. 

“___,” Taehyung calls out, bringing you back to reality. “Are you okay? Do you need me to help you?” 

“Y-Yeah, please,” you reply, sending him a panicked smile. 

Returning your smile, he flies (God, he flies) back to where you’re currently having a mini heart attack. 

“Relax,” he murmurs, guiding your arms above your head. “Like I said—it’s like swimming, but easier. Don’t overthink it, just push yourself up.” 

He leans back to watch you, clothes fluttering in the wind. “Now, quickly pull your arms back to your sides,” he instructs,” and move your head in the direction you want to go”

You hesitate. However, once you bring your arms back down in one fast motion, you’re speeding through the night sky. 

“Holy—” you shriek, still new to the feeling of weightlessness. “This is amazing!” 

“Tilt your head to the right a bit,” Taehyung instructs from behind you as he follows your trail of gold, “and turn back towards me.” 

Grinning, you propel yourself back towards him, a smile painting your face. It falls, though, once you realize that you’ve forgotten how to stop. 

“Taehyung,” you warn, coming at him at full speed. “I can’t remember how to stop—”

You realize that you’d spoken a few seconds too late as you crash into his chest, sending both of you tumbling into the clouds. He wraps his arm around as he and you somersault through the air. Thankfully, the chaos only lasts for a minute and then you’re still again, face buried inTaehyung’s chest. 

“Are you alright?” he frets, looking down at your face. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

You open your mouth to answer when you realize the position you’re in is a little too intimate for your liking. A blush burns on your face as you detach yourself from the man, dusting yourself off and composing yourself. 

“Y-yeah, I’m fine,” you stutter, internally cursing. “Sorry that I crash-landed on you. I forgot how to stop.” 

Taehyung chuckles, his boxy smile sending your heart into a frenzy. 

“No worries. I’ve been there, done that,” he shrugs nonchalantly. “Plus, it’s always fun to watch someone humiliate themselves.” 

You feel your face burn even more and you stare at your shoes. “Whatever,” you mumble. “I’ll get it next time, I guess.” 

“Or you could get it now,” the bartender suggests, drifting towards you. You’re still looking down, refusing to meet his eyes. Your silence worries him—he's afraid that he’s frightening you too much or is pushing you too far.  “Unless you want to go home…?” 

“No!” you blurt out, your head snapping up to look at him. “I-I don’t want to go home just yet,” you add, embarrassed at your sudden cry. “...I want to keep flying.” 

Taehyung’s face lights up with a grin and he holds out his palm. “Well, then. What are you waiting for?” 

With wide eyes and a full heart, you take his hand and he whisks you away, towards the clouds. 

–––  

The buzzing of your phone wakes you up the next morning. 

You  throw your arm over your eyes in annoyance. Your head pounds, and there’s a dry feeling in your mouth, as if you had spent the whole night flying against the wind. 

Flying. 

You sit up so quickly that your back cracks in protest. Ignoring the newly-popped joints, you reach over to your phone and answer whoever’s calling you at this ungodly hour. “Hello?” 

“Oh my god, I thought you died,” Jennie shrieks, making you wince. “Where did you end up last night, ___? The girls and I couldn’t find you anywhere and we almost went to the police station to file a missing persons report–”

“I’m fine,” you croak out. You sound like a frog that got run over by a bus. “I’m fine.” 

You can hear Jennie shuffling around her kitchen and the jangle of keys. 

“Judging by your voice, obviously not. I’m coming over,” she announces as you hear her open her front door. 

“No, Jennie, it’s fine–” 

“I’m coming over,” she says with finality. “There’s nothing you can do to stop me.” 

Sighing, you know that it would be a waste of energy to keep trying. “Alright, just shoot me a text when you’re a few minutes away,” you grunt, and then you hang up. 

Throwing your phone the other side of your bed, you wallow in your thoughts. Images of gold dust and the night sky flash before your eyes before you close them in—annoyance? Frustration? Honestly, you don’t know what you’re feeling right now, but you know that something very out of the ordinary happened last night. 

A few moments later, Jennie texts you that she’s a block away from your house and will be arriving soon. You heave a sigh as you will yourself to stumble out of bed and towards the front door. You fling it open and, lo and behold, there stands your best friend, who’s very obviously both pissed and concerned. 

“Hi,” you try before you’re pushed back into your apartment. 

Jennie closes the door behind you and drags the both of you into the living room. “Sit,” she demands, pointing at the couch. 

You obey. 

“Stay,” she continues, and walks to the kitchen. 

Ten minutes later, Jennie walks out with a bowl of what you can assume to be hangover soup, something you will be eternally grateful for. After placing a spoon in your hand, she plops down on the cushion next to you and watches you eat. Initially, you’re fine with the staring, but after a few minutes, it starts to get creepy. 

“Um, is there something on my face?” you ask, slightly disturbed. 

She shakes her head. “No, sorry,” she sighs, turning her attention to the blank television. “Just thinking.” 

“About what?” you inquire, curiosity piqued. You sound a lot better now; the soup has soothed your throat and given you a boost of energy. 

Jennie shrugs. “About all the places you could’ve disappeared to last night.” 

You sigh and place the bowl and spoon down on the coffee table. “Look, Jennie, last night–” 

“Was probably completely my fault,” your best friend interrupts. 

“What?” 

She throws her hands up in exasperation. “___, I was the one dragged you to the club. I was the one who dragged you to the bar. I was the one who tossed you a wad of cash and then abandoned you in a room of filthy rich strangers.” Regret crosses her face. “If anything had happened to you, I would’ve been held responsible. Hell, I would’ve held myself responsible.” 

“No,” you object. “It’s not your fault that you ‘lost’ me, Jennie. I decided to leave the club and didn’t call you. If there’s anyone to blame, it’s me. I’m responsible for myself—don’t feel obligated to be my babysitter because I was depressed last night. I can take care of myself.” 

She sends you a pained smile. “But—”

“Nope.” 

“I mean—”

“Nada.” 

“Technically—”

“You’re fighting a battle you can’t win, hon,” you smile. “Come here.” 

You open your arms and she crawls into your embrace. The two of you sit like that for a while, enjoying the other’s warmth. 

“Fine,” she mutters, “but where did you disappear to last night?” 

You pull back from the hug. “Do you remember the cute bartender?” you ask, and Jennie nods. “After you left me with the money—which I plan on returning to you, by the way—he took me to the back and showed me this... this glittery, golden stuff.” 

“What?” Jennie shrieks. “Even the bartender is rich? I swear, Jackson better tell me why everyone in that club is filthy rich–”

“It wasn’t gold dust,” you interrupt. You begin fiddling with your fingers. “He told me it was pixie dust and then brought me up to the roof.” 

You glance up to look at your friend and she’s bewildered, to say the least. “Excuse me?” 

Nodding, you continue. “Yeah, and then he threw some at me and on himself and we started to fly. Or at least, I think we did.” 

“What do you mean you think you did? Hell, ___, how many drinks did you have last night?” Her eyes widened. “Oh my god, you didn’t take any drugs, did you? I swear to all things that are holy that if you did, I will rip off your nails and feed them to my aunt’s alligator—”

“I didn’t do any drugs!” you deny. “And I didn’t drink that much either. Just that strawberry margarita you saw me down and that’s it. I was completely sober and 100% lucid.” 

“Then why do you think that you flew?” 

You press your lips into a tight line. “I don’t remember much after the first few minutes we started flying. I just remember crashing into Taehyung and him offering to let me fly the entire night.” 

“Taehyung?” 

“He’s the bartender,” you clarify. “And when I woke up, my memory was all blurry.” 

Jennie shakes her head and tosses her arm over your shoulders. “Girl, I think you’ve gone insane. I’m not leaving you alone next time we go.” 

You smile at her ruefully. “Yeah, I guess that’s for the best.” 

––– 

Two nights later, you find yourself at The Castle yet once again. This time, though, you’re on a different mission. Instead of getting drunk and trying to forget about what had happened, you’re trying to remember. 

Specifically, what happened two nights ago. 

After entering, you beeline to the bar where you remember where Taehyung worked. Sitting on a barstool, you wait for the brown-haired man to serve you. 

But he’s not the one who greets you. 

In his place is a black-haired, baby-faced man. He’s a few inches shorter than Taehyung (from what you can remember) and his fingers are long and slender. 

He notices your gaze and drifts over to you. “What can I get you, miss?” 

“I’ll get a strawberry margarita…” your eyes dart over to his nametag, “Yoongi.” 

Yoongi shoots you a gummy smile. “Coming right up.” 

While he shakes up your drink, you try to make some small talk. And get some answers, while you’re at it. “So, do you work here every night?” 

The man shakes his head. “Nah, only from Monday to Thursday. My buddy Seokjin handles the rest.” 

“Really?” When does Taehyung work, then? “Do you know of a Kim Taehyung that works at the bar, by any chance? I came here Saturday night and he served me.” 

Yoongi frowns and slides you the strawberry margarita. “I don’t think so. It’s just me and Seokjin who work here.” 

What? 

“Oh,” you murmur, taking the drink. “I see.” 

After asking around the club for a few hours with no avail, you decide to head home and deal with the mystery in the morning. It’s not like someone could work there for a night and then disappear, right? 

You lock your apartment door behind you and kick off your shoes. Sighing, you decide to to call it a night—opening emails about residency can wait for tomorrow. 

Just when you’ve finished slipping into a comfortable pair of sleeping shorts and an oversized t-shirt, you hear a peal of laughter coming from your balcony. 

Confused, your sock-clad feet pad through your living room and you open the curtains to your balcony, only to see no one there. Unlocking the glass door that protects you from the outside, you step onto the concrete that juts out from the building. You abandon all fear and peer down at the streets under you, bright lights of cars flashing by. 

A gentle breeze hits you and you swear that it’s carrying the sounds of Taehyung’s laugh. You whip around in hopes of seeing the man once again, but you’re met only with the cold air of the night. 

However, a flash of white catches your eye. On the opposite corner of your balcony lies a white envelope on top of a small green box, its clean ivory paper contrasting with the dark green of the cardboard. 

Ripping open the envelope, you read the letter that’s inside: 

Dear ___, 

I had such a lovely time with you a few nights ago. You were truly born to fly :) 

However, it saddens me to say that I don’t think that you’ll be seeing me anymore. For reasons why, I cannot tell. Even so, please continue to live happily and healthily—never let obstacles stop you from reaching your goal. 

But when you do inevitably stumble into a dark hole of hopelessness, please use the gift I’ve given to you to your advantage… 

Wishing you a safe journey, 

Kim Taehyung 

Gift?

You immediately set the letter down and start to open the green box instead. Once you’ve undone the ribbons and tape, your eyes widen when you see what’s inside. 

Within the cardboard walls  sits a small pouch of pixie dust, identical to the ones that were hidden in the room behind the bar. 

Why Taehyung would entrust this to you, you don’t know. But what you do know is that two nights ago, you believed in magic and a boy helped you fly. Two nights ago, he helped you look at the world through a different lens. 

Your mind was opened, and your thoughts are clear. Looking up at the night sky, you smile. 

“Thank you.” 

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Hey! Was curious if you have any recs for well written, super soft/fluffy fics of any pairing (or no pairing even!) My friend is wanting to read some but the only fics I read are super explicit and not at all soft! 😅 Thanks for all you do!

Hey there - I do! I hope your friends likes them ^_^

into the woods by shadowsinsound

Rating: M

Pairings: Yoongi/Jimin

Status: Complete

Word count: 24,119

Summary: Yoongi may have been an alpha, but his wolf was a sleepy creature, not prone to rousing itself unnecessarily. But the dejected male omega sitting beside him, soaked in whiskey but even the alcohol unable to disguise the gentle honey and pear tones of his scent, had Yoongi’s wolf paying close attention.

“Do you have anywhere to go?” asked Yoongi quietly.

Tears started welling in Jimin’s eyes.

(Basically, Jimin needs help and Yoongi rescues him. A lot. Because Jimin is a smol struggling bean and Yoongi is not-so-secretly soft for the omega.)

Group chat: PRIDE BOIIIIIIIS by gardenjins

Rating: G

Pairings: Taehyung & Jimin

Status: Complete

Word count: 31,527

Summary: Chat: Kim Taehyung

me:Hi, Tae. I’m a student at Lakewood U. I saw your thing on the twitter thread for diversity and idk I just wanted to say it’s so cool of you to be so open about gender and all that stuff. It’s just really cool that I’m not alone out here, you know?

me:Uhhhhh anyway. You’re cool. Respect.

***aka a text/social media au where no one is straight and only half of them are cis(reads best on mobile!)

Namu by koochieagenda

Rating: T

Pairings: Namjoon/Taehyung

Status: Complete

Word count: 17,604

Summary: “Who are you? Do we know each other?”

“Oh god, I’m sorry, my name’s Taehyung. And, um, I don’t think we know each other? But if we do and I forgot, I’m really sorry. Again.”

It was Namjoon’s turn to stare at him with their mouth open and a dumbstruck expression opening up their face. Taehyung wasn’t usually one to be bothered by silence, but he had the distinct feeling he was missing something.

“I feel like I’m missing something.”

Namjoon closed their mouth but continued to stare for a moment before speaking carefully. “Most humans don’t really see me unless we’ve met before.”

“Ahh…” Taehyung replied eloquently, entirely unsure what to do with the implication that Namjoon was something separate from humans. They looked a little ethereal, but some humans really were just That Beautiful. “Why’s that?”

“Most humans can’t see spirits, least of all a forest spirit in the city.”

“Well,” Taehyung muttered, voice so unexpectedly steady that he thought for a spit second someone else might be talking for him. “You must be a little surprised then.”

you are so gorgeous it makes me so mad by ameliabedelias

Rating: T

Pairings: Namjoon/Jimin

Status: Complete

Word count: 9,996

Summary: Park Jimin is Instagram famous. Or he was, until Kim Namjoon walked into one of his pictures and stole the spotlight.

not a country boy (but for you I could be) by dygonilly and ghostscissoring

Rating: E

Pairings: Seokjin/Taehyung

Status: Incomplete

Word count: 39,758

Summary: Seokjin signed up to the farmer's dating website as a joke. He didn't expect to find someone like Taehyung on there.

And he certainly didn't expect to find himself staying at a farm two days later, with no appropriate footwear and no plausible way to stop himself falling head over heels for a stupidly beautiful boy with strong hands and a gentle heart.

Take my hands now by Aguacates

Rating: E

Pairings: Jungkook/Namjoon

Status: Complete

Word count: 52,718

Summary: “This is Jeongguk, my dad-friend.”

“Dad-friend?” Namjoon repeats from Jeongguk’s right.

“Friend who is also a dad,” Jeongguk says quietly.

Namjoon’s eyes widen, but Jimin didn’t hear Jeongguk’s response, so he says much more loudly, “Single dad solidarity club! That’s what we call ourselves.”

Is that embarrassing? That’s embarrassing, right?

(Jeongguk is a single dad, and Namjoon is the prettiest person he's ever met.)

double chocolate chip by goldenhearts

Rating: E

Pairings: Jungkook/Seokjin

Status: Complete

Word count: 17,862

Summary: Jungkook expected the bakery worker to recoil when he saw his tattoos. He was prepared for a frown or judgmental glare.

Instead the man's polite smile drifted into more of a smirk and Jungkook really had no idea what to do with that.

bees, knees and emotional crises by dygonilly

Rating: T

Pairings: Jungkook/Namjoon

Status: Compete

Word count: 20,027

Summary: Jungkook points at the bee cutout like a question. Taehyung shakes his head. “That’s been there for an hour, Jungkookie. I mean, yes the bee is beautiful, but no - I’m talking about the guy.”

“Which guy?”

“The guy,” Taehyung emphasises, like Jungkook is thick. “The man. The Korean supermodel with the smile and the knees and delicious samples.”

“Hyung, again with the knees,” Jungkook groans. “I still don’t get how that’s a thing and I really don’t want to.” He tries to push him away, to no avail. Taehyung smushes his cheeks in his palms and gets really close.

“You say that now,” he says ominously. “But just you wait, Kookie. Just you wait.”

(or, Jungkook and Namjoon meet at the weekly farmer's market where Namjoon sells honey that he makes himself, and Jungkook has a crush the size of Pangea and also cries about bees a few times because they're important, damn it)

#ask #yoonmin #namtae #minjoon #taejin #namkook #jinkook #yoongi #jimin #namjoon #taehyung #seokjin #jungkook #fluff #college au #abo au #texting #strangers to lovers #farmer AU #Rating: M #Rating: G #Rating: T #Rating: E

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Sweet Night

.: Sweet Night :. 

Taehyung x Gender Neutral!Reader 

Your best friend is due to get married on Friday and you’re his best person. But what happens when the dynamic changes? 

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Words: 4.3k 

WARNINGS: mentions of depression; a disgusting amount of pining; reader and Tae being absolute idiots; implied smut (so Tae’s cheating);

S u n d a y

It was so cliche; being forced to share a bed in this tiny log cabin with your best friend. Seokjin just assumed that because you and Tae were so close you'd both be more than happy to share a double for the weekend. Hell, you'd done it ever since you were little and still sometimes to this day, so why would this weekend be any different? It shouldn't be. Yet there you lay in the darkness, wide awake and listening to Taehyung's breathing as he slept behind you, holding you close to his body as he had done every time you shared a bed since you were children. Arguably it's your fault he can't sleep without cuddling something - but you refuse to accept that accusation.

You weren't quite sure when things began to change for you; when you stopped seeing Taehyung as the greasy little boy with a boxy smile who used to terrorise the neighbour's cat under the guise of loving it and began seeing him as a beautiful young man, who wore that same smile whilst terrorising you. You didn't know when you started to fall helplessly and irrevocably in love with him. It just seemed that one morning you woke up and - poof! - feelings. What you didn't know was that there was a storm raging behind you inside the mind of the very man you had fallen for.

He was awake, eyes open in the darkness and staring at the back of your head as his mind screamed at him in the silence. Like you, he assumed his best friend was asleep and did his best not to disturb you with the never ending torture he was putting himself through. You'd gotten softer as you got older. There was more of you to grab, more of you to snuggle into. Your hair smelled like the cherry blossoms on Jeju Island and it took him back to the Spring you'd spent together on the island while the blossoms were in bloom. Pink petals fell on your hair as they blew off the trees. You turned to look at him and he could have sworn he was shot in the backside with one of Cupid's arrows. You were the most beautiful, most perfect creature he had ever laid his eyes on. He was able to pinpoint the exact moment he realised he was in love with you - it was then. When you were enthralled by the beauty of the nature surrounding you and paying no mind to him. When you were smiling brightly and taking photos with your own camera. He had to take a photo of you while you were so happy; so serene and peaceful.

You weren't allowed near his phone after that day, which was peculiar for the two of you as you'd both been so open with one another since the beginning. The reason for this was his home screen was that picture of you; his absolute favourite picture of you. You were so lost in the blossoms you hadn't noticed him taking your picture and though you were looking at his camera you weren't registering that it was in his hand. He caught your face lit up and partially hidden behind the raining petals while staring directly into his soul with adoration in his eyes. It was that picture he made sure to look at every time he did something on his phone. And it was that picture that remained in his data every single day for two years straight.

But God forbid he ever told you how he felt. Neither of you wanted to ruin this perfect relationship you had with each other and both of you assumed that confessing would do that. You both would rather each other in your lives as a friend than not at all. Which was, perhaps, an even worse thing to do as both of you were miserable and constantly pining after one another.

The members tried to get involved - tried to force you two to confess to each other on multiple occasions; and you almost did. However, the announcement of his most recent girlfriend stopped you and landed you in a month-long episode of depression. He was still with her - they were actually engaged, which was odd considering he was sharing a bed with you right now. Yet nothing would ever happen between you. In your eyes he was in love with her and in his eyes you didn't love him like he loved you.

You remember the day he told you the bad news.

"We're actually getting married." He announced over dinner when it was just the two of you.

You spat your drink out over him. "M-married? As in, in love forever, will one day have 2.5 kids in a three bedroom apartment crawling with dogs and dirty nappies married? Not married as in fake married to shut your parents up married?"

Tae laughed, his boxy smile making you melt. "As in through sickness and in health, richer for poorer until death do us part married, yes."

The richer for poorer line didn't sit well with you. "You asked her already?" He nodded in response. "And she said yes?"

"Don't act so surprised - I am quite the catch you know."

"What else is wrong with the girl besides the obvious?"

Tae groaned, "___."

"I'm sorry. Congratulations are in order, dude! I'm pleased for you." That was a blatant lie. He'd only been dating her for two years. He was only twenty-five... well, twenty-seven in Korean age which made more sense when you thought about it, but still.

"I actually wanted to ask you something."

"You want the funeral song played at the wedding? Sure thing."

"___!" Tae sighed but he was grinning a little at your joke. "We're going to be having a more Westernised wedding than traditional Korean. Obviously we will have the traditional Korean elements like the paebaek but we're going to be taking a more Western spin on it. So I was wondering if you would be my best man - or rather, best person."

You grit your teeth and swallowed the lump in your throat. Force a smile, force a smile! "Of course, Tae-Tae. I'd be honoured."

Cut to you crying on Yoongi's shoulder at 4am because you couldn't bear to go through with the role you had been given yet had no option but to go through with it. You couldn't breathe. You felt like you were trapped and the worst part about it all was that you made this prison yourself. The bars were made with all the words you never said with a lock made from the silence you hid behind. You could scream and scream and scream all you wanted but it was almost too late. You were too late.

This weekend getaway was a macabre farewell to Taehyung's "single" life given that the wedding was on Friday. Everything was all planned out and ready. Rehearsals had been completed. Outfits were chosen. He was really going through with this.

You turned in Taehyung's arms to look at his sleeping face only to be met with his eyes fully open and staring at you.

"I thought I could feel a creep watching me." You teased.

"Your snoring kept me awake. I was thinking of all the ways to kill you so I could get some peace and quiet."

"Oh wow, you can think? I wondered what that burning smell was."

"Hey! I'm smart, you know."

"Oh yeah? What's your IQ?"

"130."

"Alright fine."

"Not just a pretty face."

"I wouldn't even call you that."

"You're cruisin' for a bruisin', young lady."

"Ooh 'young lady'. Sorry, daddy. I'll try to behave."

The smile that was once on Taehyung's face slowly disappeared. He wasn't his usual bubbly self and he hadn't been for the last few weeks. Every time you asked him what was wrong, he automatically answered with "pre-wedding jitters. I'm fine." You knew Taehyung, though; and he wasn't fine. You've seen him when he's fine and he certainly isn't fine now. "Talk to me." You demanded gently. He hesitated. "You know I'm just going to keep asking until you tell me the truth."

"I don't know if I'm doing the right thing by marrying her."

"Are you in love with her?"

He was silent for a moment. "I do love her. I'm just not in love with her. That title belongs with someone else."

"So if you aren't in love with her - which you should be, by the way, if you're marrying her - then why would you marry her when you could be perfectly happy with someone else?"

"I don't want to hurt her - and I don't want to throw away my future and the possibility of being a dad one day for a chance with someone else when I'm fairly confident they don't love me back."

"Have they told you that they don't love you?"

"Well... no."

"Well then, there you go."

"They also haven't told me that they do love me like that, though."

"What do you want, Tae?"

"I want... happiness. I want to get married to someone I actually adore rather than someone I couldn't say no to."

"What do you mean?"

"I didn't tell you the whole truth. I didn't tell anyone. I didn't ask her to marry me. She asked me to marry her. I couldn't say no to her and risk losing the relationship I grew comfortable in."

"Why lie?"

"I didn't want to be judged. I know you wouldn't I just... I don't know. It felt like the right thing to do."

"Tae-"

"I know' I need to make a decision. I just don't want to. I'm comfortable here."

"Here?"

"In this room where no one can get me in a warm bed next to someone who means the world to me." You didn't know what to say so you decided to remain quiet. That sounded somewhat like a confession but you couldn't get your hopes up. What if it wasn't a confession? What if he was just being his usual, beautiful self? You still weren't confident enough to ask him or tell him your own fragile truth. He was so brave for laying himself bare like that. How could you ever compare? "Would it be alright if I pulled you closer?"

Actions spoke louder than words did, so instead of waiting for him to pull you towards him, you snuggled into his body allowing your head to bury itself in his neck. Even for you two this wasn't normal best friend behaviour.

Do it. Your brain egged you on. Tell him. Now! Yet you still couldn't do it. Even though you had the perfect opportunity to, you just couldn't confess everything to him. You couldn't be as brave as he was just now. What was wrong with you?

"It's your turn." He told you, as though he could read your thoughts. "What's going on in that head of yours?"

"It's empty up here, Tae. You know this."

"Hey." Tae pushed you away a little but gently so as not to offend or startle you. "I'm the only one who's allowed to pick on you.

You didn't know who leaned in first. It could very well have been you but time seemed to alter as your lips moved towards one another. They connected; it was gentle at first but things soon began to heat up. You allowed Taehyung to use his tongue as he kissed you, as your bodies pressed together ever tighter until there was no room left. You've read that kissing your best friend was supposed to feel like kissing a sibling - it was meant to feel disgusting and wrong - yet you both couldn't pull away from each other as though strong magnets had been placed in your lips and connected as you kissed. In fact, though you could feel your heart racing and his hands wandering your body, your brain cleared itself of everything. It didn't allow you to concentrate on the fact that you were kissing the man you've loved for a long time. Nor did it remind you that said man had a fiancée waiting for him at home; whom he didn't love and could never. It never occurred to you to tell him to stop even when he started to slot himself in between your legs, when you let him cum inside you and when you held each other to sleep that night finally holding one another as you'd wanted to for years.

You were disappointed on Monday morning when he wasn't beside you when you woke up. You were dejected to discover he wasn't even in the house and you were upset when you found out he returned home alone.

T u e s d a y

Taehyung hadn't spoken to you since Sunday night when you both gave yourselves to one another. To be completely honest, you hadn't tried to get in contact with him either. Sunday had felt so right that you had assumed, perhaps foolishly, that he would end things with his fiancée and would come crawling to you dismayed at hurting her but excited for your future together. You thought you'd see him Monday evening after spending time with her yet you were well into the late hours of Tuesday evening and you'd not heard a peep. Not a single word from him or about him from any of your mutual friends. You didn't know what was going on but you knew that things were awkward between the two of you - and that the wedding was still going ahead. You knew this because his fiancée had sent you a reminder three minutes ago via email that tomorrow was the final wedding rehearsal and that everyone had to be there.

T h u r s d a y

You didn't show up to the final rehearsal - how could you? You had slept with the bride's fiancée and that was the ultimate crime you could commit. How could you show your face to everyone after consenting to such an insensitive act? How could Taehyung more importantly. It was his fault just as much as it as yours and yet his conscience had allowed him to turn up unashamedly pretending to be the dutiful future husband while little did his precious bride-to-be he had been balls deep in someone else.

There was a knock at your door not three hours after the wedding rehearsal had ended and much to your surprise, Park Jimin stood there holding a bag of Tupperware boxes containing your share and the leftovers of the wedding feast. The moment he saw your puffy eyes and your distant smile he knew something big had happened. He had no idea how bad the damage was, but "Tae looks exactly like you do." He told you. "He wasn't himself at the wedding rehearsal but he wouldn't tell me why. Which isn't like him. What happened? Did you two have a falling out or something?"

"Not exactly."

It took Jimin all of three seconds to piece together what would have happened. If you hadn't had an argument, but you both aren't speaking and you didn't show up to the rehearsal today it could only mean one thing. "When did it happen?"

"Sunday night."

"Have you spoken since then?"

"No."

"Why?"

"He obviously doesn't want to, Jimin. If he did then I may have shown up today or at least I'd know where I stand with him. If he wanted me around he would have made an effort but he obviously doesn't. Anyway, it's probably for the best that the slut that fucked her best friend five days before his wedding doesn't show up. I couldn't face tomorrow before all of this happened, how am I supposed to now?"

"By talking to him? Calling him? Ask him to come over so you can talk face-to-face."

"I don't know if I can. It still wouldn't change anything, would it? He would still marry her tomorrow."

"You don't know that."

"I do. That's it now. He no longer wants me around."

Jimin, by the time he left your place that night was absolutely furious. He was angry at you for moping around and not contacting Tae. He was angry at Tae for even getting married to that woman in the first place when it was obvious he was in love with you; and he was livid at Taehyung for not contacting you after the both of you slept together to hash it out and see where your relationship was going to end up. So he contacted Tae himself and gave him an earful down the phone.

Taehyung had no intention of changing his plans.

F r i d a y

You were meant to be at the wedding today but of course you couldn't do it. Simply bringing yourself out of bed should have been enough today let alone watching the man you were desperately in love with marry someone else. Everything hurt; your head, your bones, your heart. How could something as simple as someone getting married take such a toll on your body?

Midday rolled around - the wedding should be starting now. You poured yourself another glass of wine and tried to bury yourself in a horror movie. Your usual self-care movie featured couples happily in love and you couldn't do that to yourself. So instead you opted for movies where couples were horrifically killed in multiple different ways. Yes, this will do just nicely.

Your phone had been ringing all day to the point where you put it on silent and turned it over so you couldn't see the display screen and see which member of the wedding party was trying to get in touch with you today. Going awol was the best thing you could do. Lying would have hurt you more, and turning up may have been deadly. Instead you kept your curtains closed and your phone as far away from you as possible.

That was when you heard it - rapid knocks at the door that forced you out of your blanket burrito on the couch and towards the front door. Had you known who it was you wouldn't have answered the door. Had you known more trouble would come by opening the door you wouldn't have left your spot on the sofa.

Her.

On your doorstep Tae's fiancée stood wearing her puffy, princess wedding dress and makeup running down her face. You know how much money was spent on the artists to put her face together and there it all went rolling down her cheeks.

"Where is he?" She sobbed at you.

"If he's not with you, love then I haven't got a clue."

"He's normally with you when he's hiding from me. He must be in here somewhere."

"Well," you stepped aside, "you're more than welcome to come in and look for him but all you'll find that's keeping me company is my own filth."

"So if he isn't here then where is he?"

"I haven't spoken to him since Sunday, honey. I've no idea. Now, please can you leave so I can wallow in self-pity and you can go ahead and get married?"

"Don't you get it, yet? The wedding's off! He left me at the altar. No one can get in touch with him. No one knows where he is."

This wasn't like Taehyung to just disappear without telling anyone where he was. You knew him better than anyone. At a time like this, if no one could find him it meant he needed to think. He always went to think sat in the grounds of Gyeongbokgung Palace in Seoul. Since moving to Seoul from Daegu, he had always enjoyed the traditional palaces because of how quiet they were, and how you couldn't hear or see the modern world. It was serene and peaceful and when he had taken the right precautions to cover his face he was unrecognisable and left alone. You had no doubt he'd be there.

"I know."

"Would you go to him?"

"No. I'll tell Jimin where he is and Jimin can go."

"___, please. You're the only one he listens to and talks to. Please."

You relented and did as she asked. Maybe if you could save their relationship the guilt would stop eating you alive. Though, of course, this wasn't guaranteed and there was an even higher chance that you'd end up hurting a lot more for this - and even lose Taehyung forever; but this seemed like the right thing to do. So you showered quickly, dressed and left the house with wet hair making your way to the palace.

You were entering the grounds taking in the smells of nature when you noticed the cherry blossoms. You hadn't realised they were in bloom yet. You were so preoccupied in your little problems you'd forgotten the seasons still changed around you. The palace was so much more beautiful now there was a dusting of pink sprinkled around the grounds. You could fully understand why Taehyung enjoyed coming to this place to think and relax.

You saw him sat there - to you he stuck out like a sore thumb but the tourists completely ignored his presence. Knowing he'd run if he saw you, you took the longer route to get to him, joining him on the bench without asking too afraid he'd get up and walk away before you had chance to say your peace.

"Shouldn't you be getting married now?" You asked him when you'd been sat beside him a little while.

"I wondered how long it would take for you to get summoned. Who was it? Jiminie? Namjoonie-hyung?"

"The woman you left at the altar."

"Ah."

"Though I have to say, I didn't think I'd see a woman in a wedding dress on my doorstep... ever. Thank you for that first."

"You're welcome - I know it's what you've always wanted."

"So why did you do it? Why aren't you getting married today?"

"I had too much to think about."

"Care to elaborate?"

"Taehyung," you said sternly, "don't you dare. You fucked me not even a week ago then shut me out of your life to the point where I thought you didn't want me in it anymore. You then proceed to shut everyone else out, leave your bride at the altar so she comes knocking on my door looking like an absolute mess and dragging me out of my blanket burrito to bring your moping ass back to her, and you aren't even offering me an explanation to tell me why all of this has happened. Neither of us are leaving until I get the answers I'm looking for, Tae. Even if it means we're sat here all night. You're opening up and that's final."

"I fucked up big time, didn't I?" He asked quietly. "You don't have to say it - I know. I've ruined everything because I was afraid. I was afraid to hurt her, afraid to hurt you. Eomma got so excited when I told her I was getting married and I've disappointed her."

"You definitely haven't disappointed your mum, Tae. Not by not getting married anyway. She knows you will one day - she just wants you to be happy and loved. That's all any of us want."

"I got scared." He told you. At this point tears were beginning to form in his eyes. He pitied himself and his decisions of course, but those tears weren't for him. The tears were for everyone he thought he'd disappointed but hurt in the process. "I had what I thought I wanted but when I had that I discovered it wasn't what I wanted at all. I thought I loved her - I thought I wanted to marry her and spend the rest of my life with her. It turns out, though, I wanted you instead... and then I had you - finally! Do you know how long I waited to have you? Everything became too real, though, and it freaked me out. It showed me that I wanted you... that my feelings for you hadn't gone and that I was about to make the biggest mistake of my life but I couldn't end it because I couldn't hurt her and I-" He took a deep breath but he began to sob. "I just wanted a forever, and now my forever's falling down and I can't stop it. I'm sorry, ___. I'm so, so sorry!"

His head fell on your shoulder as he wept harder, drawing more attention to him than perhaps he intended but still people didn't realise who he was. Or if they did they let him be which you were grateful for. There was a huge part of you that couldn't believe Tae had just confessed. After all these years of pining and wanting him finally he could be yours. All you had to do was tell him. "Tae, you have absolutely no idea just how much I adore you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you - maybe even marry you if things go well. I love you. I want you too. But you're still engaged."

Taehyung blinked. "I'm not. She doesn't know it yet but I'm ending things with her. You're right, it wasn't fair of me to do that to her. She deserves better than someone who only wants her because he's too afraid to be lonely."

"I'm proud of you, even if you are the world's biggest idiot sometimes."

"Would I - would I ever have a chance with you? You know, when I'm not officially engaged."

"Do you not want to spend some time being single first?"

"I was pretty much single with her. It feels like I'm about to hurt a friend - not a fiancée."

"Take me on a date first and we'll talk about it. And no, before you ask McDonald's does not count as a date."

"You're such a loser."

"Yeah but you love me."

"And you love me."      

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