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sopeecoffee · 1 year

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Dial me up

Yoongi was diligently working at his studio when he got a phone call from an unknown number.

On the other end of the line? A not-so-truthful telemarketer trying to scam him.

pairing: sope genre: pwp, modern au tags and warnings: explicit 🔞 bttm!yoongi, top!hoseok, arguing, phone sex, masturbation, dirty talk word count: 5k

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Yoongi had been struggling with a particular song all afternoon.

Sometimes inspiration hit him suddenly, like a truck. It winded him and pushed him to pour it all into something before it seeped between your fingers and escaped his grasp… But then he was left the next day with a demo so messy he had no idea where to even begin with remastering.

That's where he was, where he'd been for the past five fucking hours, staring into his computer screen until he went cross-eyed and felt like he bordered on insane.

That's also when his phone made the unfortunate decision to ring.

He felt frustration bubbling under the surface of his skin, crawling from just beneath his shoulders and slowly up his neck. He didn't think, brain too fried to even read the unknown caller ID displayed on screen before swiping the green circle.

“Yes, hello?”

“Good afternoon," a chirpy voice he couldn't recognise spoke against his ear. "I’m Jung with Venture Life. How are you doing today, Mister Min?”

What the fuck was Venture Life?

“Uuuuuh good?” He said cautiously.

“That’s great to hear! I’m contacting you regarding your car insurance. It says here your contract with your current provider is about to expire and we wanted to walk you through our service package. Do you have the time right now?”

Something itched in Yoongi's mind. It was either the way those words were spoken, or the way they didn't watch up. He quickly opened his browser and typed the company's name in the search bar. Many results, to be sure. None of them positive.

Interesting.

“Time? Sure, I've got time,” he replied coolly.

“Great, so-”

“Just not for scam calls.”

“W-what? Sir, please, this is very serious!” The man sounded agitated. It gave Yoongi a sick sense of satisfaction. You fuck around, you find out, right?

“Yeah and so are the articles on my computer screen right now. Two million Won per customer on average, huh? How do you sleep at night.” Righteous indignation tasted good, especially after a shit day. And when he heard the man sigh on the other end of the call, Yoongi smiled cheekily to himself.

“Damn, you’re quick with it, aren’t you?”

“I don’t know Mr. Scammer, it seems pretty basic to me.”

“I’m not a-”

“Not a what, Mr. Scammer?”

The man was getting impatient, clicking his tongue and huffing in frustration.

“Listen, we practically only have old people on our database. They don’t know how to operate a computer.”

Database? Where did a company even find a database as specific as that? Social media? No, that had too widespread of an age-range, and much less an abundance of the elderly.

“Where’d you get it from?”

The man sighed. Yoongi could almost envision him rubbing his face with his free hand as he leaned back on his desk chair.

“Online pawnshop. Grimey looking website. You’d have to be sixty-five years-old to put your personal information into that thing.”

Oh.

“Or maybe a twenty-two year-old dumpster diver," he admitted. "What about you, though? Surely you’re old enough to know that the elderly deserve better than some smooth-talking prick stealing their retirement money.”

“This smooth-talking prick is just trying to put food on the table. At least I’m not… Diving in dumpsters.”

Yoongi cringed.

“That was weak, man.”

“Fuck you," he said, exhasperated. "Those old men put anything interesting up for sale for it to be worth putting your phone number in it, Min?”

“Yeah, they did. Though I only expected to receive a cassette player and a CRT television, not some-”

“Sweet-talking prick,” the man offered, a bitter grin evident in his tone.

“Wow how self-aware," Yoongi commented sarcastically. "How’d you know?”

When the man replied, he was quieter, something particular in his voice lingering in the air and making stomach flip.

“Y’know your voice isn’t half bad, either.”

“I-I," he found himself stuttering, taken aback. "I wasn’t flattering you.”

“Too bad, I took it as such.” He sounded almost casual in his cockiness. Yoongi couldn't help but let his aggravation rise up once more.

“How big is that damn head of yours?”

“Just big enough.”

Yoongi sat quietly for a few seconds, blood rushing in his ears as his cheeks grew red. Was this guy for real right now? And why did it sound so tantalising when he spoke in that tone, darker and more playful than before...

No, he had to play it cool. There was absolutely no way he could let this complete stranger take a hold of him, especially after trying to scam him and worse yet, interrupt his precious work.

Yes, he had his priorities in order.

“... Right," he drawled. "Is that what the ladies tell you to make you feel better?”

“I wouldn’t know. I don’t take girls home." He spoke confidently, but Yoongi couldn't understand why. Who would admit to something so brazenly? But he kept going, sure he would reach him if he prodded enough.

“Yeah, I gather they run away from you before you get the chance.”

But no, it didn't touch him. Instead, he scoffed.

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Then what did you-” Something clicked in his mind suddenly. “Oh.”

He was gay.

Like Yoongi.

“Mhmm,” he confirmed, just as laid back as before.

Well, this was just as much Yoongi's territory as it was the guy's. He could go all day.

“Well, in that case is that what the boys tell you to make you feel better about your totally very big enough head of yours?”

He clicked his tongue, growing frustrated.

“Why are you so difficult?”

“Why’d you call me in the middle of my fucking work?”

“For someone who’s so busy, you sure talk a lot. If I didn’t know any better I’d say you’re enjoying yourself.”

“Yeah, I sure love having my money stolen,” he rolled his eyes.

But he was right. Sure, Yoongi now had a personal vendetta against the guy and wanted to piss him off just as much as the man had pissed him off. Sure, he wanted to hear the man ripping his hair out for trying to get the better of him just because the shitty website he used sold his data to the highest bidder. It wasn't his fault the specific brand of cassette player he needed for one of his experiments was completely out of commission and impossible to find, save for one fifty-something old man on that vintage marketplace.

It was, however, completely this Jung guy's fault for getting him riled up and ready to fire.

And he seemed just as riled up, though. It was exactly what Yoongi wanted.

“Oh, your money, of course," he replied just as sarcastically as Yoongi. "I haven’t mentioned your car insurance in quite a while, have I? Would you like me to go back? We have many services you can choose from, but we suggest the premium package.”

Yoongi grinned to himself.

“How fascinating," he mocked. "I gather it costs two million Won?”

“Wow! I see you’re already familiar with the wonderful services our company offers! I love a man who comes prepared…”

Yoongi bit his lip, trying to contain his smile. He hated to admit it but the guy was a lot of fun.

“I’m sure you do, Mr. Scammer.”

He was quiet for a second. Then-

“Has anyone ever told you you sound like a car purring?”

Yoongi stilled, heart beating rapidly in his chest. He tried to sound aloof when he replied, but his voice wavered at the end.

“Not you too…”

“Not me what?”

“I get the cat thing often,” he mumbled, tracing the inseam of his jeans as though the strange man over the phone wasn't seeing right through him.

“People call you a cat?”

“Mhmm.”

“Well," he laughed. "You sure are feisty like one.”

“Bite me.” He rolled his eyes. And the stranger chuckled again, more muted and seductive.

“Maybe I will.”

Yoongi sat up a little straighter, face going red.

“Excuse me?”

“Too much?” The edge in his voice was then subdued, kinder and more patient. Yoongi licked his lips and considered the absurd, albeit not unwelcome situation. He hated to admit it, but the stranger was affecting him. There was no doubt about it. Be it the tone of his honey voice or the cocky confidence of someone who knew how to unravel another man with practised ease, it made Yoongi melt little by little. Which frustrated him, quite frankly. It should not be possible for someone so infuriating to be capable of making him blush so deeply.

Too much? the question echoed between his ears, laid back but careful. It wasn't too much, not at all. If anything he wanted more.

So he followed his instincts and let the man continue.

“... What do you want.”

He shrugged.

“I don’t know what you look like, but you sound hot. I’d definitely take a bite out of you.”

Yoongi felt his stomach flutter. He ran a hand through his hair nervously. You sound hot? Could the man hear how ridiculous he sounded?

“You’d go that far for someone from their voice alone? A little pathetic don’t you think?” Posturing was all Yoongi could do to save face after so openly allowing the man to continue his antics.

“You say it’s pathetic but you’re thinking it’s actually kinda charming,” he smiled through the receiver.

“Don’t you have other people to scam?" Yoongi pushed. "Isn't that what you're getting paid to do? Because you're definitely not getting paid to hit on people, that's for sure.”

The man sighed dramatically.

“Boss makes a dollar, I make a dime, that’s why I fuck pretty twinks on company time. Isn’t that how the saying goes?”

Yoongi's jaw was slack as he digested those words, at the way he turned the slogan into something so raunchy and uncomfortably close to the truth.

“You’re so brave, Mr. Scammer," he kept pestering despite the spark growing between them. "Is that the best line you and your scammer co-workers could come up with for your union?”

“Nah, this is all me. Wanna hear more?”

Yoongi closed his eyes and imagined for a brief moment the man was speaking close to him, against his ear. The way his voice was so warm, the way it rasped when he was playful, the way it would slide from high to low in an instant. It sent a shiver down his spine.

“I’d really rather not, for my own sanity.”

He hummed.

“Your claws are really sharp, Min.”

He clenched his fist, feeling his blunt nails raking over his skin.

“I get that often, too.”

“Oh, you do?" There was a mean edge to the man's voice. God, he loved a mean man. "For you to be so pissy I can’t imagine you getting much action lately.”

Yoongi tutted.

“You some kind of expert on how much dick pretty twinks get?”

“Just a lucky guess.”

The smile in his voice was so sexy, made Yoongi want him so badly.

So he decided to open the proverbial door just a tad, in hopes the man would continue until he saw stars.

“Tragically you are lucky indeed, Mr. Scammer,” he pouted as he admitted.

“I did give you my name, you know?" He said softly once more. "You can use it.”

“Oh, you actually gave me your real name? And you criticise me for putting my phone number into a shady website, Jung.”

“It’s technically a real company, Min," he kept smiling, unaffected by his taunting. "I have to give you my real name.”

“Technically," Yoongi scoffed. "You lecture me over my online safety practice but you work on the frontlines for a company getting sued for fraud." Then, more sardonically, "crazy how it’s still running at this very moment. You'd swear they'd be trying to cover their tracks.”

The man laughed.

“Crazier than the way you keep dodging me?”

Yoongi bit his lip, smile spreading too wide, cheeks burning too red.

“Absolutely, Jung.”

“Sure sounds nice coming from those lips.”

Yoongi imagined the stranger – Jung – lazing back in his desk chair with a lazy smile on his lips, legs spread just enough for them to look supple and mouth-watering. He imagined him resting his palm on his stomach, then running it slowly down to his crotch. He imagined the edges of his lips curling up at Yoongi voicing out his name in his deep baritone. The run-around was enticing, making his heart race.

He'd think the fact Jung was a complete stranger, someone he didn't even know the appearance of, would be enough of a reason for him to be put off by their predicament. But if he thought hard enough, he could see the faults in his rationale. Sure, he didn't know what Jung looked like, but they knew more about each other than his one night stands ever did. And he had a better grasp on Jung's spunky attitude than he did of any person he'd made out with at the club.

Not to mention the fact Jung was on the job. That only made it hotter.

“What do you want,” Yoongi asked once more. No more playing. He wanted to hear it from Jung's mouth.

“What do you look like?” Jung retorted instead.

Yoongi didn't know what to say at first. Where could he even begin?

“Hum... Black hair?" He tried. Jung hummed, guiding him to continue.

"It's a little overgrown, covers my eyes. Thinking of letting it grow out like those movie stars in the west.”

It felt a little vulnerable, saying something so menial to a stranger who wanted him, something he'd only conversationally mention to his friends over take-out dinner after one of them asked why he let it fall over his vision.

Jung didn't hesitate.

“I bet you’d look real pretty. And already do.”

It couldn't be true, because Jung didn't know him, but it made Yoongi blush just the same. He tried deflecting with a laugh.

“Sure.”

“What else?” He asked curiously. Yoongi looked down to himself, trying to find something to describe.

“Dark eyes, I guess. Dark brown. And my skin’s pretty pale, too, since I don’t really leave the house or my studio much.”

He sounded small to his own ears, the embarrassment getting the better of him, but making him smile regardless.

“Studio?” He seemed to have perked up.

“Yeah, I make music.”

“Oh, that’s awesome. I dance.”

Yoongi grinned.

“Really? What type?”

“Hip hop. Street dance.”

“Shit. Me too,” he said enthusiastically. “Music wise, I mean.”

The excitement in both their voices was palpable, Yoongi's chest swelling at their mutual closeness with a subject so personal to him.

“We have a lot in common,” Jung mused.

Yoongi couldn't agree more as he tried and failed to calm the fluttering of his heart.

“Your turn,” he changed the subject, placing the spotlight on his flirty counterpart. “What do you look like? Aside from probably being ripped from b-boying.”

Jung laughed.

“I’m not ripped.”

Yoongi hummed, unconvinced.

“Sounds like something someone ripped would say.”

Still giggling, Jung continued.

“Anyways- I dyed my hair a medium brown recently. I think it looks pretty nice. Compliments my skin, I've been told.”

Yoongi couldn't deny how appetising that sounded.

“Tan? You sound like you’re out a lot.”

“You bet.”

“They make you do laps around campus like in highschool?”

“Pff. Hell no. I’m not in college for dance anyways.”

“Oh, what for, then.”

“Physiotherapy.”

Yoongi frowned, but it made a lot more sense. A dancer studying physiotherapy who worked at a scam company, the only place that would likely hire him. Heck, it was probably the only place with a flexible schedule.

“That’s really cool.”

Jung sighed.

“It’s for my parents more than myself, but I made sure I picked something useful for my dancing.”

He sounded tense, like the subject stressed him. Yoongi couldn't blame him - he knew that pressure first-hand.

Perhaps he should lighten the mood.

“Hmm. Sounds like you should be using company time to study, then. Medicine is no joke.”

Would he find it amusing? Or was it too sensitive of a subject, Yoongi wondered.

The lighthearted chuckle on the other end of the receiver made him smile in relief.

“You sure love bringing back comments about my dick, Min," he teased. "Just say the word.”

His heart raced.

“What word?”

“Say you want it," he stated. It wasn't the playful and excited tone it was mere moments ago. No, it was darker again, more promising, more dangerous and inviting. "I promise I’ll be nice... If you want me to.”

“You think you’re hot shit, huh?” Yoongi couldn't help but provoke despite the thrill that ran up his spine.

“You like it?” It was almost rhetorical, spoken with a grin that Yoongi mimicked.

“What do you think, Jung?”

"...You want to know what I think?"

Electricity sparked through his limbs, his core. The question was so honest in what it was, what it promised to become. Yoongi was in it now, and he knew it. And God, it was embarrassing how simple words and a teasing tone could affect him.

"I do," he took the bait, bracing himself for the words Jung had in store for him.

He made a little sound of approval over the phone and then proceeded.

“I think you’re a brat. I think you like riling guys up and frustrating them until they crack and fuck their frustration out on you senselessly. I think you pretend to be uninterested because you’re shy and feel the need to act tough to cover it up. I think you want someone to see through it and reach out, to push you until you admit how desperate you are to get fucked."

Then, like he hadn't just dismantled him completely and left him bare, he asked with feigned innocence.

"Did I get that all right, Min Yoongi?”

Yoongi shivered at the words, felt his cock swell at the raw, unfiltered way Jung delivered his eerily accurate dissection of how he behaved with men he wanted. He felt naked, so exposed and god, if it wasn't the hottest thing he'd ever been told.

His ears burnt, his heart hammered against his ribcage and the throbbing between his legs had grown with every word that had been uttered. His thighs quivered from the way his growing arousal sent sparks that radiated throughout his limbs and the hand he'd left on his thigh travelled slowly up. His fingers grazed bleached denim until he felt the tough sewn fabric over his crotch. He pressed down to alleviate some pressure, hearing the way that sweet, devilish voice took him apart in a tone so mean, yet so comforting.

Did I get that all right, Min Yoongi?

"Y-yeah." He breathed, a little too vulnerable.

Jung chuckled.

“You’re already touching yourself?”

Shit.

“Maybe," he replied bashfully. His hand rubbed over himself again and he felt his toes curl at the sensation. It almost felt like an act of defiance, like he wasn't supposed to touch himself until he was given permission. But perhaps that was merely the type of power Jung had over people.

“Are you sitting right now?" He asked calmly, smiling as though he didn't have Yoongi under the palm of his hand. "At a desk?"

“Y-yes," He looked to the side. "I have a sofa, though.”

Jung laughed.

“Fancy. That’s good. Lie down on the sofa for me, if you can?”

It was framed as a question, allowing Yoongi as much leeway as he needed for his comfort. It was endearing.

He stood up and quietly cursed as he quickly adjusted the uncomfortable, tight state of the front of his jeans. He took off his slides, set his pillows against the arm rest and got himself comfortable.

“Okay. I’m lying down,” he spoke up.

Jung was quick to respond.

“Take your pants off.”

“Completely?”

“Yes.”

He unbuttoned and zipped down, breath faltering as it dragged over the sensitive, swollen flesh of his dick. Then, he lifted his butt off the couch and dragged his pants off his legs, together with his briefs. He dropped the items on the floor and looked down at his own state of undress.

He wore a black hoodie with minimalistic red text over the front, a few sizes too large so it covered the tops of his legs. It contrasted starkly against his pale, flushed thighs, and especially with his quickly hardening cock.

“Done,” he announced with anticipation.

“What’s your cock like? Pretty like the rest of you?”

Yoongi flushed further, huffing in disbelief.

“You don’t know if I’m pretty.”

“I’m sure you are,” he replied confidently. Yoongi didn't know if it was frustrating or captivating. Probably both.

“Sure… My cock’s normal I guess," he offered. "A little on the shorter side, maybe? It’s a bit thick though, I think…”

Jung chuckled.

“You think?”

Yoongi frowned, feeling embarrassed.

“S-shut up.”

“Don’t worry, it’s cute," he said with a wide grin. It was driving Yoongi crazy how he could hear it so clearly and yet couldn't catch a glimpse of it. He was a sucker for a nice smile, especially when attached to someone as magnetic as Jung.

"I wish I could suck you off," the man continued. "Wish I could feel your thighs tremble under my hands.”

“Too bad,” Yoongi said in an act of rebellion. He couldn't help it, it was too easy.

Jung clicked his tongue.

“Be careful…”

His tone had gotten darker again, sharp and ready to fire.

Yoongi pressed his thighs together, gently squeezed the pink head of his cock.

“Oh yeah? Or what.”

He heard Jung exhale.

“I’ll shove my cock down your throat and keep it there until you can’t breathe.”

Yoongi bucked into his own fist unconsciously and gasped. The thought was so dizzying, as was the build-up. He truly wanted nothing more than this stranger's cock in his mouth as he held onto his hair tightly and made Yoongi take all of him. All because he misbehaved. He deserved it.

“Fuck,” he whined, easing his grip on his dick and feeling precum dribble onto his fingers.

“Touch yourself slowly," Jung assured, contrasting his previous bite. "Don’t rush.”

“What about you?” He asked a little too eagerly.

“I’m doing the same.” Yoongi wished he could see it. He thought of this stranger with golden skin stroking his cock languidly, athletic body making his stomach and thighs slim and wiry. He wondered how Jung imagined him, too. Did he picture his overgrown dark hair fanning over his eyes messily? Did he picture his pale fingers wrapped around dark pink flesh? Could he guess his cherry lips were pretty and parted as his breathing stuttered with every stroke?

“What are you gonna do to me?” He almost pleaded.

“I want you to finger yourself a bit," Jung instructed. "Want you to feel a little full, pretend it’s me. That okay, Min?”

Yoongi shook his head despite nobody being there to see it.

“Yoongi. Call me Yoongi. Please.”

“Okay Yoongi." He bit his lip. It sounded so good coming from those lips. "I want you to wet your fingers real good. Use as many as you usually do.”

“How would you know if I did this to myself often?”

He couldn't help but smile to himself as he bent his knees and lathered his fingers in saliva.

“You don’t?” The question was genuine, confusion etched clearly in his voice. It made Yoongi giggle.

“I have toys to do it for me," he explained, the pad of his middle finger circling his entrance. "Better angle.”

“Naughty,” Jung said playfully.

“More like resourceful.”

And with that, Yoongi plunged in, body accepting the intrusion easily. He thrust it in and out gently, acclimatising himself to the sensation before adding his ring finger as well.

Meanwhile, Jung hummed to himself, considering what Yoongi had said.

“How big are the things you fuck yourself with?”

“Big enough,” he said confidently, albeit a bit strained. He thrust both fingers eagerly, quicker, loving the way his sensitive hole fluttered around his digits. Still, the angle wasn't the best, and Yoongi wished the other was there to do a better job of reaching that lovely spot in his body.

“Not ambitious?" Jung teased. "What if I’m bigger than the stuff you have at home?”

“Cocky bastard,” he bit back, as if it didn't turn him on further.

“You have quite a mouth on you.”

“Too bad you’re not here to keep it busy.”

“Shit," he gritted out, just as strained as Yoongi was. "You can go faster, baby.”

He obeyed, fisting his cock once more and shoving his fingers faster into himself.

“Aah- Shit.”

“Are you thinking about my fingers in you?" Jung asked, a little out of breath. "I could fill you up nicely. They’re pretty slim but they could still fill you up and stretch you nice and good. Can reach where you might be struggling to right now.”

As his hole stretched around his fingers, cock sensitive and leaking, Yoongi whined. He pictured Jung's faceless body between his open legs, fingerfucking him until he was open and wet and ready for him. He'd curl his fingers deep inside of him and make him see stars until he was left shivering on the couch. He didn't care if they weren't as thick as his own, that really didn't matter, but it was a great visual to add into his mental folder.

“Pretty fingers are good too,” he sighed, breath growing heavier as his pleasure escalated.

“Hm. Glad to know. My cock’s fuller though. Might hurt a little bit going in if I don’t prep you well enough.”

Yoongi's head was swimming, hips stuttering into his fist once more. He sounded so reassuring and kind, but he was a menace, purposefully riling him up. Jung understood just exactly what he liked and how he wanted it, and was teasingly dropping those breadcrumbs in front of him.

He wanted the man in him right then, splitting him in half in the cock he promised to give. He didn't care if he was playing it up for the fantasy, anything would make him feel good and full compared to his own fingers in his lonely studio.

“Hurting can be good too," he said, voice small and needy. "Just a little is good.”

“Yeah? Want me to stuff you until you’re at your limit?”

Yoongi wanted to know what he was feeling, how close to climaxing he was, how affected by Yoongi he was. His voice was growing raspy and airy, exerted from his effort. Yoongi moaned, wishing the proposition to be true, picturing it as he fucked himself.

“Please, Jung,” he whined, heat pooling low in his gut as his climax neared.

“Hoseok,” the man offered. "My name is Hoseok."

Yoongi didn't think twice.

“Please, Hoseok. I want you so bad...”

“You beg so nicely... Do you also get on your knees or would I have to push you a little?”

“Push," he groaned, tightening his fist around his cock. "I bite.”

Hoseok laughed lightheartedly.

“Hopefully not there.”

“N-no!" Yoongi stammered. "No, I just meant-”

“I know, I know, it’s okay," he reassured gently. "Would you like me to bite you too? For real though?”

“Hng- yeah. I love it.”

“Bet you taste so good. Neck, shoulders, even your thighs.”

Yoongi was growing incoherent the closer and closer he reached his orgasm. Hoseok's words were striking him deep, as did his own fingers working their way in his body. The picture of the dancer between his legs grew more vivid as he imagined him leaning down and tasting his skin. It set a flame alight in his body, moans filling up the room.

“Yes, please. God, so good...”

“You like how it hurts?" He mocked. "I’m sensing a pattern.”

“Please, Hoseok…”

“I wish I could," he pressed. "I’d make it so obvious you were with someone. Mark you all purple and red. Would make you feel so good, just the way you want it.”

He hastened his pace, treading right on the edge with his jaw hanging open.

“Hoseok, I’m, I’m-”

“Go ahead, cum for me," Hoseok told him, breathing heavily and struggling to keep his voice even. "Cum around my cock. You feel so good around me too, Yoongi...”

He came with a gasp, shuddering violently as cum spurted all over the pale skin of his thighs.

On the other end of the receiver, he heard Hoseok grunt an expletive under his breath before moaning long and drawn-out, no doubt imagining he was deep in Yoongi's tight body. And Yoongi kept pumping his cock with a loose fist as he heard him climax, eyes closed, picturing Hoseok over him, bodies close as he groaned in Yoongi's ear. The remaining bits of cum dripped down his hand before it came to a stop, but he barely paid it any mind. He was panting, as was Hoseok over the phone, both quiet as they caught their breath.

“Wow,” Yoongi broke the silence, limbs feeling like jelly.

“Yeah,” Hoseok agreed, a winded little laugh mingling with his words.

“Hoseok.”

“Yoongi.”

They tasted each other's name on their tongue.

“You do this with all your unsuspecting customers?”

Hoseok snickered.

“My elderly gullible customers? No thanks.”

Yoongi pressed his lips in a pout.

“Maybe you do, though. I'll have you know my friends call me grandpa to clown on me.”

“So I fucked both a cat and a grandpa?" He feigned shock. Yoongi rolled his eyes. "A grandpa cat? How crazy is that?”

“You’re so silly.”

“You haven’t hung up though.”

He fought back a smile.

“I almost did. So many times.”

“And yet here we are. My killer charm never fails me.”

“Look at that, the urge to hang up has returned! Funny how that works.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“You like it.”

Hoseok laughed brightly. Yoongi wanted more of it.

“I really do," he admitted. "So, Yoongi, wanna give your phone number to another unreliable source?”

He laughed, forearm coming up to cover his eyes in disbelief. At the man he spoke to. At the situation he was in.

Still, the answer was as obvious as it was easy to confess.

“Maybe I do.”

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secretsecretbunny · 1 month

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how about y/n in a group chat with roommates!bts who discover her secret insta account 👀

okay maybe I had too much fun with this one lmfaooo- anyway, I hope you like it, pookie!! 😚💕

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girl8890 · 2 years

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R Town | Ch.8

Suga x J-hope

4.6k

POV: Suga

Warning: Anal sex, First time having anal sex, Insecurities, Anxiety.

Index | Ch.9

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To say I was nervous would be an understatement. Since I left J-hope's last night, I've been nonstop thinking about what he wants to do. For more clarification on what he wants to do with me.

J-hope, mother fucking beautiful, kind, smart, most fantastic smile and laugh in the world, J-hope... wants to have sex with me. Tonight.

I barely got any sleep last night because of it. I'm glad it's the one day a week that the photo studio is closed because I don't think I can be so close to J-hope right now without combusting into a pile of mush.

That's what my brain feels like right now: Mush. I keep hitting highs and lows over and over again. I go from happy, for obvious reasons, to feel completely insecure about doing it with him.

Even now, sitting on the ground behind the counter of the R Town Movie Theater, I'm rocking back and forth, thinking about everything that can go wrong in this situation. Questions and worries swimming around my brain like: What if I hurt him? What if he doesn't enjoy it? Can someone hate sex with someone so much they break up with them? And something I just now considered: What if he wants to be on top?

I don't wake up from my dizziness of anxiety-filled questions until Namjoon bangs on the popcorn machine I'm sitting in front of. I look up at the blue-haired man, and I see his face is filled with concern.

"Dude, you've been sitting there for like... an hour. What's wrong?"

Of course, Namjoon can tell I'm upset. Someone who doesn't even know me can tell I'm upset. I haven't been friends with Namjoon for long, but I could tell from day one this guy could easily be anyone's free therapist.

In fact, the first night I met him, I ranted to him about Juliet being a never-ending cunt because she littered J-hope's neck in hickeys. She only did it because she wanted money, and now I know J-hope is very sensitive around the neck area, so she, of course, got that money and left without coming back to him until the next night.

Poor Namjoon, I ranted a lot to this man on day one. He probably just wanted to watch a movie in his practically empty movie theater, but then I came walking in pissed off, and I didn't care who was around to hear my rant. Luckily it was a guy like Namjoon, at least.

Now him and me are friends, and he can read me like a book at this point. I would have gone to Jungkook instead since I've known Jungkook longer, but since I found out about him and Juliet, I wasn't really sure where he and I stand.

Anyway, back to Namjoon. The guy could be best friends with a poll. He's super fucking nice to everyone, but I think that's more because he's hoping for someone to come into the movie theater one day and offer him an acting gig.

I sigh outwardly after a few minutes of silence stretches between Namjoon and me. It's not exactly a secret that J-hope and I are together, but I'm not exactly that close with Namjoon either to talk about my sex life - or sex topic problems, I should say - with him.

Namjoon must have seen the turmoil that just became clear across my face because he then glanced around the movie theater - only seeing two teenagers that entered a theater hand-in-hand - and sat on the ground in front of me. "Come on, man. You know you can talk to me. It's clear there's something really bothering you. Just let it out, and you'll feel better afterwards."

Will I, though? Because the thoughts flying around like flies to a flame in my head right now say otherwise. "It's just... you know J-hope, right?"

Namjoon rolls his eyes but still keeps his dimple-making smile on. "No. I don't know the man you're madly in love with. Who's he?"

I would laugh, but whatever mechanism that allows laughter to form is currently closed. Making my laugh sound flat, and Namjoon looks even more worried. "Ha-ha. Well, me and him are together now."

"Oh shit! Really? Congrats, dude." Namjoon pats me on my shoulder, but even after I relay to him this amazing development in my life, I can't seem to crack a smile. "So... what's wrong? Isn't that what you've wanted since forever?"

"Yeah, it was. It still is, but we've recently come to a new 'development' in our relationship, and I don't know what to do about it."

Namjoon nods his head in understanding, but to be honest, I don't think he understands at all. This man is as virgin as someone can get. Unlike most people in this town, Namjoon is one of the few that aren't close to having a full-on sex addiction. Not that we've ever discussed our sex lives before, but I've watched enough movies in this theater with him to know he gets red in the face and squirmy when sex scenes come on.

"Then, why don't you two just talk about it?"

I roll my eyes and shake my head. "It's not that simple, Namjoon."

"Isn't it, though? You've both been friends since you were kids. The only real secret you didn't share with each other is the one where you've been in love with him for years. Now that secret is out, and your both together. What 'new development' in your life could be so hard to talk about, that not even you have the ability to to talk to him about it?"

You know what, he's got a point. But this is sex we're talking about. Something I've only imagined in my wildest and wettest dreams doing with J-hope. Being able to actually talk and do the act itself with him is just too nerve-racking. Even if I did have the guts to talk to him about this, what if he asks me about past partners? I don't want to have to explain to him my answer. The nagging feeling that he would leave me if he ever found out would not only hurt me but, honestly, would probably kill me.

I guess I was silent for too long because Namjoon then says, "Also, it's just J-hope. Hairstylist, lover of corny romances, J-hope. There's no way anything that you're thinking about right now is actually true. I've only met him a few times when he's come in here to watch a movie." That explains the corny romances part. "But that guy has never not had a smile on his face. Seriously, what could actually go wrong to the point that he would ever judge, hurt, or break up with you for it?"

You know what, he's right. "Your right, Namjoon."

"Ain't I always?" We both laugh at his final words, and I finally feel my body going through the happy phase again. It really is just J-hope. Happy 24/7, hairstylist for most of his life, eater of any take-out I give him, lover of Star Wars - and apparently corny romances - J-hope.

What could go wrong?

。・°°・°°・。。・°°・°°・。。・°°・°°・。

"Suga, are you okay?"

My anxiety could go wrong, that's what.

Once I left the movie theater, after joking around with Namjoon for another few minutes, I left the theater with a pep in my step. I walked into the hair salon and basically dragged J-hope up the stairs. Not before flipping the closed sign and practically shouting at J-hope, "Let's do it!"

Luckily, J-hope was all for it. The smirk that spread on his face and the whimpering, "Really?" that came out of his mouth had my dick stiffening in my pants before we even got up the stairs.

Now we're in his studio apartment, laying in his bed with J-hope underneath me, and my happy mood has turned sour. The anxiety-filled thoughts returned. We only made out for five minutes, and the most I've done was take off my shirt. Then I kissed down J-hope's neck and heard him moan out my name... and I froze.

I froze my movements and pulled my face out of his neck. I felt my eye start to twitch uncontrollably, and my breathing becomes very irregular.

That brings us to the present. When J-hope said, "Suga, are you okay?"

"Ugh- y-yeah. Just - um - g-give me a second."

J-hope continues to look up at me with eyes full of concern, and I feel so bad for doing this to him. Why can't I just be able to do this with him? It's just J-hope!

Yeah, J-hope. The person that's only had pussy his entire life and probably won't like what you can give him.

I squeeze my eyes shut and pray to whatever god to stop these oncoming thoughts. It's then that J-hope, that's been witnessing all these thoughts cross my mind, pushes me off of him, so we're both now sitting in front of each other.

"Suga, seriously, what's wrong? And don't say nothing because you shaking like a leaf isn't indicating that nothing is wrong."

Yup. I'm a goner. There's no use keeping it all in. I'm too much of an open book to J-hope for him not to notice my anxiety. Time to come clean.

"I'm worried you won't like it."

J-hope's eyebrows rise so far up his forehead that they disappear into his hairline. "You don't think I'll like it? I like you, Suga. I like you enough to divorce my wife and believe you over the woman I was married to for years. Why in the world would you think I wouldn't like it?"

"For that exact reason, I guess. You've only ever been with women, so what if when your with me for the first time you don't-" J-hope silences me. He silences me by pulling me by the back of my neck until our lips are pressed together again. Holding me there until my mind and body finally calm down, and I feel everything inside and outside of me relax.

When J-hope pulls our lips apart, he doesn't move more than an inch away. Keeping our faces close and making sure my eyes stay on his. "Suga, the past doesn't matter right now. I like you, and only you. I'm a little worried you won't like me too."

What the fuck? Right, like that would ever happen.

"It's true!" J-hope continues. "I don't want to know about it, but I know you've been with other guys before. I don't know with who or for how long, but the fact is that your more experienced in this type of thing then I am. But even if I have these worries, I know you'll never judge me because your you, Suga. Your my Suga."

Out of everything he just said, that last sentence really got to me. My Suga, he said. As in, I'm his, and he is mine. Even after all the confessions and love, we've been exchanging with each other, that sentence right there actually made tears come out of my eyes. This man is just too perfect.

I wipe my eyes of the stray tears that fell and nod my head. "Yeah, okay, your right. I'm sorry."

"There's no need to be sorry. Just, please promise me you'll tell me if anything ever bothers you again?"

I smile, and luckily J-hope matches it with one of his own. "I promise."

We go back into kissing right after my promise to him. Not as deep and as passionate as before, but slow and meaningful. J-hope whimpers when I nudge my tongue into his mouth, and it has my dick stiffening again in no time. I growl into his mouth when J-hope moves into my lap, straddling my thighs.

I press him as close to me as humanly possible, and his hand combs through my hair as our kisses become deeper.

It's then I remember one of my other concerns from earlier, and if we're really going to do this, then there's no beating around the bush with the question or answer.

I detach my lips from J-hope, and the sweetest whimper escapes his lips. It makes me want to pin him against the bed and fuck him right into the mattress, but I know there's a chance that might not be the situation. I thought about it, and even if I've only ever topped my whole life (well, since I started having sex), I'll do whatever he's comfortable with.

"I know baby, I'm annoying. But there's something I have to ask that can't go unsaid."

J-hope goes from being all pouty to confused. "What is it?"

"Top or bottom?"

And, as I predicted, J-hopes face heats up within seconds. I try my best to hold back my smile, but I really love making this man blush as much as he does. J-hope only blushes at new conversations or activities too, so I might as well enjoy all this cuteness while I can. Because for next time... next time?... Fuck, no, Suga. Concentrate on the present right now, okay?

"Um... whatever you usually do is fine."

"No, J-hope. I want to do whatever your comfortable with. Your the one that said 'the past is the past,' time to live by your own words."

I hear J-hope say, "Shit," under his breath, and it honestly sounded so cute. He glances around while thinking, and I guess he made up his mind because he then looks at me with determination. Although his words don't sound as stern as his voice is making them. "I'm fine with being the bottom."

Thank god, I thought. But instead, I said, "Okay." Then we resume kissing.

I have J-hope now with no shirt on underneath me. I'm kissing, sucking, biting at every inch of his flesh like it's my dinner. Being able to feel his bare skin instead of just the outlines through his clothing is a different and way better experience.

I take one of his nipples into my mouth and suck on the rosy bud. J-hope lets out a throaty moan and arches up into me. I smile against him when he hisses as my other fingers flick at his other nipple.

I let go of his nipples and stare down at his beautiful face to say, "You are so sensitive today."

"I'm sensitive everyday."

My eyebrows raise. "You're telling me you're always like this?" J-hope nods his head, cheeks red because it's the truth. "Fuck, I love you." Then I kiss him fiercely, and we both moan into each other's mouths.

I go to shove my hand down the front of his shorts because I really want to feel him in my hand again, but then J-hope says, "No." and I cease all movement. "I want to t-t-," he takes a second to breathe, "I want to touch you. You made me feel so good last time. Let me do the same."

Did I die? Seriously, did I fucking die by getting hit by a bus earlier or something? J-hope wants to touch me. J-hope wants to touch me!

I'm afraid my voice will betray me, so I just nod my head. Once again, J-hope pushes at my chest, but this time we both roll over on our sides and face each other. I can see the nervousness in J-hope eyes, but before I can tell him 'it's okay' and 'you don't have to', he's back to kissing me.

J-hope's kisses are fierce, and his hands are rubbing up and down the front of my chest. I wrap my arms around his middle and pull him a bit closer to me. Not liking being farther away from him than I have to be.

His one hand moves up my chest until it's holding the side of my face. Keeping our kissing deep and holding me steady as he takes the raines. His other hand slowly starts to descend downward. When his hand gets to my abs, J-hope moans into my mouth. I smile into our kiss because I know this means he likes what he feels.

We stayed like this for a few minutes, us just enjoying the taste of each other and wrestling with our tongues. That's why it takes me by surprise when J-hope dives his hand right under my sweatpants and boxers to wrap his hand firmly around my dick. A mixture of a gasp and a strangled moan escapes my lips.

His hand on my cock hesitantly starts to move, and although it's in no way "experienced," his hand touching me is enough to have my breathing start to labor. I keep tightening my hold on his hips and biting at his bottom lip. His hand alone reached my horny level to the max.

I just want fucking all of him. I want to be inside him already! I detach myself from his lips and say, "J-hope." I kiss him. "As much I love this." He kisses me. "I don't think I'll last if you keep doing- fuck!"

It's than I actually have to grab onto J-hope's wrist and stop him. If he would have jerked me one more time, I would have come right then and there.

J-hope smiles and, not at all apologetic, says, "Sorry."

I run my hand through my hair because, damn, it's been a while since I felt that good by someone just jerking me off, so I'm sweating a lot. I then roll us over until J-hope is back underneath me. My actions surprise him at first, so I explain, my voice deepening, "My turn."

Unlike J-hope, I don't start by kissing his lips too much. Just a few deep kisses on the mouth and neck until I'm making my descent down south. It doesn't take much to have J-hope moaning up a storm and breathing heavily. I stripped him of his shorts completely and started jerking him off until his half-erect cock was fully standing up.

I then let go of him altogether, and I didn't miss the annoyed grunt he gave from it. I laugh but ignore him while I search in my wallet for two things. One is a condom, which I throw on the mattress next to me. The second is the packet of lube I've been holding in there since yesterday.

With the lube in hand, I crawl back up to J-hope and position his legs, so there more spread out. I don't look down at him yet, even though my eyes are dying to look at him. Instead, I look J-hope in the eyes and wait for him to give me the go-ahead.

After a few seconds of breathing in and out to prepare himself, he nods his head. Our telepathic minds must be working great because I didn't even need to say the words for him to know what I was about to do.

I open the packet up and make sure to rub as much lube as I can on my fingers. The last thing I want to do is hurt him, so the more lube, the better with this part. The second I look down at him, my dick jumps at the sight of him.

J-hope is naked, his legs spread open, and his virgin hole is right there. Looking like a god damn angel.

God, I want to fuck him so bad!

But I have to do this first.

I rub my finger around his hole, seeing J-hopes eyes twitch in slight uncomfort, but he silently breaths through it. It's when I start to push it inside him, the silent breathing becomes ragged, and his eyes squeeze shut. I wait for him, of course. Waiting for him to adjust, and then I add more of my finger.

I keep doing this over and over. Adding more, then waiting. Adding more and stretching him, then waiting. Eventually, I'm able to add the whole finger and move it back and forth without any resistance. And on top of that, J-hope is god damn loving it.

His hands are holding the sheets in a tight grip, and every time my finger enters him, he's making some type of sexy noise. I'm biting my lip in concentration as I add a second finger inside him. Luckily, this finger didn't need as much maneuvering. Even better than that... I found the spot.

The second I added my second finger and moved them around a little more, J-hope's back arched so high it looked like he was being possessed, then he gave out a full-on cry of pleasure. I removed my finger, smirking down at him.

"W-what was that?" J-hope says, completely bewildered.

"That, my love, was your prostrate. You like it?"

"Suga, I... Jesus, I fucking loved that! Do it again."

I chuckle and then put my fingers back inside him. I find the spot rather quickly this time, and I watch in awe as J-hope squirms around in ecstasy. It isn't until J-hope is grabbing onto my wrist and yelling, "Wait. Wait. Wait," indicating that he was about to cum, that I remove my fingers from him again.

Now, it's time for the real deal. The part I've been both nervous and excited to do.

I crawl up his body and kiss his sweaty forehead, his adorable nose, and a quick one to his plump lips. "Are you ready?" J-hope hesitates but nods his head. "Please tell me if I hurt you. Even a little. The last thing I want to do is hurt you."

J-hope smiles up at me and kisses my lips before he says, "I will Suga. Now, please get inside me already. I'm literally dying right now."

I laugh at his cute pleads but grab the condom and the rest of the packet of lube too. I pull down my pants and finally release my dick from the tight confines of my pants. I don't miss the gasp coming from J-hope, and because I can't help myself, I smirk at how that just stroked my ego real well.

I put on the condom, rubbed some lube (but not too much) onto it, then looked at J-hope. As much as I want to look in his eyes while we have sex for the first time, I know doing it with him bent over would be much better for him on his first time. So, with easy hand movements, I flip him over, hear him gasp, and align myself to the back of him.

I hear a second gasp, much louder this time when my dick touches his entrance. Before I move at all, I lean on top of him until my stomach is on his back. I hold my weight off of him by leaning my arms on the mattress next to his head, and then I kiss the back of his neck. Then I whisper - not wanting to ruin the moment - into his ear, "Doing it this way will be better for you, but trust me, I much rather stare at your face while we do this."

J-hope whimpers into the pillow and nods his head. I can see by the tension in his back muscles that he's both nervous and scared of the pain. But I swear to all that is holy I will be as gentle as much as my willpower can hold. I just hope I have enough of that.

I look down in between us and watch as the tip of my dick slowly enters J-hope. Just like with my fingers, I continue to slowly put some in, then stop, slowly put some in, then stop. I was sweating fucking buckets by the time I bottomed out. I guess my willpower is very fucking high today because trust me when I say I wanted to fuck into him by going at it a mile a minute once I was an inch inside... He just feels so... wow. I'm at a loss for words.

I let J-hope adjust for as long as he wants, kissing his neck and back while he does. I'm breathing so heavy by now I know he can tell I'm dying, but I hope he doesn't care. I've just never been with someone so tight, and good, and fucking wow!

After a few moments, J-hope tilts his head to the side and looks at me with one eye. "You can start moving. I-if you want."

Oh, I fucking do. I want to fuck into him as if my life depended on it, but instead, I slowly pull myself out until only the head is inside him and slowly push back in. J-hope, let's out a strangled 'mm,' and I hope that means it feels good because to my ears, it does.

I start to speed up each time his voice gets higher, and his moans increase. Once he's fully ready for me and telling me, "Faster! Oh my god- Suga!" I do just that, thrust into him repeatedly as if my life depended on it.

I take his hips in my hands, tightly holding onto him, and thrust into him over and over again. I clench my teeth and curse through them because J-hope feels too good for real sentences. I look down at his ass, at where he and I are joined, and oh my lord I've never seen such a beautiful sight!

Shit, I'm already close.

I slow down a little and try angling my body to find his- "Suga! Don't stop!" No way in hell I'm stopping. I hit the spot inside him that's making him scream out profanities and cry out all different tones of moans. I make sure only to hit this spot. Even when he starts to tear up by how good it feels, I thrust into him harder.

It isn't until he clenches around me, clawing at the sheets and arching his back until his face is fully pressed into the mattress, that I am able to cum. We're both screaming out each other's names, seeing stars, and enjoying this feeling of cumming together for the first time.

I kept pumping into him to get us through both of our highs, but the second I let myself loose I wanted to collapse on top of him. All my energy on wanting to make him feel good was put into this, and I hope he allows me to do it again, and again, and again, and again!

As much as I really don't want to, when I hear J-hope whimper from underneath me, I know it's time to detach myself from him. I slowly take myself out of him and groan at the final sensation of being inside him. Before I lay down next to him, I rub at the two red marks on his hips that I undoubtedly made there. I smile to myself, but then that smile falls when I realize I could have hurt him. The red marks indicate I went rougher than I planned.

I slowly plop myself on the mattress next to him, but my eyes stay trained on those marks. J-hope realizes pretty quickly what I'm looking at, and he pulls my head until I face him because of it. "Stop it. Whatever your thinking right now, stop it."

"But, did I-"

"No, you didn't. It felt so... so, wow!"

So, wow.

J-hope always knows how to make me happy, but those words made the smile I only give to him come out. With teeth, and gums, and all. He smiles in return, and because I can't help myself, I kiss his mouth even if I accidentally kiss some of his teeth first.

Being here, with my arms wrapped around his middle, and his hands on my face, kissing because what we just experienced was so unforgettable... this is what I've always wanted. I've always wanted J-hope.

I detach myself and confess, for the millionth time, "I love you."

J-hope smiles as a response, and I know he won't say it back. I know J-hope loves me in some ways, just not the same as I do him yet. And I'm fine with that. I was okay with never having him in this way for most of my life, but now that I have him - now that I have all of him and I've given him all of me. I can never ever let him go.

And I'll crush anyone who tries to take him away.

Index | Ch.9 (JIMIN)

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FWB -

[ot7 x reader]

NAMJOON -

namjoon: u like sunflowers?

y/n: you need to stop giving me flowers after we fuck

namjoon: why?

y/n: people don’t do that?

namjoon: i do?

y/n: and i have way too many flowers in my house rn

we like fuck a lot….

namjoon: but i like getting you flowers

y/n: i know

namjoon: do you not like flowers?

y/n: i do

namjoon: so i should get these sunflowers rn is what ur telling me

y/n: you do not need to get me anything

we fuck cuz i think ur hot and ur convenient

NOT because you get me flowers

namjoon: oh

y/n: oh?

namjoon: ok

y/n: don’t tell me i hurt your feelings

namjoon: you didn’t hurt my feelings

y/n: are you lying to me?

namjoon: a little bit

y/n: namjoon….

namjoon: i’m sorry….

y/n: this is not very no strings attached of you

namjoon: baby :(

y/n: YOU made that rule might i add

namjoon: i take it back

y/n: you can’t take it back

namjoon: i just did

y/n: ur just horny

namjoon: am not

i just like you

a lot actually

i like you a lot

can’t help but buy you flowers

y/n: joon

namjoon: yes baby

y/n: /&/&&&;&;&;

you make me sick

i REFUSE to blush and giggle rn

you do this all the time

u nasty little freak

act like you’re deeply in love with me or something

and then just ghost me for 100 years

and come back when u wanna fuck again

namjoon: not true at all

i ignored you for 2 days

ONE time

y/n: so you ignored me on purpose???

namjoon: you know i would never

was super busy i promise baby :(

y/n: i can feel ur horniness through the screen

namjoon: can you feel all the love i have for you as well??

y/n: see you ARE horny

namjoon: out of love and appreciation

y/n: whatever

namjoon: i’m standing in the middle of this florist looking like and idiot

come on baby

sunflowers yes or no?

y/n: no namjoon

and anways jin is at mine rn

so ur gonna have to wait until he leaves

and that’s IF he leaves

namjoon: that’s ok jin’s a very busy man these days ofc he’ll leave

i can wait

y/n: jin is not a busy man at all

you and i both know that 💀

he’s literally been crying in gc about how bored he’s been at home

namjoon: he has?

y/n: yeah literally yesterday

and the day before that

namjoon: maybe i didn’t see that

y/n: you need to read the gc more silly!

namjoon: ur right baby i do

y/n: ofc i’m right

namjoon: of course :)

y/n: …..

are u fr……

this is not fair

why is he leaving?????????????

namjoon

…

this was supposed be our catch up time☹️

what did you say to him????

and WHY is he listening to you

namjoon: didn’t say anything

told you he’s a busy man baby

y/n: shut the fuck up

namjoon: not nice :(

y/n: idc actually!

namjoon: you do

y/n: bring me tulips you slut

JIMIN -

jimin: you need to buy more bread

y/n: ???

jimin: you have no bread

buy some more

y/n: are you in my house rn????

jimin: come home the kids miss you

y/n: motherfucker

jimin: i’m more of a you fucker!

y/n: shut up

jimin: shut me up

y/n: leave my house

jimin: are you on ur way home?

y/n: how did you even get in??

that is highkey very scary jimin!

jimin: do you not want me or something

y/n: hey i never said that did i?

jimin: well ur acting like you don’t want me :/

guess i’ll just leave then

sighs looks out window….

y/n: aw what a shame guess i’ll have to eat this bread i just picked up by myself….

jimin: hey i like bread….

y/n: no way me too…

jimin: you can make toast with bread…

y/n: that’s true and i make really good toast….

jimin: you do….

y/n: so like do you want to have toast with me….

jimin: wow look at you practically on ur knees BEGGING for me 🙄

y/n: whatever

you’ll be the one on ur knees soon anyways

jimin: is that a threat???

y/n: it’s a promise mr park!

jimin: just say you want my hand in marriage at this point

y/n: lol!!!!!!

jimin: i know you do

deep down

y/n: keep telling urself that!

jimin: she wants you jimin 😍

y/n: fucking freak

jimin: she REALLY wants you

TAEHYUNG -

y/n: you told yoongi we were dating?

taehyung: can’t hear you rn babe

i’m literally drilling holes in the wall

it’s real noisy

y/n: we fuck each other that is it tae i told you this….

taehyung: 🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀 you want me 🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀you need me 🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀 🌀🌀you are my girlfriend 🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀

y/n: stop it

taehyung: you are in love with me

y/n: i am not

taehyung: sorry can’t hear you i’m drilling baby

i told you this already

y/n: drilling does effect your reading ability

taehyung: oh my god the wall dust has gotten into my eyes i can’t see omg someone help me ohhhshuszu

y/n: ur not funny

taehyung: can i come over later 🥺

y/n: can you stop telling people we are an actual couple

taehyung: i love you

y/n: i’m going to drop you

taehyung: in bed?

y/n: should of rejected ur stupid offer when you asked

fwb my ass

taehyung: we have that type of love that it gets just gets so overwhelming in the best way

don’t you agree?

y/n: shut the fuck up

taehyung: you know i like it when you take control

y/n: i’m gonna stop speaking to you taehyung

taehyung: 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭baby plz😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

i can’t even breathe without you 🥺

y/n: i mean it tae

taehyung: ok but let me sing for u rq

y/n: no

taehyung: you should let me love youuu

let me be the one tooooo

give you everything you want and neeeeddd

y/n: shut the fuck up

taehyung: i forgot the lyrics hold on

y/n: i am not holding on

taehyung: wait that’s so jack and rose core

i’ll never let go jack 🥺

and then she lets go of him

or does he let go??

idk i forgot

y/n: wish you were jack

taehyung: you into white men???

i’ll be a white man for you

y/n: absolutely not

taehyung: i’ll make you mayo sandwich

think that’s a white person delicacy

y/n: ur getting blocked now

taehyung: ok but we still fucking later???????

y/n: …..

taehyung: ???

y/n: ur so fucking annoying

taehyung: >3<

y/n: 5

don’t be late

taehyung: 🫡

JUNGKOOK -

jungkook: the weather is so nice rn

y/n: do you want to fuck?

jungkook: please 😭

y/n: just say that next time idiot

jungkook: i’m sorry

just wanted to be a gentleman

don’t want to act like just using you for sex or something

y/n: you literally are???

jungkook: not true!!!!!!

y/n: 🤨

jungkook: i’m very upset that you think that

ur worth more to me than just sex ☹️

y/n: since when??

jungkook: since our first date i think

y/n: our first date????

you mean the time you took me to buy a plan b??

jungkook: no the time we had ice cream…

y/n: AFTER you took me to buy a plan b

jungkook: ☹️

y/n: don’t frown at me kookie

jungkook: don’t u like me?

y/n: ofc i like you

i’m fucking you am i not?

jungkook: yeah but

y/n: but?

jungkook: ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

y/n: don’t you understand the concept of friends with benefits?

jungkook: i do ☹️

y/n: so why are you frowning at me?

jungkook: i just thought the benefits would be you falling deeply in love with me and holding my hand sometimes idk….

y/n: kook

jungkook: i’m sorry

y/n: 😐

jungkook: but like…

have you???

fallen in love with me i mean

i mean it’s cool if you haven’t

well not cool

but like cool for you

not really cool for me

but i’ll like cope lol

y/n: sighs

jungkook: changing the subject sorry i’ll cry

but anyways i know i said i wanted to be a gentleman and not act like i just use you for sex or whatever

but i do really need you rn lol

i can come over now right?

cuz i’m on my way lol no joke

i hope that’s ok with you

cuz it’s ok with me

ofc it’s ok with me why did i say that

sorry

but if it’s not ok with you that’s fine

well not fine for me lol

cuz i’m like painfully hard rn

that’s kinda gross

sorry i don’t know why i said that

but it’s ok i can always like

fuck some else

if ur busy or just not in the mood

i get it

don’t worry

y/n: omg you fuck other people?

wow i’m impressed!!!

you go superstar jk!

jungkook: I DON’T I DON’T OH MY GOD I DO NOT

idk why i said that lol

sorry for shouting

um yeah

i don’t

y/n: oh

jungkook: do you??

not that it matters or anything just wondering

y/n: well

jungkook: actually i don’t want to know lol

sorry for cutting you off btw

i didn’t mean it

well i did but like not in a i don’t care what you have to say type of way but in a if you say what i think ur gonna say i’ll throw up and cry and jump off a building

lol

that was a joke lol

LMAOOOO

i won’t do those things actually haha 😭

i am a tough guy

i can handle if you were seeing other people

i can still come over btw right???

y/n: you talk a lot of shit

jungkook: sorry

i’m sorry

i get that

y/n: i like you jungkook

jungkook: yOU DO???

*you do?

sorry caps

oh wow

thanks ha

lol

i like you too

a lot

y/n: i want you

jungkook: OH

ok OK YEAH

that’s cool lol

in what context tho haha

like you want me as in you want me to be ur bf?

you want me to fuck?

you want me to die????

you want me

and this means it’s ok to come over right?

y/n

hello??

you have an incoming call from kook ♡

YOONGI -

yoongi: you free? :3

y/n: i am

yoongi: :3

y/n: idk what that means

yoongi: yes you do

y/n: i don’t

yoongi: stop lying

y/n: never lied in my life

yoongi: ur lying rn

y/n: don’t think so

yoongi: shut up

y/n: that’s mean

yoongi: i’m coming over

y/n: for?

yoongi: y/n

y/n: yoongi

yoongi: stop it

y/n: stop what

yoongi: i’m not saying it

y/n: saying what

yoongi: …

y/n: what u coming over for yoongi :3

yoongi: no

y/n: no?

yoongi: changed my mind

not coming over

y/n: ok

yoongi: ok?

y/n: ok yoongi

yoongi: so u fucking other people now

y/n: woah?????

where did that come from

yoongi: ur fine with me not coming over..

you must be fucking someone else

y/n: jealous much

yoongi: SO YOU ARE?????????????

y/n: don’t shout at me

yoongi: i didn’t shout

y/n: you definitely did!

yoongi: i don’t even care fuck who you want

y/n: ok

yoongi: ok??????????

y/n: yoongi

yoongi: no

y/n: are you mad at me rn?

yoongi: no lol

y/n: wtf did i do to you what the hell

yoongi: who is it

y/n: ????

yoongi: give me a letter

y/n: a letter?

n??

yoongi: NAMJOON???????

yeah just go ahead and block me now

fucking namjoon

ur telling me namjoon better than me

LMAOOOO

y/n: tf are you talking about

yoongi: you and namjoon

y/n: me and namjoon??

yoongi: oh

so ur not..

y/n: i’m not following

yoongi: me or namjoon?

y/n: what

yoongi: you following me or namjoon

y/n: on insta??

twitter???

tf are you taking about

work with me here yoongi

yoongi: i’m drunk

y/n: that makes sense

yoongi: i lied

y/n: i don’t believe you

yoongi: i’m outside

y/n: my house???????

yoongi: no the fucking world trade centre

y/n: the what

yoongi: open ur fucking door

i need to kiss you

SEOKJIN -

jin: IF YOU TOUCH JUNGKOOK ONE MORE TIME IM GONNA THROW UP EVERYWHERE AND RUIN THIS PARTY FOR EVERYONE

y/n: i think he’s so cute tho :c

jin: CUTE?????

he thinks 4x4 is 7 and i heard he never showers

but you see me i know that 4x4 is 24 and i shower regularly

y/n: 4x4 is 16 you idiot

jin: go away

y/n: you look like a loser in the corner by yourself

where ur hoes at seokjin?

jin: my one and only hoe throwing herself all over one of my best friends rn

y/n: no way?

jin: yes way :/

y/n: does she look good doing it tho?

jin: so good actually

i might faint

y/n: why don’t you go talk to her

jin: like i said she’s trying to fuck my best friend rn

y/n: ur no fun

jin: ur a cheater

y/n: i’m single actually

cheating is not a possible thing for me to do rn

jin: ur supposed to be my fwb not jungkooks

y/n: we are not exclusive jin u know this

and anyways sharing is caring!

jin: convinced you’ve lost your mind

y/n: ur wasting my time rn

kookies getting upset i’m not paying attention to him

jin: kookie????

don’t play i’ll throw up rn

watch me

sticking my fingers down my throat as we speak

y/n: no ur not

i can see you yk?

jin: so NOW you’re paying attention to me

y/n: i always have been

how else would i know you’ve been standing in that corner for and hour like the little creep you are

jin: ok it hasn’t been an hour

y/n: ur right

+30 minutes

jin: yeah whatever

you wanna leave rn??

y/n: only if i can bring kookie with

jin: no

y/n: but look at him

jin: he’s pretty ugly

y/n: 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

jin: i am not sharing you with anybody

y/n: that’s not ur decision actually

jin: it should be 😒

y/n: you asking me out rn mr kim 🤨?

jin: no

well

unless…..

y/n: me you kookie

one night i promise

jin: 😐

y/n: listen

jin: listening

y/n: one way or another i’m fucking jungkook tn

ur lucky i’m inviting you

jin: SIGHSSS

you ARE a cheater

i’ll let you fuck jk if you go on a date with me

y/n: can you not read??

was gonna fuck him anyways

jin: ok but I’LL join if you go on a date with me

y/n: you were joining regardless

jin: not true!

y/n: very true!

jin: ….

if you knew that why were you begging me?

y/n: had to make you feel special somehow

jin: you say that like i’m not?

y/n: you are

jin: i know

y/n: i’m glad

jin: ur so hot

y/n: thank u kookie just told me that 💓

jin: he doesn’t say it like i say it tho

y/n: you sure?

jin: very

y/n: interesting

jin: are you guys coming to the car or what?

y/n: so eager

jin: you blame me?

got to show jk how a real man fucks

then i got to take my girl on the best date of her life

y/n: your girl?

jin: problem?

y/n: *friend

jin: no!

y/n: ???

you can’t just say no

jin: watch me do it again

no!

y/n: i am NOT ur girl

jin: u right

wife 🥰

y/n: no!

jin: don’t use my shit on me

y/n: watch me do it again

no!

jin: ok whatever

ur opinion on the matter isn’t valid anyways

y/n: ???i think it is

jin: no!

y/n: kill yourself

jin: not really into the whole suicide thing

can you come kill me??

i would prefer you take me out via strangulation

y/n: you me sick

jin: come to the car now i’m boredddd

y/n: i don’t see you moving to the car

jin: i’ll move when you move

y/n: whatever

jin: so excited wifey😋🥰

HOSEOK -