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Monster In Hiding - Lee Jeno

pairing : jeno x fem!reader

synopsis : Growing up as an only child, you never shared your toys and always got what you want. This time, the toy that you don't want to share is Lee Jeno.

word count : 6.8K words

content/warnings : stalker au!, drugging, drinking, obsessive beahvoir, cursing, sexual content, fliming sexual activities, etc.

featuring : chaewon (leseraffim), sungchan (riize), giselle (aespa), karina (aespa), haechan (nct), jaemin (nct), mark (nct), namjoon (bts)

You stared at him from a distance. The way his hair fell perfectly into place, the way his lips curled up halfway to form a smirk while talking to his friends, the way his big hands wrapped around the glass containing some type of champagne.

“Yn.” Giselle snaps you from your daze.

“What?” You softly mutter and turn towards her.

“I said your parents are walking over here.” She repeats and nudges her head in the direction of your parents.

“Sweetie.” Your father says while stopping just behind your chair.

“Yes, dad?” You ask with a fake innocent smile plastered.

“It’s almost time to go up on stage, come on.” Your mother says while grabbing your arm to help pull you up.

Your father inherited Starlight, a business that your ancestors started up, after your grandfather died last year. Right now, your family is considered one of the wealthiest families worldwide, which leads to lots of business parties every week.

This time however, your father was announcing his new business partner, Lee Ji-hun. He was the owner and CEO of Tradezen, a wholesale business.

You sweetly smile at your parents before following them to the stage. As you stood there, you ran your hands down the sides of your red skin tight dress and flashed a smile through your pearly white teeth. Your eyes go straight towards his direction.

He was sitting with his friends, laughing about something one of them said. Your father began his speech, going on and on about things that you couldn’t care less about. It wasn’t until he called Mr. Lee over when you started paying attention to his speech.

“Starlight’s newest partner, Tradezen! Mr. Lee, please, come up here and introduce yourself. You bit back a smile watching him slowly walk on the stage. You gently held your hand out to shake his with a big smile on your face.

“Thank you for the introduction, Mr. Ln. Hello, everyone. As you know this will be my last project before my son, Jeno, takes over as the official CEO of Tradezen. I’m so honored to be able to partner up with Starlight and Mr. Ln. Enjoy yourselves!” Mr. Lee says and raises his glass coins everyone to as well before taking a sip.

After finishing, you walked back over to your table with your friends. You quickly sneaked a glance over to him but he was nowhere to be found. Pouting, you sat down with your friends who noticed the look on your face.

“What’s wrong Yn?” Sungchan asks worriedly but you wave him off with a smile.

“My feet just hurt from the heels, nothing to worry about.” You say with a smile prompting Sungchan to return to his conversation with Chaewon.

As the night went on, you grew more and more disappointed when he was nowhere in sight. Having enough, you bid farewell to your friends before walking out and into the limo with your “driver,” Kim Namjoon.

As soon as you sit down in the limo, he hands you several photographs. You take it from him with a smile before observing the photo. The first one shows him and an unknown girl, her pack pressed against the wall while his arms wrapped around her frame, their lips connected.

You scoff amusingly before looking at the next photo. The girl, whom you recognize as Karina, gets into his limo while he holds the door open for her. Smiling, you look at the last photo. Their hands were interlocked as they walked into one of the hotels that his father owns.

Letting out an amused chuckle, you hand the photographs back to Namjoon. However, you keep the one where they’re kissing in your hands while gently running your finger over his face in the photograph.

“Let’s go, Joonie.” You say sweetly, looking out the window.

“Yes, ma’am.” He replies and starts to drive off to your family mansion.

Arriving at the mansion, Namjoon gets out first before opening the door and holding out his arm for you to take. Your hand goes to wrap around his arm before stepping out and inside the mansion.

“I’ll see you tomorrow morning, Joonie. Tell my parents I’m sleeping if they ask for me.” You say and he gently nods at you with a wink before you walk into the secret room that you had built when your parents were in Hong Kong.

You grab the key from around your neck and gently shove it into the door knob before opening it and locking it after. Walking closer to the board, you turn the switch on. The small room is adorned with white walls with nothing but a board, a table, and a chair.

Jeno’s face front and center in the middle of the board. You smile, observing the board. Different photos and articles of him decorate the board with comments in your own handwriting.

You’ve always had a crazy attraction towards the said man. His dashing looks, his body that was sculpted by the gods themselves. Growing up, you always got what you wanted, and Lee Jeno was the thing you wanted right now.

You look at the photo in your hand again before placing it on the table. Ripping a piece of tape, you stick it onto the picture before attaching it onto the board. Looking over, the lists of names catch your attention. Yeeun, Yuna, Bella, Daisy, Ning Ning, Isa, and many more. Smirking, you pull out a permanent marker from the table and start writing the name.

In big black bold letters, ‘KARINA’ stares back up at you. You smile while looking at her name before running your pointer finger across it. Your eyes go back up to his picture in the center and gently, you caress his face. Your lipstick stain kisses all around him.

“Soon, my love.” You say and smirk while placing a soft kiss on the picture.

A bright red mark of your lips appears and you smile. Sitting down on the chair, you observe your masterpiece. Recalling each time you came in here and added every piece onto the board. Photos of him in the park, at his office, outside his window, and even when he’s just sitting in a cafe doing homework.

The articles of him bringing different women home or checking into hotels with mysterious women bring your lips to a smile before you frown. Uncapping your marker, you go to write another comment. ‘Why not me?’

“You can’t hide from me.” You say softly to the picture before switching the light off and walking up the gigantic stairs and into your room to get ready for bed.

It was a cold snowy day, but you didn’t let that stop you from wearing your shortest uniform to school. Instead, you wore black thigh high socks to help keep the breeze away. You paired your brown plaid miniskirt with a white blouse and tied a bow into the collar of it, the print matching your skirt.

Your black uniform jacket hanging off your shoulders, not bothering to button it up. Your makeup was applied perfectly and you decided to tie a white ribbon into a bow in your hair that day.

“Joonie, you can drop me off right here.” You say to him.

“Yes ma’am. Have fun at school Yn.” He says sweetly and you place a quick kiss to his cheek before stepping out of the limo.

You attended a private school for the elite families in South Korea. It was known as the “Golden Star” across all of the high schools in South Korea. Only the wealthiest families sent their students to that school, and others if they were lucky enough to get a scholarship, like Karina.

Limos all piled up in the parking lot, dropping off their masters’ children. You knew Jeno was going to be in the front of the school, waiting for his friends. Putting a shy smile on your face, you walked a little faster hoping to “accidentally” bump into him.

Just as your luck would have it, someone pushes you and you quickly bump into him. His arms go around your waist to help stabilize you. You tuck your chin in and smile before looking up at him.

“I’m sorry, someone accidentally bumped into me.” You say sweetly and he softly smiles at you.

“It’s alright.” He says, letting go of you and dropping down to his knees to pick up your notebook.

You hold back a smirk watching him pick up your notebook while kneeling down. If only he knew what the sight in front of you was offing to you. You softly grab your notebook from him and smile sweetly again, showing off your pearly whites before bidding him farewell and walking to Sungchan and Chaewon.

“Good morning.” You beam towards them and they flash you a smile while Chaewon comes to wrap her arms around you.

“It’s so cold, Yn.” SHe lightly scolds and wraps her arms tighter around your figure.

“It’s alright Chae. We’re going to be inside the whole day anyway since it’s snowing.” You say and she nods while letting go of you.

“We still have some time before first class, should we go grab coffee from the canteen after Giselle gets here?” Sungchan suggests and you nod along with Chaewon.

During lunch, you and your friends sat in the canteen while eating lunch. You were too lost in your thoughts but his name being said makes you perk up.

“I heard Jeno fucks like an animal.” Giselle says and you look over to her.

“How do you know?” You ask while taking a sip of your water.

“Karina. She’s in my psych class and apparently after the party last night, she left with him.” Giselle says with a smirk and you have to bite down on your tongue to keep your mouth shut.

“The things I’d let him do to me.” She continues with a sigh.

“No way! Jamein is definitely more my type.” Chaewon says and looks over at him.

His bright pink hair stood out against his friend group but all you could focus on was his best friend. His black hair was pushed up, showing off his forehead. His white button up was so tight, you could practically see his muscles bulging out, almost as if they were trying to escape from the tight material.

“What about you Yn?” Giselle asks and you turn to look at them before smiling sweetly.

“I don’t know, they’re all handsome.” You say and they both look at you with a raise of their eyebrows.

“What about Haechan? Don’t you sit next to him in English Literature?” Chaewon asks while looking at him.

You nod your head at her and go back to eating your food. Giselle’s words never leave your mind. Fucks like an animal huh? You smirk quickly thinking about it before replacing it with a smile again. The bell rings indicating that lunch is over and you go to throw your trash away.

Bidding farewell to your friends, you walk to English Literature and already see Haechan sitting there. He smiles at you and waves.

“Hi Yn! How’s your day so far?” He asks when you sit down next to him.

“It’s been good Hyuck, how’s yours been?” You ask and take a piece of candy from your bag to give to him.

“It’s been good too. But, it’s a bit cold outside right? Why is your skirt so short?” He replies while unwrapping the piece of candy before shoving it into his mouth.

You couldn’t tell him that you wore it for Jeno so you racked up your brain trying to find an excuse. Noticing your quietness, he nudges your shoulder, pushing for an answer.

“Is it for a boy?” He asks teasingly, leaning his head onto his hand to get a good look at you.

You shyly smile before shaking your head.

“No it’s not. I just couldn’t find the one I normally wear.” You say and he nods his head at your answer.

You exhale softly, proud of yourself for finding a believable lie. You take out your notebook, the same way that dropped when you bumped into Jeno, and begin to take notes as your teacher starts talking about a new topic.

Haechan’s eyes go to your notebook and he squints them, trying to read your plans after school. Unfortunately you turn to the next page and he misses it. He groans softly before writing his own notes.

Once the teacher was done, she gave you guys free time to work on homework due next week. Haechan turns to look at you and you turn to look at him as well.

“Do you have any plans today?” He asks and you shake your head no.

“Probably just going to be studying for exams.” You softly reply.

“Oh, well if you get bored, you should come clubbing with me tonight. A bunch of my friends are going and you can bring your friends too!” Haechan says and you widen your eyes.

Clubbing with his friends, as in clubbing with Jeno. You smile softly and turn to look over at him again.

“I’ll text you if I come.” You say and he smirks.

“We’re going to that new nightclub Mark’s dad opened up. It’s called DREAM.” He says and you smile at him once again.

After school, you got inside the limo and saw Namjoon with a smile.

“Where’s he going?” You ask and Namjoon secretly smiles before handing you a piece of paper.

Opening it up, you read ‘Latte World,’ your favorite coffee shop. Smiling, you place the piece of paper in your backpack and thank him.

“Before I forget…” You say and pull out a band of money.

“Here you go.” You finish and hand it to him who gently shakes his head.

“Yn, I don’t do this for money, I do this because you’re like a sister to me.” He says.

Namjoon has worked for your family since he was young. His father was your father’s driver and the two of them grew to be best friends. Unfortunately, his father died after a drunk driving accident. It crushed your family seeing Namjoon lose his only parent so your father took him in and gave him a job for life.

“Just take it Joonie. You’re risking your life by following him.” You say and put the band of cash in his suit pocket before sitting back down and putting on your seatbelt.

Sitting at the table near Jeno and Karina, you secretly smirk while pretending to look through your notes. Every so often, you glance up at them and see his hands pushing her hair behind her ear, or their laughter mixing together, or the way she touches his bicep.

All of it pisses you off to the core. The jealousy in you bubbling up so high you could almost walk over there and just claim your man. He was yours and only yours. Your hands grip your skirt tightly while you clench your jaw.

You try to focus your attention onto the papers in front of you but you can't. The emotions running too high within you. You softly clear your throat and sit up straight. Noticing that they were both too lost in their own world, you pull out your phone and snap a quick picture of him.

After getting it, you turn down your brightness and bring your phone closer to you. His beautiful eyes that crinkle into crescent moons are what you focus on first. Smiling, you go down to his lips and zoom in. His perfect and kissable lips. They’re so pink and pretty.

Dropping your smile. You shut off your phone and begin packing up your things. Namjoon was waiting for you in the parking lot, full intent on following Jeno when he leaves. Walking up to the black small car, you get in and Namjoon hands you a pair of sunglasses.

“Did you put the air tag on his car?” You ask and Namjoon laughs at your question.

“Of course I did.” He says and you laugh softly.

“He’s not gonna know what hit him.” You say with a smirk.

Another twenty minutes go by before Jeno and Karina are walking out of the coffee shop. You watch as Karina gets into an unknown car. Furrowing your eyebrows, you look at Jeno getting into his car alone.

“Where’s he going?” You ask and Namjoon shakes his head.

“Maybe another girl?” He suggests and you narrow your eyes at his car that starts to pull out from the parking lot.

“Follow him.” You say and Namjoon complies.

Following Jeno's Porsche, you try to see where he’s going but the streets are unfamiliar to you. It’s not until you see two big palm trees that you realize where he's going.

“He better not be going to Giselle’s mansion.” You say out loud with a scowl.

Sure enough, he parks outside her gate and waits for her to come out. Your heart was beating 1000 beats per minute, it felt like it was going to burst. You see her walk out the house in the tiniest dark blue dress you have ever seen.

You scowl and huff out a breath of air.

“That fuckin bitch!” You say out loud and Namjoon chuckles at your outburst.

“Don't worry, we’ll still follow through with the plan.” He says and you nod your head at his words.

Now you really had to go clubbing with them. You had to keep an eye out for your man. Feeling your anger rise, you text in the groupchat with Chewon and Giselels and tell them to meet up at DREAM Nightclub tonight.

You knew that Giselle wasn't going to look at her phone while she was getting dick downed by Jeno but you wanted evidence when you came face to face with her at the club.

You walked in the club hand in hand with Chaewon. You were wearing a black mini dress that showed off your curves perfectly and a pair of black strappy heels. Feeling a sense of confidence, you drag her towards Haechan who smiles brightly at you.

“Yn! You made it!” He yells excitedly and you nod your head.

“Of course!” You yell back and look at Giselle who's standing next to Jeno.

Her eyes widen in surprise and she smiles awkwardly.

“Yn! Chae! What are you guys doing here?” She asks through gritted teeth and you hold back the urge to roll your eyes.

Faking a smile you grab her arm. “Hyuck invited me and said I could invite my friends. I texted in the group chat but you didn’t reply.” You fake a pout.

She chuckles awkwardly. “Oh, I got busy.” She says and you nod your head at her mockingly.

“I’m sure you were.” You say hoping it didn’t come off as condescending.

“Drinks on me!” Mark yells and everyone cheers.

You drop Giselle’s arm and link them with Chaewon before following Mark to drink. Namjoon poured shots for you guys and you downed it before asking for a mixed drink. He hands you your drink and you smirk at him while he does the same.

Throughout the night, you couldn’t keep your eyes off of your best friend and the man who you’ve been obsessed with since the beginning of time. They were dancing together, acting like no one was around. You let out another scoff and took a sip of your 4th drink that night.

Her hips were grinding against his while her hands ran through his hair. You scowled watching them and slurped up the rest of your drink before grabbing Chaewon.

“I don’t feel good.” You lie and she looks at you worriedly.

“Oh no. Are you okay?” She asks while grabbing your arms.

You shake your head no and look at her. “I think I need to go home.” You say and she nods her head.

She interlocks her hands with yours and drags you towards Haechan to bid farewell before walking out of the nightclub. Before walking out, you give a signal to Namjoon who nods his head before going back to make drinks. She walks you to your car before opening it and helping you get inside.

“Feel better Yn.” She says and you smile at her before she shuts the door.

Right as the door closes you sit up and hit your hands against the leather seats.

“I hate her! I hate her!” You scream while hitting the seats even harder.

“She’s such a bitch. She knew what she was doing too.” You say out loud to no one in particular.

Namjoon was still inside pretending to be a bartender. You sighed loudly and waited for him to get in the car. Pulling out your phone, you go to Instagram and see that Giselle posted a picture. You click on it and see that it's a photo of her and Jeno at the club. She was on his lap and smiling so brightly. Angrily, you throw your phone across the limo and clench the bottom of your dress.

“All this work and effort that I put into him and he gives me nothing! Nothing!” You rant to yourself and pull at your hair softly.

Just then the car unlocks and you look out the window. Namjoon was carrying Jeno on his shoulders as he opened the trunk of the car. Smirking, you walk out of the car and pull open the trunk. Namjoon slowly lays Jeno’s unconscious body into the trunk and you smirk at him.

Gently, you caress his cheek before placing a soft kiss on it. Your lipstick transferring onto there.

“Sit tight, my love.” You whisper quietly before closing the truck and walking back into the limo.

“Anything I can get for you sir?” Namjoon asks, looking at Jeno and Giselle.

“Uh, just whiskey on the rocks please.” Jeno replies and he smiles at him.

“Sure thing, son.” He says before turning around to make Jeno’s drink.

Slowly, he pulls out the drug that he managed to get his hands on. He crushes it up silently before slipping the full tab into Jeno’s drink. He slowly stirs the drink making the drug dissolve into smaller pieces.

Satisfied, he hands the drink to Jeno who thanks him before walking off with Giselle back to their table. Namjoon watches as Jeno slowly sips on the drink. He smirks while walking to the bathroom, changing into his suit.

Once he finished, he noticed that Jeno was slumped over the table all alone. He scanned around the room, finding his friends on the dance floor and Giselle dancing with Mark. Smiling, he walks over to Jeno and gently lifts him.

Thankfully the club was so dark that no one even batted an eye at him. He quickly walks through the back door and towards the limo.

“Time to wake up, my love.” Jeno hears and slowly blinks his eyes open.

He tries to move his hands but they’re tied behind his back. He groans and tries to speak but before he could, you place a piece of tape to his mouth.

“Finally.” You say and place yourself on his lap, sitting right on his cock.

“Do you know how long I’ve pined for you, my love?” You ask and gently caress his face in your hands.

Jeno lets a tear slip from his eyes and you coo while wiping it.

“Don’t cry, my love.” You say and gently continue wiping at his eyes.

“Everything is going to be okay, I promise.” You say and his eyes narrow at yours.

“Don't be upset, my love. I just wanted to be with you. Don’t you know that I love you?” You ask, looking at him with your doe eyes.

“It hurt me so bad when I had to hear about other girls talking about you.” You say and trace his facial features with your finger.

“I was thinking ‘Why not me?’ the whole time.” You get up from his lap and turn his chair around to face the board.

You rip the list of names from the board and walk closer to him. You flip the paper around to show him and his eyes widen.

“Yeeun. She was a bit older wasn’t she?” You ask and tilt your head to the side mockingly.

“Next was Yuna, right? She’s pretty.” You comment walking around in a circle around him.

As you go down the list, you make teasing remarks against each and everyone one of them.

“And finally, Karina.” You say staring into his eyes.

“If I recall correctly, you guys hooked up after my father’s party last week.” You finish and sit down on his lap again.

“Was she good?” You ask and he hardens his gaze at you.

“You don’t want to answer me? Fine.” You say and look him in the eyes.

“She had a lot to say about you though. Said you fucked like an animal.” You confess and start grinding your hips softly against his.

He lets out a soft groan that's muffled and you smirk before stopping.

“Oh! It’s missing something.” You say and get off of his lap.

You grab the marker from before and look at him. “My best friend’s name.” You say and remove the cap from the marker.

You write her name quickly before putting the cap back on the marker. You tape the piece of paper back onto the wall and turn to look at him. You smile at him and then look at the marker. Angrily, you threw the marker at him and it bounced off his chest.

“Have fun sleeping tonight.” You say with a smirk before taking a step away from him.

Before you could get further away from him, his hands went to your waist and pulled you down onto his lap again.

“Jeno!” You exclaim and try to get up from him but he just smirks and holds you against him tighter.

“You should’ve tied these better, baby. I slipped out of them 10 minutes ago.” He says and you widen your eyes.

“Jeno let go of me!” You yell and try to push him off but he holds your hands against his chest, locking them in place.

“What’s wrong baby? You scared? You were so confident earlier.” He teases and tilts his head to the side, mocking you.

“Jeno.” You whine and he hums in amusement bringing his face closer to yours.

“You really think we accidentally bumped into each other?” He asks and you furrow your brows questioningly at him.

“Hyuck, she arrives at school at 7:15 everyday at the North entrance. I need you to bump into her so that she bumps into me.” Jeno says and Hyuck laughs.

“Listen, I know you’re like obsessed with her but just go fuckin talk to her man. You know, like a normal human being.” Haechan says and Jeno glares at him.

“Shut the fuck up and just do what I say.” Jeno growls before pushing Haechan away softly and walking out of his house.

“Giselle huh?” Jeno asks with a smirk, looking over the file.

“Yes. Giselle is her best friend who’s also close to Karina. Now, Karina has a big ass mouth. If you fuck her she’ll for sure tell Giselle who will go running to tell Yn.” Haechan says and Jeno smiles amusingly.

“Perfect.” Jeno says and gets up to walk to the corner of the room.

A shrine exactly like Yn’s was placed there. Her photos and articles spread out everywhere. Jeno admires his artwork with a smile on his face while Hachan shakes his head and leaves.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’m coming for you.” He says and traces your face in the photo before smiling again.

Taking the drink from Namjoon, he smirks. He lets go of Giselle and hands his drink to Haechan who only smirks as well. Haechan looks up at the taller boy with a nod and he chuckles amusingly.

“Game on.” Jeno whispers to himself and smirks.

“I kept tabs on you too, baby.” He smirks and your eyes widen in realization.

Jeno orchestrated everything by using Haechan. He planted your desk near Haechan and he planted using Karina and Giselle to make you act out.

“I knew I was obsessed with you, baby. But, you. You’re fuckin crazy. Keeping tabs on all my hook ups and shit. Were you jealous?” He whispers and you stay silent.

This wasn’t what you planned. How the fuck did he even get loose. Instead of him being trapped, you are. You fell right into his fuckin trap just like he wanted. You were terrified of what he might do to you. Never in a million years did you think the sweet man in front of you was able to spew such words from his mouth.

“Namjoon!” You try screaming but Jeno shushes you by bringing his forehead closer to yours.

“He won’t hear you, baby. Hyuck already knocked him out cold.” Jeno says and chuckles at your reaction.

“Isn’t this what you wanted, baby?” He asks and hums when you don't answer.

He bounces his knees up and down, trying to shake an answer out from you. You don't want him to get the satisfaction though, choosing to keep your mouth shut.

He lets go of your hands and wraps them around his neck. He slowly rolls your hips against his and you bite your lip to contain the sounds begging to come out. His hands run up and down your sides and he places his lips on your neck.

“I’ve dreamed of this for so long, baby.” He whispers into your neck and you mewl at his words.

He smirks and pushes up your dress to expose your black lacy panties. He sucks on your neck and starts leaving his mark all over you. You moan and pull at his hair.

“Jeno.” You moan and grip his hair tighter.

He chuckles and pulls away from your neck to look at your blown out eyes. Feeling shy, you shut them but his big hand wraps around your neck and squeezes.

“Look at me, baby.” He growls and you open your eyes at his harsh tone.

He lets go of your neck and brings his hands back to your hips before pushing you off of him. His jeans were damp from how wet you were.

“You’re such a fuckin slut.” He growls and pulls you down to your knees.

“Take my cock out and suck it like the good girl I know you are.” He says and you start to shake from his use of words.

He was being mean and you can feel the tears welling up in your eyes.

“No.” You softly say and he growls before bringing your face to his.

His fingers hold a death grip on your face and he pushes your cheeks in.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?” He questions and you whine from the pain.

“Hurts.” You try to mumble out and he just laughs.

“When I tell you to do something, you fuckin do it, whore.” He says and pushes your face away harshly.

You finally let the tears fall down your cheeks and you try to inhale a deep breath but Jeno was quicker. He grabs your arm and pulls your face to his clothed cock, pushing your cheek against him and holding you there.

You whine out at him and try to push yourself off but he's stronger.

“Jeno, m’ sorry.” You say and he laughs at you again before letting go.

“Need to fuck that nasty mouth of yours.” He says and undoes his jeans before lifting his hips up to slide them off, leaving him in his boxers.

You whine and try to crawl away from him but he grabs your hips and pulls you back to him. You scream when you feel him set you right on top of his aching cock. He rips your dress off your body and sees that you aren’t wearing a bra.

“Fuckin whore.” He spits out and gropes both of your breasts with his hands. You let out the slutiest moan you’ve ever let out and he chuckles at that.

“You’re so resistant but I can feel you practically dripping for me.” He says and brings his fingers to your heat.

He cups it and you let out a moan.

“S’ not for you.” You lie and he smirks.

“Oh really?” He asks cockily before sliding his finger into your panties and ripping them.

Gently rubbing against your heat, you mewl and squirm.

“You’re such a fuckin liar.” He growls out and inserts a finger into you.

“Jeno!” You moan out and he smirks again.

“You think you’re so tough but the moment I fight back you’re back to your innocent self.” He admits and starts thrusting his finger in deeper and faster.

“Jeno! More!” You yell out and he stops his ministrations which makes you whine.

“Beg for it.” He spits out and you shake your head.

“I’ll fucking leave you here dripping wet.” He claims and you shake your head again while crying.

“No, please!” You yell out and hold onto his bicep.

“Please Jeno! I want more, please! Give me more! I’ll be good for you, I promise!” You beg and he smirks before inserting his fingers in again.

He shoves in two more fingers and that has you spasming in his hold. You lean your head in his neck and moan loudly. You could feel the knot in your stomach building up fast.

“Jeno, m’ gonna cum!” You scream and he starts pumping in his fingers deeper.

“Fuckin cum then you whore.” Jeno spits out and you finally release the knot after his degradation.

You breathe heavily against his neck and he slowly slips his fingers out of you. He brings them to his lips and starts sucking on them, getting every little drop of you off his fingers.

“Get on your knees.” He growls and you quickly scramble to do as he says.

He pushes his boxers down and grabs his cock. It was so pretty, long and girthy. You could see every little vein on it and your mouth starts to drool.

“Open up.” He says and you follow his command.

Opening up your mouth, he grabs the base of your neck and sinks his cock into your mouth. Groaning at the feeling of your mouth around him, he pulls you off him before sinking your mouth back down. He was hitting the back of your throat and you felt the urge to gag.

Letting out a gag, Jeno smirks and brings your head even further down on him. He fucks your mouth hard and fast while groaning.

“Nasty ass fucking attitude. I’m gonna fuck that shit out of you.” He says and pushes your head so far down on him your nose was touching his pelvis.

He felt your throat close up around him and the vibrations of your throat as you moaned. That was enough for him to shoot his load into your mouth and he let out a heavy groan.

“Fuckin swallow all of it.” He says and you try your best to swallow his cum but there was so much.

A bit of his cum slips out and runs down his cock and you can't help but watch it. He pulls you off his cock and you cough harshly at the new found freedom. You open up your mouth to show him that you swallowed his cum.

The cum that you didn’t swallow was pooling on the floor and Jeno noticed it. He looks down at it before smirking up at you.

“Clean it up, whore.” He says smugly and you look down in shame before getting on all fours.

Jeno grabs his phone that fell on the floor and opens up his camera. He records you as you lick his cum off the floor. He brings his phone closer to your face and when you notice his phone you gently whine and try to cover your face.

Jeno pries your arms away from your face and smirks.

“Let me see your pretty face, baby.” He says and you shyly look into the camera which causes him to groan.

“You’re so fuckin hot.” He says and lifts your head up to kiss you.

He can taste himself on your lips but he doesn;t care. His tongue pushes past your lips and fights for dominance against yours. You moan into the kiss and wrap your arms around his neck.

Jeno opens his eyes and flips the camera around so it’s in selfie mode. He records the both of you kissing while his free hand goes towards your neck. He discreetly squeezes it and you moan loudly into his mouth. He smirks into the kiss before pulling away and brings his phone back around to film your body.

“I fuckin love you.” He says and you smile at his words before sitting on his lap.

“I love you too.” You say shyly and press a quick kiss onto his lips.

He stands up and wraps your legs around his waist. He walks you over to the table and places you on it. Jeno breaks the kiss and places his phone on the table, making sure he gets the both of you in frame.

“Turn around and bend over for me baby.” He says and you comply with his words.

You bend over against the table. The coolness of it pressing up against your front sends shivers down your body. Your cheek was pressed against the table and you drooled, anticipating what was coming next. Jeno lines himself up against your hole and pushes in.

“Jeno!” You scream as you feel him inside you. “S’ too big!” You scream and he chuckles.

“Baby, it’s not even all the way in yet.” He says while gripping your hips in place.

He pushes in further until he’s all the way in and stays still for a moment. After you give him a nod of approval he pulls out before harshly slamming back in.

“Jeno!” You scream and grip onto the edges of the table.

He chuckles and grabs his phone to get a closer look at him going in and out of you. He groans at the sight and smacks your ass leaving his handprint everywhere.

“Jeno, it hurts!” You yell out and he just continues doing it. Smacking your ass until it was red all over while his dick was continuing to thrust inside you.

“Jeno, I’m cumming!” You yell out and cream all over his cock.

He zooms in and watches as your cum slowly falls out and it makes him go even more crazy. He thrusts in faster, harder, and deeper, chasing his own release. When he finally lets go, he finishes inside you and groans.

He slowly pulls out and observes his cum falling out of your tiny hole. He laughs and smacks your ass again making you yelp. He stops the recording and shuts off his phone before wiping you clean with his button up. He turns you around and lifts you up while you cuddle into him.

“Baby, you can’t fall asleep yet. You still need to go pee.” He says softly and you nod your head before letting go of him.

You slowly start collecting your ripped clothing as he puts his briefs on. You wait for him to finish while holding your hand out. He laughs softly and coos at you before intertwining your hands.

You drag him to your room and he sits down on your bed while you go pee. After peeing, you walk to your closet and find a fresh pair of undergarments with an oversized shirt. Quickly slipping it on, you grab one of your dads old sweats from your drawer and give it to Jeno.

He presses a quick kiss to your lips in gratitude before sliding them on and getting into bed with you. His arms wrap around you and he squeezes you tighter.

“I love you, you psycho.” He says and you laugh before kissing his neck softly.

“I love you too.”

The next morning, Giselle woke up and went on Instagram. She clicked on her profile to view the photo she posted of her and Jeno before smiling widely.

She notices that he posted a photo and clicks on it. Her eyes widening when she sees your face plastered with a big smile and a bunch of marks left all over your neck. You were shirtless too because the marks went so far down your chest, your breasts were barely cut off from the photo.

“That’ll teach her.” You said quietly as you looked on Jeno’s instagram. His arms were still wrapped around you and he softly laughed at your words.

“You’re such a monster.” He says and you click your tongue at him.

“Yeah, but you love it.” You say and his hand comes to wrap around your neck to bring your lips to his.

“I do love it, baby.” He whispers before kissing you.

End.

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my favorite bts fics so far (hyung!line)

hello lovely readers, i hope all of you are doing great. i've been wanting to make this post for a while now. i really want to share the amazing work and talent that many authors have on this app. as a literature fan and hopeless romantic myself, i made sure to pick out all the fics that i think are beautiful and amazing :)

disclaimers!!!!:

some of these fics contain nsfw content (minors dni), or some heavy themes, i am yoongi biased so excuse me if the fic ratio compared to the other members is waaayy bigger (like by a lot i am so so sorry), also this post is insanely long heh (once again, i am so so sorry :p), all pictures are from pinterest!

fluff- ♾️

angst- Ω

smut- ☻

crack/humor- ☼

i would sell my liver to read this again for the first time- ¶

Kim Seokjin

Turn Back Time- @raplinesmoon ♾️☼Ω☻

''pairing: baseball player!Seokjin x doctor!reader (based on the movie 13 Going On 30) genres/au/rating: fluff, humour, angst, smut, time travel au, 18+ summary: After total humiliation at his middle school baseball try outs, Kim Seokjin wants nothing more than for his awkward years to fade away until he’s thirty. Cue a magic baseball glove, and his wish is finally granted. Seokjin suddenly wakes up seventeen years later, now the star pitcher of the team he’d always dreamed of playing for. Confused and overwhelmed at the prospect of the new life waiting for him, he turns to the only person who seems to understand him — you. Will Seokjin learn what it truly means to be thirty, flirty, and thriving? Or will he find himself wishing he could turn back time?''

Every Year- @another-army-spot ♾️Ω☻

''Pairing: Jin x Reader, some implied Yoongi x reader and Namjoon x reader

Word: 15.6K

Genre: friends-to-lovers!au, richkids!au, chef!Jin, bookworm!oc, hard fluff, smut angst?

Summary: As the daughter of the Kim’s closest friends, you’ve attended their extravagant annual New Year’s party since the year you were born. No matter what you always spend time with your favorite childhood friend, Jin, who has always been there for you. Here are the highlights of you and Jin realizing just how important you two are to each other.''

Let's get married as a joke- @burningupp Ω♾️

''Genre: angst, fluff

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x reader

Wordcount: 8210 (I’m so sorry)

Summary: Your best friend Jin has always had a talent of getting you into trouble. Maybe that’s why you’re not surprised that he asks you to marry him as a joke - or that you agree.''

friends get married all the time- @hobipost♾️

''The silly promise you made ten years ago comes back to bite your asses, and you’re both too weak to pretend it never happened

pairing: seokjin x f. reader

genres/tropes: friends to lovers, fluff

words: 2k+''

Min Yoongi

series:

The Truth Between Us- @jimlingss @gukyi ♾️Ω ☼ ¶

“⇒ summary: a book deal should be the most exciting time of your life, but there seems to be a constant and omnipresent damper on your mood in the form of a certain min yoongi, who you would just cut out from your life, if he weren’t your editor. but then, the world shifts beneath your feet, and you begin to wonder if maybe you’ve always been looking at life from the wrong angle.

⇒ enemies to lovers au with various other au’s thrown in there

⇒ word count: 14k (first chapter)

⇒ genre: fluff, angst, drama”

Dating advice- @taleasnewastime ♾️Ω☻

''Summary: It’s been months – ok, it’s been years – since you last went on a date. And you’re sick of it. Sick of seeing couples kissing and holding hands in the street. Sick of your friends settling down. Sick of everyone buying houses and having families. You’re going to do something about it. You’re going to snap up a man, you’re going to tie someone down, you’re going to finally commit, you’re going to – you’re going to need a bit of advice.

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Genre: fluff; angst; smut

Word count: 54k

Status: Complete''

unexpected lovers- @jjkeverlast ♾️Ω☻

''-> pairing artist!yoongi x female reader

-> genre fake dating!au, romantic comedy

-> summary what happens when you meet min yoongi at the club, or well accidentally use him as your pawn to not get hit on. not knowing your cousins friend overhears and suddenly your whole family knows.

-> word count 19.8k''

Only Yesterday- @borathae ♾️☻Ω ¶

'' “Your life in a small countryside village was nothing of the extraordinary, you owned a quaint little teashop, enjoyed warm evenings in your garden and liked taking walks by the river. One day a handsome stranger moves in the abandoned cottage opposite side of the river and it is not long that he becomes a source of comfort in your life.”

Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader

Genre: s2l!AU, Neighbours!AU, Teashop!AU, Slice of Life!AU, Romance, Fluff, Smut

Warnings: This is a very feel good story, meant to comfort the soul and warm the heart. However it contains talks about car accidents and memory loss, as well as sexually explicit scenes. If you are sensitive to such topics I advise you read with care.

Wordcount: 78.620''

Signed in Black- @yoon-kooks♾️☻

''Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Soulmate!AU, BadBoy!AU, FLUFF, Smut [in future chapters]

Summary: Min Yoongi. That was the name magically tattooed to your skin. You were told he was your lover by fate. And as cute as it would be to have a soulmate, Yoongi was the last person you ever wanted to be bound to. But thankfully, there was a way to remove the tattoo. All you had to do was convince six Bulletproof Fairies that the two of you were in love.

Word Count: 3.3k'' (first chapter)

neon signs- @pantoneyoongi ♾️¶

''title ; neon signs [ drabble series ] pairing ; campus crush!yoongi x campus crush!you

description ; namjoon doesn’t think it can get any clearer outside of yoongi building a giant neon sign saying i have the absolute biggest crush on you but apparently, book smarts don’t exactly translate when it comes to you and your massive crush on min yoongi.

(alternatively: namjoon and hoseok try for three years straight to get you and yoongi together.)''

Reflection of You- @agustdakasuga ♾️Ω ¶

''Genre: Historical!AU, Timetraveller!AU/ Different Dimension, Romance

Pairing: SUGA x Reader, Yoongi x Reader

Characters: Normal!Reader, Idol!Suga, King!Yoongi, Guard!Seokjin, Guard!Jungkook, RoyalAdvisor!Namjoon, Servant!Jimin, Servant!Hoseok, Prince!Taehyung

Summary: Confirming you were dating the famous Min Suga of BTS, you knew you were bound to make some enemies. But what you didn’t expect was to be cursed, leading you to meet a cold-hearted, arrogant king that shares the same face as your rapper lover. ''

your universe- @muniimyg ♾️☻Ω ☼

''in which min yoongi refuses to lose you

regretting rejecting oc, min yoongi goes through a circus load of gestures and tasks in attempt to be loved again

pairings:

basketball captain // tsundere yoongi + sunshine // preschool edu major oc

au/genre:

friends to lovers

uni au

one sided pining / rejection / redemption / a sad excuse of a slow burn

smut, crack, angst

social media au + written

warnings:

implied + actual smut

angst (oc is heartbroken and trying to move on from being initially rejected)

name calling, love/hate friendships, big egos, overprotective friends, childish social culture, and a burnt out era <;3

parts:

ongoing ( ongoing/25 )''

andante cantabile- @kkulfm-2 ♾️☻¶

''pairing: myg x f!reader

genre: historical / regency au, fluff, smut

wc: 30.6k + 3.8k smutty bonus

summary: You are convinced Mr. Min is nothing but a rude and gloomy man after he leaves a horrible first impression on you. His friends' attempts to convince you otherwise are met with mixed success.''

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oneshots:

Man of The Year- @raplinesmoon ♾️¶

''pairing: single dad!Yoongi x gn!reader genre(s): pure fluff, very minor angst au(s): graduation au word count: 2.7k warnings: some swearing, Yoongi is a little nervous, Yoongi is bad at flirting, this is so cute I could cry

rating: PG

summary: For the longest time, it’s always been Yoongi and his daughter, celebrating every milestone of life together. But today, that could change.''

Shut Eye- @alpacaparkaseok ♾️

''pairing/genre: idol!Yoongi x reader, fluff

premise: In a world where every night you meet your soulmate in your dreams only to forget their face and voice when you wake up, you’re now more desperate than ever to find them.

word count: 2.6k''

gold- @aquagustd Ω♾️☻

''↣ you’re in love with Min Yoongi, yes, you are, but why do you keep thinking of the boy who broke your heart into a million pieces when you should be focusing on the one who’s mending it.

pairing: yoongi x reader (past jungkook x reader)

genre: angst, fluff, smut, bff2l

word count: 17K''

stood up. -@parkdatjimin Ω☻♾️

''Three years after dumping your toxic boyfriend, you decide it's finally time to try the dating scene again. What you don't expect is for a handsome and confident CEO to come to your rescue after being stood up.

"Just play along. My name is Yoongi and whoever stood you up is a douche."

Pairings: CEO!yoongi x fem!reader

Genre: HEAVY angst, smut, lil fluff, slice of life, mutual pining, non-idol!au''

First-Date BAIT!- @jimlingss ♾️

''Words: 11.3k

Genre: Fluff

First dates are embarrassing. First dates are awkward. I’ve been through countless ones, sitting across from people who bored the living daylights out of me. It was less exciting than watching paint dry. Some dates were so utterly rude - I think you and I both know what it’s like to be on the receiving end on that. But now we both don’t have to waste our time anymore!

With First Date Bait they went out for me! Afterwards, they informed me if it was recommended to go out on a second date. It’s amazing with a 99.99% accuracy rate! That’s how I ended up meeting my husband!

First Date Bait. Why waste your time with awkward first dates?''

DreamCatcher- @jimlingss ♾️Ω

''Words: 13k (oops)

Genre: Fluff & Angst

Summary: When your dreams are more or less nightmares, monsters inside your head that eat you alive, it seems like the only person who can help you is Min Yoongi, professional dream chaser.''

Purr-haps I like you- @taleasnewastime ♾️

''Summary: You have a no pets policy where you live, but when you find a tiny kitten in a box on the side of the road, what can you do but bring it home with you? The only problem? The landlord who made the no pets rule, also happens to be your flatmate.

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Genre: pure fluff; Flatmates au

Word count: 11.6k''

Wild Strawberries- @yoonia ♾️☻

''➤ Character / Genre: Min Yoongi x reader/female OC (told through Yoongi’s POV) | Lucid Dream!au, fluff, smut''

first love- @jungnoir Ω♾️

''⇢ summary: yoongi meets you, seated next to him at a familiar brown piano, and he steals you away hours before your wedding day, seated next to him at a familiar brown piano + yoongi’s been in love with you since childhood and he only has the courage to tell you when you’re about to marry someone else.

⇢ relationship: min yoongi/reader.

⇢ genre: best friend!au, angst, romance.

⇢ words: 5.6k''

strike a chord- @snackhobi ♾️☻¶

''pairing: yoongi x reader // word count: 15.8k // genre: smut

summary: your idea of a good night certainly doesn't involve being stood up by yet another blind date and finding yourself alone in a fancy bar; fortunately for you, there's an attractive man playing the piano to keep you busy, instead.''

Anyone But The Groom- @yoonjinkooked ♾️Ω☻

''❅ Summary: After a meet-cute that brings all the romcoms to shame, you realize that for once in your life, the stars have finally aligned and presented you a guy that might be able to make you believe in love at first sight. Only to find out that you’re in charge of planning his Christmas Eve Wedding.

❅ Pairing: Yoongi x female reader

❅ AU: Wedding Planner reader x Arranged Marriage groom Yoongi

❅ Genre: fluff, angst, smut, slow burn, will-they-won’t-they type of relationship

❅ Word Count: 36.5k (I AM SO SORRY)''

Not Even a Mouse- @softyoongiionly ♾️☻¶

''Summary: The week before Christmas, you are tasked with delivering some paperwork to your father’s former business partner in order to secure your ownership of their legendary toy store. However, things don’t go as planned and a sudden blizzard keeps you cooped up inside the tiniest town you’ve ever seen, Snow Falls. You keep telling yourself that it’s the weather that’s keeping you here, but after a visit to Min’s Mini Mart, you aren’t so sure anymore…

Pairing: Single Dad! Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Romance, FLUFF, Smut (18+ only please)''

All I Want for Christmas (ft. Yoongi)- @hayjeon ♾️Ω

''→ singledad, CEO!yoongi x secretary!reader→ 13k words''

ceo!yoongi- @jungshookz ♾️☻☼ ¶

''→ pairing: min yoongi x reader

→ genre: ceo!au, clumsy!y/n because that’s always nice, jimin is ur best friend, floofy fluff, a touch of nsfw aka office sex

→ wordcount: 21k+ so u should probably read this using ur laptop and not ur phone''

first love | myg- @lavienjin ☻Ω

''synopsis: After an incredibly long day, Yoongi found you crying in the copy room. Though he doesn’t talk much, you’ve always found his presence comforting, and it didn’t surprise you when he stayed and listen to you vent. However, while you sought comfort in his embrace, he proposed a special offer to reduce your stress with the magic of his hands. The only catch to your arrangement? You couldn’t fall in love.

But wouldn’t you know it, just as your friendship deepens into something more, you find an old notebook sitting on his bookshelf, and in it, a collection of poems. The last entry has you reeling because it’s addressed to you. And in that page, a single line is written: Without you, I am nothing

pairing: yoongi x reader

wc: 11.3k

genre/rating/au: 18+ | fwb, coworkers, f2l au | smut, angst

warnings: unprotected sex, fingering, semi public sex, multiple smut scenes, multiple orgasms, oral (m. & f. receiving), masturbation, exhibition, lots of feelings. like a lot of feelings :(''

A Boy Like You | Yoongi- @cinnaminsvga ♾️¶

''→ summary: for whenever you are feeling low, always remember that there is a boy you know who would lift the sky for you.

{or alternatively: Min Yoongi loves you, though he never says it. He’s always been a firm believer in that actions speak louder than any words ever could.}

→ genre: coworker!au, f2l, fluff''

when the stars align- @itskimtaehyung ♾️Ω

''Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: FakeDating!AU with a hint of roommates (well actually more like apartment-mates but roommates is catchier), College!AU, fluff, angst

Word count: 10.5k

Content/Warnings: Mentions of heavy drinking, drug usage, strong language, but also cute things like adopting a dog together

Summary: With cuffing season approaching its end, you thought you had escaped the pressures of finding a boyfriend for the holidays. That is, until your friends set you up on a blind date that goes horribly wrong. This prompts you to enlist the help of your roommate, Yoongi, to fake a relationship so your friends will stop meddling in your love life. And it turns out Yoongi is a lot better at this romance thing than you originally thought…''

p.o.v | myg- @jtrbluv ♾️Ω

''summary: you were eight when you first met your soulmate. then you were eighteen when you realized that the boy who just got hired at the local record store next door, is also your soulmate. the issue at hand: you are the only one that knows.

pairing: yoongi x reader (fem)

genre: fluff, angst, soulmate!au, redstringoffate!au, college!au, high school!au

word count: 17.9k''

Yoongi is a Rock- @yoongsisbae ♾️Ω ¶

''rock!Yoongi x reader :D fluff a bit of angst a lot of silliness

Word Count 1.3k''

android!yoongi- @jungshookz♾️Ω☻☼ ¶

''→ pairing: min yoongi x reader

→ genre: android!au becauSe for some reason android aus are popping up everywhere, the usual heaping serving of fluff and comedy, N S F W like reALLY nsfw i poPPED OFF this time i don’t know even know what happened,,, forgive me god for i have sinned, a n g s t, i definitely teared up a little writing this because i was listening to kim bum soo’s i miss you and it made me 100x more emo

→ trigger warnings: this does get a little intense! beware!!

→ wordcount: 24k like that bruno mars song''

you’re so concerned about the ending that you don’t even know the plot- @joonsgalaxy ♾️☼

''° yoongi x reader x taehyung

° 1.9 k words ° fluff/humour

🌟 you bring your broken laptop to Tae—the IT specialist—who you have a crush on. you drag your bff Yoongi along with you, who—you’re certain—has a crush on Tae too. what a mess, right? well, the thing is, you never even considered the possibility of your assumptions being totally wrong.''

better place- @cupofteaguk ♾️

''summary: you might be in love with childhood best friend Min Yoongi, and he might be in love with you—and everyone seems to know it. except for the two of you.

pairing: yoongi x fem!reader

genre: hogwarts au, friends to lovers au | fluff

warnings: slow burn, alcohol consumption, truly lowkey an idiots to lovers au word count: 14k''

something to hold on to- @fantasybangtan ♾️Ω ¶

''❦ word count. 17.7k ❦ genre. parent fic, fluff, angst, a bit of boob action ❦ warnings. illness, mention of hospitalisation, mention of minor character death, yoongi is kind of a dick sometimes, accidental(?) flashing ❦ summary. it’s not that you don’t like your job. on the contrary, reading bedtime stories to a certified little princess is something you still can’t believe you get paid to do. it’s just that between all the school runs, snow days and secret second hot chocolates before bed, you may fallen a little too hard for those dimpled cheeks and gummy smiles…. worse still, you’ve fallen for her father too.''

the proposal- @dreamescapeswriting ♾️Ω☻

''WORD COUNT: 35K (No its not missing a decimal point)

PAIRING: CEO!Yoongi x Assistant!Reader

GENRE: Smut, enemies to lovers, CEO x Assistant, fake marriage, angst, movie inspired, slow burn''

basketballcaptain!yoongi- @jungshookz ♾️☻☼ ¶

''→ pairing: min yoongi x reader

→ genre: basketball captain x water girl, cheesy cheesy stuff, the FLUFFIEST fluff, jungoo is an idiot, humour, nSFW = smut, cocky yoongi, spoiler alert yoongi does a body shot off of u it just be like that sometimes

→ wordcount: 18.4k this will definitely make the app crash as per usual don’t come for me''

Hug-o-gram- @cinnaminsvga ♾️☼ ¶

''→ summary:

“This is probably the dumbest idea you’ve ever had,” Yoongi hisses, but it’s kind of hard for Seokjin to take him seriously when he’s wearing a cardboard sign around his neck that says ‘Huggie Wuggie Machine!’ in bubble font.

“Like, even worse than when we DIY’d your car into a convertible by sawing the top off?” Seokjin asks, genuinely curious.

“Worse,” Yoongi admits, trying his best to stay out of your line of sight. His cheeks redden, matching the gaudy pink kitten ears he was forced into wearing.

{or alternatively: Seokjin is a terrible wingman. He also runs a profitable business by sending hugs to people’s crushes for a fee. Mix them together and you have a recipe for Min Yoongi’s worst nightmare.}

→ genre: college!au, hugging booth!au,fluff, humor → warnings: yoongi is so smitten that he’s a walking disaster, so much shy!yoongi to the point where you’ll want to scream, seokjin just tryna get his homie some y/n love coochie bro ;o; → words: 13.3K''

I Wanna Hold Your Hand- @minisugakoobies ♾️

''Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Genre: friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, fluff, Roommates!AU

Rating: T

Warnings: pining, a lil’ smooching, Yoongi is very persuasive, reader is easily duped, it’s as fluffy as freshly fallen snow

Word Count: 1.4K

Disclaimers: None, other than obviously I don’t own BTS - they simply inspire me

Summary: It’s hand-holding season, according to your roommate.''

subtle- @joonary ♾️Ω

''↳ summary: just another memory added to the long list of drunk memories that you’ll forget but wish you’d remember, while yoongi will remember but wish he could forget.

↳ genre: fluff; light angst; friends (?) to lovers (?); min yoongi x reader

↳ rating: pg-13

↳ warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, and yoongi’s soft spots being exposed to the light of day. yknow, just another joonary fic.

↳ word count: 3.5k''

Hobi's Girl- @jjungkookislife Ω☻

''↬ pairing: f. reader x Hoseok, f. reader x Yoongi

↬ genre: smut [18+], angst

↬ summary: Yoongi had a wonderful night with you… but you’re Hobi’s girl.

↬ wc: 4.8k''

The King Isn’t Dead- @another-army-spot ♾️Ω☻

''Pairing: Yoongi x oc (fem)

Rating: M

Word: 19.7k~ (my finger slipped?)

Genre: historical fic, smut, romance, fluff, angst, political upheaval shit

Summary: After the invasion and the King’s miraculous survival, the nation aims to secure stability and his position of power through the prospect of marriage and continuing the Min line. As a promise to your brother on the battlefield, the King promises to consider you as his potential wife - to love and to protect. Or maybe it’ll be the other way around?''

the landlord- @ppersonna ☻

''↳ summary- your air conditioner breaks right at the height of a recordbreaking heat wave. good thing your hot landlord, yoongi, knows how to attend to any needs you may have.

↳ rating- explicit / 18+

↳ word count- 4.3k

↳ pairing- yoongi x reader

↳ genre- smut, light crack, PWP''

CYBERSEX- @gimmethatagustd ♾️☻☼

''The whole point of being a phone sex hotline operator is that you’ll never have to meet your clients. So what are you supposed to do when you find out your favorite client is your brother’s best friend?

» pairing: yoongi x fem!reader

» wc/date: 14.6k | July 2022

Jung Hoseok

hot rod- @kinktae ♾️☻

''a 1950′s inspired fic where greaser Hoseok can’t keep his eyes, or hands, off the new waitress at his and his boys’ favorite diner.

pairing: greaser!hoseok x reader

word count: 10k

genre: 1950s au, smut, fluff''

Kim Namjoon

The Bodyguard- @rmnamjoons ♾️☻Ω

''➳ summary: You’re the daughter of the ambassador to a small, peaceful, barely-on-the-map country in Western Europe, working as a diplomat to help your mother with her endless meetings and politics. After a kidnapping attempt gone wrong, you and your protective bodyguard Namjoon are on the run across Europe, jumping from trains, stealing cars, and pretending to be a couple on your honeymoon to stay hidden. As the would-be kidnappers close in, Namjoon promises you that he’s going to keep you safe, no matter the cost.

➳ pairing: bodyguard!Namjoon x reader

➳ genre: bodyguard au, romance, smut, fake dating/fake marriage, road trip (kinda), very slight angst

➳ word count: 62.9k – this is a complete, VERY long oneshot''

Show Me How- @imaginationofacrazyfangirl ☻ ¶

''Summary:You swiped right on a nerd, instead you got a Greek God. Or tired of your virginity, you decide to throw caution to the wind and find a hook up on tinder.

— PAIRING: Namjoon x f!reader

— GENRE: smut. 18+ minors dni.''

I'll continue in a pt.2

(tumblr doesn't let me write more lmao)

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xddaengx · 1 year

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The Little Things

✧ Pairings: ot7 BTS x Reader

✧ Genre: fluffy ⎜romance ⎜ polyamory ⎜ recovery au ⎜idol!bts ⎜sfw ⎜domestic!bts au ⎜established relationship ⎜

✧ Warnings: mentions of heart condition ⎜ mentions of surgery ⎜ reader is in recovery from a surgery ⎜ bts just being sweet ⎜

✧ Word Count: 4.2k

✧ Summary: You've never been more glade to have seven men by your side to help with your recovery. Even when times get tough you know they have your back.

Inspiring Song : Hold Us Together by H.E.R and Tauren Wells

✧ Author’s Note: This was requested by @lelewright1234 - i didn't follow to request to a tee and it ended up more domestic and fluffy then angst but I hope you still like it.

‘The rising stars from South Korea are stunning all with their good looks. Girls all over the world and wondering whether these six young men have anyone special in their lives. Just look at our swooning reporter on the red carpet.’

The camera pans over, six very familiar faces fill the screen for a moment, each holding a long glare at the flashing lights in front of them, trying to follow each instruction given by the paparazzi. The camera continues to pan, stopping on the wide mouthed blonde reporter watching them move down the red carpet towards her, you can almost see her vibrating with excitement.

“I don’t know why you always watch these.” The remote is snatched from your hand as a body drops heavily onto the couch besides you, the channel quickly changing despite your protesting. “I wasn’t even there.” He adds.

“Hey, I was watching that.” You hiss, leaning over trying to snatch the controller back. The larger man just smiles, stretching his arm so it’s further away, the remote far out of reach. “I like watching them all on the carpet, they look so handsome in your suits.” You coo, smiling with triumph as the channel flicks back. “You’d look great too if you were there.” You say with triumph.

“That’s all you had to say.” Your gaze pauses on the screen, the boys standing stiff on the carpet as a girl tries to squeeze in the middle of them, asking quickly for a photo. You continue to watch as the boys smile politely not declining as the girls manager snaps a quick shot.

“Do you know who she is?” You question turning towards the large man, surprised as he shakes his head a grimace on his face.

“No, but manager Se jin probably just told them to smile and take the photo, I think shes some record label CEO’s daughter.” You feel a shiver run down his spine as he reaches for you, one arm draping over your shoulder his remaining hand beckoning your closer.

“So, do you have anyone special in your life?” You question, your voice mimicking the earlier reporters as you hold your invisible microphone towards him, your body leaning forwards as he tugs you against him, landing on his chest with a heavy ooft.

“Why I do happen to have someone special at home… Someone very very special to all of us.” Jin speaks softly into your fake microphone, smiling at the way he feels the goosebumps raise on your skin. “We’ve all missed you cupcake.” He hums as you relax against him, dropping your invisible mic to lean against his chest, basking in his comforting warmth. You watch beeps loudly at his words, a deep chuckle escaping in.

“Making your heart flutter?” He questions jokingly, your hands making quick work of ripping off the watch and throwing it to the other side of the couch. You glare up at him before repositioning until your back lay against his chest, your head sitting comfortably in the crook of his neck.

“When are the others getting back?” You question, lacing your fingers with his and he rests them against your stomach, one finger tracing the adhesive gauze on your upper chest.

“Soon.” He says softly, his breath whispering against your skin as he sighs after, his fingers tracing over your collarbones. “How long till your next check up?” He questions.

“A few weeks, but they think everything is going to be fine, it wasn’t major surgery just a battery replacement.” You respond quickly, your body almost fully relaxed against him as you hear the front door open, the rush of shoes being shaken off and slippery steps down the hallway.

“Be gentle, she’s still recovering.” You hear Hoseok yell down the hallway, Jin groaning as the younger three member bound into the living room, their faces bright with excitement. Jin presses a soft kiss on your cheek before helping you sit up, slipping out from behind you leaving space available for the others to fit.

“Before you all ask the same question, she’s fine, doing well, still sleepy and sore, she has a check up in a few weeks to ensure everything is going well but she needs to rest until then.” Jin spits out the information your relayed to him over the afternoon, his hand squeezing on your upper thigh the whole car ride home from the surgery centre.

Taehyung is the first to take a seat, plopping on the floor in front of you, his chin resting gently against your knee as he looks up at you. “How do you feel?” He whispers, one of his hands sitting tight against your ankle his eyes locked with yours.

“Fine. A little sleepy is all, doctor said the anaesthetic can take a few hours to ware off.” You answer, your hand reaching for him, running through his freshly dyed black locks, pushing the hair away from his face. Jimin is the next to plonk next to you, his movements soft and slow, not wanting to jostle the couch wrong and hurt you. His gaze is worried as he glances over you making sure there were no signs of discomfort or pain, once he’s satisfied you aren’t lying he shoots your a bright grin, your own smile mirroring his.

Jungkook is last of the three to join you, taking a moment to watch his friends before shaking his head and barreling towards you, his body slides behind you, his arms snatching you up and tugging you against him. “I’m glad you’re okay.” He mumbles as he buries his head into your hair, letting out a delighted sigh at the smell of your perfume. The older members finally walk into the lounge room taking in the sight with a roll of their eyes, carrying on into the kitchen to help Jin with dinner.

“Put the monitor back on.” You hear Jin shout from the kitchen, Jimin passing it to you quickly, your face in a pout as you secure it back on your wrist. The doctors demanded you wear a pulse rate monitor over the next to weeks to keep record of any possible complications.

This may have been your first battery replacement but was certainly not your first operation.

The first was when you were six, diagnosed with bradycardia and syncope, often having strange fainting spells when playing with your friends. You doctors were concerned that partial collapse of a valve may be causing the slow heart rhythm so they cut you open.

The second operation was when you were twelve for the pace maker to be placed, too many trips to the emergency room over the six years between meant your doctors wanted to give you a way to reset your rhythm without a trip to the hospital.

The third surgery was three weeks later when your pacemaker had a malfunction, your father rushing you to the emergency room as the machine shocked your heart several times with no reason, the doctors went in and placed a new one, this one was successful.

Your fourth surgery was six hours ago, the first time your pacemaker has alerted you to a low battery, the doctors happy to see the machine was doing well, decided a quick battery replacement should do the trick, and once you get signed off in two weeks it should be another ten to fifteen years before you need another surgery.

The heart monitor beeped loudly if you had a interruption to the rhythm, whether it be a slow in rate or a raise in rate, the machine loved to alert the boys when they made you get butterflies in your tummy, like it was now. Taehyung raises and eyebrow in amusement as you slap at the watch trying to turn off the alarm as Jungkook presses soft kisses on your skin, whispering about how much he missed you. Jimin just rolled his eyes at the youngest affections.

It had been two weeks since you’d seen any of them but Jin, the six members attending schedules in America while Jin came home a week early to care of you leading up to your surgery. The risk of complications while the pacemakers battery was running out was high so he wanted to be there in case something happened. The company had made up a statement about covid that quickly quashed any fan concerns as to why the oldest wasn’t attending the award shows.

The night continues easily, the eight of you slipping into routines as if nothing ever happened. The movie closed with its credits your body sat in the direct middle of the couch, the two boys still besides you and one still perched on the floor in front of you, his head resting on your knees as you braid and unbraid his hair, happy for the minor distraction of playing with his hair.

Your eyes are burning from the effort its taking to keep them open, the long day and recovery from the anaesthetic leaving you feeling tired and weak. Most of the boys had noticed as your fingers slowed in Taehyung hair halfway through the movie.

“I think its bed time.” Yoongi is the first to speak, pushing himself up from the couch before moving to stand in front of you, his hands reaching out to help you stand. You place your hands in his, happy for the assistance as he pulls you off the soft cushions, Taehyung protesting as the loss of warmth on his back.

“You’ll see her tomorrow don’t be such a baby.” Yoongi grumbles, his hands tightly clasping yours as he pulls you away from the others, your gaze shooting over your shoulder as you bid them all farewell. Yoongi’s apartment was down the hall from Jin’s a twenty second walk, the producer unlocking the door quickly leading you inside before closing the door, disabling the keypad so the others couldn’t sneak in.

“I thought you could actually use some sleep tonight.” Yoongi says quietly, his gaze flicking down to the small bandage on your chest before back to your face.

“Well the doctor said no strenuous exercise for the next six weeks so nothing could’ve happened anyway.” You chuckle, leaning forwards to press a soft peck against his cheeks before making your way down the hall to his bathroom. You stop in your tracks as you glance at the fluffy robe and variety of soaps on the counter, a pair of brand new slippers sitting besides the shower as well.

“I thought you might want a nice hot shower, I know anaesthetics always make me feel slimy.” He says coming up behind you, his comments bring back the reminder of his own recovery from his shoulder repair, the joint stinging with phantom pain as his opposite hand raises to rub at it.

His words seem come out confident but you can tell by the way his hand reaches for yours that he was nervous about his gift. “It’s perfect. It’s the little things that matter.” You respond, a small gummy smile breaking out on his face as he offers to leave you alone while you shower.

“Actually, I might need some help.” You whisper, unsure how to ask. “It really hurts to raise my arms and I need to wash my hair.” You add on, Yoongi faltering but nodding in agreement quickly. Yoongi moves quick to run the bath, deciding it would be easier to wash your hair in the large tub, your body being able to relax in the steaming water.

“Be careful not to wet the surgical site.” Yoongi comments as he faces the wall, wanting to give you privacy as you slip out of your pyjamas, slowly dropping into the warm water, letting out a sigh of relief as the warmth surrounds you. You’re careful to do as Yoongi says, keeping your upper chest sitting just above the waterline.

“You can turn around.” You say quietly, not knowing why the situation felt so different. The two of you had seen each other naked before, multiple times even but this felt weird.

You felt vulnerable, as he perches on his knees besides the tub, his gaze locking on your face and not daring to glance anywhere else as he prepares the shampoo and conditioner. His eyes slip slightly landing on the light bruising around your surgical site, the clear waterproof bandage the only thing keeping the wound safe from the water.

“Does it hurt a lot?” He questions, shuffling on his knees a bit so he’s closer to your head.

“Not a lot, more of an ache then anything.” You respond, your eyes automatically closing as he cups the water dampening the hair before beginning to massage in the soapy shampoo.

“It’s mango.” He comments. “You’re favourite.” You hum in delight, your body relaxing a little bit further as his finger work against your scalp, slipping down the massage the back of your neck before he rinses the bubbles off your head.

Yoongi makes quick work of the hair wash, drying his hands on a towel as he leaves you to finish washing up on your own, wanting to prepare the bed. You manage to pull yourself out of the bathtub with minimal struggle, slipping your arms into the cozy robe and your feet into your new slippers before shuffling down the hallway to Yoongi’s bedroom, letting out a groan of delight as the large pillowy bed, the covers already pulled back, your fresh pyjamas sitting on the edge.

You dress quickly, deciding Yoongi must be cleaning himself up, before sliding onto the mattress, the bed feeling like a soft cocoon at the end of a long day. It doesn’t take long for your eyes to drift close, Yoongi walking into the room almost silently with the cups of tea, letting out a light chuckle at your clearly asleep form on the bed.

He’s quick to forgo the tea placing both full cups onto the night stand before tugging the feather down duvet over your clean body. He takes a few moments, sweeping your drying hair out of your face, his finger playing with the springy curls on top of your head, he knows he’ll have to brush in your curl refreshing conditioner tomorrow and help you brush out some knots, but reminds himself that’s a problem for later.

Yoongi switches off the lamp besides you before making his way to the other side, slipping under the covers making himself comfortable before wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling your body close to his as he presses a kiss against the crown of your head.

“Thank you for being here.” He whispers, pretending not to notice the quiet alert of your heart monitor.

“Should we tell her?” The voices whisper outside the closed bedroom door, the mattress is empty besides you, Yoongi must’ve snuck out earlier. The ache in your chest is stronger than yesterday, your pain medications clearly wearing off, you finally lift your head from the pillows glancing down at your phone to see a stream of missed calls and text messages.

You lock your phone again, not wanting to read any messages as you push yourself out of the bed, swinging the door open with a look of confusion, the seven men huddled outside the bedroom.

“Tell me what?” You question, your arms crossing against your chest as each of them look around the circle in questioning.

“There was an article released this morning.” Namjoon is the first to speak, sending a quick nod to Jimin who pulls up the news site on his phone showing you the title as Namjoon continues to explain. “Jin was sighted at the hospital when he went to pick you up - dispatch has sent the internet on a spiral to figure out who you are and what he was doing there.” You feel the way your stomach drops in dread.

As open as you and the boys were with your relationship, you had always been careful with public affection and exposing yourself, dreading the day their fans found out and how they’d react to the news.

“And?” You spur Namjoon to continue.

“They’ve found what they needed, HYBE is currently in contacts with lawyers but they think it’s for the best if a comment is made as soon as possible.” Joon sighs and rubs his forehead, Jimin taking his leaders silence as a cue to finish explaining.

“They want you and Jin to come out with an offical statement that you’re in a relationship.” You can’t help the way your brows furrowed, confusion setting in. “Just you and Jin.” Jimin adds, his own eyes soft as he reaches out to squeeze your hand.

“Our relationship is taboo cupcake.” Jin speaks quickly, “It will make things easier if the news is shared about a couple not an octuple.” He explains, not being able to help the chuckle at his own choice of words.

“Well what do you all think?” You ask slowly. You can already tell from Kook’s face that he’s uncomfortable, the rest seem to be keeping their emotions under raps.

You all knew this would happen one day, news would get out and scandals would ensue but you never thought it would be so soon, and for some reason never considered only telling the world about one eighth of your relationship.

“It’s for the best, it’ll lessen the blow to the fans.” Taehyung speaks, his face set in stone as he sighs, “They wouldn’t take it well if they knew you managed to snag all seven of us.” You can appreciate the way his comment makes the rest of the room light up, each of the boys letting out a hum in agreement.

“I’ll make the call to the heads.” Namjoon leaves the apartment with his phone pressed to his ear.

News spreads quickly, headlines upon headlines about world wide handsome being stolen from the market - it’s not long before it feels like your entire identity is put online for the world to see and scrutinise, photos of you spreading like wildfire.

The older members had left an hour ago to attend a press conference to answer any questions that needed to be answered about the worldwide news - Jungkook had left for his training session at the local boxing gym, Jimin having to leave for some conference calls about an upcoming project.

“Everything will be fine.” Taehyung whispers against your head as his body wraps around you, your head tucked under his chin as he rubs soothing circles on your back. “Jin has been the best at setting boundaries, fan are more likely to respect his choices.” Taehyung continues softly, his soothing working well for your anxieties though you can tell he’s bitter about the situation.

“I know, but what if they don’t like me?” You ask, quickly adding, “the fans, I mean.”

Taehyung just shakes his head in disbelief, letting out a breathy laughs as he mumbles, “doesn’t matter, cause as long as we love you, they have no choice but to love you too.” His laugh grows heartier as your watch lets out a high pitched alarm, your emotions never allowed to be a secret.

You’re not quiet sure when the two of you fell asleep, maybe it was around the third final destination movie, the sounds of endless screaming lulling you both into comfortable slumber, but you awake slowly to the soft poking against your shoulder.

“Love?” Taehyung’s voice rumbles underneath you, his phone screen lighting up his face as he turns it towards you, a proud smile on his face.

‘Jin is a lucky man.’

‘I heard she survived a heart attack, only the strongest partner for our worldwide handsome.’

“I’ve never had a heart attack but close enough” you sputter.

‘If I were the other members I’d be jealous of Jin.’

The comments underneath the article from dispatch are coming in troves, each of them more complimentary then the last. “Bet this isn’t what they expected.” Taehyung laughs proudly as he continues to read the comments being left under the article.

“I wish I was as pretty as her.” He reads in a high pitched tone.

“If I were the other members I would have such a big crush.” He continues.

“I love her hair.” He speaks the compliment with a bright smile, pinching a curl between his thumb and pointer finger, straightening out the piece of hair before letting it spring back in place. “I told you they’d love you.” He brag, locking his phone and placing it to the side.

“They’re right you know.” Taehyung says softly as you climb off of him, bushing your hair back into a hair tie to keep it off your face. You look at him in question as he wastes no time in teasing, “I have the biggest crush on you.”

Things were different now - Jin was able to take you to events, you often preferring to hang around the managers while they walked down the red carpet, taking photos and answering questions, but as soon as the spotlight was off them, Jin hand met with yours, your fingers linking together as he leads you to the table set up for your group.

The emerald green dress you wore was custom order by Taehyung, the cut of the front and back a low V showing off the pink scars on your chest and back - the man whispering endless praise throughout the night as you faced your fears of showing off the large scarring.

The boys had been making it clear in interviews that although you were Jin’s ‘girlfriend’ they all had a strong connection with you and cared for you deeply, trying to hint in a discreet way their feelings for you to the public.

Most fans has taken the relationship well, the rare few complaining that their beloved was stolen from them - but none had been as bold as the reporter tonight.

“Your girlfriend is brave.” She says to Jin, Namjoon translating quickly as she speaks, “Showing up with her misfortunes on display like that - I wouldn’t dare.” She laughs at the end of her sentence trying to play off the insult as a joke. Namjoon freezes, not sure how to translate what the female reporter said, looking at her with a stern gaze.

“I think this interview is over.” He says sternly, manager Se jin nodding quickly, guiding your group further up the carpet to the next reporter waiting. Namjoon pauses for a minute before turning back to the stunned reporter.

“She is brave.” He confirms. “She is braver than you will ever be, she has survived horrible illness and has recovered and she is free to be proud of her battle scars, I think you should really think about your remarks in the future.” Namjoon is nothing but professional, but all of you can see the way his body is coiled tight with anger.

You send him a quick smile as he rejoins the group, continuing the evening as if nothing every happened.

“I appreciate what you said.” You say softly as the body guards pull out your chair besides the leader, the two of you taking a seat at the table. Your hand reaches for Namjoon’s on the table giving it a quick squeeze before letting go, not wanting to give anyone time to snap a picture.

“Anytime.” He jokes, the dimple on his cheek deepening as he sends you a bright smile. “I feel like we’re going to have some new headlines by the end of the night.” He sighs as he rubs his chin, the smile still not dropping from his face.

“I’m sure everyone will find any footage of angry Joon as attractive as I do.” You tease, smiling at the way the pink rises on his neck and the tips of his ears. “Finally.” You exclaim, glad for once your emotions aren’t the one on display, only to let out a long groan as your watch lets out a wail in alarm at your excitement, the group letting out howling laughs.

This you could get used to.

#bts #bts imagine #bts scenario #bts fanfic #bts x reader #bts ot7 x reader #seokjin #jin #yoongi #suga #hoseok #jhope #namjoon #rm #jimin #taehyung #v #jungkook #poly au #established relationship

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sour-ggrapess · 1 year

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ILL SHOW YOU

switc jungkook x sub fem reader

warnings; oral, praise kink, over stimulation, multiple orgasms, mean names (ig), b!d jk, cum eating, teasing, unprotected sex.

A\N; WHEN DID BTS GET A STAR ON THE HOLLYWOOD WALK OF FAME?! nvmmm it was fake

Jungkook had always been shy during sex because he was never sure what could please you but this time you take control but he has other plans

¨ I want to make tonight last for you baby¨ y\n groaned as you rolled over causing Jungkook to be on the bottom as your boobs hovered over his vision. His eyes grew out of shock when you started sucking and kissing on his pecks. Soft groans escaped past his lips and his cock grew in his tight black jeans.

You moved down to his lower belly button as you undid his pants. Your touch on his erection makes his hips shutter and his mouth grow dry out of pleasure and desperation. Desperate for you to just stroke it or suck it, silently pleading for you to give him real pleasure.

Sliding down his pants but only keeping his calvin klein boxers on. palming his hard length as your thumb ran across the wet part feeling his sticky tip through the cloth prison. ¨ p-please y\n, touch me. pl-please.¨

“No, I want this cunt on your face.¨ you state out as you take your hands off of his hard cock. His body jerks in desperation and pain, he felt as if his heart were to stop any second if he didnt get a feel of your body. You climb up to get to his face but as soon as you reach jk snaps and grabs your soft waste. He placed you on his face as he regains his grip on your hips and it's even more forceful and harder than before

Jungkooks tongue dived into your slit making hard contact with your clit making your back arch up and your cunt spill wetness all over his chin leaking down his chest and neck. Pornographic moans escaping your lips as he makes out with your clit. A new side of your boyfriend nobody has ever seen before. This Jungkook makes your pussy clench, it's just something about dom jk that makes you wild.

¨ m´gonna cum, koogie.¨ Slips past your lips as the knot in your stomach gets tighter. Jungkook´s big warm hands push you off his face and onto your back. Flipping you over as he groans ¨ Only good girls can cum on this face. Without a warning he shoves his whole length in your throbbing pussy. Every single vein on his cock was rubbing along your wet walls as he ripped your hole wide open making a familiar burning feel in your pussy.

His cock was the biggest you ever felt and seen through all of fucking and sucking. You knew he would just rip you straight open and he does every time. Ramming his giant cock into you, balls deep making loud porn star moans leap from your vocal cords every damn time. Your clit tingling then a sudden burst of cum seeping onto his cock and down your legs.

¨ My good cum slut.¨He growls as he pulls out and gets on his knees to clean the mess off your womanhood. Kitty licks on your clit then moving down to your hole licking you all clean as if you were a plate in the hands of a homeless man. Sticking his tongue insied to clean your inner walls so none drips out but that suddden action making you release all over his tongue as you intended to the first time. ¨such a good girl can you come for me again? Jungkook asked in such a slutty tone you could never say no to.

At this point you were fucked out already just nodding so he could wrap his big buff arms around you. Big hands flip you over to your back so he could slide his length into your pussy for the last time tonight. His cock filling your cunt up making you feel like a slut as he rams into you like one too. His creamy tip kisses your cervix every time making you and him even more close.

He bucks his hips and starts getting even sloppier as his high approaches. Dick sliding out just to crash into your cervix 2x harder ¨FUCK KOOKIEE, AUGH!¨ A scream rips from your throat. You squirt all over his sheets and balls.

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bteezxyewriter12 · 14 days

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Annoyed Series

Jimin

Pairing- Jimin x Named Reader

Word count- 971 Words

Includes- Everything is consensual, established relationship, teasing, brief fingering, missionary, squirting, fluff

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"Ha! Pay me", she giggles as my monopoly piece lands on her property

And she has freaking hotels so it's going to cost a lot

More than I have

"Three hundred Min"

"I only have one fifty left", I murmur

"You gotta borrow from the bank again"

I'm so over this game

I'm losing badly

"I'm tired baby", I tell her

She smirks, raising her eyebrow, "You liar. You're not tired. You're just tired of losing"

"Baby stop", I growl, standing up from the bed and getting the game box from my desk

"Aww poor Min, such a sore loser", she laughs

"Jo", I warn

"Such a big cry baby when you don't win"

That's it

I glare at her as I drop the box to the floor and walk right to her

Pushing her back on the game board, she yelps as I shove her night dress up and off

We just got out of the shower before we decided to play the game and she's already completely bare for me

And me, I'm just in boxers which is easy to take off

"Jimin", she squeals

"Shush", I snap, sliding two fingers in her soaked waiting cunt

She takes my fingers easily, sucking them in and clamping down on them

"You think it's funny", I growl, pulling my fingers out then slamming them back in

Her body arches as she moans, flooding my hand

"You like teasing me when you know losing is a sore spot for me?"

"I don't...I...I...", she babbles as I drive my fingers into her spot, her pussy so loud in the room

"What's the matter? Can't talk?", I tease meanly

With one last thrust, I pull my fingers out, her whining immediately

Pulling my boxers down, I move on top of her, holding her down on the bed as I push my hard cock into her hole

"Min", she moans, her pussy taking me and stretching so pleasurably for me

Thrusting in hard, I bottom out, her cunt clenching as I hit her spot, shouts of my name echoing off the walls

I slam my hands down on either side of her head, my right hand landing on top of the gameboard and some hotel pieces

Ignoring them, I pull my dick out then fuck back into her hard, impaling her pretty tight wet cunt on my cock

I move hard and fast, the sound of our skin smacking against each other's so pretty

Her hand moves under her, shoving game pieces away as her legs wrap tightly around my waist, her back lowering and resting on the gameboard, fake money spilling out from under her

Her boobs wiggle in my face as I drive my cock into her spot, game pieces flying off the bed and hitting the floor

"You know I hate losing baby but still you think it's a good idea to make fun of me?", I growl, both our bodies becoming sweaty and mixing together

"Nnn..no...I...I'm sorry", she whines, her hand slamming down on the bottom game board, holding onto the edge hard as I rail her into our bed

"Yeah you'll be sorry", I grunt, the pleasure out of this fucking world

She always feels so fucking good for me, always so tight, creaming my cock like a waterfall

I can fucking hear it, the squelching, it turning me on so much more knowing she's making a mess all over me

Her pussy throbs wonderfully, so tight as I drive both of us closer

Sitting up, I watch her stomach bulge with each thrust of my cock, the sight of that and of tears streaming down her face driving me crazy

"Fuck, look at your tummy baby", I murmur, mesmerized, "Bulging every time I fuck into you, I'm going that deeply"

She nods, sobbing, "Feels so good Jimin. Fuck, so good. Gonna cum"

I raise my eyebrow, "Oh are you?"

"Yyy..yes", she hiccups

Grabbing her chin, I make her look at me, "The only way I'll let you cum is if you promise you'll never make fun of me again when I lose a game"

"I promise!", she yells, "I swear!"

I nod, moving my hand to her clit and playing with it as I fuck her, "Good. You can cum"

"Fuck! Jimin!", she screams as her shaking body arches off the gameboard, her cunt squirting around my cock

My body is thrown into ecstasy and I shove my cock inside her, coming at the same time

"Joanne fuck! Yes baby!"

Her pussy is still squirting, a mixture of my cum and her squirt all over the game, the pieces, the fake money

And I don't give one shit

I rub her clit through it, her pussy milking my length at the same time she's squirting, her fingers holding onto the board so hard her knuckles are white

Her body relaxes into the bed bit by bit as the pleasure leaves us, her ragged breathing reaching my ears

I look down at her, into her beautiful fucked out brown eyes, smirking at her

Leaning down, I press my lips against hers, kissing her deeply

Her arms wrap around my neck, pulling me against her as we kiss

Moving us, I shove the game and as many pieces as I can off the bed, getting the blanket over us, our lips never separating

When the kiss ends, she lays her head on my chest, her body cuddling against mine

I hold her tightly, playing with her hair

"I love you", I tell her

"I love you", she whispers sleepy, making me smile at how sleepy she always is after sex

It's adorable

But I have one more thing to tell her before she sleeps

"Oh by the baby?"

"Yeah?"

"Looks like the game is ruined from your squirting so we can't play it anymore", I say gleefully

She sighs, "Ok Jimin"

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male-reader-haven · 10 months

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~That Horrible, Wonderful Feeling~

Author note:

Here is chapter 1 of the project I've been working so long on!! I'm super passionate about this storyline, so I'm hoping you guys enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing it. As of right now, I have about 4 chapters completed, and depending on how well this is received I plan on posting them as well. Enjoy your Namjoon crumbs, there is SO much more to come!

Chapter 1: Ideal Woman

Namjoon's POV as he deals with prying reporters, stalkers, and some unwarranted feelings that send him spiraling. How can he claim to know and protect his fellow members if he doesn't even know himself? Y/N, one of 8 members of the worldwide popular K-pop boyband BTS, slowly helps Namjoon along in his journey of self-discovery and acceptance, dealing with his own feelings along the way.

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x male idol Y/N

TW: Stalking, internalized homophobia, heavier topics, invasion of privacy, slight NSFW, 18+

Word count: 2801

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“Now, RM, the fans are dying to know. What are your ideal traits in a girl?” The interviewer smiled and held out the microphone towards Namjoon expectantly. The camera pans over to his face and he forces a smile and glances down.

What a stupid fucking question.

He is so tired of being asked the same questions. Although he knew it was bound to happen due to BTS being worldwide famous idols, still, indulging reporters and tabloids who are constantly hungry for new content and scandals to feed their prying gossipers is so exhausting.

“Ah, well, you know, we all are focusing on our career and don’t have time for anything like that.” He avoids the question, hoping the reporter will drop it. She doesn’t catch on. She has a smile that is too wide and obviously faked. Honestly, Namjoon is pretty sure this american interviewer doesn’t even really know BTS too well or even listen to their music.

“Come on, everyone has a type. ARMY wants to know what kind of woman is RM’s type?”

As if you can speak for ARMY.

“Why do you care?” Namjoon snaps. He surprises himself with his response and immediately follows it up. “I-I mean, it doesn’t really matter. As long as they love and accept me, I guess.” He saves it the best he can. The interviewer stares him down.

“Awe, how sweet. Well before you go Namjoon, we just gotta know! There have been rumors going around that you secretly have a girlfriend! Is it true? Should we be expecting an announcement soon?” As she speaks, pictures flash across the screen of Namjoon caught in the street taking pictures with a fan. Namjoon feels frustration bubble up, not only at the accusation but at the lack of privacy and how the tabloids must have been following him around taking pictures.

“Wow. Really? Shameless.” He loses his patience. “I don’t appreciate being followed and stalked everywhere I go, you know. She is a fan and we took a picture. Sorry I couldn't satisfy your gossip.” He can’t stop himself. “Do you guys really get paid for this? Pushing this scummy, heteronormative agenda on celebrities hoping for a sliver of drama just so you can get a few clicks in by exaggerating and lying? We are people too, just like you. Normal people. So no, you don't get to make assumptions about me or pry into my life.”

“Heteronormative? Are you saying you are something other than straight? Is this official?” The woman interjects. Namjoon is fuming.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Namjoon gets up and storms away from the lit up booth and over to his staff, who briskly apologize to the interviewer and team and take him back to the studio.

Namjoon knows he went too far. Luckily his agent made sure that the interview would be scrapped and not published, but that is now an entire news group that BigHit won’t ever get an interview with again. Honestly they didn’t need the extra publicity, since at this point any company would be more than ecstatic to host an interview from BTS, but this was supposed to be a series of solo interviews from each of the artists, which would have no doubt been popular. Still, he didn't feel bad. Too many times have people asked BTS questions about their private lives and tried exposing them with false accusations and start scandals, none of which ever stick due to ARMY being so protective of them, but it took a toll on their mental health sometimes. Namjoon sinks into the back seat of the car as he looks out the window, listening to the patter of rain on the roof and watching the street lights reflect off the dripping window.

My ideal woman, huh?

He reflects. Everywhere he goes where people ask him these questions, they always say “ideal girl” or “woman,” always assuming he is straight. I mean, he IS straight, but it bothers him nonetheless. It’s not like anyone bothers to ask, they always just assume. He knows that people just want to hear him talk about specific traits and types to fulfill people’s fantasies. It seems people also assume that all ARMYs are straight fangirls. It’s 2023, how are people still pushing heteronormative standards? He takes out his phone to see new messages in the BTS group chat.

WWH: How’d the interview go?

Namjoon sighed and typed out his response.

Me: Horribly. Pretty sure I ruined it for all of us, sorry guys. JK: How so? Me: I lost it and kind of snapped V: Dang, sounds like they deserved it then. No worries man, probably for the best Me: Stupid private questions. I got too pissed though, it is my fault, but still Y/N: Ew, don’t they have anything better to do? Jimin: Fr. Don’t feel bad, I would have been short tempered too J-hope: Does this mean we have a free weeknd? WWH: Nice spelling J-hope: thx dad JK: Hell yeah, let's do a movie night! (read by SUGA, WWH, J-hope, and 4 others)

Namjoon puts his phone away and looks out the window again.

“Are you saying you are something other than straight? Is this official?”

The woman’s words echo in his head longer than he would have liked. Namjoon has always liked women, that he is certain of. Ever since he was little he had crushes on disney princesses and actresses all the time. He had his fair share in heartbreaks and girlfriends in school too. Ever since becoming an idol, however, everything relating to romance seems to have left his life and been put in the back of his mind. He knows it's because they are idols that they aren't allowed to publicly date. That isn’t to say however that he didn't fantasize about having a partner or being in a romantic relationship. Despite BTS being his family and never truly being alone, he couldn’t help feeling lonely in some ways. These days, Namjoon finds himself stuck in his room working even in his free time. Maybe this weekend becoming suddenly free would be a blessing after all.

Namjoon walks into what he and BTS know as the “safehouse,” which is a large home away from the city where all 8 members have access at all times and their own separate rooms. They usually go to the safehouse when they want to meet up, have events and parties or just whenever they want to get out to somewhere private from their own separate homes. The other members are already gathered around in the dining room as he comes through the door.

“Hey, there he is! Welcome to the finest restaurant in all of Korea.” Hoseok yells over from the table where they are all feasting on what looks like bbq.

“Join us, I slaved away at making this for all of you, congratulate me.” Jin’s bubbly voice calls.

“As if. All you did was order the food hyung, don’t act like you prepared it!” Jimin teases Jin and reaches over to put some beef over the bbq and then dips it in some sauce.

“Ah, perfect. I’m starving.” Namjoon puts away his things and sits down in the empty chair next to Y/N. They all get into food and conversation, laughing and smiling and having a great time.

“I’m curious, what did she ask you that sent you over the edge?” Jungkook quired, sitting back as Taehyung brought over some beers.

“The interviewer started asking about my ideal type of woman, a question which I can usually dodge, but she was persistent. Then they pulled up pictures of me back when I was visiting Switzerland where I met a fan and they tried to frame it like a secret girlfriend situation.”

“They followed you to Switzerland?” Y/N looked up, a disgusted look on his face.

“Guess so. Anyways after that she-” Namjoon cuts himself off.

“Are you saying you are something other than straight? Is this official?” Her words came bubbling up again, making him feel nauseous.

“She what?” Taehyung presses. Namjoon shakes his head.

“Nothing. I just got pissed, snapped at her and left after that.” He avoids eye contact with any of them, hoping someone will change the subject.

“I think you were in the right. I would have been so snarky.” Yoongi speaks up from the corner seat.

“Yeah, don’t think about it too much man. There will always be more interviews, with better and more respectful people.” Jungkook says, trying to make him feel better.

The conversation shifts from there and as the night goes on, the boys get more and more inebriated. Jin is practically howling from laughter at Hoseok, who is falling over in his chair with his face bright red. Jimin is half asleep, Jungkook is not far behind him, and Taehyung is talking about some nonsense with Yoongi. Y/N and Namjoon seem to be the better off in the bunch, simply making stupid jokes and laughing at the other members. Namjoon speaks up.

“I’m drunk, gonna turn in for the night. As should all of you.”

“I think Jimin is already there.” Jin laughs and points at Jimin, who is face flat on the table.

“I’ll take him to his room.” Jungkook sighs and lifts Jimin up and carries him away. The other members eventually all go to their respective rooms also. Namjoon makes his way to his room.

Namjoon closes his door and goes to get ready for bed. His tipsiness makes him stumble sometimes, but he manages to get changed and brush his teeth. After getting ready, he practically falls into his bed and crawls underneath the light brown and white covers. He drifts into thought.

Ideal woman…

Namjoon starts thinking about what he finds attractive. He imagines lean, fit bodies and smooth skin. Silky hair and slightly parted lips. Sparkling eyes and light voices that entice him. He imagines a pair of hands caressing his face, feels the hands move down his neck and to his chest, constantly moving. The hands then become arms attached to a lean and skinny body, a dancer’s body. He feels the body with his own hands, moving to the sides of the person and down to their hips. The person materializes even more, revealing defined abs that lead to a man’s chest and strong thighs that straddle Namjoon’s middle, masculine shoulders that carry beauty and grace. The person is a beautifully built man. The face is blurred, but he can make out plump lips that shine, half parted in a silent breath. The figure leans down into Namjoon, hands on his chest and head as it gets closer to his face. Namjoon is lost in a trance by this beautiful person, and leans in to meet his lips with theirs, when he is met with air. He opens his eyes to his empty room and him in bed.

What a strange dream.

He winces as he adjusts under the covers and discovers that he is partially hard.

Great, just what I need.

He doesn’t have the energy to fix it right now, so he just takes a deep breath and ignores it. Eventually, Namjoon drifts off to sleep.

The next day arrives quickly, and the members are all hung over in the house waking each other up and groaning in the living room.

“What’s everyone’s plans today?” Jimin pipes up, cheerfully, as if he didn't get absolutely wasted the night before. J-hope looks up at him from his fetal position.

“How are you a real person?”

“Yoongi-ssi and I were going fishing if anyone wants to join us.” Jin puts the offer out there, to which nobody volunteers.

“I thought you hate fishing?” Y/N asks Yoongi.

“I do, but it makes Jin hyung happy. And it's more fun with friends.” Yoongi half spoke, half groaned his response.

“Awe, he does have a heart!” Jimin teased. Yoongi curled deeper into his blanket in response.

“I want to go hiking today, anyone want to come with? We can get ramyeon after and karaoke!” Jungkook suggests.

“Oh, that sounds fun! I'll come.” Hoseok blinks the sleepy away from his eyes and nods.

“Jimin and I will come too.” Taehyung holds up his arm.

“Do I get any say in this?” Jimin smacks Taehyung’s shoulder.

Guess that leaves Namjoon and Y/N. Namjoon turns to him.

“Would you be interested in going to the National Folk Museum of Art in Seoul? I haven’t been there in a while.” Namjoon and Y/N both share a passion for minimalistic art and artists as well as art history. Y/N looked up at him and smiled through groggy eyes.

“Sure, that sounds fun!”

Cute.

“Sounds like we all got plans then! Get up and get going boys, or these hangovers are gonna take your Friday away.” Jin initiates the march to get ready for the day and get going. As everyone gets up and gets ready to leave, Namjoon also stands up. Y/N stays on the couch for a second before groaning and putting his arms out.

“Help me up hyung, i'm dying.” Namjoon smiles and exaggeratedly pulls Y/N up from the couch.

“I take it I will be driving us?” Y/N teases.

“It’s safer for us and the universe that I don’t.” Namjoon laughs and lets Y/N go upstairs. He trips over the first step, making Namjoon smile.

Was he always this adorable?

Some time goes by and Namjoon gets a text.

Y/N: I’ll be ready in 15, meet me in my car? Me: SOunds good Y/N: Lol typo

He puts his phone away and gets ready. After 15 minutes of looking for a good art museum outfit (he decides on jeans and a hoodie because he couldn't decide) Namjoon heads downstairs and to the parking lot to meet Y/N. He sees the light mint green beetle with its engine on and in the driver’s seat is Y/N, in what looks to be a brown sweater and a green beret with thin circle glasses. He opens the passenger door and buckles his seatbelt.

“You look nice! Perfect for the museum.” Namjoon compliments his outfit.

“Ah, a classic Namjoon look.” Y/N laughs, pointing out Namjoon’s plain outfit.

“Yeah well, I'm okay with being inconspicuous.”

“You will be my staff as I get all the attention!!” Y/N smiles and gives Namjoon’s shoulder a light punch. Namjoon looks around the inside of Y/N’s car, taking it all in. The interior is light brown and clean, Y/N likes to keep his things tidy. On the windshield mirror is hanging a car freshener that looks like a daisy. Y/N turns on his bluetooth and connects his phone to the radio.

“Any music suggestions?” He asks Namjoon.

“I want to listen to what you want. What are you listening to these days?” Namjoon inquires. It has been a while since he hung out with any of the members one on one. Y/N nods and scrolls through his phone as if it was a super important decision.

“I need to find songs that you wont judge me for.” Y/N laughs, half joking.

“You know I listen to a bit of everything, not much can surprise me.” Namjoon reassures him. Y/N smiles and a song begins to play. Namjoon recognizes it as Troye Sivan’s “Lucky Strike.” Y/N bops his head along to the music and looks at Namjoon for approval.

“I know Troye Sivan. He has a great voice.”

“God, what I would GIVE to do a collab with him!” Y/N reels, then puts the car in reverse and they set off. The car ride is pleasant and calming as they take turns recommending songs and vibing to them, moments of silent listening as well as gushing about artists they like.

“I wish we could be more open in our music. Like Troye Sivan or Frank Ocean.” Y/N expresses. “I mean, I know we technically can, and there is nothing wrong with expressing your true self through music, but I feel like we have to be so on edge because of how many people listen to our music.” Namjoon understands what he means.

“I get it. We have to tiptoe around certain topics because of how international our reach is.” Y/N nods solemnly to Namjoon's response.

“Yeah. I just wish I could write about what I want without worrying about scandals. We write about girls all the time, I'd love to write a boy love song.” Y/N is focused on the road. Namjoon turns to look at him when he says that, but doesn't say anything. They bop their heads to music the whole way, Y/N making silly gestures and expressions to the music as he drives. A slight burning feeling arises in Namjoon's chest, and upon realizing he is staring quickly glances away and swallows.

Must still be hungover.

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Aaaaaa what did you guys think?!?! I have SO much more written that I'm excited to share with you about this story. If you enjoyed and want to see more chapters please show this some love and tell me what you think below!!!

Stay tuned, Jae loves you <3

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kokinu09 · 5 months

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Fake Love

Inspiration :

For you, I could pretend like I was happy when I was sad

For you, I could pretend like I was strong when I was hurt

I wish love was perfect as love itself

I wish all my weaknesses could be hidden

I grew a flower that can’t be bloomed in a dream that can’t come true

—BTS, Fake Love (English Translation)

💥Trigger Warning : Toxic Exes, breakup over the phone, implied friends to lovers, gay panic moment, MinSung (Minho x Jisung)

Word count : 2,347

AO3

A/N : This was intended to be a short little prompt and it obviously got away from me! 🤗 Originally supposed to be for @rainfallingfromthesky but the MinSung makes me think @keepswingin will be a fan. 😂 Hope you enjoy it!~

~*~

“It’s just not working out,” Jisung tells her gently, phone pressed to his ear, bracing for the inevitable argument.

“Wait, what?! You’re breaking up with me?!” She exclaims through the line.

“Yeah… I’m sorry…” he apologizes as sincerely as he can muster. But he’s not really sorry.

This girl has been doing nothing but ask him for money or to buy her things all week! Most of the time, she doesn’t even respond to his texts! It’s too obvious that she doesn’t and hasn’t even cared about him or his feelings for the past four months. So he’s decided now is as good a time as ever to let her go. Cut his losses and move on.

The laugh he hears in response is sarcastic at best before she switches to an overly sweet coo. “You don’t wanna break up with me! Come on, Ji baby! Why don’t we go out to a nice restaurant and talk about this!”

Usually, he’d feel bad for handling a breakup over the phone instead of in person, but he’s so glad he did in this case. The way his eyes roll to the back of his skull in annoyance at the suggestion would have definitely offended her worse. He’s struggling enough just trying to keep his breathing even and not letting out any noises of frustration. Maybe he should have just texted her at this point.

“No, no. There’s no reason to draw this out,” he says, hearing a ‘but’ as he goes on to keep her from interrupting. “It’s been fun but I don’t think we’re good for each other. It’d just be best for both of us to go our separate ways.” He rushes out and crosses his fingers that she won’t make this harder than it needs to be.

On the other end, he heard her scoff. “Really, wow. I guess the rumors really were true. Do you think you’re better than everyone else, Han Jisung? ‘Cause I hate to be the bearer of bad news but you’re not all that.” She sneers. “It was embarrassing hearing about you from all my friends. Seeing all those videos of you having a panic attack walking through the airport. What kind of Idol gets anxiety from just getting on a plane!” She laughs cruelly.

“Ouch, okay then. I see what this really meant to you,” Jisung snaps back angrily, not that this was any news to him.

He already knew she was only into him for his money but his heart still hurts that he still hasn’t been able to find someone who likes him for him. Whether he had money and fame or not.

“You won’t have to worry about me ‘embarrassing you’ anymore. It’s over.” His tone burns with anger as the words leave his lips. Sharp-edged, firm and indisputable. No room for argument.

“Fine!” She huffs in arrogant annoyance. “You’ll be back.” She adds he can hear the cocky smirk she must be wearing as she says it.

Breathing a laugh, “Doubtful,” he says, ending the call before he can waste another second on their pointless relationship.

Jisung sighs as he drops his phone to the mattress, pressing the heels of his hands against his eye sockets. He’s exhausted. It’s been the same thing over and over again since he’s tried dating.

He hates it. He can’t tell who genuinely cares about him or who’s only out for themselves. It always starts off great and they seem so sweet and affectionate. Then, at some point along the way, it just flips and they’re flirting with the other members or only giving him attention when they want something.

His mind is a mess, thoughts racing in the worst possible directions. From the self-conscious worry of ‘Is it him?’ ‘Is he the reason it never works out?’ To the despair of ‘he’ll be alone forever.’ ‘He’ll never find someone who truly loves him.’

The buzz of his phone beside him pulls his brain out of its spiraling. He glances at the back of it, debating if he dare flip it over and see who was messaging him. It was probably her, continuing the arguments or pleading for another chance.

It’s always the same.

With a resigned huff, he grabs his phone more aggressively than was probably necessary as he flips the screen to see the notification. The tension in his brow immediately eases, sighing out a relieved breath at seeing it in fact wasn’t a text from ‘Little Miss Gold Digger’ but instead was from Minho. A pointless text about his meal, complete with a picture of proof. Too zoomed in to really tell if it looks good or not.

Even still. No matter how mundane the topic is, Jisung finds that he’s never annoyed by his best friend’s messages. He actually looks forward to them. They make him feel normal for once.

He closes his eyes as his head tilts back with a smile spreading across his lips. A feeling of deep gratitude replacing all the negativity that had filled his chest. Thankful that he’s not truly alone. He has Minho and the rest of his members going through it with him. The few people who understand everything he’s going through. Minho, the one who knows him better than anyone else in the world. Who he can turn to with his struggles without worry of judgment.

He’s already pressed the call button before even giving it a second thought. And Minho doesn’t disappoint, answering on the first ring.

“Ah, my dinner looked too delicious for you to resist, huh Jagiya?” He laughs, the infectious sound tugging at the corners of Jisung’s lips.

“Yeah right, I couldn’t even tell what you were having, hyung,” he replies with a chuckle that quickly dies with his sunken mood. “But uh, would it be ok if I come by your dorm tonight?”

There’s a pause from the other end of the line.

“Of course you can,” he says easily before asking, “Is something wrong, Hannie?”

Jisung cringes at the question because he can’t be honest and just say ‘everything is wrong actually.’ Minho would worry about him. And Jisung already felt like too much of a burden by asking to come over.

So he’ll lie to ease it a little bit.

“Everything’s fine, hyung. I just, don’t wanna be alone right now,” but he can’t stop the honesty that slips out. Minho was good for that. No matter how much Jisung wants to hide the truth, it always comes out around him.

“Come over, Hannie. We can talk if you want after we watch a few episodes together,” Minho offers, a gentle undertone to his voice. Understanding and willing to listen. When he’s ready, of course.

~*~

Two episodes quickly snowballs into five as it often did when Minho and Jisung binge-watch a show together. The TV is switched off when Minho finally decides it’s getting a little late.

Jisung uncurls himself from around the dancer with a stretch and yawn. Another habit the two have adopted over the years of watching anime together. Slowly migrating across the couch or mattress until they are huddled up to each other for warm, comfy cuddles.

It’s never been something they’ve thought about much. They enjoyed the skinship and didn’t question it further than that.

“I guess I could go back to the other dorms now,” Jisung sighs, shoving his palms against the cushions to push himself up.

“Hold on, Hannie. We’re not done here yet,” Minho says, grabbing his wrist to yank him back down on the couch. Jisung chuckles but doesn’t put up much of a fight as he relaxes back into his seat.

“What are you talking about, Weirdo? You’re the one who turned the show off!” He retorts playfully. But Minho turns his whole body to face him, giving his undivided attention.

“Don’t you wanna talk about what was bothering you earlier?” He asks, tilting his head as his elbow props it up on the back of the sofa.

Jisung stiffens.

He’d almost forgotten. But everything comes flooding back to the forefront of his mind. The struggle, the longing, the loneliness. He’d almost forgotten of that in the few hours he spent with Minho.

But it will inevitably all come back when he leaves again. Searching for the person who will fill the cracks left in his heart.

How was he even supposed to explain that?

The rapper lets out a heavy sigh, eyes fixed on the way his fingers pick at a frayed string on his jeans. “I broke up with that girl I was seeing. You know, the blonde one?”

Minho hums. “Good, I didn’t like her anyway.”

“Huh?!” Jisung shrieks. “Why didn’t you say anything for the last four months?!” But Minho just shrugs.

“She wasn’t butting into my Hannie time too much.” Then he pauses, dramatically tapping his chin in thought. “To be honest, I kinda forgot she existed half the time.”

That makes Jisung chuckle almost humorlessly. “Yeah me too,” he sighs. “The only reason she liked me was the fame and money. When I told her I was done, she even made fun of me for my anxiety. She didn’t care about me, she never did.” His words quiet and fragile as they left his mouth. The unspoken worry of ‘Will anyone ever love me?’ lingering in the air.

“Well that’s her loss.” Minho says firmly, and Jisung sees the anger burning behind his eyes when he looks back at him. “And if she really can’t understand that your anxiety is not a choice, then she didn’t deserve you in the first place.”

If he thought about it, looking close enough, he could swear he saw smoke coming out of Minho’s nostrils with how angry he seems. It sends a wave of warmth spreading through his chest as a quiet chuckle bubbles out. “Of course you think that, you’re my overprotective best friend!”

Minho stays quiet for a moment, his eyes seeming to search his for something he can’t quite place. But his gut flips with a nervousness he’s not used to with his best friend. Then Minho sighs softly in resignation as he leans back, breaking the tension strung tightly between them.

“No, Hannie, I mean it. You deserve the world from whoever you choose to be with.” He corrects but Jisung furrows his brows as a pout scrunches his face.

“Ok, sure. Whatever you say,” he grumbles. “I haven’t found anyone even remotely close to treating me like that so far.” He lets out his own deep sigh. “I want to find the real thing but it’s so hard. Everyone’s a fan but for all the wrong reasons. I’m so sick of this fake love.”

“Then stop looking out there and look around instead.”

Jisung’s head snaps up to look at the older boy across from him. Minho holds his gaze, intently watching for his reaction. Does he mean what he thinks he means? And why has his stomach erupted into a fit of butterflies?

“Wh-what are you talking about, hyung! Don’t say weird stuff!” Jisung laughs nervously, trying to play it off as if his brain wasn’t suddenly speeding at a million miles an hour. As if his heart wasn’t racing with a mix of panic and giddiness.

Minho’s eyes crinkle in the corners as a smirk forms on his lips. “There’s nothing weird about being honest about how you feel!” He teases lightly, clearly enjoying Jisung’s squirming and flushed cheeks.

The younger makes an embarrassed noise, covering his face with his hands to hide the darkening shade of red. “Ah! You’re just messing with me!”

Warm, gentle fingers wrapping around his wrist to pull his hand away. Jisung’s wide eyes lift to look at him. “I’m not.” He replies with a softened smile, his hand keeping contact with the skin of his wrist.

The look in his eyes made his spine tingle and his heart flutter. It dawns on him that he hopes it’s true. Hopes that Minho feels something stronger than friendship towards him. His stomach does a somersault at the prospect.

When did the feelings for his best friend grow past admiration into this deep fondness? And why has he never noticed it happening?

He isn’t sure how long he sat there trying to wrack his brain for an answer before Minho’s chuckle snaps him out of his own head. “You’re overthinking it, Sungie.”

He wasn’t wrong, but how could he not?! This is his best friend! What if they try to make something work between them and then it ruins what they already have?!

Minho’s grip on his wrist squeezes lightly, pulling him out of his thoughts again. A soft smile is there waiting for him.

“I don’t need you to say anything right now. Just, think about it, ok?” The dancer requests, eyes pleading.

Jisung wants to tell him how he feels. But how can he do that when he hasn’t even sorted through his feelings himself? So he gulps down the lump in his throat and nods, trying to portray his sincerity through their held gaze.

The way Minho’s eyes crinkle happily again makes Jisung relax, his chest filling with warmth. “Good, now come here, Sungie. One more episode won’t hurt, right?” He readjusts with his arms open, welcoming the other boy in for cuddles again.

Jisung laughs under his breath but doesn’t argue, scooting closer and tucking himself against Minho’s side like he always does. Minho’s arm tightens around his shoulders before relaxing, rubbing his back comfortingly.

As the episode starts up, Jisung finds himself letting out a content sigh, snuggling deeper into Minho’s chest. He doesn’t have to overthink this. This is his comfort place. And Minho can read him without him saying a word. Complicated wasn’t a thing between them. They’ll figure out what they want in due time and everything will be fine. He’s sure of it.

And even though he feels like he’s been through hell trying to get here, maybe he’s finally found a safe place to keep his heart.

#stray kids fic #minsung #minho x jisung #lee know x han #lee know #han jisung #skz fic #skz fanfic #stray kids fanfic #kokinu09 writes

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can you do a reaction about how the boys act when they see someone else flirting with the you?

Someone flirts with you ~ BTS Reactions

Kim Namjoon:

Namjoon briefly coughed to cover up the confused sound that escaped his mouth, his eyes flitting over to you who was standing a few feet away from him with a tall and handsome man shaking your hand.

Namjoon tried to concentrate on the interview but there was so much going on at the same time that he found it difficult to pay attention to one thing. The interviewer was asking the boys something, Jin and Hoseok looked over at Namjoon for help with the translations, Jungkook's elbow was hitting Namjoon's arm as he tried to move his blazer repeatedly to fan some air to his middle that was probably sweating and making his silk shirt stick to his body.

And then there was also a man that he did not know take the same hand that you had offered to shake - right up to his mouth - and place a kiss over your knuckles. Namjoon blanked out for a second, staring numbly at the scene that had just unfolded before him, before snapping back to reality with a brief clearing of his throat, looking back at the interview with a brilliant fake smile.

He tried his best to not appear disinterested in what the interviewer never seemed to stop babbling about, sighing in relief when they finally said goodbye.

Without a second thought, Namjoon marched over to you with a bitter, 'I leave my girlfriend alone for one minute and guys are already falling head over heels,' that he spat under his breath.

"Who was that?" Namjoon asked you in a hushed whisper, pulling you into him and playing it cool.

"To be honest," you giggled shamelessly, "I have no idea."

"Why did he kiss your hand?" Namjoon complained with a little frown.

"I was surprised too, yes. I immediately told him I'm here with my boyfriend."

Namjoon's eyebrows rose in surprise, looking down at you with a proud smirk.

"That's my girl. What did he say?"

"He was like, 'oh yeah! you're that leader's girl, yes!' and I was like, 'yeahhh'," you smirked, continuing with a grin, "My boyfriend is the leader of BTS."

Namjoon couldn't help but chortle at your response, patting your back proudly and bending to kiss your cheek, his lips just touching the corner of your mouth.

"Damn right, I'm your boyfriend."

Kim Seokjin:

"Annyeonghaseyo," the staff member greeted everyone in the life, squeezing past a few people and standing right next to you.

"Hi, (Y/n)," he grinned down at you, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small canned caramel latte. "I got this free, you can have it."

From the corner, Jin's eyes narrowed at the little interaction, his arm pressed against the elevator wall and Jimin leaning right up against him.

"Thanks," you smiled, accepting the coffee from him. "I've been craving some caffeine."

"I know," the man smirked, straightening up and clearing his throat. "You usually stop by the cafe in the morning with the girls, but I didn't see you today."

Jin internally scoffed. He keeps track of you now?

"Oh," you nodded lamely. "I was late."

"That's alright," he smiled, raising a hand boldly to pat your head. "Just tell me if you need something, and I'll get it for you."

"Okay," you laughed, nodding and deflating into an awkward silence. Your lips pursed, building up the courage to look towards Jin.

Jin's eyebrows rose in question, giving you a look but soon glanced to the door when it dinged.

"I'll see you around, (Y/n)," the staff member smiled fondly at you, briefly hugging you from the side before rushing out with the crowd. You stood frozen, now only four people were left in the elevator.

Jin stretched his muscles, walking over and standing right behind you. His manager was busy on the phone and Jimin was leaning against the wall with his eyes closed.

"Wasn't he getting a bit too cozy with you?"

"I guess," you breathed out, finally at ease. Jin pulled you gently, letting your back rest against his chest.

"Did he make you feel uncomfortable?"

You took his hand in yours to play with his fingers.

"Just a little. But he's always been that way."

"I'll speak with him," Jin offered, a tinge of concern evident in his voice.

"Next time, stand beside me."

Min Yoongi:

"Um," Yoongi chuckled under his breath when you came back to sit beside him.

"What?"

"I can't believe I'm saying this but..." Yoongi's eyes closed and then widened in disbelief. "That was kinda hot."

"What was hot?" you snorted, turning to point to your friend on the other side of the counter. "Whatever happened there?"

"Mhm," he hummed, distracting himself by opening up his notebook and grabbing his pen. "I was a bit confused at first, I mean, I thought she wanted to whisper something to you when he leaned over the counter, but she was just talking."

"It was a little loud," you defended with a laugh. "But I won't deny that she wasn't flirting with me."

"You were flirting back," Yoongi commented.

"Well," you nodded, adjusting in your seat, "We're just close that way. We always flirt with each other but it's harmless and platonic, at least from my side."

"Ah," he nodded with a little raise of his eyebrows. "Flirt with each other?"

"We used to believe that if we never get a boyfriend, we'll live together in a big mansion and have many dogs."

"Typical girlfriend thoughts," Yoongi rolled his eyes. "Sorry to break that dream but you have a boyfriend now, y'know."

"Oh, I know," you smirked. "But she's single and keeps calling me her wife. Can't help it."

"Wife?" Yoongi's eyes widened.

"Am I not wife material?" You challenged.

Yoongi looked across at your friend who was working behind the counter with an apron. Giving it a thought, Yoongi nodded and turned back to face you.

"I better buck up. Can't lose to a girl now, can I?"

Jung Hoseok:

"Um," Hoseok blinked, standing by the door with his wet socks in one hand and a blow-dryer in the other. "What's going on?"

"Nothing," both you and Namjoon replied in sync, briefly looking at each other before looking back at Hoseok.

"What you up to?"

"I just washed my socks," Hoseok replied, cautiously taking two steps into the hotel room.

"Is there any reason why you two are lying down together, on my bed?"

"It's my bed too," you replied.

"Yeah," Namjoon laughed. "Mine too."

"That doesn't answer my question? Why are you two lying down together?"

"We were reading," Namjoon held up a book that Hoseok really had no interest in. "There's only one, so we decided to share it."

"By lying down together?"

"Would you rather have me sit on (Y/n)'s lap?" Namjoon deadpanned.

Hoseok looked across at the two of you, wide-eyed and dumbfounded.

"Just chill, Hobi," you giggled, taking the hairdryer from his hands. "Don't use my stuff."

"Don't change the topic," He looked into your eyes desperately.

"Don't tell me what to do," you answered casually, sitting back down and looking at Namjoon. "Shall we continue?"

Namjoon smirked, patting the space beside him.

"No?" Hoseok answered on his behalf, quickly sitting down on the bed and holding his socks up. "If you even think about lying next to him, I'll put these on your face."

"Don't talk to my bestie like that," Namjoon frowned, hiding away the smile behind a little pout.

"Bestie?!" your boyfriend shrieked in disbelief. "What??"

"Let's go somewhere else, Joonie. He won't let us read in peace."

"Come here," Namjoon quickly pulled you under his arm, the two of you walking out and continuing the little act that the two of you had planned.

"Joonie?" Hoseok mumbled under his breath, completely baffled.

"I can be a better boyfriend than him," Namjoon croaked, his voice cracking and one arm raised into the air dramatically.

"I can do the things that he never did!"

"(Y/N)!!" Hoseok screamed, both you and Namjoon bursting into a fit of giggles and racing down the hallway away from him.

"He can't be a better boyfriend! At least I can cook!"

< Don't ask me why I chose this GIF>

Park Jimin:

"Isn't that (Y/n)?"

Jimin followed Taehyung's finger that pointed to you, his eyes widening a little when he saw a man who he didn't recognize sat beside you, his hands trying to hold your hair up.

You were laughing animatedly, letting him try to do whatever it was that he wanted to do, his knee touching your thigh by the way he was sitting.

"Woah," Taehyung whispered when Jimin was already running, if not flying, toward you.

"Jimin!" you grinned, taking his hand and making him sit beside you. His eyes softened at the adoration in your voice, looked into your eyes that were fondly gazing back at him.

"Good practice?"

"Mhm," Jimin nodded, looking across and briefly making eye contact with the man.

"Friend?"

"Oh, no- I mean, well..." you laughed, not knowing how to word it. The man beside you began to giggle as well, his hand playfully slapping your shoulder.

Jimin could've punched him for that. But he held back.

"He's the new stylist or something, but it's quite a funny story, I met him at the mall a few weeks ago when he lost his dog. I helped him find it and today he recognized me as his 'life-saver'."

"Ah," Jimin nodded, carefully reading the man's expression.

"Nice to meet you, bro," he held a hand out for Jimin to shake.

"Yeah," Jimin nodded, barely shaking his hand before looking back at you.

"Come, let's go eat. Jin hyung brought food."

"Okay," you agreed, letting Jimin take your hand and pull you up.

"I'll see you around!" The man waved, reaching up and patting your elbow before you could leave. Jimin huffed with a pout and tugged you quickly, wanting to get you as far away from him as possible.

"Okay! See ya!"

When you both had reached the table, Jimin let your hand go and decided to go help Jin with the food. He wouldn't want you to see right through him and know how bothered he was by the fact that a random person was playing with your hair. Taehyung soon approached you, smirking and resting his arm around your shoulder.

"Notice anything different?"

You giggled knowingly, poking Taehyung in the stomach.

"The whole world knows when Jimin gets jealous, Tae"

Kim Taehyung:

"Thank you," Taehyung politely bowed, taking his boarding pass from the man and stepping aside so that you could get yours.

"Hello," you greeted the man sitting behind the counter, showing him your passport.

"Hey," he smiled brightly at you. "How are you doing today?"

"I'm great, thank you. How're you?"

"I'm doing good, especially after seeing you," he casually flirted, averting his gaze and typing something.

"Oh, um," you laughed, looking towards Taehyung who was already glaring at the man, his expression hard with a light scowl playing on his mouth.

"Hey, could you get me a window seat?" You asked the man with hope shining bright in your eyes.

"Of course," he grinned. "I could do anything for you."

Taehyung was on the verge of interrupting him when you held up a subtle hand and brushed him off.

"Thanks," you whispered, bending closer and keeping your voice low but loud enough for Taehyung to hear.

"My boyfriend loves sitting by the window. I plan on telling him that we can exchange seats so that he can fall for me some more," you winked at the man whose eyes widened at your words.

"Oh," he chuckled lightly and nodded. "Yeah, sounds good."

From the corner of your eye, you watched Taehyung turn and cover his mouth, his shoulders shaking with little giggles that poured out of him.

"Thank you," you grinned, accepting the boarding pass and bowing politely at the man. "Have a great day."

"Thank you, I hope you have a great flight."

Taehyung slipped his hand into yours, making eye contact with the employee and smiling tightly as if to say, 'yes, that boyfriend is me.'

Walking for a few minutes, both you and Taehyung looked at each other before bursting out into laughter right in the middle of the airport, his mouth opening into a boxy grin and eyes closing tight at how hard he was laughing.

"That poor man deflated like a balloon," Taehyung guffawed, his eyes watering and a hand held over his mouth. "I can't believe you handled that so well!"

"Of course," you smirked proudly, shrugging like it was no big deal. "I thought you would've made sure that guy gets on a flight to the south pole or something, I had to stop you."

"Oh, I could," Taehyung pointed out, clicking his tongue with a scoff. "Flirting with my girl right in front of me."

"At least we got the window seat," you giggled. "I thought he would've felt bad and said no."

"Then I would've booked him a spaceship straight to mars."

Jeon Jungkook:

"Hey, Bang Chan?" Jungkook heard you call out to the man who was sitting on the floor and tying his laces.

"Can you pin me up against the wall?"

Both the men's heads snapped up at your request, Jungkook's eyes widening in disbelief. Bang Chan began to laugh in panic, briefly meeting Jungkook's alert eyes and then looking at you. He knew you were only teasing him after the iconic moment on VLIVE, and although he was a little nervous about Jungkook's reaction, Bang Chan proceeded to continue the little act as it had occurred during his live.

"Um," he giggled, looking you straight in the eye and mustering up the courage to smirk across at you in Jungkook's presence.

"Say please."

Your head tipped back in laughter, oblivious to the death glares Jungkook was shooting both at you and Bang Chan, quickly standing up to walk across towards the tall man.

"Plea-"

"NO!" Jungkook screamed, leaping off of the chair that went flying through the air at the force.

"(Y/n)?!"

"Please," you continued nonetheless, ignoring Jungkook and grabbing Bang Chan's arm.

By the time Jungkook made it to the two of you, Bang Chan had his phone in his hand, quickly opening up Spotify and playing 'Red Lights'.

"Yah!" Jungkook yelled, taking the phone from him and trying to stop the song. At that moment, Bang Chan grabbed you by your elbow, gently pulling you up against him.

"Since you've asked me so nicely," He teased, a chortle tearing through his pursed lips at the bewildered expression on Jungkook's face. You giggled innocently, patting Bang Chan's shoulder and wordlessly telling him to let go.

"(Y/n)?!" Jungkook looked at you with a wild glaze in his eyes. "What was that?"

"Let us have some fun, JayKay," Bang Chan teased him, purposely reaching out for you again.

"No, thank you," Jungkook stood between the two of you and protectively held a hand around you. "She's my girlfriend."

"She can be mine, too."

"Wanna die?" Jungkook threatened, feeling angered by the way both you and Bang Chan were laughing.

"She's only mine. I'm not sharing."

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blue-jisungs · 1 year

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can u pls make a e2l with jeonghan? it can be however u want! also female reader pls pls

soup&&confession

a/n. i’ll do you one better: friends to enemies to lovers. i hope you like it, i kinda… got carried away with it…

also if you noticed that my recent works are academic-themed… sorry 😭 it��s my last year and finals are coming so i gotta cope with stress LMAOO

summary. you didn’t think that someone would see your breakdown. and above all, you didn’t think that this someone would be jeonghan, your academic rival.

warnings. cursing lol!! mention of skipping meals and sleep, not a warning but seungkwan and jimin (bts) cameo (bc he was the only k-pop star who’s jeonghan’s age i could think of😭)

words. ~2700

your leg was bouncing up and down under the desk, your eyes glued to the professor. jeonghan though, was focused on you with a shit eating grin on his face.

“what? are you nervous that you failed or something?” he cooed and you snapped your gaze towards him.

“pft, no” a lie “i was studying” another lie.

jeonghan rose his eyebrow in a cocky manner and stretched lazily.

“mhm. then you don’t mind if i can offer you bringing your test to you?” he asked.

“oh, you’re such a gentleman. no thank you, i can do it myself” you sent him a fake smile and stood up. the class was dismissed so you took your bag and rushed to get your test. you heard jeonghan following you, so you sped up.

the truth was that you didn’t even remember how all that bickering with him started. he’s just your academic rival. you were friends since high school and okay, he was your first crush but collage changed both of you. and things weren’t the same as they used to.

you grabbed your test off the desk and rushed out from the classroom, taking a glance at it. 61/100 points. you felt disappointed but frankly speaking, you didn’t study that much.

lately you felt overwhelmed by everything. not only tests and exams but also your job. and the winter season also made your mood worse. not to mention jeonghan always bugging you.

“so?”

you turned around, surprised. before you realised who it was, you saw dark spots appear in front of your eyes. your knees suddenly felt weak so you wanted to grab something, anything. and it happened to be someone’s arm.

“hey, what the fuck are you–”

jeonghan. great.

you tilted your head down, blinking, as if was supposed to make your vision come back to normal quicker. your other hand tightened on the test, crumpling it.

jeonghan on the other hand, was concerned. were you alright? obviously, he isn’t dumb. and besides, he’s known you for a while now. when you wore thick layers of makeup he knew that you have bags under your eyes. the way you tried to play it off when you dozed off during lecture or just your behaviour in general. something was going on.

“you scared me, idiot. i turned too quickly” you hissed and looked up, apparently back to normal. you caught his stare on you, jaw clenched “what did you want?”

“nothing” he snarled, walking away. what a guy.

you went to the library, finding your usual spot at the end of the room. it wasn’t filled with people so you hoped you could focus for at least a while.

your heart felt heavy as you pulled the books from your bag. the test, crumpled, was haunting you at the desk. jeonghan probably got maximum points.

you shook your head, feeling a tender feeling of prickling underneath your eyelids. you hid the test in the bag, opening your book.

“pull yourself together, dumbass” you whispered, blinking a couple of times to look at the text “focus, idiot”

the letters started blurring in front of your eyes and before you realised the tears were falling down onto the paper, staining it.

you hid your face in your hands, trying to muffle your sniffles. you were tired. exhausted even. as ridiculous as it sounds, it just hit you. and the stress that’s going to come is going to be worse and–

“hey, are you alright?”

you shook your head as a no, not even bothering to look up. because you knew it was him.

“fuck off” you choked out, struggling to breathe.

“i’m not saying anything” jeonghan sighed and sat next to you, closing your books “take deep breaths, okay?”

“i’m trying” you mumbled, voice at the verge of crying. you wanted to go home.

“you’re doing okay. do you want to hold my hand?” he hummed, shuffling closer. your took a sudden, deep breath only to let it out with more tears “poor thing… what happened?”

normally you’d tell him to fuck off… again. but your mind felt like it was going to explode.

you leaned forward, your hand gripping your knees harshly. maybe by implying some impact, some kind of pain… you’ll get distracted and–

“don’t do that, silly” jeonghan’s voice was so… surprisingly soft and tender. he grabbed your hands, squeezing them gently “breath with me, please. you’re basically hyperventilating and it’s not good. look at me”

you shook your head as a no. you were humiliated enough by being caught in your vulnerable state by him. and now he wants to look at you, all teary and red from all that crying.

“don’t make me do this” he sighed, drawing circles on your hands as you subconsciously dug your nails onto the palms of his hands.

you looked up, still shaking your head. even though you gave in. you expected his gaze to be pierce and mean but his ebony irises were nothing but… soft.

“in and out, follow me” jeonghan hummed and you did as he said. at first it was difficult but eventually you managed.

you sat there, breathing back to normal. your head felt like something exploded in it, your nose a bit stuffed but besides… jeonghan - the guy who loved to tease you at every opportunity possible - helped you. and now he was looking at you like you were the only thing that mattered.

“what are you staring at?” you snarled, frowning.

“you’re unbelievable” he scoffed, a playful smile on his lips “besides you’re still holding my hands”

your eyes widened and you snapped your hands out of his hold, dramatically wiping them against your jeans.

you looked around and started packing your books.

“what the hell do you think you’re doing?” jeonghan asked, his eyebrows rising up. you didn’t answer.

when your bag was packed, you were ready to leave but jeonghan snatched it and put it over his shoulder.

“hey!” you huffed, looking at him flabbergasted.

“don’t yell, we’re still in a library. and now you’re going with me. to my place” jeonghan shrugged and started walking away.

“what?” you asked and had no choice but to follow him.

“are you gonna speak to me or…?” jeonghan is at the verge of breaking his patience. well, the walk was quiet and now you refused to say something.

“maybe if you didn’t kidnap me?” you growled, looking around. his place didn’t change a bit. you even noticed… a photo frame with the picture of you two, in high school. jeonghan had his arm around yours and…

…and looked at him with literal hearts in your eyes, the sweet scent of his skin mixed with his new cologne (which you laughed at, because as if it was supposed to draw the ladies attention).

“oh look, they’re coming!” jeonghan said and pointed in some direction, causing your body to jerk more towards him.

“you’re acting like a couple” seungkwan, who just arrived, made a disgusted face.

“and what, are you jealous or something?” you grinned and leaned away, your heart almost ripping out of your chest.

“–you. and now, obviously, you’re not listening. god! why did i even bother?” his voice makes you snap back to reality as you shift your gaze towards him.

“you’re done overreacting? can i go home now?” you sigh and plan on taking your bag back but he’s faster, ducks.

“no, listen to me. you’re overworked. you need to rest. and you’re not going to rest at your place because i know your stupidly stubborn ass” he snaps, taking the bag off his shoulder.

“and you’re the one to talk! as if you know what would i do! you’re being ridiculous” you closed your eyes, pinching the bridge of your nose “this whole situation is ridiculous, actually”

“you’d study but your brain is exhausted so you’d end up as crying mess, just lol earlier” jeonghan explained slowly, the soft thud of your bag making you open your eyes. well, he was right. it’s not like it hasn’t happened before… “have you even eaten a proper meal?”

“a ra–“

“ramyeons and pizza doesn’t count” he interrupted you, dead serious.

“this is an invasion of personal space. goodbye” you huffed and turned around on your heel. you’ve had enough. screw the bag. you just wanted to go to sleep.

“listen to me–”

“no! you’ve been an asshole to me since we started collage and suddenly, now, you care? i’m tired, hann–” the nickname almost slipped out of your lips but he interrupted you, causing you to realise your mistake.

“that’s exactly the thing, y/n. you’re tired. let me take care of you” he took a step closer, pure care in his eyes.

you were shocked, to say at least.

“i messed up. i know. but i’m genuinely concerned about you” he hummed.

“as a friend or as as in “you slipped, why do you have worse grades than me?”” you crossed your arms.

“get changed. i still might have some of your old clothes” was all he said before he headed to his kitchen.

you gave in. because what were you supposed to do, honestly?

his bedroom changed, though. all the posters stayed the same, even some pictures of you two (it’s not like you threw them out, neither). but it was more minimalistic – fewer furniture, the old armchair gone. new bookshelves to stack the academic textbooks and some plants.

you were surprised to see that he kept his “y/n drawer”.

jeonghan opened his closet and a drawer at the very right side of it. you watched him curiously and then he turned around, throwing a pair of baggy pants and oversized t-shirt (that was probably his hit you couldn’t tell because it was so worn out that the design came off).

“why do you have my clothes, weirdo?” you scrunched your nose in a joking manner and then he threw clean socks at you.

“it’s the y/n drawer. i swear you leave so much stuff here that i had to make separate drawer for it” he shrugged and closed it, a small smile on his lips.

“can we talk like normal people now?”

you turned around and saw that he was holding a steaming bowl of soup.

“why didn’t you knock? what if i was naked?” you hissed. jeonghan rolled his eyes and put the soup on his desk.

“y/n, eat. i’ll use the fact that your mouth is stuffed and you can’t talk back” he sent you a smirk and you sat down, opening your mouth in awe “yes, it’s my mom’s chicken soup. eat”

and you didn’t have to be told twice. you loved this soup, it tasted amazing but also – recalled a lot of good memories.

“i think it’s the time we talk about us. it’s a right place and time. and i feel… bad” jeonghan said slowly, carefully observing you. he knew you like a back of his hand, he could tell what you were thinking “i know i’ve been an asshole but i have a reason for that. it’s stupid, but i do”

you frowned and he scoffed.

“but that’s for later because now i want to apologise. i have a feeling i was partly a cause of your bad mental state. and i want to help you” he walked up, leaning against the desk “i want you to take care of yourself. i promise i won’t bug you anymore. i just want to make sure you’ve eaten and slept for a while, just for once”

“i’ve slept well” you mumbled and put away the bowl.

“yeah, sure. at the bags under your eyes just decided to show up for me? or is there someone else?” he teased, crossing his arms.

you felt the soup’s warmth spread in your body, making you feel… fuzzy. and cosy. and sleepy.

“shut up–” you mumbled and noticed a mirror on his desk. you grabbed it to look at yourself but he snatched it without saying a word “what the–”

“you look perfect. now lay down” he gestured over to the bed and you sighed, following “and listen to me now because i bet you will doze off the second your head hits the pillow”

“no i won’t!” you smacked his arm and he just scoffed.

“i preferred when you didn’t talk” jeonghan hummed and as he tucked you in, a swirl of butterflies took over your stomach. then he sat down next to you, thinking about something.

“i’m sorry” you sighed “i’m just tired and confused if you’re not gonna laugh at me tomorrow. yes, i’m probably exhausted and overworked… so sorry that you have to handle me”

“what?” he breathed out, eyes widening “don’t even say that. besides, we’ve been through worse. i can’t get tired of you, even if you are a menace sometimes”

you frowned looking at him.

“then why…”

jeonghan’s large hand cupped your cheek. your eyes widened and you suddenly felt how warm your cheeks was. but was it the soup or him? you had no idea.

“because i like you. i realised it when we started collage. when you went on a date with this– … and we had this huge fight, remember?” he sighed, embarrassed. obviously you remembered.

you opened your mouth in shock, shaking your head.

“let me make this clear: you’re pissed because i went on a date? you don’t even know him! jimin is the sweetest guy i’ve ever met!” you grunted “and you can’t even defend yourself properly!”

“i just don’t like him, that’s all” he said, jaw clenching.

“and i don’t like when a cheesecake has raisins in it! you’re childish, jeonghan. don’t talk to me unless you grow up” you hissed and walked out of the door.

“oh”

he laughed at your reaction and took his hand back.

“it’s because… well, let me make this clear, jimin is nice. but just… back at the time i realised i liked you. more than a friend. i liked you– hell, i loved you.” he let out a dry chuckle, making your heart skip a beat “i still do. but i was so pissed and jealous that you went out with him...”

“jeonghan” you chocked out, shifting so you could sit normally “this is the reason you’ve been such an asshole?”

“listen, i’m not proud of it. but i saw you today and i realised that… if i love you, i should be there for you. to help you when you struggle. no matter if you date me or someone else. but i did exactly the opposite. i’m so sorry” he whispered, looking you in the eye.

“look at me–”

“and i feel so ashamed of myself–”

“jeonghan–”

“i failed you–”

“can you stop interrupting me and listen for a while?” you laughed and he just rolled his eyes.

“now you see how i felt just while ago–”

you leaned in and pecked his lips gently. you probably tasted like chicken soup but you couldn’t care less. the feeling of his lips against yours, even for a brief second, made your heart skip a beat.

he leaned away, eyes widening.

“was there something in that soup or…?” jeonghan asked, cheeks slightly flushed.

“no. it was delicious by the way. but i forgive you. because the reason i’ve distanced myself was the same. i loved you, i still do. i assumed you hated me so i wanted to get over you. i thought that if i hated you, the feelings will go away. but they didn’t, jeonghan” you explained, leaning your back against the headboard.

“i’ve been such a fool. but that doesn’t matter anymore. i’m just glad to have you back” he whispered and closed you in a tight hug, the smell of his cologne making you melt into his touch.

“me too, hannie”

“i missed that. i missed you” he mumbled and leaned away after pecking your cheek “if you love me does that mean i can kiss you whenever i want?”

“i’d prefer to be called your girlfriend but i guess the kissing part doesn’t sound so bad” you rolled your eyes and he grinned, placing a soft kiss on top your head.

“shut up. and go to sleep, you do need that” jeonghan hummed, standing up to give you space. but you grabbed his hand and the way you looked at him melted his heart.

“can you stay with me though? you snore like an old man but i guess i wanna be close to you” you mumbled, tugging his hand.

and obviously he gave in.

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softbtsickies · 8 months

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I’ve been getting a lot of requests lately and questions about them being open so I’ve decided you guys can send requests but

1. I won’t accept all requests and have the right to refuse them (sorry I just find doing requests hard and have specific likes :/)

2. If you have given me a request in past or send one now and I accept it, it won’t be priority and will take a long time as I have so many inbox prompts and originals I want to write (I’m sorry again :/)

3. If you rush me to write your request (I had an issue with this in a past fandom and it turned me off requests back then)

What I accept

♡ emeto, stomach aches and fainting

♡ platonic and romantic between the members

♡multiple caretakers/ sickies

♡ currently only bts

♡any prompts I have made or my head cannons I will happily turn them

Into a fic :)

Will not do

- sneeze, scat, water sports

- y/n, original characters, people outside the band (romantically)

- serious illness/conditions (I write them but prefer to not do them for requests)

- stuffing, faking sickness, member being excluded, arguments for petty reasons, not believing a member is sick (I can do members underestimating how sick a member is but not not believing :)), sick characters acting cold/ snapping because they are sick, throwing up on stage or in public, member getting sick because they have a intolerance but still ate something with it /being told to not eat something but ate it anyway/ anything like that, anything that seems heavily out of the member’s personality,

- triggering topics such as mental health and eating disorders (I can only go those in certain mind spaces)

- injuries

- death

- smut or requests with kink intentions

- hospital visits

*I have the right to deny requests even if they fit what I accept*

*I also take years to write I’m so sorry 😭*

(Also sorry if I seem/ strict I’ve just had past problems with requests so I hope being firm make things easier this time :)

#bts emeto #bts sickfic #I didn’t expect people to even want requests from me but at this point I might as well open them #sorry if I’m being really strict I had issues with requests in a old fandom and it turned me off them

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goldenhypen · 2 years

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➴➴ CATFISH || 026 — when you told me.

PAIRING. lee heeseung x fem!reader

GENRE. smau, idol!au, catfish!au, fluff, angst, crack

WARNINGS. none

SYNOPSIS. after heeseung meets y/n at a fansign and learns about her fan account she has dedicated to him, he grows curious, only to later make a fan account of his own, hiding behind a fake persona, all to learn more about the intriguing girl he met at a fansign.

staring at your reflection through the mirror in front of you, you took a nervous breath in before letting out a shaky exhale, and you smiled to yourself to help calm your nerves.

months had passed since the day you and heeseung planned to go to the bts concert together, and today was that day. in just mere minutes, heeseung would arrive at your door to pick you up, and you two would head to the concert together.

you couldn’t believe it. the day was finally here. it was finally happening: the day you’d meet him in person, knowing heeseung as his true self; not evan, and not “heeseung from enhypen”—just lee heeseung, the one who grew to be your close friend, and your now-boyfriend, and you couldn’t wait for what was in store for the two of you and your shared future.

hearing a knock on your door, you jumped slightly in surprise, your head snapping to face the sound before realization kicked in. so with one last glance at your reflection, you affirmed yourself with a confident smile and another deep breath before making your way to answer the door.

“y/n,” heeseung breathed out at the sight of you and your beauty.

he was at a loss for words, to say the least, but so were you. all you found yourself capable to do was stare into his doe eyes that matched your own in their state of awe. neither of you seemed to believe that you stood in front of one another again after so long.

this was your first time seeing each other in person since the last fansign.

“hi, hee,” you managed to let out.

“hi,” he greeted back. “you look beautiful, y/n.”

“says you,” you said lightheartedly. “have you seen yourself? hee, you’re absolutely stunning.”

your words made him smile, and to him, you were the most gorgeous person on earth, and he couldn’t believe how blessed he was to have you after all you two had been through.

“shall we go?” he started after a moment of silence, gesturing to his company’s van that brought heeseung to your house and would drive you both to the concert.

you nodded, following him out the door and to the vehicle.

being the gentleman he was, he opened the door for you, with you thanking him as you hopped in before he gently closed it, getting in on the other side and sitting in the seat beside yours.

as the van began to drive, you and heeseung quickly grew comfortable in one another’s presence, just as you felt with each other whenever talking online, and it felt as though you could chat with each other for hours.

“you know, it’s funny,” you began, smiling, “the other day i was thinking back to the time when you told me that you were evan—“

you paused, and heeseung listened as you chuckled before you continued.

“when taking time to process and think about the whole situation, it really hit me, like, ‘wow, heeseung—the lee heeseung from enhypen—has seen all my posts about him and has heard me fangirl about him all the time.’ you know how embarrassing that was for me to realize?”

you groaned and laughed at the same time, heeseung smiling slightly as he nodded, listening.

“i never found it weird or anything, if that’s what you’re thinking,” he explained. “i thought it was really cute, and comforting too, that you and others thought about me that way. it was nice being on the inside, understanding how fans felt.”

“i guess that’s kinda a relief—“ you paused. “but a part of me still feels embarrassed even though it’s been months and we’re over it now.”

you laughed lightheartedly before heeseung started speaking, “don’t be. just know that i don’t, and have never, judged you or thought any less of you because of it, okay? i loved seeing you fangirl; it was cute, and it honestly boosted my confidence.”

you smiled, reassured and happy knowing that the thing you felt bad about actually turned out for the better for him and for you.

before long, you arrived at the concert venue, and your heart began to pound with anticipation.

having special access thanks to heeseung and the company, you were able to avoid the long lines and crowds and were able to quickly get to your seats, which—speaking of—were quite enclosed and private with an amazing view, again, thanks to heeseung and the company.

with music already playing and the feeling of slowly being surrounded by fellow fans, waiting for the concert to officially begin, your heart began to race with excitement.

you looked around the stadium at the ocean of seats before staring towards the large stage where the members of bts would soon appear. and all heeseung could find himself to do was watch from behind as you smiled and danced in excitement.

you turned to face him with your joyful grin and hugged him, “i’m so excited!”

he couldn’t help but smile, answering, “so am i.”

“thanks for taking me, hee,” you told him, looking into his eyes.

“thank you for getting me to come along with you.”

you both smiled and you pulled away, putting your hand in his before you turned back towards the stage, screens playing bts music videos beside as you started singing along, heeseung quickly joining in, enjoying yourselves.

and before long, the music videos stopped playing, and the show began.

as the members slowly made their way out, member by member, you screamed, unknown to you that heeseung was watching you before he found himself cheering too.

the group began performing the first song of the night, and in the blink of an eye, they were already performing the second.

in no time, the show was already halfway over, and the boys were backstage, getting ready for the next song.

you turned around, looking at heeseung who then smiled at you.

“having fun?” you asked him.

“yes! this is great. i swear, bts concerts are like no other,” heeseung explained.

“i know, right!?” you exclaimed, excitedly agreeing.

“i can tell you’re having the time of your life right now. i’ve never seen anyone so excited before. do you have a crush on them or something?” he asked half-jokingly.

so you answered, “first of all, who doesn’t have a crush on them?! and second, no, i don’t, because i only love you, lee heeseung.”

he chuckled, “don’t your two points contradict each other a little bit?”

you laughed before circling your arms around his waist, burying your head into his chest before he whispered, “i love you.”

but with the music being too loud, you looked at him, replying, “huh? sorry, i couldn’t hear you.”

and before he could answer, the members were coming back out for yet another performance.

you pulled out of the hug and faced the stage, immediately cheering and singing along again, excited.

heeseung smiled to himself, happier than ever to be watching performances from his role models, with you by his side to enjoy it with.

after hours of performances and entertainment, the concert finally came to an end, and you turned around to heeseung, barely able to process the experience. but suddenly, your stunned expression turned to one of pure joy as you jumped up and down, giggling.

heeseung smiled and laughed, watching and finding you adorable.

after many minutes, you found yourselves back in the van, unable to stop fanning to each other about what had just happened. you were still in shock.

but after having some time to process and calm down, you sighed happily, “thank you again, hee, for taking me today.”

heeseung smiled, nodding. and instead of giving you a reply in words, he turned to the driver at the front of the van to make sure he wasn’t looking before quickly diving in and capturing your lips in an unforgettable kiss.

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emerald-notes · 8 months

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The Other Side - Part 2

Fandom: BTS Pairing: Park Jimin x OC (Amelia) Genre: Fluff/Angst Word Count: 1.7k Words Warning: Drinking, foul language, mention of kiss, this chapter doesn’t deal with any major triggering issues. Note: (18+) Additional chapters contain heavy angst and sensitive topics. If you can’t handle problematic issues, I advise you to not read any further.

Summary: When Amelia and her bestie have an encounter with the duo (JiKook), they seem to develop a love and hate kinda relationship...

Part 1 - Part 2 - More to Come

Are we doing business? Or do you hate me? - Danger by BTS

“Do you want a drink?” I asked.

“I would rather have another ice cream.” Tara replied.

I rolled my eyes, “Do you even eat anything other than that?”

Tara was my best friend since grade two. We had our ups and downs, but were never separated permanently until Tara decided to live in the city to attend college. But whenever she came back to town we would hangout like we were kids again. This time, she came to visit the seasonal festival and I was determined to have the best night of my life.

I paid for the snacks and added to the stall keeper, “We’ll have ice cream and Cheetos too.”

“Two bottles of beer, please.” I heard someone beside me. We both looked at each other at once and I wished I didn’t have.

“Hey! Crybaby! How are you? Oh, hi there, Tara! Didn’t know you were in town too. So, you girls were having a little get together or something?”

Yes! It was no other than Jeon Jungkook. Just looking at him made me want to punch his face. I put on a fake smile over my gritted teeth and spoke rather mockingly, “How are you, big teeth?”

Jungkook chuckled and replied, “The bunny’s doing great. Thank you.”

“And so are the Barbies.” Tara snapped before pulling me away.

“Hey! Wait for me.” Jungkook called. We saw him taking his beers and paying hurriedly before sprinting towards our direction.

“Is he serious, right now?” Tara whispered to me in annoyance.

Jungkook whined, “C’mon! We met after a long time. And you didn’t even talk to me at Tae’s party. ‘Cause you were too busy drooling over Jimin.”

“Excuse me!” I asked, offended. Jungkook was really testing my patience.

“Who the hell is Jimin?” Tara asked, unaware.

“I’m Jimin.” Suddenly someone spoke beside us.

I looked at him in disbelief. My immediate thought was that he was perhaps stalking me. But then, I remembered that Jimin was a really good friend of Jungkook. So, it wasn’t unusual that he came to his friend’s town to attend a festival.

“Amelia!” He turned to me with a faint smirk on his face, “We meet again.”

“So, you’ve been talking about me with Jungkook?” I inquired Jimin as soon as we were left alone. Tara went to the bathroom and Jungkook was taking an important phone call.

“To be honest,” Jimin chuckled, “you’re the only thing I’ve been talking about these past few days.”

Jimin really knew how to flatter because I could tell that my face went red. But it wasn't time to give in to his seduction, especially when I was supposed to be angry at him.

"So, you guys are really having some fun talking behind my back, huh?" I retorted.

"You are indeed fun to talk about, I won't lie, but…"

I didn’t let him continue whatever he was going to say next. "Listen, I'm not interested in wasting time with you. I don't know why you'd approached me that night. I don't know what Jungkook has been telling you and whatever you're telling him in return. All I know and want you to be clear about is that I’m done encountering you. If you still don't let go, you'll have to deal with Taehyung."

Jimin laughed at my speech which only added fuel to my anger. "Well, one thing is true, then.”

“And what’s that?”

“You complain a lot to your brother, like a cry-baby."

Had it been Jungkook, he would have earned a slap across his face by now. I breathed out through my mouth to avoid doing something stupid. But someone spoke loudly beside me, "who the hell do you think you are, speaking like that to my best friend in front of me?"

"Oh, I'm sorry…" Jimin was yet again cut off.

This time, Tara angrily started to rant, "our night's already ruined. Thanks to your asshole friend. Now don't get me started on you. Don't even think you have any chance with my girl just because you're…"

"Tara," I immediately interrupted, "let's get going. It's no good fighting with them. We should know better since our previous arguments with the other asshole."

"Yeah, whatever!" Tara turned along with me.

"I'm staying in town for a few days." Jimin yelled behind us as we were walking away from him. "Don't hope to never see me again. 'Coz who knows! You might."

I grunted in frustration while Tara asked, "want me to go back and kick him in the balls?"

"Why do all the good looking guys have to be assholes?" Tara sighed one day.

I raised my eyebrows, "which assholes are you referring to?"

"Whom do you think?"

"Umm…" I thought for a while, "I know for once, Jimin is attractive and also, turned out to be an asshole like his friend. Who else do you mean?"

"I mean," Tara replied, "his friend that you just mentioned."

If Tara had said that she was pregnant, I would have been less surprised.

"What the hell, dude!" I couldn't mask my disgust, "How can you find Jungkook attractive? I knew your taste in men was trash but him?"

"Oh, thank you very much." Tara argued, "Mind you, I didn't say he was attractive. I only said 'good-looking'. And I believe I added that he was an asshole. So, he doesn’t really fall under the men of my taste. By the way, aren't you the one attracted to assholes? As far as I know, it wasn't me who made out with one of them."

I was flustered by her reply. "Hey, that was… a mistake. I was… I was drunk." I stuttered.

Tara started to laugh. I couldn't believe she was bullying me for kissing Jimin. Maybe, I shouldn't have confided in her everything. Especially the part where I said I actually enjoyed making out with him.

"You're mean!"

I stood up and walked out of my room to the living room only to find that Taehyung was having a blast with his friends. And the friends in question are none other than my life long enemy, Jungkook and my most recent crush, Jimin.

Turns out Jimin was a sneaky bitch. Somehow he managed to manipulate Taehyung into thinking that it was his friendship that Jimin was after all along and he had nothing to do with me. He also added that there was a girl in his city that he was seeing. Taehyung didn’t seem to have any problem with being friends with him since he didn’t pose an immediate threat of becoming someone closer to me. Now, my brother was having the time of his life chatting with the two people I couldn’t even bear to talk with.

Both me and Tara listened to all the bullshit for a while and then decided it was time to leave. “We’re going out!” I said to my brother, “Want me to get you something?”

“Nope!” His reply was short.

“Well, enjoy, I guess!” I muttered under my breath and headed out with Tara.

“Wait!” Jimin ran out of the house behind us.

Tara moved in between and asked, “What do you want?”

“I wanna talk with Amelia!” Jimin replied casually.

“Why?” Tara pressed further, “Isn’t it Tae whom you’re after?”

Jimin looked irritated, “Can you please give us some space for a moment?”

“What do you need a space for? I thought you had a girlfriend. Why? Aren’t you loyal?” Tara kept on going.

“Are you just going to enjoy this?” Jimin looked at me helplessly.

I simply shrugged my shoulders in reply. Jungkook came to his rescue. “Hey, Tara! Wanna know what the whole college is talking about?”

Tara’s face went red, “Jeon Jungkook, I swear I’m going to kill you if you did anything funny!” And she stormed away inside the house along with a smirking Jungkook.

“Hey…” Jimin started but I cut him in between.

“Is there anything important that you wanna say? If not, please go bother someone else.”

“You didn’t even let me start!” he pouted.

I frowned at his words, “Your pretense of being a cutie ain’t gonna help you now.”

Jimin turned serious and asked, “What’s up with you? I can’t seem to read you right. One minute you’re so into me, the next minute you won’t even look at me? Is Tae the matter?”

“Nope!” I answered truthfully, “It’s you! You’re the matter.”

“Will you at least tell me what I did wrong since the last time we met?” Jimin asked gently.

I thought for a while before saying, “Why do you even care? I’m only an inside joke between the two of you.”

Jimin started nodding his head as if he just realized something very basic, “So, Jungkook’s the matter, huh?”

“No!” I denied.

“Oh, dear!” Jimin laughed, “Do you realize how long it had been since you were in school? Seriously? Are you still holding a grudge over those silly fights you had with him? Are you still that petty?”

I huffed in annoyance, “Go on. Tell me more about what else he had told you about me.”

“Nothing but all the good times that he had with you.” Jimin said with a smile.

“Huh?”

“Amelia!” Jimin shook me by the shoulders, “Jungkook always talked about you and Tara as if you were his only friends in high school. Yeah, he mentioned the fights and all. But at the end of the day, he still considers you his friends. The time when I confessed to him about you, the only thing he said was that I was diving in for some adventure. And it wasn’t even said in a bad way. He really ships us with all his might.”

I kept blinking at him in disbelief. Surely, Jungkook wouldn’t talk all nice about us let alone calling us his friends. What is Jimin trying to do here?

At that time, Tara came out yelling at Jungkook behind her, “Grow up, rabbit faced!”

“After you, bitch!” A boiling red Jungkook yelled back at her.

Tara took my hand and pulled me away from the house. “Just ignore him. He’s a bit upset, you know!”

“What did you say for him to act like that?” I asked.

“Nothing much!” Tara shrugged, “Just reminded him how desperate he was.”

“Desperate for what?”

In reply, Tara just let out a laugh.

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Not In Love

PART 1 | PART 2

Fake dating, enemies to lovers, college au, fluff, angst, slow burn, mutual pining, BTS Taehyung/ V x fem reader

A/N - Here’s part two. Happy reading!

Summary: Doubts are raised and so are the stakes. It seems that your family aren’t the only ones that Taehyung needs to convince.

Disclaimer: this does not represent any of the members in real life and is for entertainment purposes only.

Your foot taps anxiously on the worn wooden floor of the cafe, eyes darting around the room as you wait for Taehyung to arrive. Being a Sunday, the quaint little place is buzzing with life, a rich coffee smell permeating the air and feeding into the bright and busy atmosphere.

You’re not sure what he’s going to say. Not that you expect him to agree to play your fake boyfriend again. He certainly isn’t obligated to and you feel terrible for having to drag him into this continuing mess you’ve caused.

Although he did volunteer the first time… and that reminder has you feeling some hope.

Sucking in a sharp breath, you prepare yourself for the conversation you’re about to have as you spot Taehyung arrive, glancing around the busy cafe until his eyes meet yours.

“Is everything ok?” Taehyung asks as he reaches your table and slides into the chair beside you. He looks worried, his brows furrowed and bottom lip slightly jutted out as he waits for your answer.

You’re incredibly endeared by his concern, although you do understand that your text was vague. All you’d messaged was for him to meet you at the cafe as soon as possible and that it was urgent. You didn’t want to go into too much detail in case it deferred him from coming. This conversation must be carried out in person.

“My mom called this morning…” You inhale a deep breath. Taehyung watches you through large, concerned eyes, intently. “…and she wants to meet us for lunch tomorrow.”

You can almost see the cogs turning inside Taehyung’s mind as he processes this information.

“Us? Like me - your boyfriend - and you?” His unsure voice airs, pointing his index finger between the two of you as he speaks. “Huh…” he mulls when you nod, his gaze casting off to the side in thought.

The seconds that pass seem to drag, leaving you on the edge of your seat for his answer. Your hands begin to fidget with each other where they are placed on the table in front of you. But then Taehyung’s unreadable expression begins to morph into a sheepish grin.

“I guess I made quite the impression then.” His hand extends to cover yours, halting your fingers from their nervous movements.

You forget how to breathe.

“We make a great team.”

Taehyung strides confidently into the locker rooms, a proud smirk etched onto his face as he slugs his gym bag off his shoulder and it thuds onto the wooden bench in front of him.

He doesn’t normally like having to attend practice on a Sunday. But after his meeting with you, he’s been put in a good mood.

“What’s got you looking so smug?” Jimin is the first to notice the captains mood.

The truth is, Taehyung is unbelievably happy to be playing your boyfriend for a second time. After how smoothly your sisters engagement party went and how much he had enjoyed your company, he had found himself arriving home hoping for another opportunity to arise. And it seems that someone has been looking over him and granting his wishes.

He regrets chickening out of kissing you before he said goodbye the previous night, but even more so, Taehyung regrets pushing you away for so long. Particularly now he knows how well you are able to work together.

“I haven’t seen him look like that since he first started dating Elena.” Jin comments, the name of Taehyung’s ex snapping him back into reality.

“Oh yeah - he’s definitely loved up!” Hoseok joins in.

Taehyung rolls his eyes at his friends. He’s not in love. No way. He’s just enjoying your company and helping you out by pretending to be your boyfriend. Definitely not loved up.

But it seems that his teammates are sold by his unusual positivity, the entire room filling with noise as they all begin to share their opinions in one go.

“Hey!” Taehyung bellows, gaining everyone’s attention. “Has it not occurred to any of you that I could just be in a good mood?”

But the responses of his team make him frown.

“No.”

“Definitely not.”

“Yeah right.”

“Ugh.” He huffs. “Just get outside. Time to practice.” He instructs, walking out to the field with the rest of the group following behind.

Monday rolls around quicker than you want it to, bringing with it the dreaded lunch with your mother.

After receiving a message from Taehyung informing you of his arrival, you quickly finish getting ready before rushing outside of your dorm building. You find him leant up against the red brick wall beside the entrance, occupied by his phone.

Clearing your throat to get his attention, you feel yourself grow shy when his head snaps up and he lets a light “Woah…” escape his lips.

“I didn’t realise it was such a formal occasion.” Taehyung begins. “I would have dressed up more otherwise…” he trails off, looking down at his more casual attire in scrutiny.

Yes, you’d dressed up more formally than one would typically expect for a Monday lunch. But this isn’t just any weekday lunch.

Regardless of Taehyung’s doubt over his outfit, he still looks breathtaking to you and you know that your mother would never hold him to the same nit picky standards she does for you. It was made abundantly clear at the party that she took an instant liking towards Taehyung.

“Where my mother is concerned, there’s no such thing as overdressed.” You joke. “You’ll learn that in time.”

Taehyung simply nods, mouth still ajar. He’s not sure what catches his attention more, how stunningly beautiful you are or the fact that you insinuate there’ll be more times like this ahead.

Meanwhile, you are mentally cringing at yourself for your slip up. It sounded like you have expectations of more to come with your relationship. Which shouldn’t even be entertained considering this arrangement has already lasted far longer than it should have done.

Your mothers face lights up when you arrive. Greeting you both warmly as you approach her table. Your hand slips into Taehyung’s as you get closer, feeling him accept your fingers as they thread between his and squeezing your palm in silent support.

“It’s so lovely to see you again.” She directs towards you both, welcoming you warmly as you take a seat. “Thank you for joining me.”

“It’s our pleasure.” Taehyung beams, putting on the charm for your mother without a hint of hesitation. You have to suppress the shock of how smoothly he is able to transition from the Taehyung you have come to know to Taehyung your boyfriend.

“I must say, I am slightly surprised you turned up together.” You mother begins to laugh, making your posture tense further. “Your sister seemed to be convinced that you’d turn up alone darling.” Your mother directs to you. The way her eyes soften as she admits this makes you feel queasy. You know it’s all for the sake of your boyfriend though, she’s rarely this empathetic.

You look like a dear caught in headlights, frozen in your seat as you comprehend her comment. You feel Taehyung shift in the seat beside you, clearly understanding the dig from your mother and the apparent suspicion from your sister. No amount of faux care can trick him.

“Luckily we have evening classes on a Monday. Right baby?” Taehyung politely informs, managing to control the bitterness that begins to bubble in his stomach from your family’s clear lack of faith in you.

For some reason, he feels protective. Like he wants to swaddle you in cotton wool to protect your delicate ears. It hurts him to see someone else’s parents treat their own child with such ill intentions, purposefully informing them of snarky gossip from other family members. Your mother didn’t need to share your sisters doubts about your relationship. But, either way, Taehyung will not stand for it as long as he is around.

You’re still yet to speak up, forcing yourself to be occupied by the menu as a way to evade the topic of conversation.

You’re incredibly thankful, once again, for Taehyung always sticking up for you. He seems to have noticed fairly quickly that your mother wouldn’t dare question him about your relationship or argue back with him. And in thanks to him, you decide you need to say something to move the conversation onto a more lighthearted topic, adamant on raising above your mothers quip.

“Everything sounds delicious!” You overly enthuse. “Anything taking your fancy Tae?”

Finally tearing your gaze from the menu, you peer innocently towards him.

“Oh I’ve got my eye on something.” He smirks, confidently staring at you.

Whether he is speaking the truth or over-playing the part for the sake of being believable, you’re unsure. All you know is that you are affected by him dramatically.

In all honesty, you feel so stupid for ever thinking that your mother wanted lunch with you because she had taken a genuine interest in your life. It seems that, as always, Ruby is still the one that rules your parents love and support.

Although, you will admit that having Taehyung beside you makes it a million times more bearable. The irony of it all when he’s the one that used to pick on you and make unnecessary comments. Now he’s the one protecting you from them instead.

The remainder of lunch passes uneventfully, which you are thankful for. Taehyung continued to make a show of his affection towards you, and you had fed into it for the sake of believability. However, it’s on the walk back to campus that you notice something is plaguing him.

“Thank you for helping me again.” You voice, a little unsure how to break the silence between you. Taehyung’s stoic expression makes you nervous. He’s intimidating when he’s mad and, unlike before all of this fake relationship when you wouldn’t have cared much, you feel guilty.

“What did your sister say to you at the party that made you turn ill?” He’s stern, the abruptness of his tone making you shudder. You had no idea he’d even noticed your conversation with Ruby. Wasn’t he too preoccupied by your cousins children?

Your mind flashes back to that moment, her words echoing in your head again. He understands you more than even myself… you’re made for each other…

“Just how she thought we made a great couple.” You force yourself to hold his eye contact, worried smile etched onto your face. You’re technically not lying, just not giving away the whole truth. But you fear Taehyung can tell there’s more than you let on.

He’s sure of it.

“And?…” He presses, knowing that you’ll cave in under the pressure. He doesn’t like having to force you to tell him things, but right now it feels necessary.

“Well… it wasn’t really what she said.” You’re cautious. “More how it made me feel.”

By this point, you’ve reached the entrance to your building. However, Taehyung has made no attempt to let you off just because you’ve reached home. No. If anything, it’s making him more persistent.

“How did it make you feel?” He steps up to you. It’s almost torture how close his body is to yours, merely a hairs breadth away but not touching; skin ghosting skin. It makes you weak for him and he knows it.

You want to blurt everything out. How safe you feel when he’s around and how everything seems a little bit brighter because of his presence. How, when he’s gone, you miss him almost immediately and find yourself fantasising about what it would be like to invite him up to your small room, to have him hold you for the sake of wanting to, not because he has to.

“I felt like I wasn’t alone anymore.”

You’re hoping that he understands without the need for any further explanation. That, despite having attended huge family gatherings like that your entire life, you’d always felt so alone until you’d bought Taehyung along.

You don’t expect the kiss that Taehyung presses to your forehead, his hands finally caving in and holding your waist. Even if it is only for half a second.

“Anytime you need me, I’ll be there.” His promise floods you with emotions you’ve never felt before. Maybe Taehyung really does understand you more than anyone else.

It’s been just over a week since you last saw Taehyung. With so many assignments to complete and trying to recover from the aftermath of your family, you feel like time has just flown by.

Of course, while you’ve not seen each other in person for a while, that doesn’t mean you haven’t had any contact. Quite the opposite in fact.

Everyday you spend hours smiling at your phone screen like an idiot, always as the result of receiving a message or stupid meme from Taehyung. He’s been the main reason for your laughter on a daily basis, finding his unique humour and, more generally, the way he views the world so amusing.

Simultaneously, between the pressures of classes and football practice, Taehyung has found your conversations the best way for him to relax. Where things concern you, he’s not the captain of the football team or the wildly popular ‘it boy’, he’s just Taehyung; it’s nice to be seen simply as who he is, rather than who everyone builds him up to be.

Once again, Taehyung has found himself hoping for another opportunity to play your boyfriend. Once again, he continues to scold himself for being too afraid to make a move on you; a real one. He doesn’t understand how he can want to kiss someone so much, desperately wanting to be able to call you his and, yet, he’s unable to fully express his feelings. Especially when he is able to do it while pretending.

But that’s just the thing. Pretending isn’t real. If you were to push his affections away while he’s your fake boyfriend, then at least he can cover it up with the excuse of committing to his role.

What is real, however, is the message that lights up his phone screen. It’s from you. And he almost can’t believe his eyes when he reads what you’ve sent.

You need him to accompany you to a picnic at the weekend. Orders specifically from your mother for Taehyung to attend. He doesn’t think he’s ever smiled as wide as he is now, typing his reply to you.

The universe seems to work in mysterious ways.

The picnic, as it turns out, is an annual occasion reserved for just your parents, your sister and her fiancée and you. Taehyung finds this out once he is already there. He supposes it’s a good thing for your mothers insistence for him to join because it indicates that she believes in your relationship enough for your boyfriend to be included as immediate family.

Sat on the old woollen blanket with your legs outstretched before you, you have found comfort in leaning your upright body into Taehyung’s side. Both of his arms are stretched behind him, palms on the long strands of uncut grass to leverage himself and you.

Your family are currently engaged in a highly competitive game of frisbee; it’s literally the only time of year they play. Competing in your couples, the aim of the game is to catch the other team out. If you throw and they miss, you win a point for your team. With you and Taehyung currently refereeing, the first game is well underway.

“I wish you’d told me it was just going to be the six of us.” Taehyung bows his head a little in order to keep his voice low. He doesn’t want any eavesdroppers, even though your family seems to be intensely occupied by the game.

“Would it have made a difference if I had?” You lightheartedly retort.

“Oh yeah, I would have run a mile.” He teases, body rumbling with laughter as your fist lightly thumps his chest.

“Oh hush,” You reprimand. “What happened to I’ll be there anytime?” You mockingly mimic Taehyung’s words from before.

With your head resting on his chest, you’re unable to see the devilish smirk that plays across his lips. And before you have any time to register what’s happening, Taehyung has grabbed you by the waist and twisted your bodies so you both fall back onto the ground facing each other.

You let out a squeal upon the sudden attack, the side of your body hitting the earth with a thud.

“What was that for!” You try to scold him, but with the coy look on his face, it’s impossible not to find it all amusing.

Taehyung simply shrugs - well, half shrugs - in response, the soft sounds of your giggles the only noise between you.

It’s now that you realise just how close he’s pulled you. How, laying together on the ground, your faces are only a few inches apart. You then feel the urge to reach your fingers out so you can brush the hair that has fallen across his face away. And with the way he watches you so intently, you become increasingly aware of your own heartbeat.

“Hey!” You both jolt, head snapping to find Ruby stood at your feet. She looks wound up. “You didn’t keep count of the scores.”

“Honey, give them a break.” Max approached her side, his hand smoothing over her shoulder. “You remember what it was like to be newly in love.”

Max clearly has a way of making your sister let things go, you’ve never seen her back down so quickly.

“Fine.” She rolls her eyes. “It’s your turn anyway. Up you get!” She bosses, offering her hand out to pull you to your feet.

Reaching your waiting parents, you go to shake their hands, nodding affirmatively before you take your place, ready for the game to begin. You notice Taehyung finding your families seriousness towards a simple game of frisbee quite amusing. Clearly, no one has made him aware of what’s at stake here.

Bragging rights for the next year.

You hear Max count down from three and you spring into action the second you hear him shout go.

It’s intense from the offset. With your father making the first throw go so far you have to sprint to try and catch it before it hits the ground.

Luckily for you, Taehyung is fast on his feet. He manages to catch the frisbee with ease before running back and hurling it through the air in your mothers direction.

The game grows more intense with every passing second and so with it, does Taehyung’s competitive streak. He’s incredible, working with you to try and catch your parents out. On a particularly good throw by yourself, Taehyung rushes over to you, picking you up and spinning you around after your father was unable to catch it.

It’s the most fun you’ve ever had.

A few more turns are taken before the frisbee is sent flying your way again. It takes flight so high in the air that you know you need to make the highest jump you possibly can to catch it.

Zeroing in on the plastic disc, you ready yourself. Bending your knees and jumping with as much force as you can muster into the air.

“Yes!” You hear Taehyung’s deep voice cheer as you regain your balance with the frisbee clutched tightly to your chest. “That’s my baby!”

You’re amazed you actually caught it. But, somehow, your attention is focused more on Taehyung’s competitiveness. Anyone would think you just achieved the impossible judging by his reaction.

“Time!” You hear Ruby shout from the picnic blanket. And then reality comes rushing in.

You won. For the first time ever, you actually won the frisbee match. And it’s all because you had Taehyung.

“We did it!” You cry elatedly, falling into Taehyung’s arms as he gives you the biggest hug possible. “I’ve never actually won one of these before.”

“I told you we make a great team.” He reminds proudly.

You notice how everyone else has already retired to the picnic blankets again once you’ve pulled apart from Taehyung’s embrace. Grabbing his hand, you both rejoin the group with huge grins.

“That was the most intense game I’ve had in ages!” Your father praises. “I’ll have to put in extra practice for next year.”

You hear Taehyung respond to your father as you take a seat, accepting the way he pulls your body into his side and wraps his arm around you.

Next year.

It echo’s your mind, bringing you down from the euphoria of winning to torture you. Then reality sinks back in. That Taehyung isn’t your real boyfriend, that he won’t be joining your family picnic next year…

While your family falls into lighthearted conversation, pouring fresh drinks and enjoying the lovely day, you become more subdued. Folding on into yourself with each passing second until you feel like you can’t handle it anymore. You need some space.

“I-I’m going to find the restroom.” You suddenly announce, standing from the blanket and hurriedly walking away.

Taehyung frowns as he watches you leave. He’d noticed something was troubling you, but felt he couldn’t press to find out in front of your family, who remained oblivious. But now you’ve walked away, he knows he needs to go after you. He needs to make sure that you are ok.

“Why did you run away?” Taehyung catches up to you, stopping you from walking any further by grabbing onto your arm.

“I think I made a mistake bringing you here.” Your bottom lip quivers. “This isn’t right.”

“What’s not right about it?” His voice is soft, willing you to open up to him. He wants you to be able to tell him anything. He wants to be the person to make all the hurt and upset go away. “It certainly feels right to me.”

“We’re not a real couple Tae!” Your voice comes out more forceful than you intend it to, freeing your arm from his hold from the strength of your exasperation.

“So you think I should stop?” He looks hurt. “That we should just stop this?” His hands gesture between you.

“Yes! No - I don’t know!” You contemplate back and forth aloud before finally casting your sorrowful gaze onto him. “I’m petrified of my feelings towards you.”

“What makes you think that I don’t feel the same?” Taehyung’s question feels like a punch to the lungs, his quick rebuttal catching you so off guard. You stare at him wordlessly, allowing for all the things you said to hang in the air around you.

“Baby, how could you not notice how much I adore you…” Taehyung takes a step towards you, closing off the little space that separates you from him. He’s looking at you like no one else ever has, like you’re the only thing he sees, his whole world.

“How could you not see that I’m in love with you…” You allow his hands to find refuge on your waist.

“That it’s always been you.”

And just like that everything clicks in your mind. His constant watching you, all the comments he’d made to draw your attention onto him, sitting next to you in the classes you shared despite his apparent dislike towards you, his willingness to be your fake boyfriend, to interact with your family and make a show of his affection. Every pet name, every delicate kiss he placed on your skin, every longing look and lingering touch.

With the way you look at him, Taehyung is sure that your eyes hold all the stars in the universe. He knows this is his now or never moment.

So he takes the plunge, diving in head first, capturing your lips in his. You don’t think you will ever be able to find a way to describe how Taehyung truly makes you feel. All you know is that you want him to hold you and never let go; to kiss you and never stop. To be yours forever.

~ Epilogue ~

One year later

“Tae hurry!” The urgency in your voice is mellowed by your uncontainable laughter. You’re unable to keep still as you wait for him by the door, watching as he rushes about to pull his shoes on and grab his jacket. It’s comical how clumsy he is when rushing about. “My sister will never forgive me if we’re late to her wedding!”

“Ok, ready.” He affirms, grabbing your hand as you leave.

The last year has been a whirlwind. After the day of your family picnic, you finally went on a proper date with Taehyung, and it didn’t take you long to become official for real. It was at the end of the academic year when you both decided to find a place together outside of campus and from that moment onwards, you’ve continued to fall in love more and more everyday.

Then there was the matter of bringing a plus one to your sisters wedding. You’d teased Taehyung for days about how you were unsure who to bring as your date. But, don’t worry, he got his own back on you after you began to find the joke boring and actually asked him to go with you (despite both of you knowing he would be going all along).

Reality is, you couldn’t be any happier with each other. So maybe your stupid lie to your parents wasn’t so stupid after all.

[PART 1]

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