#Sixth Sense Namjoon

[joonsmagicshop]

Dom Daddy Joon

Summary: When Namjoon catches you doing something you aren't supposed to be doing he decides to punish you, and lets his maknae join in on the fun

Paring: Namjoon/Reader Jungkook/Reader

Word Count: 7.9K

Rating: 18+

Tags: Dom Joon, daddy kink, masturbation, vibrating panties, overstimulation, dirty talk, fucking, unprotected sex (this is fiction wrap it before you tap it) Joon being in leader mode and Y/N loving it, 3some kind of?

Authors Note: Leader Mode Namjoon wrecks me so here you go

Your phone vibrated in your purse the second you walked through the door.

You sighed and stared up at the ceiling, fighting the urge to roll your eyes.

It was Friday

and you had more than enough of this week.

The day had been dragging on, you swore at one point the clocks in your office had stopped working entirely. It didn't help that the last few days had been overcast, dark shadows and buckets of rain had poured down leaving you in a tired and irritated mood.

You fished for your phone as you kicked off your heels and placed them by the front door.

When you saw the text your whole demeanor changed, a single ray of hope on these cloudy days

Namjoonie: Office dinner tonight. We are allowed to bring a plus one. Get beautiful for me love. The car comes at seven

Your heart beat wildly in your chest and you couldn't help but smirk at the phone as you shucked off your coat and hung it up, making your way slowly to the bedroom to pick out an outfit for tonight.

A thrill of excitement shot through you as you grabbed a navy blue dress off its hanger and laid it on the bed.

Most people would find company dinners with people you hardly knew boring, but not you. You still remember the first dinner you attended.

You thought it would be boring, and you braced yourself for it, but you were not about to turn down free booze and free food so you went, knowing you could wrangle some of Namjoon's bandmates into having drinks with you.

You were very used to soft, small, sweet Namjoon. With his big smile and cute dimples poking out. His love of big soft hoodies, cuddles and kisses.

However, it all changed when you both entered the venue. He stood tall and proud above the crowd of people. His hand rested on your back as he guided you around. He looked concentrated and calculated and so damn dominant and powerful that your knees almost buckled.

He spoke eloquently to everyone he met, even people you knew he couldn't stand, his hand never leaving your back as he kept his bandmates close and looked out for every one of them.

It was like he had a sixth sense, he could tell when a question made Jungkook uncomfortable or when Taehyung should switch from booze to water, or when Hobi was part of a conversation he did not want to be a part of.

Namjoon was in leader mode and you had to say it turned you on a lot more than you had planned. There was something about him that was so powerful and strong and authoritative that it made you throb.

You let it slip you found it so hot when he was in leader mode. You could see the small proud smile on Namjoon's lips when he fucked you hard into the mattress later.

You quickly got undressed and stepped into the shower, cleaning your hair and washing your body as your conditioner sat in.

You used all the products you knew Namjoon would love and as you washed your body you let your mind drift to him

Your core was throbbing and you bit your lip.

It had been a while since you and Namjoon had been intimate. With both of you having busy schedules there wasn't much time for anything other than a quick fingering, or blow job.

You knew if you were this riled up from just thinking about him you wouldn't survive tonight. You wouldn't last two seconds with Namjoon in leader mode and you squeezed your legs together as the hot water fell on your body.

You looked around, knowing no one was home and Namjoon probably wouldn't be home for hours.

Of course he wouldn't want you touching yourself without him present but what he didn't know couldn't hurt him.

Right?

You softly fluttered your eyes closed as you imagined it was him in the shower with you. Big hands tracing down your neck and chest. His hard cock would be pressed against your back because he was always kind enough to let you face the hot water.

Your hands continued to venture downwards as you felt arousal pool in your stomach and between your thighs.

You finally brought your hand down to your slit and gathered the arousal there before circling your clit and letting out an obscene moan.

You knew you wouldn't last long so maybe it was a good thing you were taking care of it now.

You applied just the right amount of pressure and closed your eyes tighter. Imagining it was him, his strong firm hands circling you. He would have one arm around your middle holding you up as he played with your clit, he would alternate between slow and fast circles causing beautiful, sweet moans to fall from your mouth.

He would try to shut you up with a kiss as he would tease your clit harder and faster, pushing his erection into your back as you whine and thrash in his arms, desperate to cum.

In your mind's eye you can see it all, you can imagine so easily that it is his hands playing with you instead of your own.

Your body feels on fire and you feel on the cusp of your orgasm, your legs are starting to shake and the water starting to feel too much against your sensitive skin.

You are so lost in your fantasy you don't realize the bathroom door is opening. Namjoon was home early and he heard noises and decided to investigate.

He never imagined he would walk in on you, on this.

He had to say, he never thought his girl would be so naughty and do this without him.

A part of him loved it though

Because you both knew

Naughty girls get punished.

He could tell you were close. By the way you were gasping and whining and Namjoon bit the inside of his cheek to keep from grinning as his hands closed around the curtain and he pulled it.

You screamed

“Namjoon! I-Your home early!” You nearly shout as you stand there in your shame. You knew he caught you. You knew that you had been loud.

“What a pity. My girl couldn't control herself huh?” He asked folding his arms over his buff chest and staring you down.

You felt flushed under his unwavering gaze. The water still falling on your naked body and your orgasm slipping away.

“I-” You started but you quickly shut your mouth.

“Nothing to say huh?” He teases as you slowly turn off the water and he hands you the towel.

You keep your head down in shame as you dry yourself off, feeling your orgasm fade into nothing but frustration as you clench your legs together and stare at his feet.

“You were close weren't you?” He asks.

You don't bother to use your words instead you nod as he bites his lip.

“Naughty girl didn't bother waiting for Daddy to get home to fuck you right. Had to use your fingers to get the job done and couldn't even do that.” He says shaking his head.

You are left speechless at his words as he lets out a low dark chuckle, his hands coming up to card through his hair.

“I set up a surprise for you on the bed. Put it on. Everything on. I will meet you downstairs after I shower.” He says giving you a curt nod as a dismissal.

You take the hint and wrap the towel around your body as you exit the steamy bathroom. Your hands are shaking and your heart is racing as you approach the bed and you gasp at his surprise.

Gone is the navy dress.

Instead, it is replaced with a low-cut red dress. The straps are thin and delicate and the material feels soft under your fingertips.

You have never seen this dress before in your life and you bite your lip in embarrassment,

Namjoon bought this for you.

You see he has also laid out your jewelry for the night. Delicate gold earrings and a gold cuff that you knew came from your jewelry collection

The last item on the bed makes you gasp.

It is a pair of black panties.

Very special black panties

That vibrates against your clit and you have only worn once.

You spent the day wearing them to test them out with Namjoon. You lasted only four hours before you both had enough and Namjoon dragged you home and fucked you roughly against the front door.

You bit your lip at the memory.

You were really in for it now.

You quickly put everything on and quickly styled your hair in a way he would love. You left the remote on the bed where he could see it as you exited the bedroom and waited downstairs as he requested.

……………………….

The car ride to the restaurant was quiet.

Almost too quiet

Namjoon was wearing black slacks and a black button-up shirt. He had left the top three buttons undone and you had a sneaking suspicion that he did that for you.

He knew how much you loved his chest

A single silver chain hung from his neck and you tried not to stare but you couldn't help it.

He spent the car ride looking out the window not even acknowledging you as he took in the rainy city around him.

You reached over to him, slowly linking your fingers and you could see a faint smile on his face as you let out a sigh.

Soon enough the car was parked and you were ushered in quickly under a black umbrella.

The restaurant was warm and cozy but high-end as you saw tables upon tables with gold tablecloths and a huge chandelier hung overhead.

Namjoon slipped into his roll effortlessly, putting his hand on the small of your back as he brought you around, greeting people with smiles and nods, not bothering to linger with anyone too long as he made his rounds.

You eventually found your way to a table where Jungkook and Jimin were seated, they both looked handsome as they had their heads bent low and were speaking to each other.

Just as you were about to approach the table your knees nearly gave way as the panties started to vibrate against your core sending tingles up and down your legs and spine.

You clung to Namjoon as you stared up at him in shock, he showed no sign of anything being wrong, in fact, he was smiling at the two boys in front of him as he hauled you to the table.

You clenched your teeth together and tried to smile as everyone said their greetings. Namjoon's hand was still on the small of your back, his thumb rubbing comforting circles as he let you ride out this wave of vibrations.

They were small but powerful and the way the panties were positioned meant it was hitting that perfect spot right against your clit.

You wanted to flutter your eyes closed.

You wanted to moan.

But instead, you steeled yourself and tried your best to focus on the conversation in front of you as you felt your legs wobble.

Just as the boys looked up to greet you the vibrations stopped.

You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding.

This already felt like it was going to be a long night.

Soon enough it was announced that dinner would be served. You and Namjoon found your seats which ended up being near Jungkook and Jin and when you sat down to eat the vibrations started again.

You gasped and nearly dropped your water cup as the vibration pattern changed, this time it was short quick vibrations that had you reaching to Namjoon's thigh to squeeze the muscle, in a silent plea for him to stop.

You already felt so overstimulated by your interrupted orgasm earlier and the way this night was going you were sure you would cum without warning and embarrass yourself, and him.

You dug your nails into his slacks and felt your face heat up. The coil of pressure was beginning to tighten and you squeezed your legs together hoping to relieve some of the built-up tension.

You saw a hand wave in front of your face and looked to see Jungkook staring at you with a worried look.

Poor Jungkook with his big round eyes had no idea what was going on and why you were so out of it.

You cleared your throat to stop a moan from slipping from your mouth as Namjoon had not turned the damn thing off yet.

“Sorry Jungkook what were you saying?” You asked trying to keep your voice from shaking as the vibration pattern switched again to slow long vibrations which had you gritting your teeth.

“I asked how you have been. Joon said you have been so busy with work. Something about a big deadline coming up?” He asked innocently giving you a soft sweet smile which you would be happy to return if you weren't clenching your teeth and thighs together.

Right as you were about to respond the vibrations stopped and you let out a sigh of relief, your hand releasing Namjoon's thigh as you turned fully to talk to Jungkook.

He was sweet and patient with you, asking you tons of questions about work and your life as the food slowly started to come out on large silver plates.

It was all delicious and Namjoon let you eat in peace for the meal. His hands sometimes would wander to squeeze your knee, or dip higher which would cause your breath to hitch but overall you made it through without incident.

Once the plates were clear the bar was once again open and you found yourself standing at it with Taehyung, Namjoon, Jungkook and Yoongi.

The boys were chatting and you were scanning the crowd not paying attention to anyone in particular when you felt the vibrations again.

You gasped in surprise which caused Jungkook to look at you in concern.

“Y/N are you sure you're okay?” He asked as he stared you down with narrow eyes.

“Yes, I'm just…thirsty. Joon can you get me a drink.” You asked looking up sweetly at your boyfriend who was grinning down at you.

He could see you squirm and gasp every time he turned the thing on.

And he loved it.

“Of course pretty girl.” He said kissing your cheek and waving the bartender over.

He got you a glass of water which was slightly disappointing because you wanted some booze to get through this but you accepted it graciously. Sipping the drink you nearly had a coughing fit when the vibration pattern changed and you saw Namjoon smirk out of the corner of your eye.

It was getting hard to stand on your own two feet so you leaned against your boyfriend's strong body and let your eyes flutter closed. He pressed a soft kiss to your temple and returned to his conversation with Yoongi.

It was getting to be too much, the vibrations were too high and you felt your thighs wet with your slick. Your hands were shaking while holding the glass and you couldn't focus on the conversation around you.

Sweat was starting to form around your brow as you bit your lip to keep a moan from falling out. Your hand reached to grab his bicep and squeeze as you opened your eyes to give him a pleading look but you saw he was talking to some other people who joined the circle.

People who were dressed in impeccable suits

and looked important

and here you were trying not to cum standing up.

You dug your nails into the soft material of his shirt as you felt the vibrations get stronger.

You weren't going to make it

You were going to cum right here… right now

Your eyes were starting to roll in the back of your head, you were drenched in sweat and trying desperately to cover it up and play it cool.

Namjoon was so absorbed in conversation that he didn't notice the pleading looks you were giving him.

He probably forgot the damn thing was even still on.

You clenched your teeth as the coil of pressure got tighter and tighter.

It was too much

way too much

If you could say your safe word you would

You squeezed his arm roughly and he finally looked down at you and his eyes widened in alarm.

He never switched the panties off

fuck

You looked fucked out, you were sweating and slightly shaking and he fumbled in his pocket for the remote switching it off.

You shot him a shaky smile as you excused yourself to the bathroom, nearly fumbling over your own two feet as you tried to get away from him to compose yourself.

You pushed the bathroom door open and took several deep breaths. Your hands shaky against the cool countertop.

You pushed your hair back and stared at your reflection in the mirror.

You looked positively fucked out.

Another vibration sent you flinching but you realized it was from your phone and not the panties.

You fished it out and read the message.

Namjoonie: Color?

You: Now, green, before yellow..almost red

Namjoonie: I'm sorry baby I got distracted and didn't mean for it to be on that long

You: I could tell.

Namjoonie: Don't be a brat. You better not be touching yourself in there. You're already in enough trouble my greedy needy girl.

You: No Daddy. I'm not.

Namjoonie: I am sorry but you are still on punishment for being a slut who can't control herself. A couple more hours then we can go home okay?

You: Of course Joon.

Namjoonie: Color?

You: Green.

Namjoonie: We moved from the bar to a table near the front. Meet me whenever you are ready

You made your way over to him and gave him a small kiss on the cheek as you snuggled into his side. You once again weren't really paying attention to what they were chatting about as it was all business but a remark from a man in a gray suit caught your attention.

“I mean come on guys? How long can a boy band from Korea last? You guys are getting older, fans and fandom can be a fickle thing. I'm just saying maybe invest in us and we can make sure you have stable jobs when this is all over.”

Your jaw dropped as you looked up at your boyfriend who towered over this man. His hand clenched on your back and you felt the electricity in the room. His eyes were narrowed and his mouth was in a hard line. He shared a look with Yoongi, the same look you saw all those dinners ago. The cock of the eyebrow and Yoongi was calmly and politely putting this man in his place.

Namjoon stood tall taking small sips from his drink as he watched his hyung take care of it. He stared at the other man over the rim of his glass who had nodded in agreement the whole time his business partner was speaking.

Almost daring him to say anything about them or their fans.

Yoongi handled it perfectly and very polity told the man to mind his own business and fuck off. The man tried to back peddle and explain himself but the tick in Namjoon's jaw spoke for all of them as his excuses died on his tongue.

“Now if you'll excuse us we're going to go talk to someone else.” Yoongi finished as he walked away with Hobi and Taehyung next to him.

Namjoon shot the man a look that had him shrinking on the spot as he laced his fingers through yours and dragged you through the crowd.

The dominance that was radiating off of him was intoxicating and you thought he was going to lead you to the others but instead, he forcefully led you to the coat room hastily opened the door and shoved you both inside.

You gasped as he flicked on the light and threw you against one of the walls kissing you harshly. It was all teeth and tongue and his tall strong body pressed up against your smaller frame.

You whined against his lips as he slotted a leg between your thighs and you desperately grinded against it hoping this was your chance to finally cum after hours of teasing.

His hands tangled in your hair as he pushed his body into yours harder, he kissed you harshly as you moaned against his lips he swallowed the noises down. Your hand reached down to cup his aching erection and he hissed against your mouth.

“Fuck me Joon please fuck me. I'm so sorry I touched myself without you. Please Joon. Fuck. Please.” You were almost chanting as his thigh pressed against your wet core even harder as you ground against him.

“God baby your so desperate for me huh?” He mutters as his lips leave yours to trail kisses down your neck and jawline.

You nod frantically as your hands hold onto his strong shoulders for dear life as you whine and continue to grind against him.

He slows his kisses and you cry out in frustration as he looks at you, a small smile playing on his lips.

“You know, Jungkook was really worried about you tonight?” Namjoon said as he adjusted his clothes.

“When you raced off to the bathroom he pulled me aside and asked me if you were okay. He thought you were acting…strange tonight.” Namjoon teased as you blushed.

“Well, he kind of scolded me because according to him you were unwell and I wasn't paying attention. So I told him the real reason why you were acting so…unwell.”

You gasped

Jungkook knew?

“What did he say?” You asked slowly, fingers coming up to adjust one of the straps of your dress which had fallen.

“Well, he admitted he thought it was hot. And he wanted in on it,” he said with a bite of his lip and a cock of his eyebrow.

“Wait what does that mean?” You ask feeling arousal shoot through your body.

“Meaning I passed him the remote. He will have it for the rest of the night. And if you can be a good girl and behave yourself and not cum all over the floor, well I offered him to join us.” Namjoon said with a satisfied grin.

You were speechless. Absolutely speechless as Namjoon stared at you, suddenly the space feels too small and too hot as you take in his words.

Jungkook to join you?

You had to admit the dirty fantasies that had popped into your head were enough to make you shiver.

“Thought you'd like that. My girl can't get enough cock so I figured I'd let you have two,” he says as he brushes past you and opens the door to the coatroom letting you exit first in a complete daze.

.........................

The rest of the night passed quickly. Namjoon didn't want to stay long after the coatroom incident and you had a feeling it was because he liked the idea of Jungkook joining as much as you did.

You had to admit Jungkook was not as torturous with the remote as your boyfriend was.

He would surprise you with quick bursts before turning the thing off which had you glaring at him. He kept pleasure just out of reach which made you even more frustrated.

By the time you were ready to leave you felt like even one single touch could have you cuming. You hastily put your coat on and you heard Jungkook snicker beside you. You shot him a dirty look but immediately regretted it as he flicked the panties on again causing you to wobble and grab a chair for support.

“Ready to go love?” Namjoon asks as he eyes Jungkook who is grinning like a menace and smirks as he waves goodbye to some people and drags you out to the car.

The air is damp after the rain and the three of you pile into the backseat.

You are stuck in the middle of these two ridiculously hot men in the backseat of the car. Their legs are spread which means both of their knees are touching yours and caging you in. Worst of all Jungkook hasn't turned the panties off yet.

Namjoon loops an arm around your back and plays with the small hairs at the nape of your neck as you shoot Jungkook death glares.

The pleasure is starting to build in your stomach and you let out a small whine as you bury your face in Namjoon's shoulder.

Jungkook finally pulls his eyes away from the window to stare at you, how desperate you look. How you are rutting your hips up and trying to stifle your moans. Honestly, it felt like a dream when Namjoon invited him to join him tonight and he wanted to enjoy it as much as possible.

You were starting to lose control once again and you pulled your face away from Namjoon's shoulder to stare at Jungkook who looked at you with a small smirk on his face.

Just as you were about to open your mouth and plead with him to stop, or to touch you, the car stopped outside the house and Namjoon shot you both a look as Jungkook reached into his pocket and handed the remote back to Namjoon

Leaving the damn thing still on and vibrating.

“Okay I can't. If you don't turn it off you'll have to carry me to the door. I'm serious.” You plead out as both men grin and Namjoon shuts it off.

You sigh once again as you make your way out of the car and into the house. Kicking off your uncomfortable heels and sitting on the couch hanging your head in exhaustion.

“How are you feeling baby?” Namjoon asks coming over to the couch to sit next to you, his arms wrapping around you and comforting you.

“So overstimulated I …just. Please. I just need a minute.” You explain breathless as you bury your face in his chest and feel the couch dip next to you as Jungkook also takes a seat.

“Such a good girl for me. Baby, you did such a good job tonight.” He praises you as his hand sweeps your hair from your neck and he starts to give your skin slow soft kisses.

You want to cry out as just that motion has your legs clenching together, which he takes note of.

“So sensitive baby.” He teases as you bring a hand up to fist into his shirt.

“All your fault.” You mumble as a hand that does not belong to your boyfriend is suddenly resting on your bare thigh.

“I'm sorry. I don't think I heard you correctly Princess. Who's fault is it?” Namjoon challenges as you pull your face from his chest and stare down at the tattooed hand that is slowly crawling its way up your thigh.

“Mine.” You whisper as you can't tear your eyes away from Jungkook's hand.

“And why is it your fault? Want to explain to our guest why I made you wear those panties tonight.”

You swallow hard.

“Cause I was bad and touched myself in the shower without your permission.” You mumble.

“Shit Hyung torturing her like that because she touched herself. Your…well…wow” Jungkook replies clearly impressed as his hand climbs higher and is now resting just below the hem of your dress.

Namjoon chuckles darkly beside you.

“Kook. My princess was bad and needs to be punished. I'm thinking I'll let her suck you off and let you fuck her. You are allowed to cum. She is not.”

You gasp and feel wetness coat your thighs.

“She will only cum on my cock. Understand.” Namjoon says as he stands up and heads to the mini-bar, pouring himself a drink and grabbing a chair from the kitchen, setting it a couple of feet away and sitting on it.

Even though he is letting Jungkook have his fun with you his dominant energy is radiating through the room causing you to shiver under his heated gaze.

“Go ahead, princess. He's all yours. Show him you can be a good girl.” Namjoon directs as you turn to look and Jungkook and see his eyes are blown wide and his tongue is darting out to lick at his lips.

Jungkook leans in close and kisses you. His lips are soft and warm against yours and you melt into his touch. His hands wrap around you as he deepens the kiss and you whine against his mouth.

Jungkook laces his hands through your hair as his tongue darts out to lick at the seam of your lips. You moan against him as you boldly climb on his lap. You hear him groan in satisfaction as you spread your legs and sit on his clothed cock.

Which is hard and thick against your core.

You want to hurry this along so you pull away from his lips and begin to pepper kisses down his neck and collarbones. He throws his head back and bucks his hips against your core.

You can feel him so hard under you and it just eggs you on to do more so you begin to suck on his neck which had his hands flying to your backside to massage the flesh.

You scoot back and pull his shirt over his head and are met with miles of toned skin and a whole tattoo sleeve which you could stare at for a lifetime.

His hair is sticking up in all directions and his cheeks are flushed as you slowly grind your core against his cock and pepper more kisses down his neck and chest.

His chest is heaving as your lips connect with the toned skin and you suddenly let out a gasp as panties vibrate again.

This time Jungkook can feel them vibrating against his clothed cock and pretty moans spill from both your mouths as you whip your head around to stare at Namjoon.

Who is sitting on the chair with his legs spread wide, the material of his dress pants taut under his thigh muscles as he grins at you.

“Keep going love you looked like you were enjoying yourself.” He says darkly raising his glass in a toast to you as he brings it to his lips and drinks the dark liquid.

You shiver under his gaze as you turn to Jungkook who is jutting his hips up to meet yours in absolute desperation.

You scoot back and run your hands over his clothed cock. His eyes flutter closed at your touches and when you reach for his belt he gasps.

You quickly undo his pants and slide to the floor as he stands up to rid himself of them and let his cock spring free.

It is long and veiny and it makes your mouth water as you take him in your hand. The skin is soft but hot under your palm as you slowly stroke him up and down.

Just as you are about to take him in your mouth the vibrations in your panties stop and you give kitten licks to the head of his cock.

Jungkook is groaning above you as his hands collect your hair to pull it back as you take the head of his cock into your mouth.

It fills your mouth perfectly as you get used to his salty taste. You slowly begin to bob your head focusing on flicking your tongue and gathering as much spit as you can.

Jungkook is a mess of moans above you and you whine against him as you take him deeper and deeper.

Your hand is working in tandem with your mouth and Jungkook is softly jutting his hips to get you to take him deeper. His hands are a tangled mess in your hair and when he pulls slightly a filthy moan falls from your lips which sends vibrations up his shaft.

You bring one hand up to fondle his balls and he pushes you away sharply.

You pull off with a gasp as you look up at him, his chest is flushed pink and his eyes are dark and blown wide. He stares down at you in awe and you grin up at him.

“Fuck Joon she's so good at that.” He says, eyes flicking to your boyfriend who is still sitting on the chair watching.

You turn around to see Namjoon palming his cock with his large fingers through his slacks and your stomach flips in anticipation.

“Please let me fuck her Joon. Please.” Jungkook begs and Namjoon offers him a curt nod as you stand up and wait for instruction.

Jungkook grabs a condom from Namjoon and rolls it on his throbbing length.

“Where do you want me Kook?” You ask as you slowly bring the straps of your dress down and let it pool by your ankles.

Both men are staring at you unmoving as you step out of the cloth and pick it up to drape it over the back of the couch.

You bring a hand down to your panties and stare at Namjoon waiting for instruction.

Namjoon offers you the same nod he did to Jungkook and you slowly pull the fabric down your legs and kick it over to Namjoon where it falls at his feet.

He shakes his head and smirks at you as you make your way over to Jungkook who seems to be frozen in place. His eyes darting from your breasts to your thighs to your pussy.

He doesn't seem to know where to look.

You run a hand down his bare chest and look up at him.

“Where do you want me Kook?” You repeat as he lets out a shaky breath and runs a hand through his messed-up hair.

“Fuck Namjoon you get her all time. You are so lucky.” He says as he grabs your waist and directs you over to the couch.

He has you lie down as he kneels between your legs. Instinctively you raise your legs so they are on his shoulders and his eyes widen as he stares at Namjoon in shock.

“She's very well trained,” Namjoon replies as you blush deeply.

“Should I? Do you want prep?” Jungkook asks as he stares down at you. His hands coming to rub down your tits and stomach

“She couldn't keep her hands to herself. We teased her all night. She's probably soaked. No prep.” Namjoon answers for you as you bite your lip.

Jungkook teases your hole with the tip of his cock and you whine out at the contact. Your whole body feels high strung and you worry that the second he enters you you'll come all over his cock.

Jungkook slowly eases himself in and you whine and arch your body up to meet his as his length stretches you out.

Once you are impaled on his cock you try to breathe and relax. Jungkook was not as big as Namjoon but without prep, it was still a stretch and you could feel yourself clench around him as he kneeled above you.

The burn is starting to subside as Jungkook begins to move slowly inside you, shallow thrusts to get you used to his length.

Your body is shaking under him as he looks down at you, chains dangling in your face as he begins to pick up the pace and fuck you harder.

“She likes it rough Kook don't worry about being gentle,” Namjoon instructs as you catch a quick smirk form on Jungkook's face before he straightens up and pounds into you.

The breath is taken from your lungs as he starts to thrust into you with more force. His hands are in a vice-like grip on your ankles keeping them in place on his shoulders as he pounds into you.

You are moaning and thrashing under him as you feel the head of his cock hit that spot inside of you that makes you see stars.

He is groaning above you and you are keeping your eyes closed trying to subside the pleasure that is building inside of you.

“Look at him princess. No cheating.” Namjoon calls out to you as you open your eyes and are met with an absolute vision on top of you.

Jungkook's hair is plastered to his forehead and sweat is dripping down his brow as he rails you with reckless abandon. His lip is trapped between his teeth and his muscles are clenching as he chases his high.

You grab his shoulders and force his body closer to yours which causes him to hit deeper inside of you and a broken moan to fall from your mouth.

The coil of pleasure is getting tighter inside of you and you are almost sobbing from overstimulation as Jungkook is starting to pound harder.

The sound of slapping skin is getting louder as you claw at his back to keep yourself grounded. Your eyes are fluttering as you are having a hard time keeping them open with how well he is making you feel.

You are desperate to keep your high at bay as his thrust becomes sloppy and you know he is close.

You clench around him, wanting to tip him over the edge as quickly as possible as Jungkook is panting above you.

“God this pussy, so tight, so good. F-fuck F-f-fuck.” He groans out as he chases his high and his eyes widen as he locks them with Namjoon.

“Yes, you can cum inside Kook. She loves it.” Namjoon says calmly as his words alone cause you to clench again and he thrusts a couple more times before his cock is unloading in the condom.

You bury your face in his bare chest as you let him chase his high. You clench everything together to keep a tight seal for him but also so you don't lose it yourself.

When Jungkook finally comes down from his high he slowly releases your legs and you sigh as you feel the blood flow start to return to them.

He pulls out slowly and flops on the couch, hair a mess and breathing heavily.

You whine and look over at Namjoon who at one point took his pants off and was stroking his large cock slowly.

“Fuck Joon please.” You beg out not caring how desperate you sound.

“She's such a slut huh Kook. You just fucked her and she wants more. Can't get enough cock.”

Jungkook lets out a mumble of incoherent words as he gets up from the couch to move to the floor.

Namjoon stands up and pulls his pants fully off his legs stepping out of them with ease. Your mouth is watering as he stalks over to you, cock hard and bobbing against his stomach.

You suck in a breath as he sits down next to you and pats his thigh. He wants you to ride him, his favorite position.

“Figured we would give Jungkook a good show. I know he likes my thighs as much as you do.” Namjoon teases which causes Jungkook to make an embarrassed noise on the floor as you straddle him and his hands come to your waist.

“You did so well for me pretty girl. So good for Daddy. Gonna make yourself cum without my permission again?” He asks as he grabs the base of his cock and teases it through your soaked folds.

You shake your head and he laughs.

“Be a good baby and take daddy's cock huh?” he asks and with one swift movement, he grabs your hips and lifts you so you are impaled on his throbbing length.

You squeeze your eyes shut and whine at the stretch. Sure you just got fucked by Jungkook but Namjoon's cock had more girth and he stretched you out deliciously.

“Baby girl, how are you still so fucking tight after Jungkook fucked you?” He asks as he stares you down with an intense gaze that has you mesmerized.

“Fuck shit Joon it feels so good.” You whine out as you grip his shoulders hoping your body will relax soon.

“You can take it, baby. You always take it so well. Come on now. Fuck yourself on my cock. Show Jungkook how good of a girl you can be.” He asks as you clench around him involuntarily.

“Ah, so you like that. You like my maknae watching you whore yourself out.”

You throb under his words and slowly you fuck yourself on his cock. Your hands stay on his shoulders as you ride him.

Your body is tight with pleasure and you know you aren't going to last long as Namjoon thrusts up to meet you.

His cock is hot inside you and you love the feeling of his bare cock against your insides.

He can tell you are desperate as his grip tightens on your hips and he takes over, thrusting up inside you hitting your g spot with each slide of his cock inside your wet walls.

You close your eyes tight as you feel your orgasm approach at lightning speed. You are so overstimulated and so tired from the night's activities that you can hardly hold yourself up as Namjoon thrusts into you harder.

You are whining and moaning against the damp skin of his neck, you aren't even sure what you are saying anymore as you chase your high. You can feel your body getting hotter and tighter and you start to involuntary clench around him.

“Hold it, baby girl. Hold it. Let me cum first then you can cum.” Namjoon instructs out as you pull back from him eyes widening in shock.

He dips his head to flick his tongue over your nipple which has you arching your back and whining.

“Close… Close please Namjoon fuck please.” You cry out.

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Jungkook on the floor now in his boxers as he inches closer to you both to get a better look.

Just that fact alone has you clenching around your boyfriend again.

“I said hold it,” Namjoon demands as his hands grip your hips impossibly tight as he fucks into you. Letting deep grunts slip past his lips.

“Joon I can't. Please daddy I can't. I'm gonna cum. You-You gotta cum. Please, Daddy.” You wail as he chases his high and you are a moaning mess above him.

“Close baby girl so close that you can cum Kay.” He says breathlessly as his thrusts get harder and you are sure you can feel him in your stomach at this point.

You look down to see a slight bulge as he fucks into you and you snake a hand between your sweaty body to feel it pulsing inside of you.

Namjoon looks down at your small hand pressing against his cock head which is thrusting in and out of you at an alarming pace and he loses it.

He cums hard and deep inside you, panting your walls with his cum as you groan and whine at the feeling. His cock is still throbbing inside of you and you are so overstimulated that you are begging and crying above him as you try to hold off for as long as you can.

You want to be good for him.

Namjoon stills inside of you and you cry out at the loss of friction as you feel like you are teetering on the edge. You grit your teeth as tears fall from your eyes. Your body is a live wire ready to explode at the slightest touch and you are so overstimulated it is starting to hurt.

“Joon. Please. Fuck. I'll do anything. Please Daddy make me cum. Please let me cum around your cock.” You beg, lacing your hands through his hair and forcing him to look at the desperation on your face.

“Will you be good and not disobey me again?” He asks

“Please Daddy fuck I'll always be good for you please.” You cry out tears slipping down your cheeks.

Namjoon slowly starts to thrust back up into you pushing his cum deeper inside as you bury your head in his neck and chase your high.

His hand comes down between your sweaty bodies and he finds your clit with ease a couple of fast circles have you cumming around him

Your body shudders as you bite the skin on his shoulder as you throb around his length which is still buried inside you.

Your orgasm takes you over as you shut your eyes and let broken whines and moans spill from your mouth as you feel it down to your toes. You bury your face further into Namjoon's shoulder as you chant his name as you ride out your high.

Namjoon slows his thrusts as he lets you ride it out. You are chanting thank yous as you sob above him. The sensation of you finally getting to cum overtaking you.

Once your orgasm dies down you look up at Namjoon who is staring at you with so much affection in his eyes it makes your heart swell.

“You with us baby girl?” He asks as you chuckle and run a hand through your sweaty hair pushing it back from your face.

“Yeah I-Fuck.” You say as you slowly raise yourself to let his cock slip out of you.

You look at Jungkook who is still on the floor looking up at the both of you in amazement and you chuckle.

“Enjoy the show, Kook?” You ask as you untangle yourself from your boyfriend and stare down at the boy on the floor.

“God you both are so hot. Like what the fuck?” He teases as you all laugh.

“Come on I think we need a shower.” Namjoon decides as he raises himself and wraps his arms around you as he slowly lifts you from the couch and carries you in his arms.

That's the thing about Namjoon, he can fuck you rough and make you cum but he can also be the kindest more considerate person.

You feel admiration for him flow through you.

“Well, I guess I should go,” Jungkook says getting up from the floor himself as Namjoon turns to face the younger boy.

“Jungkook it's almost midnight. You're gonna shower and spend the night here. I'm not sending you away.”

Jungkook smiles shyly at you both.

“You sure? I don't want to impose.” He asks softly.

“Impose? Jungkook I invited you to fuck my girl. Were past the stage of imposing now come on.” Namjoon says as Jungkook's smile widens and he follows you and Namjoon to the bathroom.

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What if... the CEOs were Hybrids? part two | BTS OT7 au

This chapter was made possible by @oknymz / @shadowofahope 💜💜💜💜 five minutes to spare, I made the deadline 🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽 11K words

Trigger warnings: swearing, possessive/obsessive behaviour, mentions of violence, alcohol, usual hybrid trope things

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Playlist : Dandelions - Ruth B, Can’t Help Falling in Love - Kina Grannis

Hybrids: KNJ - Wolf, KSJ - Bear, MYG - Panther, JHS - Lion, PJM - Arctic fox, KTH - Tiger, JJK - Bunny.

“They’re behind here I’m telling you,” Yoongi growls, staring a hole in the door to supply closet b, the only room that was locked.

They had been running around like fools in search of you, almost becoming feral with desperation.

Hoseok knocks on the door lightly, the taps not matching the fire in his eyes or the way his nostrils flared. It was faint, but your smell was here.

They hear the lock click, the door opening to reveal a smug sleepy Jungkook at the door, but that’s not what their gaze focuses on. There you are on the floor in Taehyung’s lap, sleeping in his arms. Jimin was asleep in hybrid form on your thigh, his little foxy face smushed against you. The tiger hybrid asleep with his back against the wall, holding on to you.

It’s a soft sight, it even melted their anger a smidge, having to force their jaws to remain clenched.

“Bunny was really tired,” Jungkook yawns. “She couldn’t sleep last night.”

“You three are dead,” Yoongi’s throat rumbles, his voice low not to reach your ears, but it reaches Jimin and Taehyung, their ears twitching to the sound, the threat rousing them from their slumber. 

Jungkook’s instincts want him to fight or flight, but he stands his ground.

“We kept her away from the other employees, and we kept her safe,” Jungkook bites back, doe eyes turning stern as he lectures his hyung, a predator hybrid. “We didn’t take advantage of her, what’s the problem?”

Hoseok scoffs in disbelief, his tail agitated behind him, he doesn’t miss the accusation in the bunny’s tone. They weren’t going to be disrespected for making what they thought was the best decision, even if what Jungkook was hinting at held any weight. 

“Ya locking her in a store room with three hormonal hybrids isn’t taking advantage of her?” Jin half whispers, half yells, eyes wide with exasperation, the sight would be hilarious under different circumstances. 

“It's better than locking her in an office with four feral predators,” Jungkook seethes, eyes narrowing. The hypocrisy was unreal, he could smell the lingering scent of their horniness, even though it was masked by the desperation and fear their mate had disappeared.  

“Ya Namjoon why aren't you saying any-” Jin’s voice gets caught in his throat as they all turn to the lead CEO. The wolf had his eyes dead set on the scene, his eyes blank of emotion, the sight has them all tensing, having seen this look before. 

“Namjoon,” Yoongi calls for him delicately, trying to reach into the hole of thoughts he knew the wolf was burying himself in and pull him out. 

Something snaps in him, his cheeks sucked in as a breath of angry air exhales from his nostrils. The tension can be felt heavily in the air, masked previously by their own emotions. Taehyung and Jimin, now fully awake by the sixth sense of an approaching storm, watch their alpha with fear creeping into their veins. The tiger holds you closer, ready to protect you from the oncoming danger, although in his sound mind he knows he’s going to be on the receiving end.

“Wake her up,” Namjoon’s voice is heavy, the command low and guttural, and each of their backs straighten to attention. “Seokjin hyung take her home, you three, in my office. Now.”

Any correction of ‘their’ office died in their throats as the wolf hybrid stormed away. They all release a breath they didn’t know they were holding, trying to downplay the goosebumps that made them shudder at the energy he left in his wake. 

“Like I said,” Yoongi gulped, recovering from the menacing aura, trying to return to his stern demeanour, “you three are dead.”

—

The three of them stood with their heads low in submission in front of Namjoon’s desk, his eyes boring into them with so much heat they could feel themselves start to sweat. Hoseok and Yoongi were listening from outside, not willing to admit they were too afraid to go in. 

“Did you tell her?” The deathly tone of his voice made them want to run, but they were frozen by the red eyes of their alpha.

“N-no we didn’t,” Jimin stuttered, knowing he needed to answer out of respect.

“She wondered why we were all scenting her, but she didn’t figure it out,” Jungkook explains, his little tail quivering behind him.

“Jungkook covered it,” Taehyung says, trying to placate the angry alpha.

“What did you tell her?” He stares down the bunny hybrid like the barrel of a gun ready to fire.

“I told her she was part of the pack,” Jungkook gulped. “Our hybrids recognised her as a packmate even though she’s human. That’s all.”

Namjoon nods, pacing behind his desk in thought. They were going to choke from the pheromones in the room. The wolf hybrid was emitting heavy miasmatic rage and the maknaes' knees were seconds away from giving out from the weight. 

“She fell asleep in our arms Hyung,” Jungkook admits quietly against his better judgement, knowing that the lead CEO was in no state of mind to listen to reason but he still had to try, “that means she trusts us, she feels something for us.”

“She's human!” He seethes back, making Taehyung jump, “it means she was tired.”

They can’t find their voices to argue, letting the room fall back to that poisonous state of silence as they awaited the Alpha’s punishment of choice.

“The three of you are suspended for a week.”

The shock hit them like a slap, they were expecting a bigger workload, something that meant they couldn’t see you as much, not this. Not being able to see you at all, for a whole week?

“Hyung-”

“Argue with me and I’ll make it two.”

His foot was down and not budging an inch, they could see it in the way his jaw was set. As much as they wanted to complain they swallowed it down, a week without you was torment enough, they wouldn’t be able to handle two.

—

The air in the car is stifling… Jin was oblivious to it, or so you thought but it was obvious with the way your entire body was running like you had a fever from the embarrassment of waking up to six of your bosses staring at you! While you were in the arms of one of them! You couldn’t control the impulse, you buried your head in your hands and groaned. There were ice caps in the arctic melting because of the heat from your cheeks alone! 

Jin tries not to, but he chuckles at your actions, trying to look nonchalant as he drives but you hear his little breaths of laughter, whining into your palms. 

“If I call in sick tomorrow will you cover for me?” You ask the bear hybrid, your hands coming away from your face as you stare at him seriously. He was already having such trouble stifling his laughter, but the look on your face as you tried to conspire with him made him burst. 

“Jin it's not funny,” you grumble, pouting over your predicament. 

“Honey you don’t have to be embarrassed,” he says fondly, smiling as he steers onto your road. 

Your stupid heart flutters at the term of endearment he introduced today, you couldn’t help thinking it sounded like you were a couple. As quickly as your heart swelled, it sank. You were just an employee, how many times did you have to tell yourself that?

You cough weakly into your hand, his eyes snap to you as if you’d grown a third head.

“Oh no,” you say dramatically, obviously faking, the back of your hand placed delicately to your forehead for good measure. “I must be coming down with something *cough* maybe I won’t be able to make it into work tomorrow.”

Jin sighs, for a second he believed you, the worry in his chest had his senses set to panic. You frown when he doesn’t smile at your joke, not a hint of it left from earlier, instead he's releasing a breath as if he had been holding onto it.

“Beautiful girl,” he sighs, his tone slightly berating you. “Don’t ever joke about things like that.”

After a day like today, with their mate smelling the way she did, the need to take you home, look after you, shower you with love, protect you from everything in their nest was overwhelming. Fear ran riot inside of them when you were ‘missing’, it was the worst prank those maknaes could play on them, and now a joke from your own lips about your health made his hybrid feel a sadness he couldn’t quite explain. It was mixed with the essence of failure, like if you got unwell, it would be his fault. 

“Jin?” You call him out of his thoughts, his eyes swim with so much emotion as he looks at you, really looks at you. Your frown melts into surprise, not expecting to be attacked with that expression on his face. “Umm… Thanks for the ride.”

You try to smile but it's a nervous sight, you know he can hear your heart pounding, and you needed to save yourself from some embarrassment today at least. 

“You really didn’t have to…” You open the car door, ready to make your escape. You wished you fought back harder, but he was adamant about dropping you home, the hell was he going to risk any hybrid on the streets smelling you. 

“See you tomorrow Y/n,” he says when you step out of the car. The corner of his lips turn upward in an attempt to return your smile, but it doesn’t reach the sorrow in his eyes. You normally hate when they refer to you by name, they only did so when others were around, or when you were in trouble, but this didn’t feel like that. He said your name with so much weight you couldn’t understand it, only staring at him again in shock. 

You recover a moment later, brows furrowing in thought as you close the door. He watches you enter your apartment building, leaning onto the passenger side of the car to watch the light come on in your complex. You were home, you were safe, he felt himself breathe a little in relief. 

You weren’t theirs. The thought had been repeating itself in his head since you called his name minutes ago. As much as they loved you, wanted you, the facts were irrefutable. You weren’t theirs. He sighs deeply before pulling away, a silent drive back to their mansion to dwell on his thoughts. 

—

There was a weight pulling you down in the office this morning. Your thoughts evidently elsewhere, that was clear to see on your face. Every few seconds you would catch yourself drifting before trying to shake yourself out of it, trying to focus on your work but you couldn’t. The guilt was eating you alive. 

“Kim depyunim looks as pissed today as he did yesterday,” you can hear one of your co-workers gossiping. 

“Wonder what's got him so stressed out?”

You could haphazard a guess. You fight down the groan that makes its way up your throat. Maybe he thinks you’re trying to seduce them, after yesterday's scene, you’re so sure you’ve disappointed him. He wasn’t there when you woke up, he must’ve walked off fuming at the sight of you cuddling up to his packmates. But then… Jungkook said they saw you as one of the pack so why… unless, you hadn’t been accepted by their alpha yet, and now you’re sure you won’t. You fucked up, you fucked up so bad by taking their friendship for granted, they were your employers, why did you forget that fact so easily?

“Earth to Y/n,” Yeri waves her hand in front of you face, the turtle hybrid had been talking to you for the last minute only to realise you had been spaced out.

“Huh- Oh sorry, what were you saying?” 

She frowns at you, handing you the file for today's meeting while wondering what was going on with you. The second the file is in your hands your heart sinks, you hadn’t forgotten about it, oh no, quite the opposite. The entire evening you were thinking about it, the fact you would have to face your bosses at this meeting after yesterday's events. 

It plagued you so bad it gave you nightmares, every hour you woke up after scenes of Namjoon yelling at you, or Yoongi refusing to speak to you. Hobi didn’t even look at you even though you begged him to with tears in your eyes. You know they were only dreams, they weren’t real, and yet they felt so believable that even now when you were awake you held some sorrow over them, as if they really did happen. 

“Are you okay running the meeting, you don’t look great…” she comments, braced for you to faint or something. 

Here it was, an opportunity for someone to take over, for you to run home and hide. But as much as you were terrified of their reaction to you, you worked so hard preparing for this meeting, your team was relying on you, and so were the CEOs. You had to deliver it, you had to show them you were worth working here. And plus, you fixed the problem anyway…

Yeri watches your face fall into a despondent state, were you okay? It was almost as if you were in mourning or something, and she felt too awkward to ask any further questions. What was wrong with you?

You only nod in reply, walking away from her in thought as you make your way to the meeting room. As always you were thirty minutes early, the room was empty as it normally was. You weren’t as efficient as you normally would be, your pace slow as you organised your material, set the room up to your liking. You didn’t even acknowledge when your colleagues made their way in and sat in their designated seats, but you felt it when they did. You back went up, a sixth sense you couldn’t explain when Namjoon stepped through the door, followed by 3 other CEOs. You didn’t make eye contact, you didn’t turn their way or greet them when your coworkers stood and bowed, you pretended as if you didn’t know they were here. But you knew they could hear your heart running like it needed to escape, your heavier breathing as you tried to calm down. 

Yoongi can smell the anxiety, your back was to them as you sorted out the computer and projector, but he could see how tense you were. He glances at their company founder, who almost glared at you before swallowing down whatever thoughts he was having, pretending you didn’t exist. Sometimes the other CEOs wanted to get a chisel and hammer, and crack open that skull and see what the hell was going on in that head of his. 

The lights dim before the presentation begins. You’re grateful for the darkness, thinking it would hide their faces from you, but when you turn around you realise it only enhances their intimidating demeanour. You felt like prey in the middle of a hunt, their eyes glistened in the low lights, and you knew they could see you better than you could them. The thought has a flood of vulnerability rush through your spine and chest, only increasing your growing anxiety like a tsunami. You take a deep breath before you begin. 

Hobi’s gaze doesn’t miss the way your hands were shaking as you grip onto your notes for the meeting, the way you cleared your throat before you spoke. Under normal circumstances your presentations were captivating, you held the room, but today you didn’t even smile. All he wanted to do was wrap you protectively in his arms, rewind to yesterday when you were enjoying each other's company.

He sighs, Jin and Yoongi glancing at him briefly inquisitively, but of course they knew the thoughts that plagued Hoseok’s mind. They knew the maknaes weren’t being malicious in their revenge plot, they would never have ill intentions towards your wellbeing. The hyungs knew the youngest three were making a valid point in their demonstration yesterday, but the problem was they never thought it through, they never thought of or understood the consequences, the fallout, the way the older CEOs did. They could already feel your distance as you questioned yesterday’s events, your little brain working on overdrive, analysing everything.

Part of the lion hybrid wished Namjoon didn’t ban the cubs from the building during their suspension, they were so much better at keeping you close. He’s so deep in his thoughts, so busy absentmindedly watching your every move that he misses most of the meeting agenda, looking blank when the lights turn on and everyone’s eyes turn to the CEOs in the room. Thankfully Namjoon takes over.

“Good presentation Miss L/n,” he doesn’t look your way when he speaks, and it cuts you, you hated empty praise, you hated it when he used your last name, even in front of everyone. “I want team B to follow up on revenue, team A can hand over the files.”

“Well done for laying down the foundation for this contract team A,” Yoongi agrees, his eyes on you only, the praise directed at you even he said it to your whole group. 

“Y/n you’ve got the best deal again,” Jin says fondly, smiling at you, hoping you’d return it. You bow politely at them instead as people gather their papers, ready to leave. The CEOs try to hang back, knowing you would clear your notes and linger behind to do so without distraction. Hoseok reads the material of what he missed, Yoongi pretends to small talk with Jin while they keep glancing your way. Namjoon answered questions from the floor managers, actually wanting to escape quickly but he was stuck listening to this imbecile. 

“Should we stay late tonight to go over the material for the handover?” Alex asks you with a grin. Four pairs of ears instinctively lock onto the conversation, even the wolf’s. 

“I can’t, sorry, I have a date,” you say bluntly, loud enough for them to hear, a tight lipped smile on your face. The hybrids reel back with shock, like you were intentionally trying to hurt them, but how could you? You didn’t know how they felt. 

The whole meeting you could feel their gazes on you, more than just listening to the meeting. Their eyes had been interrogating, or it felt like it at least, so you said it to quell any ill intentions they might think you have, that you were another one of those employees who were desperate to seduce them. The second the words were out you regretted everything; saying yes to that stupid blind date, coming to work at all, and everything that happened yesterday. 

“Excuse me,” you can’t even force a smile as you exit, your heart pounding in your chest when you feel their eyes pierce you, unable to handle it. 

—

“A date? A fucking date!” Yoongi uncharacteristically yells at the other three in the office, Hoseok and Jin leaning on the walls behind their respective desks, both appearing despondent staring at the floor, Namjoon pretending to read the files in front of him, ignoring them. “How can she go on a date when yesterday we-”

He sighs exasperated as his fingers comb through his hair in frustration, one hand on his hip as he shakes his head. Yoongi never raises his voice like this. He got angry yes, but his rage was always cool and calm, unless of course it regarded you. How could you flaunt this in front of them when yesterday you were bonding, scenting, SLEEPING with them? Why were humans so dense? He was so sure deep inside of himself you returned their feelings, but now, he was losing hope you did at all. 

“Namjoon stop pretending to read we can smell the burning pot you’re trying to put a lid on,” Seokjin reprimands him, trying to contain his own fury at the CEO, partly blaming him for your sudden interest in dating. In all the years they’ve known you, not once have you been with someone else, they would have smelt it on you if you had, so why now? Why were you pushing them away after yesterday? As much as they wanted to pry open Namjoon’s skull, he wanted to read your mind more.

“It's her choice to-”

“She doesn’t know we’re an option because you wouldn’t let us court her,” Yoongi spits, tail agitated behind him as his pupils almost turn into slits. 

The wolf hybrid has to force his jaw shut to not bear his teeth at his packmate's aggression, his eyes glinting red as they stare the panther hybrid down.

Hoseok scoffs at their behaviour, at the situation.

“Good thing the maknaes aren’t here,” he thinks out loud. They would have lost it, plotted some game or plan to stop you, but maybe that was what they needed. As diabolical as it sounded, every bone in his body wanted to stop you. “Should we tell them?”

“It’s none of their business,” Namjoon snaps, his nose flaring. “It’s none of our business, she’s our employee, she’s allowed to date whoever she wants. Her private life is just that, we don’t get involved.”

He stares each of them down, the pot reaching boiling point. Each of them deflate into submission, even Yoongi, his shoulders sinking, his gaze falling to the floor. Their alpha’s pheromones were strong in presenting his wrath, but it couldn’t hide the scent of misery and ache.  

Yoongi walks up to his desk, his head still bowed but the adrenaline in Namjoon’s system still had his back up as he watched the panther wearily. His best friend can barely look him in the eye, not out of respect for their pack leader, but because for the first time in his life, their alpha let them down. Namjoon swallows down his own sorrow, his own regret that’s caused this rift between them. 

“Our mate is going to let another man court her,” Yoongi explains solemnly so every word is heard and understood. “Another person is going to put their hands on her, we’re going to smell him on her. Why are you pretending that's okay?

You love her just as much as I do.”

He doesn’t wait for a response, storming out of the office before his rage built again and he ended up punching the wolf for his stubborn stupidity.

—

You could cancel, would that quell the growing anxiety inside of you? But the whole point of this date was to move on from this unrequited infatuation with them that was boarding on pathetic. You’re sure Namjoon’s caught on, why else would he look at you like that during the meeting? He must be so disgusted and disappointed in you. 

Jimin, Tae and Kookie would tell you what was going on inside their alpha’s head, they didn’t hide things from you, you could actually call them your friends. What if this whole situation took them away from you? What if Namjoon told them you were just like everyone else, trying to get close to them for an agenda. Is that why you hadn’t seen them yet?

As much as you told yourself you needed to create a professional distance and set boundaries before any misunderstandings could form, you couldn’t lie to yourself that you didn’t want anything to change, you didn’t want to lose them or what you had with them. Was that so selfish? You didn’t want to lose them, you didn’t want them to hate you, and you didn’t want to feel like this anymore. Like your love for them was wrong. 

The office was bustling around you and yet you were still, a mountain of work sat on your desk and you couldn’t even glance in its direction. You should’ve called in sick.

“Y/n!” Jackson calls for your attention, standing beside you, frowning at your despondency, almost the same look he saw on one of his bosses moments ago. The Golden retriever hybrid was the perfect secretary, unflinchingly loyal, and able to read every emotion cue before they even presented. Something was going on, and his instincts told him to stay out of it. 

“Hey,” you greet him, his presence jolting you into starting to go through the pile of work, even if it was just to look busy. 

“Min Depyunim needs you in his office ASAP,” he instructs. 

His frown deepens at the way your heart rate skyrocketed, the growing anxiety perspiring from your skin. 

“Did he say why?” you ask with a gulp, your eyes wide like a prey hybrid. 

“No, just that it was urgent.”

You only nod in reply, not trusting your voice as you leave your desk. Each step to that office would normally bring you a sense of comfort, anticipation in the best kind of way, but today your shoes were filled with lead. You hold an empty folder against your chest as if that would offer you any defence. 

The door opens before you knock, your fist in the air as you come face to face with Yoongi. The panther hybrid detests eye contact, it was more a sign of aggression in the hybrid world, but now his eyes were boring into yours, pleading you without words. Both your faces mirror a sense of sadness, your voices caught in your throats. His hand wraps around your wrist that was still caught midair, pulling you in when you made no move to. 

His office still had hints of yesterday, he locked it after you left, not wanting the cleaning crew to erase your scent or the evidence of your bonding session. The windows were closed, but the air in the room wasn’t stifling. Even though you were human, the room was calming your tense composure. That is, until your boss opens his mouth.

“I need you to stay late and help me with a new merger,” he announces, his stoic stare almost daring you to defy him, but behind that demeanour he was nervous. 

You stare back in shock, he knew you had a date. He heard you at that meeting, you're sure of it, so why? 

“Kitten?” he searches your face for a hint of something, anything. “It's an important deal, I need my best girl on it.”

You take a deep breath at the compliment, your heart fluttering against your wishes. Your skin flushes with heat, and you hope his hybrid senses can’t pick up the warmth you're suddenly emitting. Here it was… a way out, a way to just go back to how things were. You could say yes.

“I can’t,” you shake your head, looking away from his penetrating gaze before it coerced you into giving in. “I have plans, I’m sorry I can’t.”

“Cancel.” The word comes out like a command before he can correct himself. “Reschedule, this is important.”

The folder in your arms is squeezed closer against your chest, your eyes close, you almost look like you’re fighting with yourself. 

Give in Kitten, come on, did you really like this guy? Did you really not want him and the others? They were so sure, with the way you reciprocated their affection, that you felt the same. The idea that you didn't, sent a stabbing pain straight through his chest.

“I can’t, I’m really sorry,” you wish he knew how sorry you were, fighting to keep your eyes from watering. You didn’t want to go tonight, but you were forcing yourself to. 

“Why?” he fights the growl from his voice, his eyes piercing you. 

“I just can’t,” you hold back the sorrow in your tone, but he can still hear it, realising he was possibly putting you between a rock and a hard place. He tries not to scoff, tries not to take it further, but he can’t help himself, he was so pissed at this situation, the idea that someone else was getting to be with you in every way he wanted to be. 

“Miss L/n this deal is important-”

“You’ve said that,” you cut him off, arguing back. You hated when he called you that. Every time he was annoyed with you, every time you made a grievous mistake back when you both didn’t get along, he used your surname in that tone, and this time it irritated you. “But I’ve read my contract, I don’t have to say yes.”

He takes a deep breath, both your spiking distress starting to destroy the previous ambience of his office, and he didn’t want to lose it. He walks away from you, trying to cool down, only turning back when he reaches his desk, hoping the distance would give him a chance to breathe.

“Will there be repercussions Min Depyunim?” you ask, your eyes staring daggers into his softening features. He shakes his head, looking down at the ground between you, disgusted with himself. He was so desperate for you not to go, was he really going to force you to stay? 

You sigh, Min Yoongi doesn’t back down, not with you. He gave in to you when you needed him to, but he never backed down when you playfully bickered, and definitely not when you argued. 

“Yoongi are you okay?” Your glare dulls, the concern for him easing your temper. 

“The cubs explained that we all see you as part of the pack right?” His head is still angled to the floor but his hooded eyes look up at you.

You nod slowly, his words sinking into you slowly since they came from nowhere.

“You don’t smell like us today, it’s put us on edge,” he lies. “Can I scent you kitten?”

He could hear your heart pound against your ribcage, trying so desperately to run to where it belonged, in his arms, in his hold. You were their mate, your body knew it, why didn’t you?

You hesitate. Every single repercussion and consequence ran through your mind telling you to say no, but you didn’t care, not until a certain wolf hybrid’s glare entered your head. Yoongi can see your eyes glisten with wherever your thoughts were going, the way they were imploring him to pull you out of whatever melancholic place they were taking you. 

“Come here,” he orders, sitting on his desk with his legs open for you to stand in between. He doesn’t miss the shift in your eyes as they dilate at the preposition, the way your breathing gets heavier. 

Seriously, does he want to kill you? He wants you to stand there, he didn’t do it like that yesterday. His stare compels you to walk forward, your grip still digging into the folder in your arms, but when did you ever need a shield against Min Yoongi? As soon as you’re close enough he grabs your hand, pulling you closer to him. He smirks as you try to avoid eye contact, shuffling where you stood. He takes that damned file away from you, throwing it somewhere on his desk.

You feel vulnerable without it, yet there was something exhilarating about the position you’re in. Your scent changes, a ghost of yesterday’s intensity, but the subtle smell was enough to get his panther preening. His arms wrap around you, his face buried into the juncture of your neck. He rubs his nose against your skin, his ears perking at the way your breath hitches.

You jump when there’s a knock on the door before it opens, the panther possessively not letting you budge as you panic. He scowls at the door, ready to tear into Namjoon if he was interrupting again, not giving a shit as to what their alpha thought anymore. 

“Hyung- Oh,” Hoseok’s mouth forms a perfect circle in shock, his eyebrows rising at the sight and audacity of the older CEO. He locks the door when he walks through, his features composing as he smirks at Yoongi. There was no need for anyone else, or their pack leader to walk in on this. 

Your little fight against Yoongi’s hold ceases when you realise your efforts are futile, your head dropping to his shoulder in defeat, and with the way your skin was burning, embarrassment. 

“Kitten, are you hiding from Hobi?” He sniggers, unable to resist teasing you. It was odd, having this moment with you all while knowing you were going to be with someone else tonight. Bittersweet didn’t seem like the right word, it was crueler than that. His tail wraps around your thigh at the thought of having to let you go, he didn’t want to. 

You didn’t realise how touchstarved you were until you felt his soft fur on your skin, melting into his hold a little more. Maybe you really did need this date if the only place you were getting an inkling of physical attention was your seven bosses, perhaps that was what caused this dilemma in the first place, maybe you were just confused about your feelings because you hadn’t had any romantic interests since you started working here. Maybe it was just a stupid crush and you were overthinking everything. As much as you tried to convince yourself, you knew you were lying. 

Hoseok’s arms wrapping around you from behind underneath Yoongi’s pulls you out of your sinking thoughts. He nuzzles his cheek against the top of your head, scenting you to soothe that sour flavour seeping from you. When your aroma settles back to its natural sweetness he’s satisfied with his work, resting his chin on the other side of your head on your shoulder. 

“Sunshine, why are you being shy?” he whispers into your ear like he’s sharing a secret, chuckling when you bury yourself further into the panther hybrid. There’s an amused breath of laughter from the CEO you were trying to cocoon yourself in, but his heart swells at the fact you were seeking comfort in him. 

“Hmmmm,” he pretends to pout, pressing his lips against the sliver of skin showing on the juncture of your shoulder and neck. “Should I leave sunshine?”

You shake your head against Yoongi, one of the hands that was gripping onto his shirt, coming away to hold onto the sleeve of the lion hybrid behind you before he had the chance to pull away. He smiles fondly at the action even if you weren’t coming out to play. He kisses the back of your head quickly, using your current state to his advantage. He feels you stiffen slightly before you relax again, your heart is hammering so hard he can feel it through your back. His eyes glance at Yoongi, a silent communication shared between them both, the same thought echoing through their minds. It might have been wrong, it might cross every boundary Namjoon told them to avoid, but they would scent you so intensely that if you were with a hybrid tonight they would suffocate on the stench. They would cover every available inch of you in their smell that every hybrid would know you were accounted for. They didn’t even want to think about what they would do if the stupid person you were seeing was human. 

Hobi rests his forehead against the back of your head, wishing he could just read your thoughts. Why were you doing this to them? His embrace tightens, his sunny disposition clouding. He didn’t think he could handle it, if you came into work smelling of someone else. Something sharp grips his chest, like a thousand thorns piercing into the flesh, trying to claw its way into his heart. He wants to beg you not to do this, but the words get caught in his throat. 

He closes his eyes, sniffing your hair subtly before it would become tainted by someone else, trying to lock it into his memory as if this was the last time he’d see you. He was usually so content in your presence, always eased and comforted by just your smile or laugh. But now he was fighting back tears, feeling like you had slipped out of reach even though you were here in his arms. He feels another hand on his other arm, recognising Yoongi’s touch. The lion hybrid was pouring out a damp essence with his sorrow, unbeknownst to you, but the older CEO could sense it. Maybe a part of you could too, your thumb starting to stroke his arm soothingly making him ache.

Why didn’t you want them the way they wanted you?  

—

Day one of not being able to see you and they were already a mess. Three Hybrids laid in Jungkook’s room, staring at the ceiling wondering where it all went wrong. The bunny hybrid took the bed, Taehyung was on the floor, the oldest maknae on the bean bag. They were in here all day, feeling lost without work, well not work, without you. They didn’t realise how much they looked forward to their day because of you until Namjoon took it away from them. 

“This week is going to be torture if all we do is contemplate our life choices,” Jungkook states blankly, his stare still on the ceiling. 

“It’s already torture,” Taehyung huffs, clutching onto the pillow he stole from the bed earlier. “Did you hear him last night tell Hyung he had plans for us when we got back.”

He shudders, his chin digging into the soft material in his hands for comfort. He may have been a tiger but their alpha could instil fear in anyone, regardless of rank or breed. 

“What plans?” Jimin asks, his head rising to look at his best friend on the floor. 

“He’s going to make us work on another floor,” Taehyung replies sadly, his whole face falling from despondency to complete heart break.

Jimin groans, pushing his hair back in frustration as his head hits the beanbag again.

“He can’t do that,” Jungkook says quietly, terrified at the prospect that the one thing that keeps him sane at that dreaded building was going to be kept away from him.

“He can,” Jimin spits before whining, “this is so unfair, he’s overreacting and he knows it.”

“I’ve never seen him so mad at us before,” Taehyung sniffs. 

Jimin sighs, not wanting to add to the melancholy infecting the tiger hybrid.

“Maybe he’ll come to his senses before we’re back at work,” he tries to sound hopeful, but it fools no one. 

“Even if he does, we still have a week of suspension,” Jungkook scoffs. “He won’t back down on that just to prove a point.”

They sit in silence, stuck in this purgatory without you. 

“Right!” Jimin sits up with a clap, looking at the other maknaes with an expression that could only be described as displeased. “We can sit here all week, or we can distract ourselves.”

“How?” Taehyung asks with a pout.

“Treat it like a holiday,” Jimin suggests. “Let’s go out before the hyungs come home.” 

Jungkook sighs, it wasn’t a bad idea, but it would have been better if you were part of the equation. 

“Where do we go?” he tries to give into the proposition but he wasn’t feeling it.

“I don’t want to get hit on,” Taehyung announces, the insinuation in his voice clear, that meant nothing too public, or anything too high end.

“We’ll clear out the VIP lounge at our club,” Jimin shrugs.

“Which one?” 

Their company owned a few but they were more personal entrepreneurial revenues, Hobi, Yoongi and Namjoon owned Cypher, a more underground clubbing scene. Hoseok owned another with Jin and Jungkook called Jamais Vu, while Jimin shared Dionysus with the panther and their alpha. 

“What difference is sitting in a club going to make when we can sit here?” Jungkook grumbles. “What's the point?”

“We have a week of hell Jungkookie,” Jimin stands, walking over to the bunny hybrid pushing him to get up. “Let's try to survive it.”

“I don’t want to go clubbing, I don’t feel like dancing,” Taehyung mopes.

“Aish you both are killing me,” Jimin complains, still trying to budge the maknae into moving. “What about your bar Tae?”

He contemplates it, eyes looking up as he thinks it through. Scenery was normally quiet, only bringing in the older generation since it was a jazz bar as unique as the tiger hybrid himself. The others didn’t think it would do as well as it had but some people wanted the gentle calm compared to the rioting lights and loud music. It was huge so even if it were a busy night it never felt like it. 

“Yeah Jungkook let’s go,” he agrees after deeming the suggestion acceptable.

The youngest groans, his arms covering his eyes in protest, pretending to sleep.

“Jungkook, do you really want to stay here and hear the hyung’s gloat about their day with Y/n?” Jimin sounds solemn, making the bunny peer at him. 

No, he didn’t want that at all. 

—

“Explain to me how this is different to staying home?” His nose twitches cutely, watching Taehyung’s regular patrons enjoying their evening, not missing the way most of them were couples. Jimin can’t help laughing at the pout and grumpy eyes the bunny was adorning, 

“This place has alcohol,” Jimin giggles, already on his third drink. 

“We have alcohol at home,” Jungkook mumbles back, leaning back in their booth near the back of the establishment while Jimin signalled to the bartender for a top up.

“So much for not dancing,” Jimin chuckles at the sight of the tiger hybrid dancing on his own, perfectly content surrounded by the couples, not a care in the world. He catches them watching, giving them both a shy smirk, teeth biting into his bottom lip as he grinned. 

“We should invite Flower here,” Taehyung says a little breathlessly as he slides into the booth next to Jimin, seemingly having had enough of the dancing. 

“You know hyung banished us from the office,” Jimin thought out loud, “he didn’t say anything about contacting Angel out of hours.”

Jungkook snorts at the logic.

“I think it was insinuated,” he rolls his eyes, the pair of them instigating an argument about the topic while Taehyung watches chuckling. 

“What hyung doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” Jimin shrugs.

“How many times have you said that-”

But the tiger hybrid doesn’t hear the next words, his face turns blank as his senses tune into the sound of the door opening, the little bell ringing. He doesn’t understand why he can suddenly feel his heartbeat harder in anticipation, his sixth sense taking over control of his body. There’s a gust of wind, a gentle breeze he can feel through the open door, and with it a familiar scent.

“How many times do you drag us into trouble?” Jungkook was still squabbling with the arctic fox, the pair of them unaware of their friend’s wavering attention. 

“Taehyung tell this kit-”

They both turn to the tiger hybrid, taken back by his look of shock until they follow his line of sight. Their hearts stopped, taking all the life out of them in a single gasp. Was that really you or was it a mirage from their abstinence? Jimin and Jungkook are about to smile until they notice what Taehyung already had. You were sitting at the bar in front of them, seemingly alone until they saw the man you were with bring back two glasses. The smile you give him has them sobering.

Taehyung growls so deep that anyone would think he was in his tiger form, his eyes glow with a tint, penetrating that spot the bastard had his hand on your back. Jimin and Jungkook fare no better, a solemn fury burning through their sudden glares, and you must’ve felt the heat because you turn like they called your name, your gaze meeting theirs.

You turn away quickly, feeling like you got caught cheating which was absolutely ridiculous. You shouldn’t be feeling guilty, so why was it eating you alive? You tried to smile at your date as he leaned in to ask if you were okay.

Jimin scoffs at the sight, a humourless breath of laughter escaping as he shakes his head, who the hell did this idiot think he was? Why were you with him?

“Are they friends…?” Jungkook tries to keep the venom out of his voice, tries to dispute the idea you were out romantically with this asshole.

“If it was friendship they’d be out in a group,” Jimin comments. “Look at their body language, his especially, my little vixen is out on a date.”

The possessive lilt in his tone is intense, his glare burning your back. There’s a rumble from Taehyung’s chest at his words, the tiger’s tail whipping so hard you could hear it slice the air.

What the actual hell? Of all the places to see the CEOs, of all the nights, why this one? Why here? Your heart was thundering in nerves, you tried so hard to swallow but your throat had run dry, and your hands were shaking so bad you didn’t think you could pick up your glass.

“Hey, are you sure you’re okay?” Eric asks you for the second time, your date so far had been fine, but even though it had only really just started you were so ready for it to end. He seemed like a lovely guy, not too eager, a little bit goofy and funny in a way that wasn’t his whole personality. But the second you met him, you saw all the ways he wasn’t them, and you realised that wasn’t fair on him. 

You were trying, really truly trying to give this a chance, but those three intense stares you could feel on the back of your head reminded you of all the reasons why you didn’t want to. 

You didn’t need this. The whole point of tonight was to build boundaries and distances, how were you supposed to do that when they were here.

“This place is something else,” he says trying to make conversation, looking around at the decor and beige tones. You couldn’t tell if he liked it or not. “So why did you want to come here?”

“Umm, I don’t know,” you admit. “There’s just something about this place that seems familiar and comforting, you know?”

Oh the irony of your words. You needed familiarity and comfort around you when you were stepping out of your comfort zone, but the three hybrids behind you had destroyed that plan. 

Eric smiles at you in a way that lets you know he didn’t get it, it makes you laugh at the foolishness of your words. At least he laughed with you, the atmosphere only lightening a smidge. 

“For a place that you like, you haven’t touched your drink,” he notes, looking at both your pints, yours was full, his halfway through. Fuck it, you needed something to take the edge off. His jaw drops in surprise as you down the whole thing, the glass coming down empty onto the bartop. “It wasn’t a challenge.”

You catch the amusement in his eyes, rolling yours jokingly with a smile. You could do this, you could totally handle being out on a date with the three of seven of the loves of your life watching you. You hiccup, did you really just think that? You were meant to think ‘three of seven of your bosses watching you’, you didn’t mean what you thought before. Shit, maybe you drank that a bit too quickly. 

“Top up?” he asks, picking up your glass as he finishes his own, walking away to the busy barkeep when you nod. You didn’t want another drink, but you needed to breathe. For a second you forget something glaringly obvious, until three bodies join you where you’re sitting. You blink repeatedly at the stern expression of the arctic fox hybrid next to you, wondering if he were really there. The scene resembles something familiar to you, a mirror of how they would join you at your desk at work, but his eyes spell trouble in a way you don’t think you’re used to. 

“Did you miss us, my little vixen?” Jimin asks, his voice low, the smirk on his face dangerous.

“Huh?” You only gawp at the question, your mind drawing blanks and failing to comprehend his words at all with his body so close to yours. 

You hear a scoff on your otherside, turning to relieve yourself of the oldest maknae, only to meet the possessive anger in Jungkook’s gaze, Taehyung next to him, leaning on the bar, ignoring you. 

“She didn’t even notice we were gone,” Jungkook comments, his tongue pushing hard against his cheek in frustration, believing his own words. “One day with the hyungs and she forgets all about us.”

He sniffs the air, not missing the way your skin was drenched in Yoongi’s and Hobi’s scent. Well your date was definitely not a hybrid, any right minded one would sense the obvious courting markers and run a mile, especially when it was a couple of predators that had done the scenting.

“The hyungs obviously haven’t done a good job keeping you company angel,” Jimin says, glaring at the advancing human walking their way. He puts on his best fake smile, ready to lull his new prey into a false sense of security before he takes you away.

“Y/n?” Eric looks at the men that joined you, frowning in question.

“E-Eric, umm these are my bosses from work,” you try to keep your features calm, but nothing would hide the alarm in your eyes. There's a low growl next to you at your statement, Jimin’s disapproving stare berating you more than his words could.

“Oh,” he says nodding, trying to understand the situation because something didn’t feel right. “What a small world…”

Jungkook scoffs again, what an idiot? Why were you here with an idiot?

“I hope we aren’t interrupting,” Jimin continues, that faux innocence in his voice not matching the devilish smirk on his face. “But the more company the better right?”

Eric now realises what was wrong with the scene in front of him, you were here on a date with him, but with the way the hybrids were surrounding you, he was nowhere near you. He was on the outside looking in, like the three men were purposefully keeping him at a distance, away from you. He awkwardly places the pint as close to you as he could… or as close as they would allow. 

“Taehyung actually owns this bar,” Jimin gestures to the silent tiger before taking a sip of his drink. “What are the chances we’d run into you here?”

You can’t think of anything to say, your mouth kept opening and closing intermittently, you couldn’t meet anyone’s gaze, especially not your date’s. All the times you wished the ground would just swallow you up to escape, this was the hardest you prayed for it. Your hands fidget on the bar, fingers playing with each other, the uncomfortable air stifling. A large palm covers your own to quell the growing anxiety he could smell, your eyes pulled towards the culprit. Taehyung hadn’t said a word since they saw you, but his hand engulfed both of yours, unable to stand his mate in distress even if there was a volcano in the pit of his stomach ready to blow. He still doesn’t look at you, stoically staring ahead at nothing even with your eyes on him.

Eric’s frown turns comical at how intently he stares at your connected hands, adding numbers together but not yet reaching a conclusion despite how obvious the answer was. He tries to side step closer to you but the way the rabbit hybrid was standing behind you, curving his body to your right side, there was no way he could close the distance. 

“Y/n do you want to dance?” he asks instead, if he couldn’t come in, he would pull you out instead. Did your bosses not realise you were on a date? Should he make it obvious you were to avoid any awkwardness?

Their backs stiffen, the palm covering your hands tighten their hold almost in warning if not desperation to stop you. Jungkook grunts in anger, the sound falling deaf on the human’s ears but not yours.

Cat got your tongue Kitten, dammit why could you hear Yoongi’s smug voice in your head now of all times. Y/n say something, you beg yourself. You don’t miss the sound of two tails sweeping through the air in agitation, trying to work out why they were behaving like this, until it clicked. 

If they thought you were part of the pack, then it was only reasonable to assume they’d be protective over anyone approaching you. You’d seen it before amongst themselves, the way they’d act if someone tried to hit on one of them. That must be it. 

“You go ahead,” you finally say with a tightlipped smile. “I’ll be there in a second.”

Although confused, your date decides to do as he’s told. You could feel the tension in their shoulders relieve with each step he took away from you.

“Are you guys okay?” you ask, they weren’t at work today and now you’re sure their moods were bitter bordering on bursting, something must have happened. They look at you in disbelief, Jimin laughs humorlessly shaking his head at how oblivious you could really really be sometimes. What excuse did your human brain come up with now? He had to know. How did you see all the signs they were giving you and translate them into something so ridiculous?

“Are you on a date?” Jungkook asks venomously, eyes holding yours so piercingly you have to remind yourself he wasn’t a snake hybrid. 

“I-I am,” you try to sound confident. “Look, thank you for watching out for me, but Eric is fine.”

You try to smile, you really did, but you don’t know who you were trying to convince. 

How could you not hear their hearts shattering? Of course they knew, but until it was out of your mouth it wasn’t solidified, it couldn’t be true. There’s a small whimper expressed from the maknae that he couldn’t control. 

“And I should probably be getting back to it,” you sigh, standing up from the barstool, trying to ignore the way they were all holding onto you in some way. Jungkook’s hands ghosted over your arms, wanting to pull you back in your seat but he’s resisting the urge as much as it killed him. Taehyung’s hand lingers on yours for as long as he could before they’re gone. Even the back of Jimin’s forefinger was tracing your arm lightly as you stood, the anguish on all of their faces apparent. How could you be here with someone else when yesterday…

Yesterday you were in their arms, all afternoon. They scented you, they courted you, they looked after you. And you returned it all. How did that mean nothing to you? Were humans really that callous or so indifferent? Not you, they couldn’t believe you were that way, but the evidence staring at them as you started to walk away.

Taehyung can’t stand it, his teeth grinding hard as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you next to him, startling you with the sudden way your body jerked to his command. 

“Tae-”

The low ferocious rumble from his chest silences you. His eyes avoided you the whole time he came to stand beside you and now they burned into yours, an unforgiving fire making them glow. Taehyung sits on the barstool next to yours, spreading his legs as he places you between them. The position is familiar, you were in a similar one earlier with the panther hybrid, but the glint in his eyes has it feeling so different. Your breathing turns so heavy you’re almost panting, his face so close to yours, all your senses are engulfed in him. Your pulse was so fast you could convince them you were a little hummingbird hybrid about to get caught in the tiger’s teeth. 

“Taehyung,” you breathe, unable to look away from him, his grip was still like iron around your wrist, his tail wrapping around your middle. It was suddenly so hot, you felt like you were on fire, and all you wanted to do was smother his lips with yours.

You’re grateful for a second that he looks away, giving you a chance to catch your breath, and resist the pull of his stare. The feeling doesn’t last long as you realise his gaze has travelled down to your attire, the disapproving hum vibrating from his throat. You chose to wear this enchanting dress for someone that wasn’t them, you consciously went through your wardrobe and chose something so flattering for a man that you barely knew. His eyes snap back to yours, the flames reigniting in them with more lethal intensity. You gulp, just to soothe your drying throat. 

“Y/n?” 

Neither of you flinch at the sound of your concerned date, unable to comprehend the sight in front of him.

“Are you okay?” he says more urgently. “Hey I don’t think she wants you to hold-”

He makes the grievous mistake of trying to pry Taehyung’s grip away, the tiger turning his carnal fury on the stupid human. But before he can unleash his roar, you pull him back, fingers on his chin turning his face back to you. 

“Eric I’m really really sorry,” you apologise and meaning it. “I’m part of their pack, you’re a stranger so they’re not familiar with your scent.”

You turn to the human as you explain, as much as Taehyung would let you.

“It agitates them, because they don’t know your intentions,” you sound logical, convincing, of course you do, you believe the nonsense you’re spouting. 

Jimin said he wanted to hear the excuse you were making in that brain of yours, and here it was. If anything it aggravates them more, not just at your imperception but the fact all of this could have been avoided if Namjoon just let them confess.

“Does that make sense?” You ask, cringing at the awkwardness.  

“Yeah that does,” he sighs, glancing at the hybrids that look ready to pounce and tear him to shreds. “Don’t worry about it, we can reschedule for another time.”

You smile gratefully at him, thankful he wasn’t screaming insults at you and making you feel like shit. 

“Over my dead body,” Jungkook huffs under his breath, loud enough for you to hear.

“Thanks Eric,” you ignore the bunny’s outburst, “I’ll see you soon.”

At those words Taehyung’s tail wraps tighter around your waist, the movement not missed by the human.

With a wave he’s gone, and they finally feel like they can breathe. 

“You guys are seriously too much,” you sigh, skin still tingling from the sensation of the tiger hybrid’s touch. “He wasn’t going to kill me.”

Jimin can’t stop the higher pitched growl leaving his lips.

“You don’t know that,” he scoffs.

Their clouded heads were clearing, slowly realising the events of what just happened even though they just lived them. This was bad, their judgement was so dictated by their jealousy and possessiveness it was bordering on dangerous. 

“I think I need to go home,” you announce in a quiet voice, your own train of thoughts already taking you away from them.

“We’ll take you,” Jungkook offers, ready to rectify his mistakes.

“No I think you guys have done enough,” you frown at the floor, your harsh words hitting them with shame and heartache. 

Jungkook blinks back sudden tears, unable to handle your rejection, even if he deserved it. 

“Angel-”

“I really don’t want to hear it tonight, please,” your eyes close, fighting back your own watering eyes, swallowing down the hurt. 

How could they do this to you? How could they not realise how you felt and not let you take this way out of it? They didn’t want you, they didn’t love you back, they weren’t allowed to behave like this and confuse you. You pull Taehyung’s clutch away from your wrist with your other hand, his tail falling limply at the grief sinking his whole soul. 

You don’t say a word as you walk away, leaving three hybrids too stunned to speak. 

—

Did you understand the nightmares that haunted Namjoon at night? The images of you accusing them of heinous hideous things that in the moment he believes with his whole heart. That look of hatred on your face that burns into his brain. Every time he woke up the hurt lingered into the day.

It’s a stupid defence mechanism he knows, the way he’s been behaving recently. His wolf side is angry and pissed with his human parts and the hybrid is taking it out on everyone around him, even you, even if you both hadn’t spoken since the day before yesterday.

The worst part of it was, he was holding you at a distance, his usual cure for his downcast thoughts. You were the one to pull him out when he buried himself in his overthinking and his insecurities. You always dug him out, and this time you didn’t, and he wouldn’t let you close enough to. This time you left him under the weight of his own misery and walked away with another man. His jaw clenches unconsciously, his bite so tense his teeth would break under the force.

This just proved everything he had been saying was right. You didn’t want them. They were helplessly and hopelessly in love with you to the point where they recognised you as their mate, and you didn’t return the feeling. As much as Yoongi argued that you were human so therefore you were dense to their affection, Namjoon couldn’t agree. How could you not see it when they behaved the way they did with you, only you. When else had he found his employee in the arms of his packmate asleep? When else would he allow someone outside of his pack to get as close to him as you did?

And to top it all off, every member of his pack started courting you for real the day you smelled the way you did. They were oblivious to it, or denying it themselves, but something inside of them clicked that day, and Namjoon could see the consequences in their behaviour even if they couldn’t. Why didn’t they understand it was futile, they were going to get their hearts torn out because of a human girl. Before their affection and gestures were always poised as a question, an indirect way of asking if you were interested in them. But now the boundaries were gone, they recognised you as their mate completely whether you were or not, this was everything he was trying to prevent. It was one thing to think it, now their more animalistic sides would accept nothing less but your hand in theirs. 

His tormenting thoughts come to an abrupt stop as do his steps. He was walking past the empty meeting room, on his way back to the office when he heard it. He should walk away, but he can’t bring himself to. There was no way he should know that was you, but he did. His fingers close around the handle, his thoughts in overdrive, fighting with himself about what to do. 

His instincts take over when he hears the sob, opening the door in a flash to the sound, staring incredulously at the sight of your tear stained face. You struggle to stop crying, choking on your tears as you try to control them, turning away from him. Your hand covers your mouth as you whimper, unable to hold back now the floodgates opened. You hear the door slam shut thinking he had left until you hear the lock. 

“Babygirl-”

“Namjoon I-I’m fine,” you hold your tears back long enough to say it as firmly as you could, your face scrunching as the downpour continues. 

He can see your shoulders trembling, he can hear the pain in your voice. It killed him.

Someone hurt his mate, as much as he tried to stop the thought it echoed in his head loudly. His mate was hurt, his mate was crying. He was caught between wanting to tear someone’s throat apart for putting you in this state and the urge to comfort you in his arms. It physically pains him not to step towards you, to not give in to all the cells in his body that screamed at him to go to you.

He couldn’t be a hypocrite, he has repeated to the others so many times, you weren’t theirs. How many times did he preach not to cross the line? How many times did he break his own rules?

“Y/n, as your employer, as your friend,” he says as calmly as he can, “tell me what’s wrong.”

If there was ever a wrong button to press, Namjoon could find it. You let out an unbearable whine, drowning out your loud cries in both your hands. 

He takes a deep pained breath, his eyes closing as he fights so hard with himself, the wrinkles between his brows deep as caverns. He couldn’t, not after everything he said to the others, he couldn’t…

Fuck it.

His long strides close the distance quickly, his arms turning you to face him as he buries you into the safety of his chest. His arm traps you in his hold when you try to push him away, one hand in your hair trying to soothe you.

“Shhh babygirl it's fine,” his chin sits on the top of your head, his palm alternating between patting your head affectionately and stroking the strands. He’s never seen you like this, or heard just an anguished cry in his life. “I’m so sorry…”

He felt compelled to say it, hating himself for everything. 

He lets you bawl your eyes out against him, holding you firmly through every violent tremble that shakes your body. His tail wraps behind you like a second arm would in a hug, his ears twitching to every sound you make. You clutch onto his shirt like a lifeline, unable to tell him he and the others were the reason for your tears. 

It came out of nowhere, but repressed emotions have a way of finding an out. You barely made it to the empty meeting room before the tears started dropping, and you couldn’t stop. Everything that was happening between you and them overwhelmed you, you couldn’t take it anymore. You wanted to bang your fist against his chest and demand they understood what they were doing to you. You wanted to confess everything, let the dice fall wherever they had to, but you could barely breathe, how could you find your voice?

This needed to end before it destroyed you.

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[bangtanhoneys]

BTS MOMENTS: OT8 - Foot Volleyball

She had left the boys to their foot volleyball, knowing full well the weather had predicted rain in the next two hours or more. All she wanted to do was go take a hot shower, put her pyjamas or comfy clothes on and then settle herself on the couch with the TV and a cup of tea. A lazy day was required, especially since she had done nothing but cook and run after children for the past few days. 

Bam was the first to notice her, running straight for her so she quickly grabbed hold of his collar to stop him from jumping up. “What are they doing, Bamie? Are they being silly?” she asked, sitting down on the step and tugging the dog a little closer to her so she could scratch underneath his chin. “You having fun being out in the open?” she asked, laughing when Bam turned his own head and slobbered her in dog kisses.

“Thanks,” she said as she finally let him go and stood. “Come on, let’s go and see whose winning.”

Grace didn’t know if it was her quick reaction or whether intuition just kicked in but the moment the ball headed towards her by a strong kick from Jungkook, she paused for a brief moment and kicked it back, sending it soaring over their heads and down the small hill.

“We get a point for that!” Namjoon called out, pointing towards Grace. “She served for us.”

“Ya, that doesn’t count! No one should get points for that,” Yoongi replied as Jungkook ran to get the ball.

“Going well then,” Grace commented as she sat down next to Hobi underneath the umbrella. “Same as usual,” he replied as he watched Jin kick the ball back in the direction to an unsuspecting Taehyung. 

Of course, Bam saw the opportunity to get involved. 

“I’ll go and keep him distracted,” Hobi laughed as he and Grace finally managed to wangle his leash to his collar. “I’m going for a shower then I fancy a night on the couch. You doing anything?” she asked, keeping the dog trapped between her legs.

“Jimin and I are planning on some FIFA,” Hobi shrugged as Bam tugged on the leash. 

“I might join you then.”

Sixth sense kicked in and she turned, spotting Jimin ready to kick the ball back over to Jungkook and Yoongi as Jin raced off to get the other ball.

“Jimin, if you think of kicking that over and cheating, you’ve got another thing coming.”

Jimin paused, his foot lifted to do said action before thinking better of it. “How does she do that?” he muttered to Taehyung and Namjoon, who looked amused by it all.

“Also don’t stay out here too long, it’s going to rain soon.”

“You’re such a mother,” Yoongi called back and grinned at the hidden finger flipped in his direction.

“No one like a smart ass, Yoongi.”

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[jiminschanelearring]

Law of Attraction (1)

Rating: 18+

Genre: smut, non idol au, angst if you squint

Warning: misuse of a tie, thigh riding, slight degrading language, jealous Jungkook, sex dream, fingering, I believe that’s all

Word Count: 1.6k

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Note: It’s finally done and unedited. Sorry! Also first time writing smut...

“You have to keep it down unless you want us to get caught, Y/N.” Jungkook whispered mercilessly as his finger glided against your glistening pussy. “You wouldn't want our supervisor to know how much a cock-hungry whore you are.” his cherry lips latched onto the crook of your neck, temporarily marking you with hickies. You never had claustrophobia but at that moment everything seemed to have increasingly become more confined as Jungkook made quick work by removing his fuchsia tie. Being stark naked in your office lounge room was not something on your bucket list but Jungkook was seething when Jimin sat with you during your annual lake summit retreat. You knew that it was merely platonic and Jimin has a wonderful spouse already. Again, Jungkook did not care. It was as it went into one ear and out the other.

“ You make it seem like I’m not doing my job when you zone out like that, baby.” His snide comment matched the curl of his slender fingers that are currently making you a stuttering mess. “I want you to cream on my fingers. Can you do that, baby?” His lewd remarks only make you clench his fingers even more. The hollowed breathing intensifies the never-ending sensation that was coursing through your body and he hasn’t even penetrated yet. That is what makes Jungkook so intoxicating. He can make you breathless with his words alone-his dick was just a bonus. All too soon, you feel your arms being tugged and tied together with the forgotten tie.

“I bet you were thinking about Jimin, huh? You wished it was him here instead of me?”

You softly pant. Every logical thought you could process shifted into a puddle that was currently being teased by Jungkook’s fingers. The immense pleasure raptures throughout your body, but almost as if Jungkook had a sixth sense he removed his fingers.

“Nah, I don’t want you cumming yet. I think you deserve to be punished for what you did today.” He teases you further with his fingers ghosting past your clit until he grabs your waist so that you are meshed together like ice sticking on a car window. You felt the outline of his clothed cock brush against your pussy and hungrily you made quick attempts to remove his belt; he chuckled when he saw how much you struggled with your tied hands. Allowing some grace, he stripped himself of the restrictive three-piece suit, but not long after his sight was set on edging you again. He sat down on a nearby chair, placing you onto his thigh. The cool flesh ,in addition to your rising body temperature, puts you into a brief delirium.

“Come on, Y/n. Ride my thigh.” A simple yet extricating request sent shivers down your spine. Gradually, you rode his thigh, whimpering as each time became unbearable to withstand.

You felt yourself reaching an orgasm, gingerly digging your nails in Jungkook’s shoulder.

“Jungkook! I’m about to cum.” you warned. He replied by engulfing you in another steamy kiss as you saw flashes of white conceal your vision.

“Awf, Awf, Awf”

Startled, you woke up hearing your dog, Georgie, barking and your alarm blaring beside you. It was all a dream. A simple ruse that your innermost thoughts conjugate into an imaginary occurrence. Jungkook. Couldn’t seem to get the man out of your mind. He was an associate where you both worked and everything about him was charismatic, persuasive, and diplomatic in a way, for he was a people person but also exuded a certain reserved nature. You found him mysterious yet charming. No wonder everyone in the office loved him-your friends included.

Namjoon and Jimin knew about your crush towards Jungkook and wasted no time in tormenting you every chance they could. Joon worked in I.T. while Jimin worked in H.R. and you as an associate. By chance, Jimin and Joon knew each other from university and you clicked with Joon after technical issues transpired. A precious bean in your eyes who sometimes loses your stuff but a great companion nonetheless and then there's Jimin. Quite literally your best friend. When Namjoon introduced Jimin, automatically you were lured to Jimin and his contagious laugh, so it was no surprise when you confided in them about your crush towards Jungkook. You saw the trio conversing amongst themselves about a new recruiter once before. They never went into details about the interaction but they assured that it was work-related discussions.

“It was about nothing important.” It still rings in your head profusely.

Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you text your assistant about any upcoming meetings you had that day. Jihyo was another friend you made while working and she was the sweetest person. Granted, she is your assistant but the point still stands.

____

“Did you receive my message, Ms.Y/n” Jihyo walked alongside you into your cubicle. She informed you of a breach in security that resulted in confidential information being leaked on social media. It was your job to diffuse the situation before it escalated. “Yes, I can confirm that this situation will be resolved by today. Can you please brew me a few cups of coffee please? It is going to be a long day.” She nodded before scurrying down the corridor.

You were just about to begin your research when you heard some co-workers gossiping beside you.

“Did you hear Dana and Jungkook hooked up last night?” one whispered.

“No way! I heard he was hanging with Jen all weekend. They even said he held her hand.” the other retorts.

Mind numbing gossip that always seems to circulate in this building. It never fails. Copious amounts of rumors whether it be about a cheating scandal or someone getting fired- news would spread. It was one of the many reasons as to why you have yet confessed to Jungkook. Pressure. Dreadful pressure that consumes you within. So, longing after him was an outlet that contains you. In addition, caffeine and busying yourself with piles of documents aided as well. Call it suppressing your emotions.

“Hey Jungkook, how was your weekend?”

There he was. Cladded in a custom made suit, freshly iron and pressed to fit his muscle build so perfectly. He was perfect. Perfection wrapped in a bulgy stature with gentle eyes. Jungkook made brief eye contact with you when he greeted everyone while heading to his desk; his desk is across from you, which results in you sometimes staring at him instead of working.

Compared to Brandy’s Cinderella, Jungkook would be a noble prince, walking down an elongated stairwell as his henchmen guarded their precious leader. Coworkers flock to him like commoners rushing to at least have the handsome sire glance at them And you would be lucky enough to even be included in this fairytale.

___

“Why can’t you just confess already?” Jimin inquired, furrowing his brows in confusion. “ The worst that could happen is he says he’s not interested.” Namjoon nods.

“It’s more complicated than that. What if I tell him and we get assigned a case together afterwards? It’ll be so awkward plus it’s best to keep a strictly professional relationship. You both saw what happened with Kai and Dawn.” We all shuddered at the memory. Who knew rotten lunch meat would leave a car smelling for months, but it’s a valid point. Office relationships hardly last, subsequently Jungkook is known as a loner, so it is useless to even try. .

“ True but Jessi and Key's relationship is going strong. They have been married 12 years now.” Joon interjected. “ Office romances can flourish. You just have to first put it out that you are infatuated with Jeon Jungkook.”

“I do. Y’all know I like Jeon Jungkook.” You mutter.

“ Does Jungkook know that?” Jimin smirks.

“Does Jungkook know what?” A voice appeared making you all turn,wide eyed when you see who asked.

Kim Taehyung. Also known as Jeon Jungkook’s best friend. Those two are inseparable, practically stitched at the hip which is why you’re panicking. What if he heard your conversation ? Would he tell Jungkook? Why is he smiling like that ? What did Jimin just say!?

“Y/n wanted to know if Jungkook was free for lunch? She really needs help with this case she was assigned.” Jimin quipped.

Tae chuckled.

“I’m sure Jungkook has no problem. Lemme take you to him.”

Taehyung all but yanked you over to Jungkook who was conversing with Jen. However, the pair quickly stop when they see you and Tae approach them as they cursorily wait for either of you to speak. Taehyung finally cleared his throat after what felt like a lifetime.

“Kook, are you busy during lunch?”

Awkwardness was the only word ideal for this situation. You didn’t know if it was you pricking at your blazer or Jungkook nervously laughing at the question-maybe it was both- but at that moment everything moved entirely too slow. “I don’t think so, what’s up?” He answered. “ Y/n here need some help on a case and wanted to ask you.” Tae smirks, tossing his arm around you. “ Right Y/n?”

Tell the truth! Please, do not entertain Jimin’s lie!”

“Yes, it has been a data breach over the Christmas break and would like some assistance on this case.” You lied straight through your teeth. Everyone who has ever worked alongside you knew that you could handle even the most difficult cases on your worst day, but the way Jungkook skin gleamed under these fluorescent lights made you reconsider keeping your crush a secret.

“Oh, I would love to help out .Is today at 1 okay ?”.

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[thatmultifandomhoe]

Knitting You a Home - 11

Pairing: Wolf Hybrid Namjoon and Human Reader

Word Count: 1,384

Genre/Rating: Hybrid AU - Established Relationship - Angst - Fluff - Smut - Rated PG-13

Overview: Things have changed for you and Namjoon. It’s been a year since the two of you got together, and despite a rocky start, it was impossible to deny the bond and love you shared for each other. But ever since Hoseok had been separated from his Mate, Namjoon has been withdrawing himself from you and doesn’t come home until late at night.

With questions far larger than either of you imagined, you can’t help but wonder if he’s let his past and old fears come back to haunt him. You had shown him that it was possible to have a home and be loved once before, but will you be able to do it again?

Warning: Sex

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The clock on the nightstand was reading eleven in the morning in red numbers, but leaning against the headboard you stared up at Namjoon, confused. It was eleven during the middle of the week, and he was still under the blankets sleeping.

Not that you minded, in fact the sight of seeing him at home had become such a rarity that his boss would have to pull him out of your grip.

Taking advantage of the peace, you reached up to gently run your fingers against his cheek, along his temple before lightly tracing the shape of his bottom lip. You couldn’t even recall the last time the two of you spent a lazy morning together.

Outside the window that had been left open the music of songbirds filtered through the screen, drawing your attention away from him. Through the curtains, petals of yellow daises were seen gently swaying in the morning breeze. Namjoon had planted them last year alongside the house, having spent hours digging up the ground and meticulously planting each batch. His efforts had paid off greatly when the mini suns bloomed earlier in the month, offering a sense of something magical surrounding the house.

A nip at your finger drew your attention away from the window and back to Namjoon. His eyes were still closed but his lips were curling up into a wolfish grin.

“You bit me.”

Namjoon hummed, his arm sliding over your side until his palm was flat against your back. Only then did he open his eyes. “Aren’t you the one always asking me to bite you?”

His voice was thick and when he raised an eyebrow, it took all your willpower to not melt in his arms right then and there.

As much as you wanted nothing more than stay in this moment and forget about everything else, you couldn’t help but ask, “why are you home?”

  If it was somehow possible, even the birds stopped singing. Like they too knew the significance of his answer.

Taking a deep breath, Namjoon leaned over and pressed a kiss on the mark. “I called out.”

“Why?”

He kissed it again, and then a second time. The lack of words on his part wasn’t out of character for Namjoon but, after all this time, after last night especially, it wasn’t as easy to guess what was running through his mind anymore. There had been a time where you thought you knew him well enough to do so.

“I’ve missed you too,” Namjoon murmured against your skin, kissing and nibbling his way up and along your jaw until he suddenly stopped. Leaning backwards, his brown eyes were soft and clear as his ears lowered themselves. This sudden affection wasn’t brought on by his heat.

Despite the simplicity of his words, tears stung as they slipped out. The first one wasn’t even halfway down your cheek before he went back down, his breath warm against your skin as he sweetly kissed it away. Then the second, the fourth, by the sixth when he kissed your lips, you were certain that he was making up for lost time.

There was a chime echoing down the hall signaling the half hour, the buzzing of bumble bees and singing birds had started up again, creating perhaps the purest of songs as Namjoon slipped his palms underneath the shirt you wore. His body heat warmed you in seconds and only with regret did you stop the kiss to remove it.

A deep growl of appreciation filled the room and the bed creaked as he laid you on your back. Yet even as he settled between your legs, hands roaming along your sides and back, until your body quivered with need, he never strayed from kissing your lips.

He had missed you too.

“Joonie,” you whispered, heart beating rapidly as you tried to catch your breath.

Hooking his fingers under the band of your panties, Namjoon slipped those off before removing his own pajama pants, tossing them over the side of the bed. With his attention focusing back on you, he slid his hands up along your thighs before hooking them around his hips. Just like every hybrid, he had his own heat that he went through, but there hadn’t been any intimacy since his last one. And as he left wet kisses own your belly, tingles of anticipation spread throughout your body with each shaky breath you took.

You knew Namjoon though. He was an attentive mate, priding himself on making sure you saw a galaxy of stars before he even considered his own needs and desires. That wasn’t what you wanted right now.

“Joonie,” you whimpered, sliding your fingers through his hair when he teasingly ran his tongue along the curve of your breast. He lifted his head though, allowing you to see the same desire and longing swirling around in his eyes that you knew reflected in your own.

As if he knew what you were about to say though, he shifted his hips, his hardened length rubbing against you to gather up the wetness. Your mouth dried out and you moaned. It had been too long since the last time. There was going to be plenty of time for him to take his sweet time wrecking you, but right now, you just wanted to be as close as possible in the most intimate of ways.

Namjoon groaned as he pushed in, the walls of your pussy clenching around his dick with every glorious inch, only stopping when he was balls deep inside you. Both of you groaned, foreheads pressed against the others and eyes scrunching shut in pleasure before blinking back open, wanting to see the man you loved with not just your entire heart, but your entire being.

“So perfect,” Namjoon softly murmured, leaving sweet kisses along every inch of skin that he could reach.

The temperature in the bedroom grew hotter with every thrust, and as kissed along his shoulder leaving nibbles on his collar bone, his arms tightened around you until suddenly you were no longer on your back. Hurriedly you clung to his shoulders, gasping as you were fully seated on his lap, chests pressed together in the new position.

“My beautiful mate,” Namjoon said, stealing your lips in a kiss before you were able to say anything.

Your moans were stolen as you kissed him back, easily finding a rhythm that worked for both of you. He was able to go deeper this way, leaving you feeling full and satisfying your need to be close to him.

Sliding your fingers through his hair and being mindful of his ears, you couldn’t help but tug on the locks when he hit the right spot. A soft cry escaped your lips and Namjoon’s chest rumbled with his growl, his thrusts going faster as he held you tight.

When it felt like you were going to combust, you leaned your head back to look at Namjoon. Sweat dotted along his skin, his lips swollen, yet as his name spilled from your mouth and he once again swooped in to seal the act with a final kiss, it was as sweet as it was bitter upon the taste of tears mixing together when he finally groaned with his own release.

Had the house been closer to the town you might have been worried about it being opened, but save for some wildlife the two of you were well alone. The dripping of his seed along the inside of your thigh was going on to his own legs and the rumpled blankets soon, but in that moment you didn’t care. Instead, you clung to your mate as his shoulders shook. One minute he was pressing his face against your neck to kiss the mark, and the next he was kissing your lips, never lingering in one place for too long, as if he needed to kiss every single square inch of you.

  He was decorating you in kisses and tears.

Love and anguish, because last night had not left either of you even in the middle of making love. It only rekindled the reality that as much as the love you had for each other burned, it still had the power to leave wounds.

And Namjoon had almost lost you.

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[bteezxyewriter12]

Soulmate/ 7

Pairing- Hobi x Named Reader

Word count- 3.2k

Includes- Angst, fighting, longing

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J POV

Namjoon kept his word and got an apartment big enough for me, him and the baby

And like he promised, he's with me all the time

At first

He comes with me to the appointments

He's with me when we see the first sonogram

He with me when we find out the baby is a girl

He actually smiles and is excited

He goes shopping with me for baby stuff

He touches my stomach all the time, talking to the baby

Everything is actually great and I'm feeling ok about the whole situation

Then Namjoon tells me that he has to make another album

I tell him its fine, I understand

But then he starts barricading himself in his studio at home

He stays late at the studio at BigHit or doesn't come home at night

Even when Hobi was working on his albums he always wanted me with him

He always made time

But Namjoon doesn't

He's always stressed out

I ask if he needs help but he always says no

I try to make everything ok and relaxing when he comes home so he doesn't have to stress at home

But it doesn't work

He's always irritated, starting arguments for everything

He stops having sex with me, stops touching me

Just comes home to sleep

Then he didn't show up to the sixth month appointment and I'm livid

🐿️🐿️🐿️🐿️🐿️🐿️🐿️🐿️

Hobi POV

I see Joanne

She's walking towards Namjoon's studio

Her stomach is showing now

It looks huge on her small body

She's having a girl

I know because Namjoon came in telling everyone the day they found out

I wanted to punch him in the face

I'm happy for her but I'm so upset he's the father

As I look at her, I notice that she looks exhausted

She opens Namjoon's door and goes inside, but a minute later she comes back out

She starts walking towards Yoongi's studio

I can't help it

I call her name

"Joanne!"

She turns to me

I just want to hear her voice

I just want her to talk to me

So I get a grip and walk over to her

She stays in her spot, looking nervous

God this is what we come to

Best friends who are now practically strangers

I hate it

"Hi Hobi", she says softly and my heart soars

She called me Hobi

Not J-Hope like the last time I saw her

"Hi Jo. How are you doing?", I ask

"Ah well you know. Pregnant", she smiles

God I miss her smile

It's stunning

"Yeah. Congratulations by the way."

"Thanks"

"What are you doing here?", I ask

"Oh I'm looking for Namjoon. He never showed up for the doctor's appointment today.", she says, her hands on her stomach

"Oh he's in a meeting with his manager"

"Oh", she frowns

An awkward silence falls between us and I hate it

"So how's being pregnant? A pain?", I ask, trying to stall her for as long as I can

I just want to talk to her

"Eh well I'm sick all the time. Honestly I don't know why they call it morning sickness when I'm sick all day."

"Wow that sucks."

"Yea", she laughs and I realize how much I miss that sound and how empty my life is without it

"Either I'm starving and craving food or I'm throwing it up."

"Well that doesn't make sense. That baby has to make up her mind", I joke

She giggles and I smile

She's going to say something when instead she goes "Ow", her hand moving to a different spot on her stomach

"What? What happened?", I panic

"I think....ow. Shit", she says again

"Jo?", I ask

"I think she's kicking", she says in awe

"But it hurts", she makes a face

"Wow. She's got strong legs huh?", I comment, smiling

She nods, a huge smile on her face, "She did it again."

She grabs my hand and puts it on her belly where the baby is kicking

She holds my hand there with hers

"Wait for it", she says excitedly

I wait and then I feel a little part of her belly move against my hand

My eyes widen

"Wow that's amazing", I breath

She kicks again, this time a stronger one

"Wow this little girl is feisty like her mom", I joke

She smiles, "Yeah Kiara gets that from me"

"Kiara?", I ask

"Oh yea. That's her name."

"That's a beautiful name", I say, meaning it

"It means light"

"Light?", I repeat

She nods, "Yeah. Like she's the light of my life? It's kinda stupid"

"No Jo it's really not", I answer

It's a beautiful name with a beautiful meaning for her

"Thanks. I picked it and Namjoon agreed to it. He wasn't all that interested in picking a name", she says, looking sad

"Well I think it's perfect", I tell her

She looks up at me, both of us staring at each other

I miss her so much

We just stand like that for I don't know how long, staring at each other, my hand still being held on her belly by her hand, Kiara kicking away

"Hobi..", she whispers still looking at me

"Jo....", I answer, looking at her

"Hobi..I lo..", he starts but is cut off by, "What the fuck is this?"

We both jump and see Namjoon glaring at us

I quickly pulled my hand away.

"I was looking for you Namjoon You never showed up at the doctor for the sixth month appointment.", she says

"That doesn't tell me why Hoseok was touching you."

"Ok well the baby kicked and I got excited and wanted to share it with someone.", she says

"And you decide your ex was the best person?", he questions

"What? No. Hobi was talking to me when it happened and I just grabbed his hand in the moment. That's all", she said

Namjoon glares at me, "Why were you talking to her?"

"Namjoon seriously? I can talk to who I want", she argues

"I saw her coming out of your studio and walking around. So I asked what she was looking for. She was looking for you", I say

He turns back to her, "I'm sorry baby, I forgot the appointment was today. I thought it was tomorrow."

She blinks, "But I told you this morning it was today"

"I guess I just forgot. I'm really sorry. I'll be there for the next one", he apologizes

"Ok", she says

She doesn't sound like she believes him

"C'mon, I gotta get my stuff then we can go home."

She turns to me, "Bye Hobi. It was nice talking to you. I'll see you around."

I smile at her, "Ok. Bye Jo."

She smiles then follows Namjoon back into his studio

I keep replaying our conversation in my head

She took my hand and let me feel the baby kick

I was the first person to feel her baby kick

And then what she said when we were looking at each other

Or what she almost said

"Hobi..I..lo.."

Did she almost tell me she loves me?

I don't know but I wish she finished the sentence

All I want is her

I sigh, turning to my studio and walking back

Why does my life suck?

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J POV

I almost told Hobi I love him

What the fuck is wrong with me?

It must be the hormones

But I know it's not

It's just me being an ass and a terrible person

I'm having a baby with my boyfriend and I almost told another guy who happens to be my ex that I love him

Who does that?

Me apparently

Idiot

But that doesn't make my feelings any less true

Namjoon is pissed but doesn't say anything else to me

I really was in the moment when I grabbed Hobi's hand

It was the first time she kicked and Namjoon was nowhere to be found.

But Hobi was there and I wanted someone to share it with me

And I always thought it would be Hobi I'm having a baby with

But it's not

When we go back to his studio, Kiara is still kicking

"Joonie", I call, taking his hand and putting it on my stomach

She kicks against his hand but he doesn't really have a reaction

"She's kicking", I tell him, thinking maybe he doesn't know what's happening

She kicks again and he gives a small smile, "Cool"

Then he takes his hand away, gathering up the things he needs to bring home

While I just stand there, upset

Namjoon wasn't awed or anything at his own daughter kicking

Not like I was

Not like Hobi was

Hobi was more excited than her own father

It hurts

It's like he doesn't care and I don't know what to do

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After that first appointment Namjoon missed, he started missing others

He started to work all the time

He seemed to be disinterested in the baby

Like he doesn't care

I tried talking to him about Kiara's last name

"I think she should have yours. You're her father.", I was saying

He shrugged, "It doesn't have to be mine. She can have yours if you want."

"You don't want her to have your last name?", I ask incredulously

"I didn't say that", he said

"Then what are you saying?", I asked getting upset

"I'm saying that it doesn't matter whose last name she has. You're still her mom and I'm still her dad. It doesn't matter. Whatever you want is fine with me.", he said

"Whatever!" I said, walking away from him and to our room

If he doesn't care about her last name then I don't know what he'll care about

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The bigger I get the harder it is to walk, to get up from sitting and my back kills me

Namjoon is never around so I have to do everything by myself

I have to go to the store, buy some more stuff for the baby, and the worst is I have to go to the appointments alone

I asked him if he wants to break up and he said no, he wants to be with me

I ask him if he doesn't care about his daughter and he says of course he cares

But it's just words, he doesn't show it

I keep reminding him about them constantly and he always says he's going to come but he doesn't

And then he makes up some excuse

So by eight months I stopped asking him

I have to go more often now so they can monitor the baby, so I just go by myself and try not to be upset or sad

But it's hard

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"Uh Jo, I have to talk to you.", Namjoon says, seeming nervous

"Sure, Joonie. What's up?"

He just came home from work

I'm nearing the end of eight months of pregnancy and my stomach is huge

I'm always sitting down now and that's where I am now

Sitting on the couch

"Um there's something going on at work and I need to talk to you about it. Please try not to get mad."

Uh oh

What now

I motion for him to continue

"So my manager set up a tour around Korea for me for 6 weeks before another tour next year.", he explains

"Ok...when is the tour? If you're worried about me being alone with the baby it's ok, I can handle it", I say

I'm doing everything by myself anyway

And I don't want to ruin his career either

"Uh no...that's not it. My tour starts next week.", he mumbles

"Next week!", I say surprised

"Yeah"

"But.. you're going to be here for when Kiara is born, right?", I ask expectantly

Surely he can come back for a day or two for his child's birth?

He can't leave me to do that alone

Not that

I need him

Honestly I'm terrified of birth and I need him with me

"Um that's the thing. No. I'm not going to be here."

"What?", I shout, panicking, "Are you serious? Please tell me you're not serious?"

"I'm sorry."

"Are you out of your mind Namjoon? You're going to leave me here alone to give birth to our kid while you're traveling around? Do I mean nothing to you? Does this baby mean nothing to you?", I yell

"Of course you and the baby mean something to me! How can you say that?", he asks angrily

He has to be fucking crazy to ask me that

"Oh I don't know Namjoon. You're never here, you're always working, you come home so late or not at all. You stopped coming to the doctor's appointments. And now you're telling me that you're not gonna be here for when your child is born. What the hell am I supposed to think?", I snap

"I have to work Joanne."

"Yeah and so do I. I'm still working and next week I'll be nine months pregnant.", I shoot back

"I'm sorry but I have to do this. For my career.", he explains

"You can't come back for two days for the baby's birth?", I ask, "Please Namjoon, I'm scared and I want you with me"

"I have a show on the day she's due", he answers

I just stare at him

I really don't know what to do

"What the fuck are we doing Namjoon?", I ask tiredly

"What do you mean?"

"What are we doing? With us? Clearly you have no interest in this baby. Or me. Your career matters more. I know this was a surprise and it's one for me too. But if you don't want to do this, if you don't want to raise this baby then tell me. Tell me now. I'll do it by myself. If you want to break up just tell me. But I can't keep being disappointed by you anymore. I can't do this anymore"

"What no! That's not what I want at all!", he says panicking, "I do care about you and the baby. I don't want you to be by yourself. I love you"

"What did you say?", I ask, shocked

What did he say?

Did he say he...?

"I love you. And I love Kiara. I don't want to break up with you. I'm sorry I'm working so much but I'm doing it for us, for the baby, so we can live comfortably. Please, don't leave me. I promise after this tour I'll be here more. I'll talk to my manager and see if they can move that concert so I can come back for Kiara's birth. Please, let me fix this. I'm sorry baby. I'm sorry I made you feel this way.", he apologizes

I think about what he's saying

He's promising to change things

But he's broken promises before

"Don't make promises you can't keep Namjoon", I tell him

"I'm not Jo. I'm going to keep them. I am."

He looks at me pleading

I hesitate, "Ok yea. Fine. As long as you keep your promises."

He visibly relaxes, "I will Jo. I will."

He hugs me tightly, then kisses me

And I'm fully aware and feeling guilty that I didn't say I love you back to him

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Hobi POV

Joanne has come to BigHit almost everyday this week

She comes for Namjoon

Her and I are speaking again, just short conversations mostly about her pregnancy and asking about my music

Then she goes to Namjoon's studio

But I live for these small conversations

It feels like I have her back in some sort of way even though I don't

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I see Namjoon come out of his studio

He sees me standing close by

I'm waiting for her to come so I can talk to her before she disappears into Namjoon's studio for the rest of the day

"Did you see Joanne yet?", he asks me

"Huh? Me? No?", I say

He rolls his eyes, "Cut the crap Hoseok, I know you've been talking to her everyday. And I don't care. As long as you know whose she's with I don't care if you talk to her."

"How generous of you", I say sarcastically

"Whatever. So she's not here?"

"No"

He turns to go when I call his name and he turns back to me

"How come she's coming here everyday? She used to never come here and now she's here all the time.", I ask curiously

"Oh. Well not that it's your business but I want to spend as much time with her as I can. So after she gets out of work I send a car to get her so she can stay with me here. Then we go home.", he explains

"Uh why do you want to spend so much time with her? You live together.", I was confused

"Yeah but I'm going on tour next week and I won't see her for six weeks."

"But...isn't the baby due this month?"

Is he saying what I think he's saying?

"Yea but I won't be here."

"You won't be here for your baby's birth?", I say incredulously

Is her for real?

That's some pure bullshit right there

"What the hell Namjoon? That's like the most important thing in the world. And to be there for her."

"Don't you think I know that? I tried to get my manager to change the day of the concert but he couldn't."

"You're doing a concert on the day the baby's going to be born?"

I don't think I can get anymore shocked

"Yeah I have to."

"Does Joanne know?"

"No I haven't told her yet. I told her I'd try to get it rescheduled but I haven't told her that it can't be."

"Don't you think you should tell her?", I question angrily

"Hey. Don't tell me what to do with my girlfriend"

"How can you do that to her? Leave her alone for her to give birth on her own?", I say angrily

"I have to. I don't have a choice."

"You always have a choice. There would be no way I'd leave her by herself for this. I don't care if the entire tour was cancelled and I lost fans.", I inform him

I'd be there for her, no matter what

She's bringing his baby into this world the least he can do it show up for it

"Well I'm not like you. I'm doing this for her and the baby, so she doesn't have to worry about anything."

"I know her Namjoon. She doesn't care about money. She just wants you. You being there means more to her than you're money.", I say

"Well like I said I have no choice."

"Do you even love her or the baby?", I spit

He glares at me

"I...yea I love her...and I love the baby."

Yeah that sounded convincing

"You don't sound so sure. Are you in love with her?"

"I....yea...I guess...I....yea", he finally gets out

I just shake my head

He doesn't love her

He'd never hesitate if he did

To this day I will never hesitate to say I love her

Never

"When is the baby due?"

"September 15th."

I just nod, having now idea what else to say

I tried to convince him to be here for the birth but he just keeps repeating the same nonsense garbage over and over

He turns and walks back inside his studio, while I keep waiting for her

#soulmate fic #hoseok fanfic #jung hoseok fanfic #hobi fanfic #jhope fanfic #bts fanfic

[rolypoly97]

thinking about an au where yoongi somehow has a sixth sense to tell when people are heartbroken and yearning but can never understand why he always feels this around Namjoon

At first he thinks that it isn’t coming from Namjoon but from the people around him but then they go back to namjoon’s house and that feeling is still there, getting stronger and stronger the closer they move together

It gets especially strong after yoongi wishes Namjoon a good night and leans in for a hug 

He thinks that maybe his sense is starting to break, that it lasted for a couple of years and now it’s gone

The next time he meets Namjoon, the feeling of heartbreak and yearning lessened…

Until yoongi brought up how attractive he found another producer in the building 

This time the weight of heartbreak felt like a boulder on his chest, hitting him hard and fast, making him gasp out of sheer terror and pain

He winced, bringing his hand to his chest and massaging it as though that would somehow ease the ache of it 

“You okay, hyung?” Namjoon asked him

“Yeah just…” was all yoongi could say, looking around the empty cafe as though that would explain the feeling 

Yoongi couldn’t help but look up at Namjoon and search his eyes looking for any telltale sign that maybe, just maybe; he was the one heartbroken

“Are-are you okay?” Yoongi asked him

Namjoon faked a smile and said, “of course, hyung. Why wouldn’t I be?” 

The next time Namjoon and yoongi hung out was at yoongi’s studio

This time the feeling was muted, as though it didn’t exist at all, but yoongi was trying to sus out the feeling, to see if Namjoon was really heartbroken or if it was just his imagination 

“Can you help me with these lyrics?” Namjoon asked him, getting off the couch to sit next to yoongi

Yoongi looked over the messy paper, knowing Namjoon enough to know what words go where despite it being all over the place 

As he kept reading; his heart kept clenching, waves after waves of the feeling building up the more he skimmed through the words

“This sounds like a break up song,” Yoongi commented

“Yeah well…” Namjoon said with a small smile 

“But you haven’t dated anyone in a while.” Yoongi said

“Maybe it’s less of a break up song and more of a…heartbreak one?” Namjoon offered

“Who broke your heart?” 

Namjoon lifted his eyes off the paper to look at yoongi, a boulder sitting on his chest, mimicking the one on yoongis, except yoongi’s one hit him every time he was with Namjoon, but namjoon’s pain has been with him for years. It feels more like a companion now 

“Me.” Namjoon said simply, “I fell for someone I knew I could never have.”

“How do you know they don’t want you?” Yoongi all but whispered. The pain was so bad it felt like his heart was breaking, being taken apart piece by piece to prolong the torture 

All namjoon could do was shoot him a smile, tears stilled, years of memories and empty promises flashing through his mind the boulder on his chest pressing down against the rubble of a broken heart that had been crushed into fine dust 

How do you tell your best friend that you’ve been in love with them knowing that they’ve never seen you that way?

How do you possibly let your selfishness build up to a point where you sacrifice years worth of friendship for a simple ‘im sorry I don’t feel that way’ 

The pain had never felt worse than it did in this moment for yoongi and all he could do was pretend it wasn’t there

Was this how namjoon lived every day? In pain? Heart breaking bit by bit every single minute? 

In the end Namjoon just said, “I just do, hyung. I just do.” 

#namgi #rolypoly97 #btsfics

[dollystuartwrites]

7&ME - Chapter 24 - Frustration

Pairing: OT7 x F!Reader

Genre: fluff, smut, idol AU, straight, bisexual, gay, threesome

Wordcount: 982

Chapters: [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] [11] - [12] - [13] - [14] - [15] - [16] - [17] - [18] - [19] - [20]   [21] - [22] - [23] - [24] - [25] - [26] - [27] - [28] - [29] - [30] MASTERLIST Wanna read all the chapters right now? You can find the complete story for free on WATTPAD

Summary: Miracles do happen! Somehow you've finally managed to secure a job at a big company! Even though it'll be a 24/7 job, they promised you a fat paycheck, so you don't care what the job is... But what if the job is managing 7 grown men? Seven men who all have needs...

Warnings: swearing, unprotected sex, vaginal penetration, fingering, size kink, oral (f&m receiving), dirty talk, gay sex, threesome sex, bisexual sex, implied masturbation, this is super vanilla compared to most of my stories, let me know what I missed.

Y O U R   P E R S P E C T I V E

A few days had passed since my stroll with Jin and the sexual frustration was getting real. Even though I had masturbated (several times over the past few days), it did not seem to help. Every time I saw either Yoongi, Namjoon, Jin, Hobi, or Jimin I couldn't help but think of the things we had done and the unfinished business I had with them. Of course, I had gone all the way with Namjoon, but the thought of it only made me long for more. 

However, the guys' schedules had been completely packed lately as they had to shoot a video soon. They'd leave early, come home late and use the time they had off to sleep and rest. 

Besides the increasing sexual frustration, I felt I really missed them. I missed our talks, the way they'd laugh and joke with me and each other. 

One day I got so frustrated, I found myself standing in front of Yoongi's door, ready to ask him to please...

But then I remembered how tired he had looked when he got home that night. It wouldn't be fair to take his much-needed sleep away from him. 

I just had to grit my teeth and try to get through it by myself. 

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On Friday night they all came home completely exhausted, and after greeting me with hugs (a thing they now all did, which made my sexual frustration even worse) they all scurried off to their rooms to sleep again. 

Except for Jimin.

As the boys wished. me and each other good night and entered their rooms he waited in the living room with me. 

He looked very tired.

'How are you doing?' Jimin asked friendly when all the bedroom doors had closed.

'I'm fine thank you Oppa,' I said incredulously. 

How could he ask about me when it was obvious he was completely worked to the bone?

'I'm glad to hear it,' he smiled at me before I could ask him the same thing. 

'Are you still happy here?' he asked me, taking a few steps closer and tilting his head slightly. 

'I am, very much,' I nodded.

Jimin took another step towards me.

'You know I have a sixth sense for when something is wrong,' he said seriously. 

I swallowed. Something was wrong. But in a way that was probably different than he was thinking.

I bit my lip.

'It's just...,' I said, thinking of what to say. Although I had decided to embrace my sexual side, I wasn't quite ready yet to tell him I had been horny for the past few days, unable to satisfy myself and in dire need of some dick. 

It didn't help that the last time I had really spoken to him, I had been pissed with him, then I had cried and then I had made out with him. 

'I hope you do not regret your decision to stay?' he asked, his face worried.

'No! Certainly not!' I said quickly.

'Then... Was it our kiss?' Jimin asked hesitantly.

The feeling of that kiss, and all the others I had kissed flushed over me.

'That kiss was amazing,' I said, unable to keep the lust I felt out of my voice. 

Jimin smirked. It wasn't a smirk one would have after a funny joke.

It was a smirk that told me he had definitely picked up on the underlying message within my answer. 

'So you,' he said and he smiled slightly, 'enjoyed it?' 

I had definitely given myself away.

The concern that had been visible on his face earlier had completely disappeared.

He bent his head and grinned, taking a few steps forwards and bumping into me on purpose.

I felt his hands on my waist as he rested his head on my collarbone. 

It was so cute and hot at the same time and I could instantly feel my heartbeat and temperature rise.

'I missed you,' he whispered. I could feel his hot breath on my neck and put my hand on his head to stroke my fingers through his hair. 

His hair was always so soft and fluffy.

'I missed you guys too,' I whispered back. 

Jimin raised his head, looking at me. 

'Since the shoot is finally finished, we wanted to celebrate by going out tomorrow,' he said. 

The shape of his eyes are so beautiful.

'We would love it if you would join us,' he said, bringing his face slightly closer to mine. 

I felt my heart pounding and I had to do my best to stay focused on what he was saying.

'Going... out...' I repeated, shifting my gaze from his pink full lips to his dark eyes and back again. 'I don't think I have anything to wear,' I said, my mouth dry. 

The corners of Jimin's mouth twisted into a smile.

'I was hoping you'd say that,' he whispered. His face was only inches from mine now. I closed my eyes, waiting for him to kiss me, breathing heavily. 

'Shall I pick something out for you?' he asked, I could feel his breath brushing my lips, he was only a hair away. 

'Yes,' I moaned. 

'Yes what?' he demanded his voice suddenly stern and I could feel him squeezing my waist. 

'Yes please Oppa,' I spoke without thinking, my eyes still closed. I would do anything he'd tell me to right now. 

'Good girl,' he growled, the air brushing my lips once again. 

I  opened my mouth slightly, longing for his kiss.

But it didn't come.

Instead, he let go of me, and I could feel the warmth of his body disappear.

I opened my eyes in disappointment. 

He was already a few steps away from me again. 

'Tomorrow evening, 10 o'clock, your room,' he said shortly but sternly before swivelling around and walking off to his room.

I stood nailed to the ground, panting, my panties already completely soaked.

#7&ME #bts #bangtan #rapmon #rapmonster #RM #Jimin #Jungkook #Namjoon #Park Jimin #fanfic #fan fic #fan fiction #fanfiction #bts fanfic #bts fan fic #bts fan fiction #bts fanfiction #bts fic #Hobi #Hoseok #J-Hope #jhope #taehyung #kim taehyung #ot7 #btsfanfic

[aquariusloversfiction-blog]

The Great Platonic Love Series

 Fandom:  BTS

Pairings: Namjin, Jikook

Status:  Ongoing series

Words:  52,000 words

 Summary:  While romantic love may fail them at times, the friendship that the seven of them share never does.   An alternate reality that follows the boys’ path as members of BTS with hints of fantasy thrown in.  The boys have many trials ahead of them, and they face them with tears, laughter and the purest love for one another.

#BTS Fanfic #namjin fanfic #Jikook fanfic #BTS fan fiction on AO3 #Namjin #Jikook #Sixth Sense Namjoon #Super Rich Jin #Unicorn Taehyung #Haunted Jimin #Jungkook's Love #Solid Hoseok #Wise Yoongi #BTS #Jimin #Namjoon #Jin #Jungkook #Yoongi #Taehyung #Hoseok

[minniepetals]

"Can I have a hug?" + Genie!AU, please! 💜

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6 / part 7 / part 8 / part 9 / part 10 / part 11 / part 12 / part 13 / part 14 / part 15 / part 16 / part 17

"Can I have a hug?"

"Is that a wish?" Jungkook whines like a childish little brat who isn't getting what he wants, body thrown back onto the mattress and you stare at him, a bit concerned. "Hey, seventh owner, why're you like this?"

You hear a sniff leave him as he holds onto his white pillow, cheek planted well upon it as he turns to look your way. "Why can't you just give me a hug when I want it? Why does everything have to be about wishes?"

Oh my gosh, he's a child living in an adult body.

You find a teardrop falling from the corner of his eye, trailing down the side of his face before hitting the pillow. Do humans cry this easily? You don't think any of the other guys are like this — okay maybe Jimin and Taehyung — but it's making you quite confused as to why seeing Jungkook's tears is making you feel unsettled.

"Um...why are you crying?"

"I'm stressed," he states, sniffling.

"Stressed?" You blink and lean down, body still floating in the air as your face closes in on Jungkook, finding it intriguing how tears can produce so easily. "Do humans cry when they're stressed?" You ask innocently and although your face falls so close to him and he feels himself blushing, Jungkook doesn't wish for you to lean away.

So he just nods. "Sometimes."

"Then how come the first owner doesn't cry as often as you do?"

"Namjoon?"

You nod.

"That's because Namjoon doesn't cry in front of anyone."

"But he always looks stressed," you tell him as you cross your legs underneath you and remain floating in the air, sitting criss-crossed. "He doesn't show it around the six of you but he has his moments when his brows gets a little too tight and a few wrinkles shows up. It's a little cute."

"Cute?" Jungkook asks as he sits up as well, pillow laid in his lap with his attention fully on you.

"Ah, now that I think about it, the older owners are also like that."

"They are?"

You nod. "Mmn. But in front of you, the sixth and fifth owners, they tend to hide it well."

Well, he guesses he can't really blame them. The maknaes are better at showing their emotions openly, always spoiled by the hyungs, so it makes sense that they tend to hide their stresses away from them. When Jungkook thinks about it, he falls a bit sad.

"And sometimes I see them hugging each other." Your eyes light up as if you had just realized something. "Is that why you asked for a hug?" You look back at him, eyes widened with pure innocence. "Do hugs help humans in their times of stress?"

"Well everyone's different in how they cope but...I guess so."

"Does it help you?"

"Mmn."

"Then shall I hug you?" His face heats up instantly and when he hides half his face buried into the pillow, you fall confused. "Hey, owner, what're you doing? You're the one who asked for it in the first place!" You lean forward to try and grab the pillow away but he won't let go. "You're ridiculous!"

"You're ridiculous!"

"You asked for it and now you want to refuse?!"

"I never said that!"

"Then let me hug you! What's the problem?!"

God you were so clueless.

"Ah!" Your eyes light up once more and he wonders what you've realized this time. "Are you worried because I'll consider it a wish? Don't worry, I won't this time. So feel free to come and hug me as much as you want."

A smile so bright and innocent, you sit back to open your arms wide for him, totally clueless about anything else and Jungkook sits there, flustered and unsure of what to do.

But if he passes up this chance, will he ever be able to hug you ever again? He doesn't want to take that chance.

So picking up the courage with a small gulp, Jungkook steadies himself. He places his pillow off to the side and despite his cheeks still bright red, he closes his eyes and open his arms to go to you.

Yet a sudden force pushes him back and he falls onto the mattress with you wrapped up in his arms.

"I'm sorry! I couldn't wait any longer, I was just really excited for my first hug!"

Your first hug?

Oh god, he can feel his heart racing so fast he hopes you can't hear but knowing you, even if you did, you wouldn't question it or think anything of it.

"This is nice," he hears you sigh into his arms and feel you snuggling up to him. You don't know what you're doing to him. "Now I get why humans like hugs so much."

"R-right..."

"Speaking of! This is a great idea!" You sit up all of a sudden, leaving his arms and he looks up to find you looking rather very excited with both arms held at each side of him, face lit with a grin.

You're cute.

"I'll go hug the others!"

"What?"

Before he can even try to hold you back, you're off flying straight through the wall and he stands there in his room, defeated.

#🌸 asks

[yoonpobs]

bad boy good thing xvi.

pairing: jeon jungkook x oc

genre: angst, smut, fluff, miscommunication (we hate her lol), pining

warnings: jk and oc :(

words: 5, 820

summary: a series of drabbles where you’re confused and jungkook’s confusing

a/n:

at the end of the chap!!!

“Babe, you better close your lips,” Yena nudges your shoulders when the two of you approach the football field with treats of your own.

“I’m not … drooling,” you reply lamely, fingers clutching the bag of food and refreshments tightly in your grasp as if it would run away.

“I wasn’t talking about your mouth,” she smirks.

Your head snaps towards her in a flush, ears immediately turning red when she resorts to snickering at your scandalised expression. You thwack her on her shoulder, flustered at the cackles she’s releasing. The food in your hands remains unscathed, purely because you spent a good amount of time preparing it for the boys—knowing that they were entering an important season for their football games.

From where the two of you were walking from, you had a decent view of the football team sprawled across the field, likely resting from one of their many intensive practices. You weren’t concerned with anyone else, and given Jungkook’s flashy hair colour—it was only natural that your eyes immediately fell onto his figure. It also just so happened that Jungkook decided to take his break—shirtless.

You shake your head to snap out of your daydream, fully aware of the way that Yena shoots you a knowing smirk.

“Okay, shut up before you blow my cover,” you hiss.

“You’re telling me that when your face screams I want to lick the sweat of Jungkook’s pectorals—!”

You’re about to drop the food aside, fully ready to attack Yena who looks all too pleased with her teasing, but another voice interjects before you can do any real harm to your friend.

“Is Yena harassing you?”

Yena snaps her head to the source of the voice and immediately narrows her eyes at the smirking figure.

“Oh shut the fuck up, Min,” she snaps.

“Was I talking to you?” He rolls his eyes before turning over to give you a smile, “Hey, ____. Here to feed the dogs?”

You snort, casting a sideways glance to Yena who’s equal parts fuming and red—and you’re definitely sure that it wasn’t because of her apparent anger. The lingering glance that Yoongi rests on her figure with a fond smile tells you enough, and you hide the grin that threatens to appear on your face as you return a kind one to Yoongi.

“Spot on. You’re here to cover their practices?” You make small talk as the three of you make your way towards the football team, most of them too immersed in whatever Namjoon was saying to take note of your approaching figures.

He lets out a deep sigh before nodding, hands stuffed in his pockets.

“You wanted coverage for next months paper, didn’t you?” He teasingly accuses.

You duck your head in embarrassment, remembering the meeting you had with the student reporter union and your exact words. You did need an article written on the football team’s practices for publicity purposes, and you briefly remembered Yoongi and Yena bumping heads on multiple occasions on who was to cover it. Clearly, Yoongi won—or more appropriately, Yena surrendered due to his ‘irritating’ personality.

“I did,” you smile apologetically, “Hopefully it isn’t that bad.”

“All he does is complain,” Yena mutters under her breath.

Yoongi raises a brow with an amused smirk on his face.

“I would’ve been complaining less if I had someone accompanying me,” he says pointedly.

You briefly note the flush on Yena’s cheeks before she grumbles something incoherent under her breath, shoving a fist into Yoongi’s arm in retaliation as he snickers at her reaction. You smile to yourself, eyes turning fond when you realise that Yoongi doesn’t back away even as she bites. All he does is let her have her way, patiently sticking by her side while he placates her growls.

You reach the circle where the footballers were gathered as you quietly tiptoed your way towards the bleachers, setting the food down and taking them out so they could dig in right after they were done. You brought enough for the entire team—but you were still worried since they were male athletes who definitely had an appetite for victory and your sandwiches. You hoped it’d suffice.

Just as you’ve settled down, Jimin spots you when his head snaps up, offering you a wide grin along with nudges to Namjoon and Taehyung’s shoulder. The rest of the team follow the direction of his eyes, and you turn red at the sudden attention of all the men on you as you offer a meek wave, avoiding any real eye contact.

“You came!” Jimin hops towards you, immediately dragging you into a hug as he nuzzles his sweaty forehead into your neck.

You grimace and push him away, scrunching your face at the wetness that sticks to your skin at his contact.

“Ew, you stink,” you whine.

He rolls his eyes before he digs through the food, showing his true intentions on why he came over in the first place.

“And you are an angel,” he coos, pinching your cheeks while you smacked his hand away.

“How was practice?” You hum for the sake of conversation while you watch the boy scarf down your sandwiches like a starved man.

He looks up with stuffed cheeks, pausing in his chomps, “Brufal.”

You offer him a sympathetic smile before squeezing his shoulder.

“All in good time, right?”

He swallows, rolling his eyes in response.

“Said every optimist ever. I just want this season to be over so I can go back to pigging out.”

You snort but you don’t deny his statement. You watch him while he continues to munch on his meal. Something was fulfilling about watching him enjoy your preparations, and you were definitely the type to enjoy taking care of your friends. You were usually the friend that provided advice and comforted people whenever they were faced with a particularly difficult time, and you’ve heard on several occasions from both Jimin, Taehyung—and even Jungkook; that you somehow knew what to do, and say, whenever they were faced with a problem.

It’s nice, to see Jimin happy, and you note to visit more during their practices with food.

“You’re too nice, do you know?” A voice interjects.

You look up from Jimin to see Namjoon walking towards you, with Jungkook and Taehyung trailing behind him. You flush ever so slightly because you briefly remember the last time you saw Jungkook and what happened. It’s been busy for the both of you so you weren’t able to see him much on campus either.

“Stop saying that,” you scowl, “And eat up before Jimin shovels everything down this throat.”

You thrust a wrapped sandwich into his chest that he receives with a dimpled grin. Namjoon wraps a loose arm around your shoulder as thanks and you still grimace at the sweat that lingers on your skin—but you realise that it’s an inevitable part of the role you took, so you sigh and accept it.

“Let’s get married if we both don’t by 35,” Taehyung suggests the moment he’s handed a sandwich of his own as you raise a brow at his proposition.

“So I can make you sandwiches?”

“Yeah,” he nods.

“Sounds pretty misogynistic to me,” you snort, “Make your own damn sandwiches.”

“But they’re not the same,” he whines, “It’s your essence that makes it taste so much better!”

You laugh at his desperate explanation and the wiggle of his eyebrows at his insinuation. You’re thankful he doesn’t smother you with his sweat and only grants you a grateful mumble of appreciation before he’s joining his other brain cell on the bleachers, immediately bickering away about whatever topic they decided on for the day.

When Jungkook comes up for his turn, you can’t keep eye contact. Especially when he’s still in his shirtless glory while he looks at you with those eyes of his, paired with his cheeky grin. He knows exactly what he’s doing and you hate him for it.

“Where’s my sandwich?” He asks, propping himself right in front of you, leaving you no space to breathe or to move away from him.

“There,” you point to the bag rather than handing him one like you did with the rest, “Help yourself.”

Jungkook pouts, tilting his head to the side as he chases your expression to search for your eyes. You’re still avoiding his gaze, and you feel like you’re beginning to perspire at the way he’s blatant with his ogling. The two of you were in public, and your friends have sat a few metres away from you with the rest of his football team lingering nearby and somehow the idea of people seeing the two of you so close gives you anxiety.

“You’re not going to give me one?” He asks.

“You have perfectly usable hands,” you gesture, and you immediately regret it because when you turn to look at him—his arms flex under the ministration when he cages you in with his body.

You let out a yelp, head immediately darting to the side to see whether or not anyone else was paying attention. But your friends are still caught in their own conversation, except Yena who somehow has a sixth sense for your embarrassment—and shoots the two of you a sleazy wink before tonguing the inside of her cheek.

Jungkook catches this, and you’re mortified to see the way his eyebrow raises at Yena’s gesture.

“You gossiping about me to your friend?” He teases.

You know exactly what he’s referring to. You scowl in response, sticking your nose up while you glance in the other direction; away from his smirk.

“Gossiping entails that whatever I said was negative. So, do what you want with that information,” you shrug.

Jungkook tuts, shaking his head before he lets out an amused chuckle.

“Always so bratty,” he sighs, “That smart mouth of yours loves to run itself, hm?” The shift to a much huskier tone stuns you into silence because he’s suddenly much closer, more insinuative and daring with the way he leans his face closer to yours until you’re finding it hard to breathe.

“We’re in public, Jeon,” you hiss.

He snickers, “No one cares except for you.”

“I’m not about to give everyone a free show,” you saw pointedly.

Jungkook smirks, “Who said anything about a show? Can’t I just have you close to me without it meaning anything else?”

You freeze. You know Jungkook doesn’t mean it that way, but you suppose it’s the remnants of insecurity that lingers deep in the back of your mind that makes your heart drop ever so slightly. You know how he feels; how his words are meant to be a light jibe towards you. But your collateral mind can only ask, what if?

As if Jungkook’s picked up on the reason for your silence, or perhaps he was just that good at reading you and your body language, he frowns—immediately reaching a hand to your shoulder and squeezing it to get your attention.

“Hey,” he says softly, “I didn’t mean it like that.”

You feel bad that he has to clarify himself when you yourself wanted to have faith in him—you did. It was more so that you lacked that same faith in yourself. To be that someone to Jungkook even when he’s made it clear to you about he felt. But you knew Jungkook to be the type that jumped from one interest to another like he was flipping through a brochure, and you didn’t mean it maliciously either.

Jungkook just liked a lot of things and could do well in a lot of things too once his mind is set. You were just terrified if that’s all you were to him. A phase that he’s got to experience in his life because it was interesting to him now.

“Sorry,” you whisper, eyes darting to your feet, “I … I know. It’s just—I’m just overthinking. It’s dumb.”

He frowns, “If it’s bothering you it’s not dumb.”

You sigh.

“No, it is,” you emphasise, balling your fist by your side as he looks at you attentively. You hate yourself a little more for being so unsure. “I know you didn’t mean it like that. It’s just that my mind just—it just thinks the worst of every situation. I’m sorry.”

Jungkook doesn’t seem to appreciate the way you’re continuously apologising or avoiding his gaze, so he takes it up himself to reach out his hands to tilt your chin upwards so that you’re looking at him. He’s always loved looking at you, whether you were studying, driving, or even just daydreaming—he loved your eyes and he’d spend most of his days just staring at you.

“I want you. I always want you,” he says and it both takes your breath away and makes your heart pound rapidly against your ribcage, “Everything that I do with you means the world to me. You mean the world to me and I don’t want to fuck this up. I fucked up once and I—I don’t want to mess this up either. So please, if you’re bothered—tell me. I want to know. I want to ease any of your worries now because I wasn’t able to do that before.”

Jungkook speaks so softly that you may have missed the sincerity and desperation laced in his tone, the hushed utterance of his truth that only you were meant to hear. He looks at you so tenderly, so authentically that you feel your heart constrict both in want and guilt. The reassuring grasp of one hand on your hip while the other rests under your chin forces you to acknowledge his sincerity—his want, and most importantly; him.

He notices it before you do, and his thumb wipes under your eyes when you feel the first teardrop. Your face morphs into a wide-eyed expression when you quickly swipe under your eyes to erase the evidence of your heart worn on your face. But Jungkook doesn’t allow you to get far, and he uses his strength to stop your wrists—forcing you to peer up at him with red-rimmed and freshly-swollen eyes.

“Don’t hide from me,” he murmurs.

“Jungkook—” you protest, pushing his hands away but it only makes him clutch you tighter.

“Don’t,” he says firmly, “It’s okay. Just cry if you have to.”

Your face crumbles because Jungkook can be both strict but earnest at the same time. It was conflicting for you not because you didn’t know how you felt but because you cared too much about the prying eyes of others. Even now, when Jungkook only looks at you—your mind strays to the people that talk, to the people that stare and wonder. And you hate it.

“We’re in public, Jungkook,” you say softly through a shaky breath.

You put some distance between the two of you by taking a step back, and Jungkook notices. Of course, he does, especially when space he once felt warmth turns cold. He frowns because he would rather hold you close—show the world and everyone that he loved you. But your eyes stray away, darting everywhere but his face.

“I don’t care,” he huffs, “I want you.”

And no matter how many times he says it, the pessimistic side of you nags at your heart to keep it safe. To keep things under wraps so that you could avoid wandering or curious gaze; especially when anyone could see or say anything.

“I know,” you tell him.

Jungkook scoffs and your eyes shoot up when you realise that Jungkook’s annoyed. The tick in his jaw tells you enough, especially when he takes a step back—placing that distance between the two of you. It sucks when you’re on the receiving end of such coldness and you can’t imagine how Jungkook felt when you pushed him away.

“Do you?” He exasperates, “I’m patient. I am. I’ll wait for you; I told you that and I meant it,” he frowns, “But I just want to hold you. I wanted this for the longest of times and I don’t care where we are in this world because that’ll never make me stop wanting you. I want you when we’re apart, I want you when we’re together and I want you now. When will that be enough?”

Jungkook takes your breath away again, but for different reasons. This time, he sounds tired—desperate, almost. He rubs his hands across his face in frustration and you can tell he’s trying his best to level his breathing. You stand there silent, lips pursed as you mull over his words.

“It is enough,” you tell him, eyes peering up on your own; but this time Jungkook isn’t looking at you and it makes your heart clench. His eyebrows are furrowed and the only thing you can catch a glimpse of is the side of his face. “I just … people talk, Jungkook. I know you’re used to that but I’m not. I don’t like it when people are in my business.”

He scoffs, “And now it’s other people that are standing in between us?” Your eyes narrow at him but the clench of his jaw tells you that he’s not stepping down either, “I am, I’m used to people talking about me whether it be good or bad. And I know you don’t like it—I know,” he exasperates, “But when will we just be enough of a reason for you to take that leap of faith?”

“It’s not that easy—”

“Of course it isn’t!” He exclaims, “I’m not saying it is. I know I fucked up and it made things more complicated than they should be but I’m here now and I’m trying. I’m trying so hard to wait for you because I want to prove myself to you. But if all it takes is just people’s words to get in between us then I don’t know if it even matters anymore.”

You recoil at his words, eyes widening when he finally looks down at you. Jungkook doesn’t look angry. He looks tired, and he sounds tired. Your heart hurts because you don’t know how he feels when all this while you were within arms reaches but not quite. You had the reassurance from Jungkook and your friends that he wanted you—but somehow you couldn’t quite believe it. Was it your fault that you felt this way? Why did you feel this way?

“Jungkook …” you reach out to grab his arm, and he doesn’t push you away. But he doesn’t make an effort to hold your hand like he usually would and it made your stomach drop.

“I love you,” he whispers, “I can shout it on rooftops and announce it to the world if that’ll make you believe me. But when will my love be enough?”

“I want you too, Jungkook,” you reply, squeezing his arm tighter.

“Do you?” He sighs, “It’s hard for me too,” he says as his eyes flutter shut, “I can wait. But it hurts. It hurts because if you really wanted me then that’s all that should matter.”

“Wait, Jungkook—” you reach out to him when he pulls away from you and you feel your heart drop when he doesn’t look at you.

Maybe it was an act of desperation, or your mind telling you to not lose a good thing due to your rumination—but you use all the strength you have to tug him back to you because you couldn’t have Jungkook walk away from you. Not now, when your heart tells you to stop being afraid, to stop being stubborn.

“I need—” he begins with a sigh, but your eyebrows are furrowed in determination when you loop your arms around his neck to tug him down to your level.

And you kiss him.

You think it’s the first time that you’ve initiated a kiss, even when the two of you were messing around. It’d always been Jungkook who took the first step, an exception was your last interaction at your apartment. But if you looked harder, even through the hurt, Jungkook reached out first. Granted, it was never in the way that you wanted—but he always took the first leap, for you and the both of you.

When you kiss him, you feel him freeze under your hold, even when you press your lips harder against his. You don’t think about the consequences, you don’t think about your friends who are likely witnessing your first public display of affection with Jungkook, and you definitely don’t think about the way that the rest of his football teammates gawk at the two of you.

It feels scary—but right. And that’s all that should’ve mattered.

When you pull away, you’re breathing heavy, peering your eyes up to Jungkook who’s stunned to silence with a gape in his mouth.

“I’m sorry,” you blurt.

You briefly see from the corner of your eye the way that Yena is squeezing Yoongi’s arm who looks as surprised as the boy in front of you. You even see Namjoon, with a hint of a smile on his face even as he looks away. Your heart clenches in guilt, but you’ve spent far too long hurting yourself and Jungkook.

“I didn’t mean to pressure you into this,” Jungkook whispers, brushing a thumb over your cheek.

“You … you didn’t,” you assure him with a small smile before you nibble on your lips. “You’re right. This—us—it should’ve been enough for me.” You tell him as he observes you with gentle eyes, “And it is. It’s always been but I’ve always been afraid and honestly? I still am. I’m terrified because this is new for me and I don’t know what’s going to happen.”

“I know,” he murmurs, pulling you closer as your arms still rest loosely around his neck, “I’m scared too. But it’s worth it. You’re worth it.”

You turn a pretty shade of red when you duck your head to avoid his fond gaze. He chuckles when you do so, endeared by your embarrassment even if you were the one that reached out first—to proclaim your affection with your kiss.

But some moments don’t last forever, and they’re not meant to. So when a third party interjects and snaps you out of your little bubble with Jungkook, you freeze.

“You sure she isn’t a two-timer, Jeon?” Jeonghan, who you briefly remember seeing at some of the football games, interjects with a raised brow as he leans on the railings of the bleachers.

You still, immediately loosening your grip around Jungkook’s neck and he realises your hesitancy—sees the fear that erupts just when you found the courage to take that first step.

“What?” You whisper.

Jungkook shoots his teammate a blazing glare that you don’t catch because you’re too busy avoiding his gaze, the attention causing the heat to rise on your cheeks and the sweat to accumulate by your hairline and on your body.

“Dude—it’s not worth it,” he snorts, “What next? She sleeps her way through the entire team?”

Your face drops, and Jungkook finally lets go of you. Your eyes widen because you think for a second that he believes his teammate, that Jeonghan has managed to somehow lure his way into the depths of Jungkook’s mind to plant that seed of doubt within his already muddled mind.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Jungkook asks with a menacing glare.

You’re frozen, but Namjoon is quickly at your side—concern etched on his face after Yena noticed the tension arising from your corner. Jimin and Taehyung are right behind him, observing the situation as they see Jungkook’s chest heaving when he stares his teammate down.

“I’m just saying,” Jeonghan shrugs, shooting you a knowing glance, “Wasn’t she fucking captain?”

“Jeonghan,” Namjoon intervenes, voice stern.

“What?” He raises his hand in defence, “Weren’t you about to ask her out?”

You hate this. You hate the attention and hate how he speaks about you as if you weren’t standing there—mortified. You especially hate the way that the rest of the team filters where the tension begins to escalate. They’re curious, for sure—at how their captain and their best player is suddenly caught in this dilemma with Jeonghan as the instigator.

“That has nothing to do with you,” Namjoon narrows his eyes at him in response.

Jeonghan snorts, “Um. It kind of does. You bailed on us for her,” Jeonghan states pointedly, “And now she’s locking lips with the golden boy here. She played you, man.”

Before Namjoon can respond, Jungkook takes a threatening step towards Jeonghan as he basically towers over him. Your hair stands on your arms as you can more or less tell where this is going, especially with the way that Jungkook’s fists clench by his sides.

“Jungkook—” you squeak, hands reaching out to rest on his shoulder.

You snap out of it, purely because you know that Jungkook’s pissed. His ears are red and his jaw is clenched, and you don’t want to know what’ll happen if you remained stagnant any longer.

“Stay out of this,” he snaps.

You blink, and even Namjoon looks taken aback. Jimin has concern written all over his features as he steps forward, likely attempting to mitigate the situation.

“Jungkook, don’t be stupid,” Jimin berates.

Jungkook turns around and all you see behind his usual doe-eyed gaze is now a fire that burns and is threatening to blaze anything in its way. And right now, Jungkook’s glaring at Jimin like he’s a rock in his journey.

“You’re going to let him say that shit about her?” Jungkook snaps.

“What’s fighting him going to do?” Jimin exasperates, eyebrows furrowed, “Don’t dig yourself a deeper hole and calm the fuck down. We have a game in two weeks and starting something now won’t do any of us good.” He raises his voice towards the end as he glares at every single person who has so happened to crowd around the lot of you to see what was happening, “Did you not hear what I said? Mind your own fucking business!”

The rest of the team murmurs amongst themselves, not before shooting you a disparaging glance that makes you feel uneasy. You look away because that’s the best you could do, fingers resting limply by your sides while you shift behind Jimin as if he was able to protect you from the wandering stares.

It was your exact fear, and somehow fate seems to hate you with the way your dream-like state with Jungkook is immediately ruined with your fears being proven.

Taehyung and Yena are by your side, looking at you with worry as you avoid their gaze. Your mind is louder, though you catch the lecture that Jungkook’s getting from Jimin for almost fighting Jeonghan. Even if nothing happened—the indents of Jungkook’s fingernails on his palm proves enough of what could happen if it weren’t for Jimin, or Namjoon, intervening.

“God, he’s such a fucking asshole,” Yena grumbles, pulling you to her side as she rubs your shoulder soothingly.

You say nothing, and you briefly see Yoongi walking over; offering you an apologetic glance that you mildly acknowledge.

“You okay?” Taehyung asks softly.

You sigh, fiddling with your fingers as you look over your shoulders to see Jungkook already staring at you.

“I want to be,” you reply, “But I fucked things up.”

Yena frowns, “Don’t say that.”

“But it’s true,” you exasperate, “If I hadn’t led Namjoon on or—if I just didn’t … if I just didn’t feel the way I did for Jungkook then—”

“And then what?” Jungkook’s voice snaps you out of your rambling as you turn around to see him furrowing his brows at you.

“Jungkook—” you reach out to him, again. He only flinches in response.

“If you didn’t feel the way you did for me and then what?” He whispers voice frustrated, “Then you’d get to protect yourself?”

“Jungkook,” Taehyung says sternly, eyes warning.

He pays him no mind, however, as you continue to blink up at him.

“That’s not what I meant,” you defend.

“What do you mean, then?” Jungkook snaps, “Because five minutes ago we had this exact same conversation—and then you kissed me—and now it’s like we’re back to square one. So what do you actually mean because I can’t keep trying to come up with my own answers!”

“That’s what I mean, Jungkook!” you frown, gesturing your arms wildly towards the team who’s all grouped together a good distance from where you were, “That. People talking. God, I want you too but I can’t live with the constant hypotheticals of people wondering how the fuck you could ever be with someone that apparently slept with your captain.”

“I don’t care about what people say!” He says vehemently, stepping closer to you.

The rest of your friends observe silently as they all exchange looks, shifting away to give you some privacy. You were so confused, and tired—and you didn’t even care if you were in public anymore and that people could see the argument brewing between you and Jungkook.

“I know you don’t,” you snap, “But not everything is about how you feel, Jungkook. You can live your life because everyone’s going to be pointing figures at me. Not you. It’s because it’s my name that’s being thrown around like I’m some—like I’m some whore who can’t keep her legs closed and—”

“Don’t fucking say that,” Jungkook snarls.

“—it’s what people are saying!” You cry, “Jungkook. Just a month ago you were with Jennie and I was somehow with Namjoon. What … what will people think?”

“So that’s what you’re afraid of?” He laughs dryly.

“What—?”

“You’re afraid because of what other people may think?” He repeats your words back to you, standing closer as you shift back, eyes avoiding his heavy gaze.

“I’m scared of a lot of things, Jungkook,” you say softly.

“I want to be there for you,” he tells you, voice softer than the previous harsh tone he took, “Me risking my position on this team just now? Yeah, that’s what I would do to protect you. I know people will talk and I know it sucks because your name is thrown in the loop—but you have me. You have Namjoon, Jimin, Taehyung and Yena. We all would do anything to protect you so why are you still so afraid?”

Jungkook’s beginning to sound more desperate, especially with the way he’s somehow clutching on your elbows as if you’d slip away.

“I”—what were you afraid of? You seemed to have all the answers earlier, and even after Jungkook’s pleas, you find yourself hesitating. The anxiety of people looking at the two of you and wondering how the hell could it work—or whether or not you were set on breaking Jungkook’s heart; and vice versa. You remember the names of people who’s ever questioned your friendship and if there was something more. You remember Sana, harmlessly saying that it seemed impossible for the two of you to be together.

The entire time, fear plagues your mind, and you can’t give Jungkook an answer because it’s more than just people. It was you. It was you being terrified that you weren’t enough and that he’d see how imperfect you were compared to the girl he thinks he loves. You weren’t the smart, independent girl that participated in every club on campus. You were … small. You were fragile and weak, and insecure.

“I can’t keep doing this,” he says defeatedly, resting his forehead on the crown of your head.

Your heart drops.

“Please don’t say that,” you croak.

You feel the lump in your throat grow, and when you look up—you see a pained expression painting Jungkook’s face.

“I don’t want to say that,” he whispers right before he reaches up to clutch your face in his hands, “But I think I need to.”

“You don’t!” You cry, your own arms reaching out to clutch at the collar of the fresh shirt he’s managed to throw on.

“This doesn’t change the fact that I love you,” he reminds you gently.

You hate that you’re crying. The hot, wet tears that flow down your cheeks is a reminder of your vulnerability. Of how much control Jungkook has over your feelings.

“Why does it sound like you’re breaking up with me,” you cry.

He smiles, soft and half-hearted as he pulls you into a hug.

“We aren’t together,” he reminds you. Your heart clenches because you could’ve been.

“I …” you want to say that you could be. You want to tell him that you want him. And you do. But your mouth doesn’t move when all you can hear is sobs escaping you.

“Think about it, okay?” He murmurs, brushing your hair out of your face so that you wouldn’t end up crying all over the strands of hair uncomfortably, “If you … if you’re still afraid. That’s okay. We can be friends, and I can pretend like this never happened. I’ll always respect your decision.”

“But …”

He shushes you gently, wiping at your tears.

“I told you. I’ll wait for you—but I can only do that if you want me to,” he says sadly, “I love you. I do. I spent the past seven years of my life loving you, but I need to know if you feel the same.”

“I do!” You immediately respond, eyes wide.

He shakes his head with a small laugh, “You may love me. But love isn’t always enough.”

His words are heartbreaking, and you feel yourself crumble all over again. But your mind isn’t clear and you’re overwhelmed with emotion. Jungkook’s still looking at you gently like he always had. But it seems different.

“Let me take you home first, yeah?” He whispers.

You stop his movements when he reaches out to pick at your belongings as you grab a hold of his hand.

He turns to look at you with a raised brow and you notice how tired and sunken his eyes look. Your heart clenches for the millionth time and you just want to—

“Can I kiss you?”

It’s funny that you’re the one asking that question. When weeks ago it was him in that same position. You realise how vulnerable Jungkook must’ve felt when he posed you with the same question because you feel the exact same. You feel like your heart is on the floor, exposed to everyone as they examine the ins and outs of your feelings.

Jungkook looks at you softly, before pulling you to his chest and pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

And like always, Jungkook can’t say no to you.

a/n:

hi babes!!!! new chapter is up and oc and jk are :-(

im sorry for the angst!!!!! but things aren't always great between the two 🥺

i hope you enjoyed this chapter even tho yall may be cursing at me rn 🤣 but i do hope that you see oc's internal struggles with accepting everything and pursuing a potential relationship w jk despite her 'obvious' feelings towards him

as always, let me know what you think in my asks!!! love you all - and have a lovely day ahead of you ❤️

#bad boy good thing #bbgt #bts #bts fics #bts series #bts angst #bts fluff #bts fanfic #bts smut #bts jungkook #jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook #jungkook smut #jungkook fic #jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #jungkook series

[park-jimin-isnt-real]

“edge of tonight” part two ~ the bar

pairing: namjoon x reader (lots of platonic ot7 x reader) rating: T 16+ genre: mafia au, angst this part: Jimin meets you at the bar. tw: mafia!au, lots of swearing, jimin has no chill, alcohol consumption, a lot of sexual things are mentioned but nothing explicit actually happens (edging, overstimulation, specifically trying to get laid) word count: ~2.7k track #3: Canals ~ All Time Low: "You are so misleading." the edge of tonight masterlist

Jimin sipped at his fourth drink of the night, his back against the bar, eyes scanning the crowd for nothing in particular. He wasn't working tonight, which was rare for the charmer. They had several jobs in the works and he was usually out and about collecting various pieces of information. Tonight, though, he was free to sleep with whoever he wanted without his job looming over his dick.

Jungkook had asked him once how he got info out of people by only having sex with them. Jimin simply smirked. "People will tell you anything if you edge them long enough. And overstimulation is the best kind of torture." The maknae stared, a look in his eyes that said he regretted asking, blinked, shook his head, and walked away.

Thoughts of the youngest made Jimin down the rest of his drink, finishing it in one gulp. It had been a few weeks since you'd shot Jungkook, and although he was healing just fine, Jimin still couldn't find it in himself to not be pissed. Yeah, okay, you were Namjoon's long-lost girlfriend or whatever, returned from the grave or something. That didn't give you a pass to fucking shoot his little brother, despite what his little brother said!

This was the only family Jimin had, and he'd be damned if he let some fucking ghost take any of it away.

He turned around sighing, signaling to the bartender for another drink when he felt a buzz in his pocket. Sliding the phone out, he glanced at Taehyung's name before answering. "Yeah?"

"Are you okay?"

The question only slightly threw Jimin off. The two had been friends for, well, for longer than Namjoon had been looking for you; so Tae having some kind of sixth sense telling him that something was up with Jimin wasn't that strange.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Because you've been out for over an hour and I still haven't gotten your usual 'I'm scoring tonight' text with an address to pick you up at later."

A wry smile lit up Jimin's face. When Jin had asked him where he was going tonight his response was simply, "I need alcohol in my blood and a dick in my ass." The eldest told him to be home before 1 AM and left him to his own devices. Jimin didn't spiral often, but when he did alcohol and sex were the only things that saved him. It had been like that since high school.

"Your game off tonight man? What's going on?"

"My game's not off," Jimin muttered, but they both knew Taehyung was right. Jimin's only goal for the night was to get all these thoughts out of his head with a solid bang (or two), but he couldn't find anyone to bang until he got all these thoughts out of his head! He sighed and was about to ask for a ride home, when he overheard something from the other end of the bar.

"Just water, please, thank you," a woman's voice said. Jimin glanced over, because who the fuck comes to a bar and just orders water? Then Jimin did a double-take.

"Holy shit."

“What?”

Part of Jimin didn’t really believe that it was you who shot Jungkook that night. He thought it was some girl who looked a lot like you – that wasn’t the first time Jungkook had “found” you – and that’s why he was so angry about the whole thing, Jungkook got hurt for nothing. He was in Yoongi’s camp: you were probably dead, and that was that. But that was all before he saw you sitting across the bar from him.

See, Jimin had never seen you before, outside the picture, but somehow he still knew that was you, and he suddenly understood what Jungkook had experienced that night. He watched as you gazed around the room, eyes never resting long before darting to something new, a constant pout on your lips. It was mesmerizing.

“Dude, Chim, talk to me. Don’t leave me hanging!”

“Tae,” Jimin gulped, voice barely audible over the phone. He took a deep breath before repeating the words Jungkook used that night. “I found her.”

All he heard on the other line was rustling, then the telltale sound of keys and a car door slamming. “Which bar are you at?”

“Mine, dumbass.” He looked away from you, he had to look away from you. He was going to do something stupid if he didn’t. “Don’t break too many traffic laws.”

Tae gave a dry laugh. “As if the cops would pull me over. Be there in fifteen.” The line went dead, and Jimin was left staring a hole into the counter. Fifteen minutes.

Fifteen minutes was a long time to wait. A long time to think.

The first problem was Jimin was already four and a half drinks down. On a normal night, he could hold his liquor better than any of the other members (Jungkook and Jin were close seconds though); but Jimin was specifically trying to get trashed tonight, so he went hard, fast. What he normally didn’t experience until 11 or 12 drinks in, he was starting to feel after nearly five.

The second problem was you.

See, Jimin had never seen you before, outside the picture, and that picture was taken ten years ago. Time passes. Things change. People grow. Jimin had always thought you looked good back then, he could understand why Namjoon was so into you. But holy fuck those ten years had been kind to you. You were still a girl in the picture, but now? Now you were a woman.

When he realized his gaze had gone back to you, Jimin jerked his head down, hoping you hadn’t noticed his staring yet. A voice inside him kept telling him to stop, stop looking at her like that, stop thinking about her like that. You weren’t his. He had no right.

Or, did he?

For a moment, Jimin swore he actually had an angel and a devil sitting on his shoulders, whispering in his ears.

Stop it. It’s not right. She’s Namjoon’s.

Is she though? It’s been ten years. That’s a looooong time to go without seeing someone you claim you’re in love with.

It’s disrespectful, not only to her but to Namjoon. Your boss. Your brother.

She hasn’t met you yet. She doesn’t know that you know Namjoon, and she doesn’t need to find out. On top of that, it’s been too long for him to have that kind of claim on her. Namjoon might be hers, but she isn’t Namjoon’s.

This doesn’t even count as an unknown, ‘casual’ fuck. You know everything about her!

You know everything about who she used to be, not who she is now. You can get that information out of her the best way you know how to. And maybe even get some revenge for what she did to Kook along the way.

Well damn. Hard to fight that logic. Jimin finished his fifth drink of the night, then reached into his pocket for his wallet. He always kept a mint or two on him for occasions such as this. The cooling effect of the menthol helped sober him up a bit too, but not enough to consider that what he was about to do was a very bad idea.

The third problem: Taehyung wasn’t there yet. Or maybe that was more of a blessing, because that meant he couldn’t be the voice of reason and drag Jimin away. He glanced at his watch and smirked. He still had plenty of time before his best friend got there.

He did wait until you weren’t looking in his direction before moving, taking quiet steps to where you were. Slipping into the barstool next to yours, he propped his elbow on the counter and leaned his head against his hand.

“Can I ask you something?”

Your head snapped towards his, eyes wide, and goddammit if it didn’t make you more attractive. Jimin didn’t wait for your reply before continuing.

“What’s a pretty woman like you, doing in a place like this, dressed like that—” he looked you up and down again, taking in your large red sweater, dark jeans, and black ankle booties, that somehow all enticed him and left so much to his (very active) imagination, “—ordering water?”

Something similar to a smile crept onto your face, but it didn’t quite look right. “Some of us like to keep our wits about them,” you responded, taking a sip of said non-alcoholic beverage to emphasize your point. “You think I’m pretty?”

“Prettiest one I’ve seen here all night.” Jimin smiled, leaning a touch closer.  God your voice was just as sexy as you were. He would happily listen you to read the dictionary, and he’d still probably get off on it. If he could get you to agree to leave with him before Taehyung showed up, he’d set a new personal record.

You mirrored his posture, head resting on your delicate hand. Jimin’s pants were starting to feel a bit uncomfortable. “Well then, what’s a stranger like you, doing in a place like this, dressed like that—” you look him over, raising an eyebrow at his all-black getup, eyes lingering on his leather jacket, “—talking to me?”

“Honestly?” He glanced down, as if he were shy, as he'd been caught. “Trying to get laid.”

Something similar to a laugh left your mouth, but it didn’t sound quite right. “And you think I’m the kind of person to just sleep with any random stranger who approaches me at a bar?”

“Is that not why people go to bars?” It was the only reason he ever ventured into them, especially his own. “To get drunk and then fuck whatever stranger their buzzed-out mind thinks is most attractive?”

“Perhaps, but,” you held up your water glass once more, “I’m not planning on getting drunk.” You took another sip, longer and slower this time, making direct eye contact with him the entire time. Jimin had to get you two out of here, he was about to lose it.

“So what do I have to do to get you in bed?”

You shook your head at him, looking down to your lap. “Are you always this desperate?”

“Are you always this gorgeous?”

“No, contrary to popular belief, I do not ‘wake up like this.’” You were beginning to get annoyed, and although the slight edge in your voice still turned him on, he knew he didn’t have long to save this.

He sighed, sitting up, looking away. “Look, I’m sorry,” he told you earnestly. “My game’s been off for a while now. There’s a lot of drama going on at home right now,” not a lie, “and I was hoping to find something tonight to help get me outta my own head, you know?” Also not a lie. “You really are the prettiest one here though. You’re beautiful.” Most definitely not a lie.

Jimin met your eyes again and fought to keep his pout from turning into a smirk at the soft look you were giving him. It was working.

“You wanna talk about it?”

He shook his head at your offer. “Nah, I already unloaded all of it onto the bartender. Got some solid life advice, now I’m just trying to score.”

“Hmm.”

Jimin was typically one to fill the silence, not one to just let the moment rest, but something about sitting in it with you wasn’t half-bad. He could see why Namjoon would want to keep you around. He watched you from his peripheral, still not wanting to scare you off, but not willing to let you get away either.

“You know,” you started, and Jimin turned his head to give you his full attention. “You are pretty cute yourself – when you aren’t trying too hard.”

He cocked his eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. “You think I’m cute?”

“One of the cutest I’ve seen tonight,” you affirmed, finishing your water.

“Only one of?” Jimin pouted. “Not the?”

You point to something behind him. “Your, uh, friend there is giving you a run for your money.”

“Friend, what—”

“HI.”

“Ahh!!”

Jimin jumped at Taehyung’s sudden appearance, nearly falling off the barstool. Though his friend wore a relaxed expression, a natural smile on his face, his eyes were raging and Jimin knew he was in for it as soon as they were alone.

“Fuck, when’d you get here?” Jimin asked, heart still pounding, hand on his chest, eyes wide.

“Just barely,” Taehyung lied. He’d been there since you asked if Jimin ‘wanted to talk about it,’ whatever it was. Tae knew that Jimin had his issues, but trying to ‘score’ with their boss’s, friend’s, and brother’s girl was just plain messed up, even for him. He turned his attention towards you. “Sorry about him, he hasn’t been bothering you, has he?”

“Not much,” you responded. “We were actually just starting to get to the good part.” The fact that you were thinking about agreeing to sleep with Jimin set off so many alarms in Tae’s mind, the biggest one being if you were considering it, then Jimin must not have mentioned that he and Namjoon knew each other, because if you knew you would’ve been long gone by this point.

“I think we can still get there,” Jimin smirked, turning back to you, spurred on by the knowledge that you were thinking about getting with him. Plus, he had already dug his grave at this point. “I’ve got a place pretty close by—”

“Actually, I’m gonna need to take Jimin out of here,” Taehyung interrupted, hands coming down on his friend’s shoulders, a silent warning to shut the fuck up. “We have a thing to get to, and we don’t wanna be late.”

You raised an eyebrow at the newcomer. “You have a thing to go to at 11:30 at night?”

“No, it’s in the morning, but if Jimin here stays out much later or has one more drink, he’s gonna crash until 2 in the afternoon and I can’t let him do that. I gotta be a good friend, you know?” Lies came as naturally to Taehyung as the truth did to Jimin.

It surprised both of them how easy you relented. “Well, I suppose I should support a good solid friendship. They’re rare these days.” You stood and pulled a few bills from your back pocket, leaving them on the counter next to your empty glass. “Maybe next time.”

You sauntered away before Jimin could say anything else, leaving the bar entirely. Taehyung took your seat, hands still firmly on Jimin, keeping him there and not chasing after you like he knew his friend wanted to. Jimin groaned, knowing what was coming next.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

Now that you were gone, and Jimin was finally coming down from his high (if he could even call it that), he began to feel the effects of the alcohol again, and preferred that feeling to the one Taehyung was trying to shove down his throat.

“She doesn’t actually belong to Joon, Tae,” Jimin slurred, poorly explaining his very sad thought process.

“That doesn’t fucking matter, and you know that. I don’t know what drunk you convinced yourself of, but even if she’s not officially taken, you don’t go after your friend’s ex, especially behind their back.” Taehyung finally let him go, only to run his hands through his hair in frustration. This wasn’t the only reason he was so upset.

Taehyung wanted to meet you. He wanted to sit down and talk. He wanted to find the balance between Jimin’s “she hurt my family and therefore she’s pure evil” perspective, and Namjoon’s “she could do no wrong ever in her life” perspective. They were both wrong. Although after tonight, Tae wasn’t sure exactly what Jimin’s perspective of you was.

That’s why he rushed over here so quickly, telling Jimin fifteen minutes instead of the ten it actually was, and breaking several traffic laws to do so. And now he’s really glad he did, because he just stopped the biggest mistake Jimin ever could have made from happening.

Tae sighed. “Come on, dipshit, let’s get you home.” He stood and pulled Jimin along with him. The elder boy pouted, dragging his feet all the way to the car.

“But I never got a dick in my ass,” he whined as he climbed into the passenger seat, still semi-hard. The image of you sitting there was still in his mind, despite Tae’s words.

Taehyung glared at him from the driver’s side, turning the car on. “I think you’ve fucked yourself enough for one night.” The drive home was silent.

I'm so sorry I wrote Jimin like this, but it was necessary for future plot things! I still hope you enjoyed it though. Let me know what you think! Which member will find her next? Thank you for reading!! I love you 💜🥰 and a special thank you to my teeny tiny (but slowly growing) taglist!! Let me know if you want to be added! @illnevertrustmyselfagain @misschino @youlook-likehell @dany-but-not-targaryen @nyx-goddess-of-choas @fangirl125reader @wordsaremyswords @clowdyblue​

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[jiminsprites]

bts boys taking care of y / n while she is pregnant

jungkook

jungkook knows nothing about having a child

hormonal changes ? okay . . . morning sickness ? what's that ? weird cravings ? aren't you always in the mood for pickles with chocolate syrup in the middle of the night ?

you kind of have to boss him around because he's so clueless

telling him to bring you ice cream and rub your feet and take you back and forth to your appointments

once you've whipped him into shape , though , the boy is a quick learner

taehyung

while he knows a bit more than jk about pregnant women, his knowledge is still limited

taehyung would constantly be asking if you're okay , how you are , " what can i get for you ? "

attentive but not overbearing

he takes a lot of pictures while you're pregnant , so the two of you will have some memories

and you know he'll be taking even more once the baby's here

jimin

jimin is attentive and sweet of course

but you are horny as fuck while you're pregnant

and that's where jimin really shines

he has so much stamina he can go all day for you

not to mention how willing he is to make you cum over and over on his tongue

* bonus : jimin loves sucking on your nipples while you're pregnant because they're so sensitive - " i'm gonna have to say sorry to our baby once they're here ; i'm going to steal all their milk ~ . "

namjoon

definition of a ' high value man '

cleans everything , does the dishes and the laundry , constantly doordashes your favorite food

whenever you see him cleaning , you go to stand up and join . " shit , sorry , babe . i don't mean to be so lazy . "

" lazy ? baby, you're pregnant . " he eases you immediately back down to the sofa

the best thing about namjoon is that he isn't just like this when you're pregnant ; he's like this all the time ♡

hoseok

hands down the perfect father & husband

he be building shit with his own two hands ; cribs , baby carriers , high seats

not to mention painting the entire nursery himself

and bringing you things before you even have to ask for them

it's like he has a sixth sense - " babe , i could just tell you were craving more oreos so i brought you some . and a few painkillers because i know you've been getting headaches recently "

yoongi

yoongi spends all his time talking to the baby

crouching down low over you , putting his mouth right next to your belly

“ this is your mom . “ he pats your stomach . “ and i’m gonna be your dad . . . “

he glances up at you . “ we have to pick a name soon . “

“ why so soon ? “

“ so i can call our baby by her name when we have these little conversations . “

jin

this man is ecstatic that you're pregnant

like balls to the wall excited

on amazon every chance he gets , every other sentence out of his mouth is " i think we should get this for the baby "

not to mention your weird cravings give him an opportunity to experiment in the kitchen in ways he never has before

" can't say i've ever made ramyeon with candy before , but how hard could it be , right ? "

#bts #bts smut #headcanon #y / n #jimin smut #oc x yoongi #oc x namjoon #oc x taehyung #oc x jimin #oc x jungkook #oc x hoseok #oc x jin #pregnancy hc

[bts-weverse-trans]

201128 Weverse Magazine ‘BE’ Comeback Interview - Namjoon

RM: “I spend a lot of time thinking about where I am now” BTS BE comeback interview 2020.11.28

The story of BTS’ new album BE started on April 17, 2020 when group member RM announced its production on the BANGTANTV YouTube channel. In the seven months that followed until the album’s release, RM’s mind was full, his thoughts flowing in and out of his head.

How do you feel about the unique approach you took to making your new album, BE? RM: The other members were a ton of help to me. My lyrics made it on the album, but the music I composed didn’t, so I’m really thankful to the group for the music. How should I say this? I feel like everyone is doing a great job. There are so many parts in these songs that I’m indebted to them for. “Stay” was originally going to be the title song on Jung Kook’s mixtape, but everyone liked it so much, and they all agreed to put that on our album. That’s how much influence they had. I’m really happy my room idea was chosen to be the album photos. Since we’re spending a lot of time in our rooms because of COVID-19, we laid out the idea of each of us decorating a room in our own style. I can’t remember for sure (laughs) but I think I’m the one who came up with that. I made a comfortable room, one that’s modern and warm because that’s what I like.

There’s a painting in the middle, and symmetrically arranged figurines. RM: The figures are from my own collection. I wanted to show one of my paintings, but that didn’t pan out. But still, those are the things I hold most dear to me right now, so I let the room embody the things I wish I had, too.

It’s well known that you like art and frequent exhibitions, but how do you feel when you look at art in your home or another space where there are no people, like in the album art? RM: Someone said, “You don’t have to buy this painting; it’s yours so long as you’re looking at it.” That’s my favorite sound bite these days. What I most envied about painters was that, even after they died, their work would be hanging up somewhere, maybe even in another country, still defining that space. Musicians leave behind their songs and videos, too, but it’s only through fine art that viewers in the future are able to completely meet artists from the past. I’m envious that this is only possible for painters. These days I’m trying to find spaces where I can have more relaxed viewing experiences.

There’s a full experience involved, from the time you get ready to leave your house until the time you’re actually looking at artwork in the gallery. RM: That’s perfect to me. There’s art you can keep at home, and then there’s art that should always be viewed in museums.

What effect do you think that type of experience has on your music? You didn’t compose any of the songs but instead participated in writing the lyrics to all of the tracks. Did that experience affect your lyric writing in any way? RM: I think it’s helped me develop a way of thinking using all the senses. I used to be attuned to speech and focus on language and auditory textures, but now I can look at my thoughts from many different angles. That’s why I spend more time studying art now. I’m waiting for the day that it all comes to the surface, like when you paint the base on a canvas over and over so the colors pop. It’s hard to answer in one word if it has a direct influence on my work, but I think people who create music develop a way of seeing the world through their personal experience and their creative process. Painters naturally exhibit their art over a very long period of time. I think it gave me an eye for looking at the world in one long, continuous stroke. So now it’s become a little challenging for me to write lyrics these days. I’ve become more cautious.

Why is it so challenging? RM: I used to have so many ideas pouring out that it was hard to pluck one out. So I would stack them up like a Jenga tower and ponder over which one to remove. But now, it’s hard to even add a block to the stack. I’m not sure why but, when I look at these artists whose works span their entire lives, I sense that the rhythm of my creativity is slowing down more and more. That’s the source of my dilemma. I’m only 27 years old. I still need to wander around and get tripped up a little. But am I just trying to imitate what the fine artists are doing? Or maybe BTS experienced so much in the past seven years, that now it’s time for us to take a breather? I’ve got so many questions, I feel like my hair’s turning white. That’s why none of my songs are on the album. I wrote some, but they were too personal to use there. I don’t exactly like myself like this, but I have to see through to the end in this direction and find the answer.

Maybe for that reason, your rapping has shifted focus to the lyrics more so than trend or musicality. It emphasizes the feeling of the words over a particular format or beat. RM: Exactly. In—was it 2017? Pdogg was talking to Yoongi, Hobi and me about our style, and said, “Namjoon, it feels like you’re becoming a lyricist,” and it really stuck with me. I have a lot of thoughts lately when I watch Show Me the Money or listen to hip hop songs from the Billboard chart. My music started out all about my life as a rapper, so I spend a lot of time thinking about where I am now.

So you’ve started to ask yourself who you are as a musician? RM: I listened to Lee So-ra’s seventh album again today. I keep changing my mind but, if I had to pick between her sixth and seventh album, I like her seventh a little more. And then I listen to the most popular songs on Billboard, and I feel kind of thrown off. Um … There’s something Whanki Kim said that’s been running around in my head lately: After moving to New York, he embraced the style of artists like Mark Rothko and Adolf Gottlieb, but then he said, “I’m Korean, and I can’t do anything not Korean. I can’t do anything apart from this, because I am an outsider.” And I keep thinking that way, too. That’s my main concern lately.

You can feel that on BE. As the members take on more prominent roles as songwriters and producers, characteristics of old Korean music—the kind of music you likely listened to in middle and high school—gradually entered your sound. But your music isn’t from that era, and it sounds like pop, but not quite. RM: The sound has to fit with the whole album so I couldn’t incorporate that feel into BTS songs, but the songs I’m listening to most lately have been Korean. Songs like P-Type’s “Don Quixote,” Dead’P’s “Spread My Wings,” Soul Company’s album The Bangerz. The impressions the songs from back then have left on me, the lyrics from back then and the lyrics from now, they’re different. So BE is both Korean and pop; it’s very unique, in my view.

I think that’s especially true for “Life Goes On.” It’s got a pop melody, but compared to “Dynamite,” it has a very different feel. It doesn’t slip deep into the sentimental, instead allowing the melody to flow naturally. RM: Exactly. The chorus is totally pop, and one of the writers was also American. But the song doesn’t really follow American music trends, weirdly. So I don’t know how “Life Goes On” is going to be received. It’s really calm, almost contemplative. So there’s lyrics, like, “Like an echo in the forest,” and, “Like an arrow in the blue sky.” The song kind of feels like that: It could just float off and disappear. It might even come off as bland next to “Dynamite.”

If nothing else, it seems the song will stick around for a long time. Maybe kids now will listen to it later on in the future. RM: I hope so. That’s the one thing I really hope for, people in the future, thinking back and saying, “Oh, right! Remember that one song?” That’s what my favorite artists and other people who leave a lasting impression on me have in common. One thing common among the songs that have affected me a lot, like Lee So-ra’s seventh album, is that the lyrics they utter in their voice along with the overall sound stick with me. I hope when people look back, my words uttered with the sound of my voice, echoes for a long time in an auditory or visual way, or even throughout their entire lives. But that’s the dilemma: We have all these bling-bling symbols of our success, but we’re not that kind of team.

And yet, BTS’s career path is even more “bling-bling” than ever. “Dynamite” was the top song on the Billboard Hot 100. RM: I was the first one to check our position (laughs) but I didn’t want to get too excited about it. I was scared of facing disappointment so I put the brakes on out of habit, and restrained myself. But on the other hand, I feel like I should relish this moment. This is a once-in-a-lifetime thing; shouldn’t I enjoy myself a bit? But I disliked that sensation of only feeling elated so I tried to be as objective as possible. I was just one small part of everything that made this happen.

It reminds me of that part, “Running faster than that cloud of rain /  Thought that would be enough / Guess I’m only human after all,” from “Life Goes On.” RM: “Only human” sounds so appropriate for me right now. One time, I saw a dark cloud over the N Seoul Tower while I was walking along the Han River. I was with a friend and we talked about where the border between where it’s raining and where it’s not might be, and suddenly, we came up with the idea to run and find that spot. But after running for 10 minutes, the cloud was even further away than it had been. At that moment, the puzzle pieces snapped into place. You think you can go faster than that dark cloud? No. That’s what I realized then. And I just like what Whanki Kim said, that maybe I can’t do anything not Korean, because that’s what I am. I used to work late and then stay up all night when things weren’t working out, sometimes walking from Samseong to Sinsa station, thinking everything through. But now, like the saying, I realize that maybe I can’t do more than what I am.

On Weverse, you said that you gained some muscle from working out. Could the change to your body improve your creativity in the long term? RM: I started to think I better change myself a little, physically or mentally. I’m talking about being steady. I used to bombard myself with challenges and worries and just get over them, but now I think it’s time to find that one sturdy thing and plant myself there. The best choice was working out, and I think it’s changing my behavior a lot. I’m hoping that, if I keep working out for a year or two, I’ll become a different person.

Music is your job, but also your life. Like you expressed in “Dis-ease,” how would you say you feel about your work? RM: This is my job and my calling and I feel a great sense of responsibility. I think I’m lucky and happy that I can solely worry about my creative process. And I feel very responsible to those people who put their trust in me, so I try not to cross any lines, judge myself honestly, and always be professional. Those are the responsibilities that come with the job—the things I have to do and the promises I won’t betray. But if I’m going to do it, I’m going to be happy while I do it. That’s not always going to be possible, but that’s generally how I feel.

Well then, how do you feel about BTS at the moment? RM: BTS is … Well, it’s really hard to tell. (laughs) When BTS started out, I thought, “I know everything there is to know about BTS,” but now it’s, “I don’t know a single thing about BTS.” In the past, I felt like I knew everything, and that anything was possible. Call it childish or ambitious. But if I were to ask myself, “What is BTS to me?” I would say, we’re just people who met each other because we were meant to. But it feels like the stars aligned and a startup company became a unicorn, with perfect timing and lots of smart people. Looking back, there were a lot of ironies and contradictions in this industry. I thought I figured them out one by one, and then finally understood the whole thing. But now I feel like I don’t know anything at all. Anyway, to sum up: My young, reckless twenties. The events of my twenties. There were a lot of contradictions, people, fame, and conflict all tangled together, but it was my choice and I got a lot out of it, so my twenties were an intense but also happy time.

And what about you, as one individual person? RM: I’m a real Korean person. (laughs) A person who wants to do something in Korea. I think millennials are charging into society stuck between the analog and digital generations, and what I chose is BTS. So I try to integrate myself into our generation, try to understand what people like me are thinking, and try to work hard to capture that feeling without being a burden on them. This might be another kind of irony itself, but this is who I am. I’m a 27-year-old Korean. That’s what I think.

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Knitting You a Home - 11

Pairing: Wolf Hybrid Namjoon and Human Reader

Word Count:1,384

Genre/Rating: Hybrid AU - Established Relationship - Angst - Fluff - Smut - Rated PG-13

Overview: Things have changed for you and Namjoon. It’s been a year since the two of you got together, and despite a rocky start, it was impossible to deny the bond and love you shared for each other. But ever since Hoseok had been separated from his Mate, Namjoon has been withdrawing himself from you and doesn’t come home until late at night.

With questions far larger than either of you imagined, you can’t help but wonder if he’s let his past and old fears come back to haunt him. You had shown him that it was possible to have a home and be loved once before, but will you be able to do it again?

Warning: Sex - Biting - Emotional - Love Making

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The clock on the nightstand was reading eleven in the morning in red numbers, but leaning against the headboard you stared up at Namjoon, confused. It was eleven during the middle of the week, and he was still under the blankets sleeping.

Not that you minded, in fact the sight of seeing him at home had become such a rarity that his boss would have to pull him out of your grip.

Taking advantage of the peace, you reached up to gently run your fingers against his cheek, along his temple before lightly tracing the shape of his bottom lip. You couldn’t even recall the last time the two of you spent a lazy morning together.

Outside the window that had been left open the music of songbirds filtered through the screen, drawing your attention away from him. Through the curtains, petals of yellow daises were seen gently swaying in the morning breeze. Namjoon had planted them last year alongside the house, having spent hours digging up the ground and meticulously planting each batch. His efforts had paid off greatly when the mini suns bloomed earlier in the month, offering a sense of something magical surrounding the house.

A nip at your finger drew your attention away from the window and back to Namjoon. His eyes were still closed but his lips were curling up into a wolfish grin.

“You bit me.”

Namjoon hummed, his arm sliding over your side until his palm was flat against your back. Only then did he open his eyes. “Aren’t you the one always asking me to bite you?”

His voice was thick and when he raised an eyebrow, it took all your willpower to not melt in his arms right then and there.

As much as you wanted nothing more than stay in this moment and forget about everything else, you couldn’t help but ask, “why are you home?”

If it was somehow possible, even the birds stopped singing. Like they too knew the significance of his answer.

Taking a deep breath, Namjoon leaned over and pressed a kiss on the mark. “I called out.”

“Why?”

He kissed it again, and then a second time. The lack of words on his part wasn’t out of character for Namjoon but, after all this time, after last night especially, it wasn’t as easy to guess what was running through his mind anymore. There had been a time where you thought you knew him well enough to do so.

“I’ve missed you too,” Namjoon murmured against your skin, kissing and nibbling his way up and along your jaw until he suddenly stopped. Leaning backwards, his brown eyes were soft and clear as his ears lowered themselves. This sudden affection wasn’t brought on by his heat.

Despite the simplicity of his words, tears stung as they slipped out. The first one wasn’t even halfway down your cheek before he went back down, his breath warm against your skin as he sweetly kissed it away. Then the second, the fourth, by the sixth when he kissed your lips, you were certain that he was making up for lost time.

There was a chime echoing down the hall signaling the half hour, the buzzing of bumble bees and singing birds had started up again, creating perhaps the purest of songs as Namjoon slipped his palms underneath the shirt you wore. His body heat warmed you in seconds and only with regret did you stop the kiss to remove it.

A deep growl of appreciation filled the room and the bed creaked as he laid you on your back. Yet even as he settled between your legs, hands roaming along your sides and back, until your body quivered with need, he never strayed from kissing your lips.

He had missed you too.

“Joonie,” you whispered, heart beating rapidly as you tried to catch your breath.

Hooking his fingers under the band of your panties, Namjoon slipped those off before removing his own pajama pants, tossing them over the side of the bed. With his attention focusing back on you, he slid his hands up along your thighs before hooking them around his hips. Just like every hybrid, he had his own heat that he went through, but there hadn’t been any intimacy since his last one. And as he left wet kisses own your belly, tingles of anticipation spread throughout your body with each shaky breath you took.

You knew Namjoon though. He was an attentive mate, priding himself on making sure you saw a galaxy of stars before he even considered his own needs and desires. That wasn’t what you wanted right now.

“Joonie,” you whimpered, sliding your fingers through his hair when he teasingly ran his tongue along the curve of your breast. He lifted his head though, allowing you to see the same desire and longing swirling around in his eyes that you knew reflected in your own.

As if he knew what you were about to say though, he shifted his hips, his hardened length rubbing against you to gather up the wetness. Your mouth dried out and you moaned. It had been too long since the last time. There was going to be plenty of time for him to take his sweet time wrecking you, but right now, you just wanted to be as close as possible in the most intimate of ways.

Namjoon groaned as he pushed in, the walls of your pussy clenching around his dick with every glorious inch, only stopping when he was balls deep inside you. Both of you groaned, foreheads pressed against the others and eyes scrunching shut in pleasure before blinking back open, wanting to see the man you loved with not just your entire heart, but your entire being.

“So perfect,” Namjoon softly murmured, leaving sweet kisses along every inch of skin that he could reach.

The temperature in the bedroom grew hotter with every thrust, and as kissed along his shoulder leaving nibbles on his collar bone, his arms tightened around you until suddenly you were no longer on your back. Hurriedly you clung to his shoulders, gasping as you were fully seated on his lap, chests pressed together in the new position.

“My beautiful mate,” Namjoon said, stealing your lips in a kiss before you were able to say anything.

Your moans were stolen as you kissed him back, easily finding a rhythm that worked for both of you. He was able to go deeper this way, leaving you feeling full and satisfying your need to be close to him.

Sliding your fingers through his hair and being mindful of his ears, you couldn’t help but tug on the locks when he hit the right spot. A soft cry escaped your lips and Namjoon’s chest rumbled with his growl, his thrusts going faster as he held you tight.

When it felt like you were going to combust, you leaned your head back to look at Namjoon. Sweat dotted along his skin, his lips swollen, yet as his name spilled from your mouth and he once again swooped in to seal the act with a final kiss, it was as sweet as it was bitter upon the taste of tears mixing together when he finally groaned with his own release.

Had the house been closer to the town you might have been worried about it being opened, but save for some wildlife the two of you were well alone. The dripping of his seed along the inside of your thigh was going on to his own legs and the rumpled blankets soon, but in that moment you didn’t care. Instead, you clung to your mate as his shoulders shook. One minute he was pressing his face against your neck to kiss the mark, and the next he was kissing your lips, never lingering in one place for too long, as if he needed to kiss every single square inch of you.

He was decorating you in kisses and tears.

Love and anguish, because last night had not left either of you even in the middle of making love. It only rekindled the reality that as much as the love you had for each other burned, it still had the power to leave wounds.

And Namjoon had almost lost you.

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[jindite]

BTS BOYS WHEN YOU TELL THEM YOU WANT A PET

ohh my very first post i’m SO nervous! just so you know, this is what my future format is going to look like! please let me know if you enjoyed this, or if you have any criticism!

boys in this post - yoongi, jimin, namjoon

YOONGI The past weeks you had been dropping hints to your boyfriend that you wanted a pet, all to which he seemed oblivious. It wasn’t like him to not pick up your hints, when you suggested wanting anything he would get it for you as a surprise. So this really made you slowly become hopeless. “Yoongi look” you said and turned your phone to your boyfriend, who was laying next to you in bed, to show him a Tiktok of little kittens. The room was dark and the brightness of your phonescreens was the only source of light. He looked up from his own phone and looked at the video you were showing, only to quickly look away again without watching it to the end. “Cute” was the only thing he said. “What happened to your sharp sixth sense?” you groaned. “What are you talking about?” “Your sixth sense with which you usually always know when I want something?” you said, almost desperate. “Oh, it’s still there. Babe, you haven’t been subtle with the hints” he said, “I’m just not getting us a cat, that’s all” he added. “Why not!?” “Are you really ready having to share my attention with something else?” he teased, putting a hand on your cheek as you pouted. But you and him both knew that he couldn’t resist you, all you had to do was bat your eyelashes prettily and give him a few kisses until he considered the thought.

JIMIN “Isn’t Yeontan the cutest?” you asked giggling, rubbing the dogs belly, though it was more of a rhetorical question. You and Jimin were at your friend Taehyungs place, and of course like every time you went there, all your attention was on his dog. “He is!” Jimin agreed next to you, “Baby move, I wanna pet him too!” he said, taking the dog into his arms. Honestly, your boyfriend seemed even more excited than you. Yeontan seemed happy too, he was wiggling and nuzzling up against Jimin’s hand. The only one who seemed to be not-so-excited was Taehyung, who let out a groan. “Do you two even come here to see me or the dog?” he asked, with an amused undertone. “Yeontan, obviously!” you replied jokingly, to which your friend replied “Get your own dog!” How had that thought never crossed your mind? You quickly glanced over to your boyfriend sitting next to you, who was already looking at you, still holding Yeontan in his arms. “Babyyyyy” you started, to which he quickly shut you up by giving you a quick kiss. “Let’s talk about it at home.” Safe to say, you both ended up getting a dog.

NAMJOON After spending a long day at the mall, buying more clothes than your closet at home could probably even fit, Namjoon held your endless amount of bags, and oh was he ready to finally get home. Of course he loved you and would go shopping with you any day if that’s what made you happy, but after following you around the mall for hours, reassuring you that every item of clothing you tried on looked fantastic on you, and carrying all your bags, he got exhausted. Not that he would ever complain to you. He was following you to the exit of the mall when you suddenly came to halt. “Babe, did you not-“ he started, desperate. “Joon look! The fish are so cute!” you told your boyfriend, standing in front of the pet store, pointing to the fish in the aquarium inside it. Confused, Namjoon followed your gaze. Zebrafish, Neon Tetra, Bettas. “Yeah! They’re cute. But of course not as cute as y-“ “Can we get some baby?” you interrupted him and ignored the fact that his face dropped. “What?” “Can we get some fish?” He didn’t want to say no, especially not when you looked at him with those glistening eyes. “I’m not sure if you know what a massive responsibility a pet is” he said, putting an arm around your shoulder, feeling bad for indirectly saying no to you. “Let’s get home for now, then we can both talk about it and learn more about how to care for them before we make a decision, alright, Angel?” he pressed a soft kiss to your temple, and you agreed.

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