#playboy!yoongi

[deathbyyoongx]

everytime; chapter 6 — myg

╭ chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, ...

╭ word count: 5k

╭ summary: Everyone knew Min Yoongi as the guy who wouldn't say no to a nice pair of tits. His cocky attitude and stunning looks made it hard for most girls to resist. And even though you would like to say you're not like the others in that aspect, you unfortunately happened to be his ex. But even though you despised his guts for the last 3 years or so, he somehow managed to find himself a way between your legs on one semi-drunk night.

╭ pairing: fuckboy!yoongi x ex!reader

╭ genre: smut, angst, bit of fluff, more smut

╭ warnings: enemies to fwb, dom!yoongi, sub!reader, jealous ex!jungkook, bestfriend!jimin, hate sex, yoongi has a degrading kink but so does yn, brat taming, hair pulling, spitting, slapping, hickeys, choking, unprotected sex (STAY SAFE GUYS!), creampie, praise kink, hand kink, possessive yoongi, sexual content ofc, mentions of drinking, ...

╭ author's note: this fic is inspired by the song everytime by ariana grande. I also recommend using the chrome extension InteractiveFics for a better reading experience ;)

I'm sorry my dear readers it took so long. My life has been so busy this summer, but I'll finally have some free time soon. Not fully satisfied with this chapter, but I hope you'll still enjoy it <3

08/09/2023

The inevitable happened. Jungkook was standing in front of your door, right here, right now. You knew ignoring him was a bad idea and this was bound to happen from the start if you kept avoiding him. It also didn’t help that he interrupted your little self-love session which involved you pleasuring yourself by the mere thought of Min Yoongi. You’ve become your greatest self-saboteur. You just kept rethinking that night you were at his house where you were too much of a pussy to make a move. The scenario of that morning where he was just on display for you, ready for you to get rid of his morning wood. But no, you didn’t dare. The words of Yoongi just echoed through your head. ‘You’re a lot of talk when you’re drunk, but sober you’re such a pussy.’ You hated the fact he was right. But, back to Jungkook, before you were getting even more worked up.

“Look, I wasn’t planning to come over,” Jungkook said with a pleading expression, looking very apologetic about the fact he was bothering you today, making you feel even worse about ignoring him. “But I had plans with Joon and since you live right next to him, I just wanted to check on you for a second.”

No matter what happened between you and Jungkook, you could never be mad at him. You’ve known him for some time now, and you just knew how sweet that boy was. Whenever you’d text him in need, there he was. Whenever you wanted advice, a hug, or just a good laugh, there he was in front of your door. And that’s why you couldn’t break his heart again. You just knew how disappointed and heartbroken he’d become if he’d known about your little affair with Yoongi. You didn’t owe him anything, you knew that. You also knew, that the longer you postponed telling him, the worse he’d react. But every time you wanted to tell him, your heart blocked you off. “That’s sweet Jungkook, I’m fine though.”

“You've been distant, I barely hear from you anymore. Did I do something wrong?” Suddenly, you felt really bad about ignoring Jungkook as soon as he asked that.

“I know and I’m sorry. I’ve just been busy lately.” Oh, and busy you were, but for all the wrong reasons.

“With the move probably?”

“Yeah.” It wasn’t a lie, you have finally packed out all of your stuff, but it also wasn't the complete truth. But as long as you didn't lie, it didn't make you feel too bad. “Sorry if I made you think I forgot about you.”

“It's fine, u know I can't be mad at you.” Likewise. “Maybe I got too worked up over nothing.” Jungkook stayed quiet for a second. “If you want, I can ask Namjoon if you could join us. It has been a while since we’ve hung out.”

You couldn’t help but smile at Jungkook’s suggestion. “That's sweet, but I'm a bit tired.” And very horny cause you interrupted my little fantasy of Yoongi. “But I’ll text you to hang out as soon as possible, okay? I promise.” You held out your pinky finger to enhance your promise, waiting for him to link his with yours. 

Jungkook smiled, teeth showing as well. You’ve been keeping promises like this ever since college. “Alright then.” He said while he linked his pinky with yours. “See you later.” After your wholesome goodbye with Jungkook, it was time to continue your sinful ‘fingerpainting’ session again if you wanted to function for the rest of the evening. Because, damn, did the idea of Yoongi drive you insane. But the moment you spread your legs again, that dreadful message of that girl popped back in your head, making you cancel all plans you had to finger yourself at the thought of that fuckboy. Remember that name Eunha? Yes, we all do. One thing led to another and now you were looking up her profile by searching through Yoongi’s followers. You hated her already. Not only was she drop-dead gorgeous, but you saw her feed was full of pictures of her and Yoongi. “Argh-“ You groaned out loud out of frustration. How could you compare to these beauties? You rarely felt insecure, but when it came to Yoongi? Damn, it’s as if confidence never crossed your path. The mere thought of Yoongi spending another night with another girl made you groan out loud out of resentment. You just kept telling yourself: ‘You know he’s a fuckboy, you shouldn’t obsess over this’. You were putting yourself in this situation. But the feeling of him wanting you just was too addictive. You couldn’t even differentiate the feeling of lust and love anymore around him. You just knew one thing for sure, you wanted him. That’s it. There was only one rational thing left to do now. Send him a nude. After some awkward posing half-naked in front of your full-body mirror, only wearing some black lace panties, you finally took a picture you were more than satisfied with. A proud smirk formed on your lips as you sent the picture to him with the caption ‘so long till Friday :(’.

Sent.

Where had your rational thinking gone whenever it came to Yoongi? You wouldn’t have done this for any other guy, but him? That man just made you do irrational things. You pulled on an oversized shirt as you just continued to scroll down Instagram, further stalking the girls that you saw tagged Yoongi in their posts. Not only the fact that there were other pretty girls that we’re fucking Yoongi was bothering you, but also the fact that it was so fucking many. This was just bound to happen. A hot successful single man in his twenties that loved to fuck around and was also good at fucking around? Of course girls would scurry to him like hungry rats. Maybe you shouldn’t think of those girls as rats, you bet they were lovely girls that, like you, couldn’t resist the charms of Mister Min Yoongi. This was your jealousy talking, but why were you so jealous…?

[21:06] Yoongi: Come over

The notification of Yoongi’s message popped up on your screen like a sign from above. You really wanted to come over, but you need to toy with him was even bigger. Plus, you were a bit irritated by scrolling through all those girls’ Instagram accounts, so no way in hell were you going to give in that easily.

[21:07] y/n: why would I head over to your house at this hour? It’s so dark out.

[21:07] Yoongi: you’re right

[21:08] Yoongi: on my way

Wait, what?!

Was he…really planning to come over? His text made you jump out of your seat and head as quickly as possible to the bathroom for a quick shower. You were all sweaty and stinky from work, no way that you could let him see or smell you like this. It took you an impressive 15 minutes to get ready, almost a new record. So there you were, casually sitting on your couch, acting as if you were not expecting anyone to ring the doorbell anytime soon.

Ding dong

An instantaneous smile formed on your lips, slapping yourself on the face to get rid of it as you jumped out of your seat. You gave yourself a last glance at the TV reflection, just to make sure you looked presentable. You fixed your hair and opened the front door, revealing a handsome-looking Yoongi, per usual. “Hi Yoon-” But the sudden feeling of his lips on yours interrupted your greeting. 

He gently pushed you inside, closing the door behind him. “You’re such a tease.” He whispered in between kisses. His touch was gentle as if he was savouring every taste, this time not planning on another night of just talking. He deepened the kiss, his tongue gently teasing the seam of your lips, seeking entrance. No time could be wasted as your desires had been suppressed by your cowardness last night. You needed him now. You led Yoongi to your bedroom, a trail of stumbling over one another as you just couldn’t keep your lips off of each other. It became apparent neither of you were planning to take it slow by the way you were tucking on each other’s clothing, desperate to take them off this instant. In a swift motion, Yoongi took off your shirt, making him smirk at the sight of those familiar black-laced panties. He pushed you onto the bed before taking off his shirt as well, revealing his lean body and you could feel yourself getting wetter by the second. Your eyes travelled from his face to his neck, chest, and abs until they stopped as his ever-growing erection that was desperately waiting to be released from his jeans. He noticed your staring, making him say. “This is all yours.”

He hovered over you, pushing you further on the bed as his lips followed yours. “My girl got needy for my cock, huh?” 

“Just a cock, to be honest.” You were really not into the whole ‘I’m going to stroke his ego even further’, not because you didn’t want to necessarily, but because you were a whore for him putting you in your place.

“You say that, but I bet you only sent that picture to me, didn’t you?” You were quiet, which made your answer all too obvious. “That’s what I thought.” Yoongi pulled back for a second, taking his time to admire your body which he can’t seem to get enough of. The way the lingerie complimented your curves, looking too pretty to take off. “You never feel to amaze me, damn-” You felt your cheeks heat up out of embarrassment, making him smirk out of satisfaction. “Getting shy, huh? That’s how I know my girl.” He whispered in a husky tone before his lips met your neck. 

Yoongi’s lips on your neck made you shiver, holding onto his shoulders for support. “No hickeys please, I have to work tomorrow.”

His hands travelled towards your core, gently rubbing against the already wet cloth in a teasing manner. “I’ll try.” He said before kissing you again, feeling him smirk against your lips. “I’m almost flattered how worked up you get from me.” He moved the slip of your panty to the side, his fingers finding their way to your soaked entrance. He glided his middle finger between your folds, using your own wetness as lubrication as he gently applied pressure on your sweet spot. A small whimper left your lips as your hands tightened themselves around Yoongi’s upper arms, making you realize how buffed he had gotten over the years. His middle and index finger hugged around your clit, slowly and teasingly circling around it, making it hard for you not to slip out a few moans. While your eyes were closed as you felt yourself getting lost in the pleasure, Yoongi's, however, were fixed on you as if he were studying you. Adjusting his every move by the way you reacted to it, unconsciously remembering how you like it. The way his hardness was pressed against his jeans made it almost seem like it was going to tear any second now, but how couldn’t he? Seeing you desperate for his touch was one of his biggest turn-ons, but there was one small thing leaving him not fully satisfied. “You can be louder than that.” Yoongi whispered in your ear, the tone of his voice low with a slight rasp. “I want to hear you.”

“I have thin walls.” You let out, gasping for air due to you covering your mouth to keep yourself down.

“Namjoon will not care.” Yoongi purred as he increased his pace, making it even harder for you to control yourself. He knew your neighbour and mutual friend liked to mess around himself, but that wasn’t the problem…  

“Jungkook’s visiting him.” You said without thinking twice., almost regretting it instantly after those words spilled from your mouth.

“Uhu.” He said sternly, removing his hand from your precious core as the air was getting filled with anticipation. “In that case.” Yoongi unbuckled his belt, pulling it off his waist in a swift motion. “Give me your hands.” Without putting much thought behind it, you did as you were told as you held your hands in front of you. With a firm grip, Yoongi grabbed your wrists and started wrapping his belt around it, tying your hands to the headboard of your bed. Oh no…His fingertips were brushing down at the side of your legs, finding his way back to your most intimate area, carefully sliding down your panties. He felt empowered by your arousal, your cunt glistening from excitement. His lips followed suit, leaving a trail of heated kisses along your thighs before his tongue traced the slit of your hole. A small quiver left your lips as he pressed just the right amount of pressure on your clit, followed by short flicks. The world around you faded away as Yoongi focused solely on your pleasure, and you could tell he was trying to make a point by touching you with slow and teasing movements, making it hard for you not to whine out of sheer desperation. 

“Yoongi, please-” You softly moaned, feeling rather unsatisfied by the minimum fulfillment he was giving you. Yoongi, however, did not make a sound as he continued teasing you. Every time you expected him to apply more pressure or increase the pace, he pulled his tongue back, and it almost felt as if you could feel his smirk against you. Due to Yoongi’s solution to make you unable to muffle your moans, the silence of the room was getting filled by your desperation. A whimper, a moan, and eventually a cuss in a mixture of Yoongi’s name slipped your lips. “Fuck-” The pleasure intensified, building an undeniable tension that hung in the air, aching to be released. Slow but surely, Yoongi did give in to your needs, making you want to grab onto the bed sheets but being unable to. The way his tongue rolled on your sensitive nub, not only added to your pleasure but made his even more desperate. You became a moaning frustrated mess, every flick of Yoongi’s tongue feeling like a tease. “Just make me come, please-” You cried, hopelessly waiting for your sweet release. “Please-” Tears from desperation rolled down your face in a mix with your mascara, a sight Yoongi loved to see. 

Yoongi sat back up straight, wiping your wetness from his underlip. He looked at you with full earnestness, smirking at the state of your body out of amusement, a hint of sadism in his eyes. “Beg for it, tell me how much you want it.” He said in full seriousness, his eyes shimmering with pure lust and desire. His fingers were tracing the entrance from your folds, gently applying pleasure at the most sacred part. “Loud enough for me to hear it.” He smirked again.

“Yoongi-ah-“ He took your clit between his fingers again, using a quick circular motion to receive a reaction from you. “Please, please, please-” smirking at the tears mixed with your mascara rolling down your face. “I need you to make me come. You can do whatever you want with me, but just make me come.” With every move, you felt yourself growing closer, letting out another loud whine as he abruptly removed his fingers from you. You watched Yoongi lick his fingers as if you were a delicacy before he started unzipping his jeans for his own comfort. “Yoongi-” You called, rubbing your legs together to feel some sort of release.

After Yoongi took his jeans off, his boxers were the only thing away from revealing himself. “I know baby, I know.” He placed his hands on your thighs again, spreading your legs again, preventing you from continuing to self-pleasure yourself. “Does my girl want to cum?” Yoongi’s fingers softly caressed your slit, driving you even more horny and insane. A moan that sounded like a yes left your lips. “Hmh?” He teased as his fingers left again.

Feeling the absence of Yoongi’s touch was what drove you to sheer and utter desperation. “My fucking god-yes! Please, Yoongi, let me cum. I need you so badly right now.” You cried, more tears leaving your eyes. The louder your pleads got, the more satisfied he was. “Yoongi please-” 

Yoongi let out an amused chuckle. “Look how desperate you are for me. What would your friends think if they heard you like this? Especially the neighbours.” He said, sure to emphasize that last part.

“I don’t care anymore, I just need you.”

“Good.” Yoongi placed your legs on his shoulders, keeping your thighs in a steady distance, his grip making it unable for you to move. His tongue tracing, what felt like love letters, on your aching clit, every flick driving you closer to your orgasm. After all that teasing, it didn’t take long for you to get there, feeling the knot in your lower body growing stronger. 

“Yes, yes, oh my fuck-yes!” With an arched back and trembling legs, you finally reached your long-postponed climax, which was more intense than your body seemed to handle. And it felt as if you could feel it until the tips of your fingers, leaving your body in exhaustion. “Fuck Yoongi-“ You heavily panted, feeling his tongue still on your clit. “I’m too sensitive.” You whimpered, making him pull away.

“Awe, are you now?” He said with fake pity.

“Uhu.” You pleaded.

“Was it a bit too intense for my girl?” He asked, making you hum another ‘uhu’. “Poor thing.” He leaned in to kiss you, feeling his hand going near your back to take your bra off. “I want to see all of you.”

As you were catching your breath, heavily panting, you watched him take his briefs off which were covered in precum. “You’re doing so good, baby. Do you want the rest?” Was Yoongi’s way of asking for further consent, giving his dick a few slow strokes as he looked at you. You eagerly nodded your head, making him grin. “Of course you do.” Before he fully entered you, he traced the slit of your entrance with the tip of his dick, teasing himself before he slowly pushed himself inside of you. A drawn-out moan left his lips by the way your walls tightly hugged around him, a soft cuss slipping in between. He slowly and slightly pulled out of you, his cock glistening with the coat of your fluids around him. “I’ve missed you.” He groaned before thrusting in and out of you again. He was going rather slow as if he was savouring every thrust. “My pretty girl.” His hands were on your thighs, keeping your legs up for maximum access. You wanted to hold onto him, digging your nails into his back as your personal mark on him, but his personal handcuffs made that not an option. His thumb found your clit again, making your walls clench around him as he wanted to make you cum again. “Shit-” 

“I want to touch you, please Yoongi.” You pleaded as you were tucking on your personal prison. 

Heavy breaths left Yoongi’s lips. “Hmh, do you know?” He teased, that menacing smirk plastered on his face again. He slowly slid himself fully into you and you were pretty sure you could feel his tip touching the entrance of your cervix. “Shit-” After that, Yoongi increased his pace and you could already feel your legs shake. Hearing your moans as he filled you up was music to his ears. “And risking you covering your mouth again? No way. I want to hear my girl.” You wanted to tell him you’ll be a good girl and won’t do that, but he upped the pace again, making it hard for you to speak in general. Your tits were bouncing heavily on your chest, which was a beautiful sight to see for Yoongi. He quickly combed his hand through his hair, preventing his hair from blocking the sight he had in front of him. Sweat drops were forming on his forehead, making his hair damp but, fuck, did he look hot right now. Even though Yoongi was mostly focused on his pleasure as he thrust in and out of you, he made sure not to forget about you by the way his thumb was rubbing against your clit, feeling your walls clench around him as you were getting closer to your climax. Your moans were only getting louder, and in the back of your head, you knew you were going to have to explain yourself to your neighbour and friend tomorrow. “I want to feel you cum around my dick.” Yoongi groaned, his rasp indicating he was almost there. He slowed down the pace, focusing more on his finger work so you would get another round of pleasure.

“Oh god-“ You moaned as you felt another wave of ecstasy waiting for you. “Yes, yes-“ It felt as if his thumb was vibrating against your clit, your mind not fully comprehending how the fuck he did that. “I’m gonna-” But instead of the words, the loud moan that left your lips and the way your walls clenched around him, made it clear you reached your peak, making Yoongi increase his paste of fucking you.

The mixture of his postponed climax as protection of his ego and the sounds you were making, made him only seconds away of coming undone. To your surprise, he slid himself out of you, stroking himself down until you felt his cum on you, painting your whole body with it. A loud groan left his throat, head thrown back in pleasure. He stopped jerking himself off, taking a few deep breaths before looking back at you, staring like you were a masterwork. “My favourite looks so beautiful.” He smirked, kissing you softly before untying you. Your wrist hurt from the tightness of his belt, but for some reason, you really didn’t seem to mind. “Let me clean you up first.” Before Yoongi got up to go to the bathroom, he gave you one last kiss on the lips, taking his time before parting lips. You watch him leave the room, quickly finding his way to your bathroom as if he has been here before. You couldn’t sit up straight without making a mess since, yeah, you were covered in cum. It was almost impressive. Yoongi quickly came back, placing himself between your legs again for easy access. He was holding a wet towel, and when he was wiping away his hard work, you noticed he made it lukewarm just for your comfort. As he got you clean again, he leaned in to kiss you again, kissing your neck before kissing your lips. He gently cupped your face in the palm of his hand, looking at you with those beautiful brown eyes as he parted his lips with yours. “You did so good.” He whispered softly, his thumb slightly caressing your cheek. 

You placed your hand on his and for some reason, your heart felt heavy. “Please stay the night.” You said with pleading eyes, making Yoongi smile softly at you. 

“I had no intention of doing anything else.” He removed himself from the bed, grabbing his briefs again. “You want to wear my T-shirt?” He smiled as he put back his underwear, knowing how much you loved to sleep in them. You happily nodded, putting it on as soon as he handed it to you. Before Yoongi placed himself back next to you, he couldn’t help but notice the wall of pictures on one of y our bedroom walls. And the longer he started down that wall of pictures, the longer he kept staring at one photo in particular. “You still have that picture of us.”

You looked away from Yoongi for a second, even though you knew exactly what photo he was talking about. “Yeah, I do.” It was a selfie you had taken with him, back when the two of you were 17. You could tell you were young by the way you two looked. It just happened to be one of your favourite photos of all time. Not because of quality or how aesthetically pleasing the picture looked, but because it just locked many memories. The most beautiful memories with Yoongi to be exact. That’s when you reminisced about the time with him again. Him waiting after classes so he could walk home with you. He asked if he could do his homework at your place, even though you two did everything besides homework. And just the way he used to love you was so gentle and loving, nothing like he was now. You were his and his only. “It’s one of my favourites, actually.” You just felt a need to say that.

“One of your favourite pictures is one where I’m in the frame?” He teased as he got back in bed with you, pulling you by the waist to have you close to him. He didn’t ask because he thought you were weird for calling a photo with your ex ‘one of your favourites’, but rather out of reassurance that it really was your favourite, even though he was in it.

“Yes, it was before you were a dick” You chuckled, even though you didn’t really mean it. “I have a lot of good memories linked to you, you know. They’re not all bad.” You explained, the tone in your voice slightly saddening as memories and emotions of your breakup entered your head. “Besides, you were my favourite at some point, so it’s not that weird.” That’s when Yoongi’s words from before echoed through your head again. ‘My favourite looks beautiful’ Did he really mean that or was it just a heat of the moment kind of thing? 

It was one of the few moments where Yoongi was the one who seemed to want to say something but stayed quiet instead. He seemed…conflicted. There was a brief moment when he looked happy, but then a hint of sadness waved over it. You couldn’t read his emotions and it made you frustrated. “Likewise.” That was all he said, but you knew Yoongi well enough to know that there was more on his mind. 

When you woke up the next morning, a lack of a presence beside you made you wake up quicker than usual. After a few blinks, you noticed Yoongi wasn’t lying beside you. You felt your heartache, unknown why he wasn’t there. Your mind went to start thinking of the worst again, but before you could fully feel your heartbreak, you saw a little note on your bedside table. “Had an important meeting. Sorry, I couldn’t stay.” All your worries were suddenly washed over as you read the last sentence. “See you soon though :]” You felt like a teen again by the way you got so excited over a written note, making you put it in your drawer so you wouldn’t lose it. Besides Yoongi’s scent lingering throughout your apartment, you noticed an unfamiliar object lying neatly on your bedside table as well. And that’s when you realized…

Those were the panties you had lost at Hoseok’s party.

Rarely enough, you decided to have your lunch break with Jia. Usually, you would make some lame ass excuse as to why you couldn’t have your break together with her, avoiding any opportunity she could have to talk about Yoongi’s dick again. But today, you felt brave, agreeing you would eat together, making her ecstatic. “Please y/n?! You have to come!” Jia has been desperately trying to convince you to come clubbing with her for the last half hour or so. Guilt brews inside your gut as she’s unknown to the idea of Yoongi and you. How would she even react? She couldn’t be that mad since half of her friends have been sharing him. And the more you started to think about it, the more disturbed you were about that thought. “I bet you’ll love it.” 

You doubted that. You enjoyed going home after a long work shift, but she does seem very persistent. Maybe you should go. “Alright…you convinced me.” 

“Ugh, finally! You’ll have a great time, I promise! You can even bring your boo Jungkook” She teased before taking a big bite of your lunch, continuing to speak with a full mouth after that.

“Don’t say that-“

“If you don’t want him I sure wouldn’t mind taking a bite of that”

Jesus.

“I’ll ask him.” You smiled, making Jia hug you out of sheer happiness. You felt bad again. You knew Jia liked you, but all you could think about was Yoongi doing the things he did with you yesterday with her. It made you grow resentful towards her, even though she didn’t do anything wrong. You thought maybe, tomorrow, you wouldn’t feel like that anymore. You could see her in another light if it was just you and her and maybe some of her friends. Those friends who probably have had sex with Yoongi too though…No! You were not going to think like this! No man was going to ruin the beautiful opportunity of two women becoming friends. Especially a fuckboy like Yoongi. For a short while you thought you were above casual hookups, but lately you’ve been taking that thought into question.

Before your break was over, you texted the idea to Jungkook, hoping he’d say yes because no way were you going to survive that night without a familiar face. To your surprise, Jungkook wasn’t against the idea of clubbing with you after you texted him. On the contrary, he seemed to be really excited about it, telling you he has always wanted to do something like that with you. This makes you think there must be some underlying motivation for his answer.

Or maybe you were just overthinking it?

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[2hightocare]

NO NUT NOVEMBER.

Synopsis: Jungkook didn’t think stuff through when he made a bet for “No Nut November” he seemed to forget that he can’t say no to you.

Pairings: dilf!jungkook x fem!reader

Warnings— SMUT! cussing, kind of drunk sex?, dirty talk, anal, squirting, spanking, size kink!!!!, jk is pussy whipped, jk eating you out, fingering, creampie, unprotected sex (wrap it up!!) rough sex!!, crying from pleasure, hair pulling, fluff at the very end,

a/n: someone lock me the fuck up… this is in the KUWTB universe, jus wanted to get into jk and oc sex life more… enjoy🥹🤍

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“I am not betting a thousand on Jungkook for no nut; November be fucking for real; he’s going to lose twenty minutes in.” Namjoon says knowing his friend and knowing how you have him wrapped around your pinky will have him losing money.

“I can go a whole month without sex, motherfuckers.” Jungkook gasps, running a hand through his wet hair from his previous shower.

It was Halloween night, and the boys just came back from accompanying Iseul and Ye Joon trick or treating down the neighborhood.

“I’m taking my baby to the rich neighborhoods so she can get the full-size candy bars.” Jungkook squeezes Iseul's cheeks, trying to avoid the cute bunny face paint you had drawn on. Your husband, without thinking twice, matched her outfit with the big fluffy bunny ears on the top of his head, bobbing on his head whenever he would move around.

"You literally live in a rich neighborhood.” Ari scolds, sending Jungkook's arm flying up in his defense.

"Trust, I won’t fuck up!” Jungkook defends himself while the boys have a hard time believing him; the boys only sighed before agreeing.

…

 

Jungkook couldn’t do it; his dick immediately hardened as he saw you walking down the stairs in your playboy bunny costume, the small black leather skirt that barely covers your ass, and your black thong visible to everyone. The black long-sleeve crop top and the bunny ears had him stressing and wishing he wouldn’t have made that bet.

“Fuck, you look beautiful, baby." Jungkook wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you in possessively. His hand lowered to your ass before giving a soft squeeze; you didn’t even bat an eye.

“Thank you, my love.” You give him a quick peck before looking down at his all-black outfit. “You look handsome, daddy,” you wink before walking to the kitchen where Eunbi and Jia were.

You had taken a new habit of calling Jungkook Daddy a joke, and he knew that, but right now the word just worsened the hard problem he has in his pants.

It’s around three in the morning now, and the house is a mess. Iseul is staying with your mother-in-law, who volunteered to take care of her for the night. You were definitely drunk; Ari and Lora came in the house already fucked up, and them being bad influences made you and all the girls take shot after shot, so here you were dancing in your living room as the guys sat on the couch watching you all.

“I think I might owe you all a thousand." Jungkook sighs at his friends. Who’s head snaps at him in shock? “You fucking lost already; are you serious? It's been like three hours!?” Seokjin gasps, and Jimin giggles beside him.

That’s when everyone pulls their wallets and drops wads of cash in Jimin's hands. “I fucking told you he wouldn’t last." Jimin snickers as he counts the money in his hands.

“You guys have no faith in me! I haven’t done anything."Jungkook whispers the last part, "Oh." Jimin says he is disappointed before handing the money back to the corresponding boys.

“Then why do you say that?" Hoseok sighs, putting the hundred back in his wallet before tucking it in his back pocket.

“She’s dressed as a playboy bunny!! A sexy ass playboy bunny.” Jungkook whispers, “Please come on; you would fuck y/n in a garbage bag.” Yoongi says, before sending a signal to Eunbi to stop drinking, to which she only nods 'no', making Yoongi stand up and march her way.

“She would look good in anything—better without anything, actually.” Jungkook says as he sees you down, another shot making him shoot up his seat.

“No more alcohol for you, baby.” He takes the shot glass out of your hands, putting his arm around your waist to keep you stabilized. "Babyyy,” you pout, looking up at him, fisting his shirt, and pulling him closer to your face. 

“What princess?” He says softly, your faces almost touching each other; he can smell the alcohol. “I’m so drunk.” You slur with a goofy smile on your face, gripping onto his shoulders, raising your legs behind you, and reaching for your heel, making you stumble backwards just for Yoongi and Jungkook to stabilize you.

"Yeah, we’re leaving,” Yoongi says as he holds onto Eunbi, who’s slurring a bunch of nonsense, “but I don’t want to leave!" Eunbi whines as Yoongi chuckles as he drags her to the front door.

“We should leave too, then,” all the boys say, standing up and wishing everyone goodbye. “Let’s go, my love,” Taehyung tells Ari, who’s lying on the ground, her police officer outfit long gone, replaced with the big t-shirt you had handed her earlier.

"Nooo, I want to stay with y/n!” She gets picked up by Taehyung, who shushes her with a kiss. “You reek like alcohol,” he chuckles before giving Jungkook a head nod and walking out, Jimin and Namjoon following behind them, being the last ones out, the rest long gone.

Jungkook lays you on the couch, kneeling down, unstrapping your heels, and taking them off before kissing the top of your shin. Making you moan in relief.

“My feet hurt so bad!” You whine loudly before bringing your feet into your chest, making your skirt ride up, giving Jungkook a perfect view of your covered pussy. 

He wanted nothing to open your legs, put your panties aside, and eat you out at that moment, but one, you were drunk, and two, the stupid bet he made yesterday. So instead of doing all that, he stood up and made his way to the main door, locking it before making his way back to you, taking his dirty shirt off in the process.

“You are so hot... Could you maybe have my baby?” You pout, looking up at him, who’s hovering over you with a smile on his face. “You already had my baby, princess.” He chuckles at you, making grabby hands up at him.

“Then another one?” You slur with the goofiest smile on your face as he picks you up, your legs immediately wrapping around his torso as your arms wrap around his neck. “You would slap yourself if you heard yourself right now, baby.” He laughs as you snuggle your face into his neck. 

“If it’s a girl, what would we name her?” You slur your words as Jungkook starts making his way upstairs to your guy's room. “I don’t know, princess, do you know?” He asks you, taking one step at a time. 

“I like Nabi," you giggle. “I like Nabi.” Jungkook repeats after you, giving your puffed-out cheek a wet kiss. “And if it’s a boy, we can name it Junior.” Jungkook suggests entering your guys room.

“Ew no!” You shake your head, sticking your tongue out like you just ate something disgusting. “That’s offensive; you don’t like my name?” Jungkook puts you gently on the bed, crossing his arms in front of him, making his muscles flex as he watches you bite your lip while you look up to him.

“Of course I do. It’s just that’s the name I scream out when I’m getting railed. I don’t want my son to have that name." You shiver from the thought, leaving Jungkook speechless from your boldness.

“Y/n!” He chokes out, "What? I’m being honest!” You slur, trying to put your shirt over your head, only to get stuck with your hands up in the air. “Help me!" you whine.

Your husband laughs immediately, helping you take your shirt off before throwing it somewhere in the room. He watches you struggle to reach behind you to unclip your bra. 

“Turn around, baby; let me help.” He orders, and who are you to say no?

“Mkay,” you say, turning around and letting Jungkook unclip it with his hand, making your bra drop onto the bed. And with that, you fall face-first into the bed. "Yeah, no, get up. We need to brush your teeth and take your makeup off. Come on.” Jungkook picks up your frame as you whine loudly. 

As Jungkook drags you to your guy's shared bathroom in only your skirt, Jungkook sets you up on the sink, and you bring your knees up against you again, making Jungkook want to run into a wall.

Seeing you with your smudge eyeliner and mascara has his thoughts running wild. You are topless, and the tiniest skirt he has ever seen you wear has him imagining how he could bend you over, lift your skirt up, and fuck you raw.

He shakes his thoughts off, getting your light pink toothbrush and lathering it with toothpaste before passing it to you. You lazily brush your teeth with your eyes closed, making small sounds at random times as Jungkook brushes his teeth as well.

“I'm dizzy.. My head is spinning.” You giggle as toothpaste is still in your mouth before spitting it out. Jungkook makes a little bowl with his hand, putting his palm underneath the water and accumulating a good amount before bringing it into your mouth, which you then swish around your mouth before spitting it out into the sink.

“All done," you clap your hands, trying to get off the counter.

“You need to take your makeup off; where are your makeup wipes?” Jungkook asks as he goes through all your skincare and makeup.

“How the fuck do you know what a makeup wipe is?" You slur, your brows furrowing, as you wrap your arms around your legs and up your chest. “Baby what?” Jungkook laughs at your question, knowing he has taken off your makeup countless times before this one.

“I'm mad now.” You pout, pushing your husband's hands off your knees. "Baby, please, I have only taken your makeup off. I promise." Jungkook raises his pinky, which you only glare at.

“Did you fuck her in the legs-up position? Because that’s our position.” You slur once again, making Jungkook chuckle in front of you.

“Baby, trust me, I would not fuck anyone in any position that isn’t you,” he reassures as you stare at his pinky that’s still in the air. “Okay,” you pout in defeat, interlocking your pinky with his.

“You can’t be lying because that’s a pinky promise,” you warn. “Of course, baby,” he says, giving you a kiss on your forehead before opening the small packet. “Be gentle," you whine as you stare at your shirtless boyfriend, who takes a wipeout.

He only nods, holding your neck like a necklace to keep your head straight, and starts taking off your makeup. “I’m hungry,” you say as your eyes flutter closed.

“It’s three in the morning, princess; there's nothing open right now.” Jungkook smiles at your scrunched-up expression. “Did you eat all the cookies?" You peek your eye open. “Maybe..” Jungkook whispers, dropping the dirty wipe in the trash can beside him.

“What! You don’t even share with me anymore.” You mumble as Jungkook picks you up and makes his way to your shared bed, dropping you on it. “I share everything with you, baby,” he says as he undoes his pants to slide into bed with you.

You stare at your husband through your eyelashes as you struggle to take off your skirt. “Need help?” Jungkook chuckles under breath as his pants fall to the ground, leaving him in only a pair of black boxers, his print clearly visible.

"Mhm," you nod, biting your lip as you tilt your head to the side to get a better view in between his pants as he reaches for the zipper on your skirt, pulling it down. "Up, baby,” he orders. You do as he says and raise your bottom up, letting him pull your skirt off, leaving you in your thong.

Jungkook drops the skirt on the floor as he watches you lying on the bed with nothing but the black piece of clothing covering your center. His breath rises as he watches you reach between your legs and move your panties to the side, giving him a perfect view of you.

“I’m so wet, baby, help me,” you whine as you run a finger through your drenched slit. "Baby, I can’t,” he hushes as his dick twitches in his briefs. 

“I’m not that drunk anymore, I promise.” You mumble, giving your pussy a little slap. “Fuck,” you moan.

Jungkook very much wanted nothing but to slam into you in this exact moment, but did he really not have self-control when it came to you? He thought to himself.

"Please... if not, I’ll just fuck myself with my fingers.” You giggled, bringing your index and middle fingers up to your mouth, sucking and twirling your tongue on the tips, all while remaining eye contact with your husband, who’s fighting with himself whenever he wants to control himself or fuck you into the mattress.

But when Jungkook saw you insert a finger, he realized he didn’t have self-control when it came to you, and actually, he could give zero fucks about it, plus one thousand was nothing compared to you.

“Fuck it!” Jungkook grabbed a hold of your hands before pinning them up to your head, making you giggle loudly. “Hi.” You giggle as his face is just a few inches away from yours, and his eyes scan your face. “Hi.” He chuckles and smashes his lips against yours.

You moan softly as he wastes no time inserting his tongue into your mouth. His tongue glides along yours, making noise each time you part apart to breathe. Jungkook abandons your lips, moving to your neck, licking, sucking, and blowing.

“I want to eat you out,” he mumbles into your neck between sucking, leaving purplish red marks. He slowly makes his way down your body, all while remaining in eye contact with you. You use your elbows to prop yourself up, getting a clear view of your husband between your legs.

He chuckles, blowing a kiss to your clit making your hips buck forward, a choked moan leaves your mouth. “You’re dripping for me." He runs a finger through your puffy slit, spreading your arousal all over your pussy. 

You feel your wetness ooze down to your puckered hole and maybe even to the gray sheets underneath you. Jungkook tauntingly hovered over your aching center. “Please, fuck,” you buck your hips up again, making him pin you down.

Jungkook gives your cunt a long and slow lick, “shit.” You whine, your legs squeezing around his face, as he starts lapping on your clit, swirling and sucking. His saliva and your juices mixing together.

He pushes your legs up, spreading your pussy more for him. As he continues to suck harshly on your clit your fingers rake in his hair, pulling roughly whenever he would non-stop flick his tongue on your bud, making you shake. "Fuck, you’re going to make cum.” Your eyes roll back into your head.

Jungkooks cock is painfully hard in his briefs; he shifts from his position in hope to relieve some of the pressure, but it only twitches in return. Your husband brings his tattooed fingers in front of your face and says, "Suck.” He orders, and he doesn't have to ask twice.

You grab ahold of his hand and insert his three large fingers into your mouth, twirling your tongue on the tip and sucking like you would if you were on your knees in front of him.

A rush of blood rushes to his cock as he watches you suck on his fingers. You pop his fingers out of your mouth.

He tugs on your clit one last time before rubbing your sensitive bud slowly. You choke out a moan.

Jungkook inserts one of his finger pumping it in and out of your gummy walls, sending you back into the mattress. “Fuck yes,” you cry. He inserts a second finger, pumping them out quickly, curling them inside you, and hitting your spot each time. You grip tightly onto the sheet as you start to feel dizzy. “I’m coming, shit shit shit,” you cry out. You try to push Jungkook off you as he slides his fingers in and out of you repeatedly, with his tongue flicking your clit sending you over the edge.

Your mouth hangs open as your body shakes uncontrollably. Your pussy clenches around Jungkook's fingers. A rush of fluid squirts out of you, leaving you shaking and gasping for air.

“pretty.” Jungkook chuckles under his breath, giving your pussy a small slap and making you whine from the overstimulation.

Jungkook stands up, watching you squeeze your legs together with your eyes closed and chest heaving. “You good, baby?” He leans over, kissing your face over and over again until you peek your eyes open, and you giggle nonstop.

“Fuck!” You giggle, making Jungkook raise an eyebrow. “So good,” you giggle, “yeah?” He smirks, leaning in to give you a kiss.

“Mhm.” You nod, kissing him back. “Let me return the favor.” You reach for his huge hard on, squeezing.

“Let me just fuck you.” He whispers into your mouth as you giggle in response.

“Okay.” You nod. Jungkook slowly stands up from the bed as you watch him push down his briefs, letting his cock spring free. He grabs ahold of the base, giving it a squeeze, and runs his thumb along his aching red slit before walking closer to you. You bite your lip in anticipation, and you feel yourself getting wetter by the second.

He spits down, letting his saliva drip down onto his cock before giving it two pumps, “legs up. ” He taps your thigh for you to do as he says.

You giggle, pushing your legs up, giving your husband an amazing view of your drenched spread out, dripping core.

“Fuck,” he says, aligning himself with your hole and slapping his cock on your pussy multiple times. "Shit, ah,” you moan, digging your nails into your thighs.

Jungkook watches as you clench your pussy over nothing, making his cock twitch. He runs his length over your slit before sliding into you. “Oh shit.” You gasp, biting your lip harshly.

Jungkook has always been too big for you, always stretching you out deliciously every time you had sex. Your pussy always took him so well.

"Shit, shit, shit,” you say, closing your eyes as you feel the burn of him sliding deeper into you. “You can take it, baby.” He hushes, pushing in deeper, and he rubs your clit with his thumb, trying to ease you. 

You can feel him all the way into your belly as he finally is all the way in you. “You take me so well, fuck, baby.” Jungkook groans as you clench non-stop around him.

"Move, fuck, ah,” you cry. You didn’t have to ask twice, as he started sliding out of your hole before slamming back in. Your nails dig into your thighs, leaving marks as he continues to slide in and out of you repeatedly. 

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he slams roughly into you. His hands push your legs down to your chest as he fucks into you, his cock spreading your walls and his tip hitting your g-spot with each thrust.

Jungkook watches his cock disappear into your messy wet cunt; he watches how you spasm every time he pounds into you; your pussy squirts every time he pulls out; but he doesn’t stop; he continues to slam back in.

Tears stream down your face from the immense pleasure in your core as you reach between your legs, rubbing your clit furiously. “Such a good fucking girl, taking my cock so well.” Jungkook says between gritted teeth, as you only reply with a moan.

“Look at you squirting all over my cock.” He pulls out, spurs of liquid come rushing out of you, and your legs shake as your pussy convulses from each spurt. “Ahh fuck.” You moan as Jungkook rubs your pussy; your hands reach for his, trying to push him away, but failing as you orgasm with a long, loud moan.

“Good girl.” He groans.

“I can't... fuck,” you choke out, trying to catch your breath. "Yes, you can." Jungkook flips you over to your stomach. “Ass up.” He demands giving your ass a spank. 

You bring your ass up in the air, leaving your upper body laying on the bed totally spent. “Fuck pussy, so messy." Jungkook runs his cock through your pussy before sliding back in.

"Shit, this angle fucks me up,” he groans, getting ahold of your waist and squeezing roughly, probably leaving marks, as he slams into you. You dig your head into the mattress, biting onto the sheets, silencing your screams. The wet sound of him pounding into you and your screams are the only things being heard in the room.

“You love being fucked like this, huh?” He moans, pounding into you from behind. You don’t reply. 

He pulls out and pulls your hair up. “Answer me. You love being fucked like this, huh?” He whispers into your ear, your back arched against him.

“Yes.” You cry, and tears stream down your face. “Yes what? Baby.” He chuckles from your disheveled state, “I love being fucked like this.” You stutter over your words; the only thing your brain can comprehend is that you wanted to come again for the third time.

And with that, he lets you go. As you fall back down onto the bed, Jungkook spreads your ass cheeks, watching your pussy and asshole clench over nothing. “Spread open.” He orders you.

Jungkook watches how you do as he says and spread yourself open for him. He takes the base of his cock and aligns himself with your other hole. He rubs over some of your arousal to your asshole, inserting the tip of his cock before pushing the rest of his length inside you, “Fuckk.” You moan loudly, "Relax, baby.” He groans loudly at how tight it is.

This is not the first time Jungkook has fucked your ass, but the stretch of his cock always feels like the first time. He stays for a few moments, still waiting for you to adjust. "Go," you whimper. A green light for him to thrust.

He spreads you open more, watching his cock slip out of your hole before thrusting back in slowly. You moan under him, and you reach under him, rubbing your clit softly as tears run down your cheeks.

“Such a good fucking girl.” Jungkook moans, squeezing your ass and restraining himself from pounding into you at that very moment.

You insert two of your fingers into your pussy, sliding them in and out as Jungkook slides his cock into your ass. "Faster, please,” you whine, fucking your fingers into you as Jungkook speeds up his movements.

Your legs shake barely holding up as he pounds into roughly moaning loudly each time you clench, “You fucking like that?” He chokes out each slam he thrusts into you. “Keep taking it, baby.” His balls slam into your pussy, which each push.

“Fuck so good.” He moans, not stopping his movements. Both of you are sweating as you bite down on the gray sheets, feeling your pussy spasms with liquid with each thrust. “I’m coming.” You shriek,

“Go ahead, baby.” Jungkook's eyes roll to the back of his head, watching you shake underneath him. His body locks up, and black and white spots fill his vision as his dick twitches in you before spilling his seed into you with a loud groan.

“Oh fuck.” Jungkook pants as he slides out of your ass, his come oozing out of you. You fall onto the bed, your legs shaking uncontrollably as you whimper softly from the outstanding orgasm you just went through.

"Fuck, are you okay, baby?” Jungkook makes his way to you, flipping you over to be able to see your face. You whimper softly with your hands covering your face. "Shit, baby, did I hurt you?” He panics, shooting straight up and taking your hands off your face.

He sees the tears streaming down your face, and that sends a blow to his heart. "Baby, where does it hurt?” He scans your body and tries to soothe your shaking legs, rubbing his palms up and down your thighs.

“I’m okay.” You whimper between cries. 

“Then why are you crying, my love?” He pulls you up into a sitting position before kissing your tear-stained cheeks. "felt so good.” You cry. A wave of relief hits Jungkook. "Baby," he chuckles, giving you kisses all over your face.

“I won’t be able to walk tomorrow.” You cry as he laughs softly while standing up, finding his briefs on the ground before stepping into them. He goes into your guys' shared closet looking for a pair of underwear for you and one of his shirts.

"Here, baby, let me help you.” He makes his way to you; he sits beside you as he helps you put on your panties and his shirt.

“Do you need anything?” Jungkook asks, putting your hair behind your ear. “No, I'm super tired; I want to cuddle.” You say snuggling under the covers with a big smile on your face, and Jungkook follows in beside you.

…

The next morning, Jungkook called in for an emergency meeting as he was waiting for the boys to come in. Taehyung arrives first with a guilty expression on his face, and before Jungkook could ask what’s up, Hoseok and Namjoon come striding in. And not long after all the boys started striding in.

“So..” Jungkook starts, “I fucked up.” And with that, he drops a thousand on the table in front of the boys. Nobody moves, and nobody says anything until,

"Oh, thank God, and I thought it was going to be just me." Taehyung drops a wad of cash, with the rest of the boys following along, dropping cash on the table.

“Are you fucking serious!?” Namjoon stares at his friends with his jaw wide open. “Am I the only one who took this seriously?” Namjoon shook his head at his friends.

“Honestly, I don't regret it at all.” Jungkook shrugs.

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[kithtaehyung]

and f*ck you, too (m) (teaser) | pjm

title: and f*ck you, too (m) (teaser) pairing: fuckboy assassin!jimin x assassin!reader(f) rating/genre: m (18+) ; angst , smut ; work rivals!au, assassins!au, enemies with benefits  summary: you despise each other. and yet, you can’t seem to stay away. which is fine, since both of you are completely fine walking the line where it’s drawn. fic warnings: (smut warnings under the cut) language, violence, angst, blood/wounds (reader’s, jimin’s, and others’), cocky!jimin, cold!jimin, baddie!reader >:)), weapons: knives/guns, alcohol/drug mentions, reader has fast cars :))), ties to chairs, chains but who is shocked??, jimin has fast motorcycles🙄, angst, yoongi as a weapons specialist gets his own warning a ha ha, jimin looks too good in tanks, and without a shirt at all, this jimin is a warning in itself, did i mention angst? note: lmfaooooooo this is just assassins getting in each others’ ways with a generous splash of filth and a side of angst :)) WE ARE GETTING A PROPER JIMIN FIC, Y'ALL!! est. word count: 15-20k | teaser wc: 908 est. drop date: oct 2023 18+ taglist: sign up here (i check all blogs)

smut warnings: explicit scenes, biting, bondage (ropes, pillowcase), scratching, angst, slapping, hickies, body worship, piercing play, spit play, orgasm denial, pussy spanking, voyeurism, exhibitionism, face riding, slut/whore mentions, edging, oral (m/f rec), thigh riding, possessive but they won’t admit it</3, choking, angry sex, angst lol, hair/head pulling, protected/unprotected sex, praise kinks galore, easy access, cowgirl, hitting from the back, rough sex, spanking, teasing, creampie, chains (stay on!!!!), multiple orgasms, aftercare when it’s least expected👀 

Glass. 

Bullet casings.

So much broken glass.

As you listen in the scattered silence, you’re careful to skirt around the tiny shards making an ocean out of your villa.

Well. It’s now more of a wreckage than a beautiful seaside vacation home, but nuances mean nothing when you’ve only used it to store an eighth of your arsenal.

And your fucking pink McLaren that’s now face down in the nearest reef.

You are going to end this man. 

“Come out, my love…” 

Fuck him for double-crossing right when you were getting along.

At least, you felt like you were.

Maybe it was just a lapse in judgment, and the last goddamn mistake you’ll ever make around Park Jimin—assassin, playboy, sole occupant of the top of your hit list.

“Your target’s on the run, you know.”

Of course you’re fucking aware. But he won’t trick you a second time.

As soon as he gets a clear shot, he’s taking it.

And despite rivulets of sweat and blood running down your arm and a fresh gash on your upper chest, you are poised to do the exact same.

“Shouldn’t you be following them? Awhh, wait, your ride… What a shame.”

The gritting of your teeth almost gives you away. 

Think.

Based on where you hear Jimin and the layout of your place, he’s somewhere around the foyer. 

And hiding in an open hall next to your kitchen, there’s no way you can get him from where you’re poised.

So wait.

“What to do… Ah! I can call a taxi to pick you up! How does that sound?”

Wait, goddamn it. 

Don’t fall for his shit.

Watch for any dark waves in the debris-riddled floor. Hold off until he’s in a good sight line. 

Fuck, your wounds hurt. 

Hot exhaustion warms your mouth as you wince, blood starting to harden along your slick skin.

“Or you can just let them get away. This would be Chance Zero, though, so. You’d end up getting a geo-bounty on your file… but it’s your decision!”

Breathe.

Geo-bounties aren’t too bad if they’re low. 

Only when they evolve into Global status should you be worried. And that only happens if the Council deems it. 

You’ve stayed on their good side… other than screwing up the missions Park Jimin has ruined. 

“Come on, love.”

He sounds closer.

“Be a good girl.”

A lot closer.

Now you just have to wait until he… rounds the… corner.

…What happened?

Where the fuck did he—

Your body reacts before your mind does, ducking to avoid a strike into hard spackle. 

Twisting, your forearm prevents the next swipe of Jimin’s blade as you retrieve your side dagger, and four boots trample the glass below in a violent dance of combat.

Above below swipe left dodge right parry parry lunge parry.

When you aim at his chest, your gun is quickly shoved, bullet firing into one of the last kitchen cabinets left standing.

And your opponent has the nerve to look appalled.

“You were gonna shoot me?”

All you do is tsk.

Clashes ring out again as you dart forward, and you go for a opening while mapping out how the hell you’re gonna catch up to your target before—

Fucking hell! 

Chilling pain sears across your shoulder from the cut Jimin makes, and you half-stumble, half-crouch to avoid his killing blow. 

Taking the risk and rolling across your favorite broken vase, you slide and fire again, the kickback hurting your arms like a bastard. 

“Fuck!”

Finally.

Through slitted eyes, you can tell you just grazed Jimin’s thigh, and he collapses to a knee while you struggle to stand upright. 

Crinkles of glass echo throughout the hall as you both haphazardly collect yourselves, with him breathing hard and you grunting through stinging pain.

Shit, he’s cursing like you’ve never heard before. 

But you can’t let that distract you from your goal. 

Up first, you aim your weapon just in time to face his expression.

Those wide eyes.

You have the perfect shot.

And yet…

You hesitate.

Time bends as you vascillate between decisions, your moral compass going haywire and refusing to align with any direction. Electricity fizzes and pops while another patch of your ceiling falls, but neither of you move.

Spare him. End it. Kiss him. Finish the kill.

Your heart squeezes the trigger.

And you fire at the light fixture above him before fast limping out to your garage. 

Curses ring in the falling shards while you make your getaway, fingerpainting the walls with swift red strokes.

Get there get there get there. 

Jimin won’t be far behind.

Ripping open the back door, you grit through the pain while swinging a heavy hand onto a glowing pad. 

After the blooming beeps, you swipe in a password before hitting Floor, and find ponderous support on the door while you wait.

Breathe. Breathe. Holy shit, everything hurts. Breathe.

At your feet, the solid garage foundation slides open to reveal a car rising on a platform. 

The other McLaren that Jimin didn’t launch off the nearest cliff.

Lamenting the leather interior already, you drag yourself to the drivers side with a series of groans, swiping a roll of wrappings and a couple gun magazines from a counter along the way. 

Run run run.

He’s probably right behind.

In seconds, you’re zooming out of the driveway.  

And with a bruised as fuck heart, you blast holes in Jimin’s motorcycle wheels for good measure.

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[i-am-baechu]

・Title: Bad Boy

・Paring: Playboy! Yoongi x Namjoon’s little sister! Reader

・ Summary: Yoongi has been best friends with Namjoon since he was seven. He knew his little sister was always off limits but Yoongi never followed the rules.

・ Rating: Explicit (18+) 

・ Genre: Playboy! Yoongi, bad boy! Yoongi, best friend's little sister! reader, college! au, music major! Yoongi, Biology major! reader, fluff, romance, smut, and angst

・Playlist - Dandelions - Ruth B. and Heart like yours - Willamette Stone

・Authors Note: I worked so late yesterday that I didn't have time to post this or even finalize it. I really like how this turned out and it's kinda different for me. I hope you guys like it : )

“I guess sometimes you have to lie to find the truth...” – Scott Westerfeld....

She gasped breathlessly and gripped the black sheets in pleasure, “Yoongi! Please-Oh!” He plunged a finger deep inside of her after teasing her clit with his tongue for what seemed like hours. 

“Whiney little slut.” He spat as he smacked her thigh roughly and made his way back to her clit. 

“Another one!~” Her pleading echoed through the dark room and her fingers were tangled in his long dark locks. He chuckled softly and added another finger, pulling his tongue off of her clit to replace it with his thumb. He glanced outside of his window for a quick second to see the moon shining so bright against his pale skin. He should be used to the brightness of the moon but he isn’t. 

“Come for me. Hurry up, slut.” 

She glanced down at Yoongi and couldn’t stop herself from moaning when she saw his smirk. She arched her back and he felt her clenching around his fingers. Yoongi kept pumping his fingers and leaned down to lick at her clit. Before they could continue, Yoongi’s phone started ringing. He rolled his eyes and got off the bed leaving his hook up in a daze. He picked up his phone in annoyance, “What?” 

“Dude, where are you? We have that project due at midnight.”

Yoongi cursed under his breath and glanced at the girl on his bed. She was still in a daze and glanced back down at the floor, “Alright, I’ll be there in ten minutes.” 

“You fucking better be.” 

Yoongi picked up his shirt off the floor and put it on. He picked up the girl's dress and tossed it to her causing her to snap out of her daze, “Are you leaving?”

“What does it look like?” 

The girl scoffed and shook her head, “After fucking me, you're just going to leave me?” 

“That was the plan. You can have water from the fridge and make sure you lock the door when you leave.” 

Yoongi picked up his motorcycle keys and waved at the girl who was looking at him with a shocked expression. He was down the hallway when he heard the girl yell, “Min Yoongi! You are the worst man on this planet and I hope you get what's coming to you!” 

Yoongi chuckled at that and put his boots on, “Not the first time I heard that one.” 

Yoongi left his apartment, well it wasn’t really his apartment. It was his dad’s property that he used once in a while. That was the benefit of having a rich dad who felt bad for neglecting you. He always wanted to try with him and Yoongi wasn’t going to ignore the gifts or benefits. He put his helmet on and drove to Namjoon’s apartment. 

Yoongi met Namjoon by accident during grade school. They were partnered up for a poetry project and since then the two have been together. Namjoon had always understood Yoongi, regardless of how rough around the edges he was. Namjoon understood him. Namjoon was the first person he came to when his parents were getting divorced and he was the first person he went to when he got accepted to his dream college. Best friends forever they said. 

The drive there was quick and he was welcomed with the familiar smell of lavender when he closed the door. Namjoon always liked the smell of lavender. He said it calmed him down and it had benefits. Some shit like that. Yoongi placed his helmet on the table towards the front as he took off his jacket. He cracked his neck when he felt a presence.

He turned his head and saw Y/N standing there holding a tray of sweets. Y/N was three years younger than Namjoon and four years his junior. He saw her as a piece of glass. She was so sharp but one push and boom shattered. They didn’t really talk that much because she was always busy with her friends or school. He also didn’t know what to say to her. Like at this moment. 

She gave him a small smile and glanced down at the tray, “I got some pastries for your study session. I also started the coffee machine, you should have some soon. Hopefully.”  

Yoongi nodded his head and put his hair in a small ponytail, “Thanks Y/N.” 

He glanced at her and saw that she was in a simple white loungewear set with matching slippers. Her hair was braided and out of her face giving him the perfect view of her eyes. When they were younger, her eyes were like a doe. So wide and filled with hope. Now that she was older they matured with the sparkle of hope that never truly left her. Hoping that life wouldn’t hurt her and everything would turn out right for her. She had all the tools to make that happen and Yoongi knew this. 

Y/N glanced over her shoulder and then back at him, “Namjoon is waiting. He’s grumpy today, be patient with him.”

“Is it because of his girl?” 

“Heejin-unnie? Did they get into a fight?”

Yoongi let out a small chuckle and realized that Y/N had no idea about her brother’s love life, “I guess you can say that.” 

Y/N tilted her head at him, “Should I be worried? I just want to make sure he’s alright.”

Yoongi shook his head at this and put his hands in his pants pocket, “He’s alright. He’s a big boy.” 

Y/N nodded her head and smiled at him, “Plus, he has you in his life. Come in before Namjoon gets angrier.” 

Yoongi wanted to ask her what she meant by that but she walked away from him. There were moments where Yoongi found himself wanting to talk to her but he always stopped himself. She was always there but instead of being a wallflower, he saw her as the charming painting that could brighten up any house. Only a few can understand art and he was glad he could. 

He sighed to himself and walked into the living room to see Namjoon with his papers all over the place. His laptop shines bright against his face and the multiple energy drink cans can cause any doctor to write a note. Yoongi sighed and shook his head at his friend, “Dude, are you good?”

Namjoon looked up from his laptop and glared at him, “I told you to be here an hour ago! You were just sleeping with some random chick again, right?” 

“I lost track of time.” He glanced up and saw Y/N standing by the doorway with a frown on her face. A frown on her face didn’t look right, he wanted to see her smiling with her eyes sparkling. He bit his lip and looked away from her, again what would he say to her? 

“Of course, you lost track...sorry, I’m just stressed with this project and-”

“Heejin.”

Namjoon sighed and nodded his head, “Yeah, let’s just focus on the project.” 

Yoongi nodded his head and sat on the ground next to Namjoon. He glanced into the kitchen to see Y/N pouring coffee into a mug. He watched her push some hair back and he smiled to himself when he saw her pearl earring shining away. It matched her perfectly. She brought two mugs out and placed them on the table. She smiled at Yoongi and pushed the mug towards him, “Just like how you like it.” 

“Americano?”

“Of course, well...I added something to it. It’s my favorite sweetener. I hope you like it.”

Yoongi picked up the cup and brought it up to his lips. The dark liquid went down his throat and the taste of brown sugar became the main focus. It was good, it wasn’t too sweet. It was perfect. Of course, she liked brown sugar, it made sense for her. He put the mug down and saw her looking at him in anticipation. He held back a chuckle and nodded his head, “It’s good.” 

She smiled and looked at her brother, “Make sure you drink your coffee. Don’t stay up too late.”  

“I won’t Y/N. Go get some sleep, you have that test in the morning.” 

She nodded her head and she looked at Yoongi, “Goodnight.” 

Yoongi took another sip and nodded his head at her, “Goodnight.” 

He watched her leave the living room and before she went up the stairs, she glanced at him. She waved at him but he didn’t return it. He just smiled at her and he hoped that was enough for her. He listened to her footsteps until he heard her door closed. He could easily map out her room, he's always at Namjoon’s apartment. 

He turned towards Namjoon who was typing away and he sighed, “Dude, we just needed one more part. Why are you so stressed?” 

“I wanted to add more things.”

Yoongi raised his eyebrow at this and shook his head, “Professor Lee said it was perfect, what more can you do?”

“Make it more perfect, start reading.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes at this, It’s going to be a long night.

His eyes fluttered open when the smell of cinnamon hit his nose. He let out a low groan and rubbed his eyes. He sat up and realized he fell asleep on the floor. He glanced at the couch to see Namjoon snoring with the book covering his face. He took his phone off the charger and saw it was seven in the morning. He let out another groan but his eyes landed on the kitchen. 

Y/N had her hair up in a ponytail pouring oatmeal into a bowl. He saw the soft cotton cream sweater dress that made her look so small. He slowly got up and walked towards the kitchen. He leaned against the door frame and saw her washing the dishes she used. He couldn’t help but look her up and down. This was different though. He wasn’t looking at her as a quick hook-up, he was admiring the beautiful person that he had known his whole life. 

“Good morning Yoongi. I made you a bowl of oatmeal.” 

He quickly snapped out of his stare and gave her an awkward smile, “Thanks.” He walked into the kitchen to see the bowl of oatmeal with berries and cinnamon on top. He glanced next to the bow to see a tangerine and let out a small laugh, “Is that for you?”

“No, it’s for you. I know it's your favorite.” 

“Thanks, Y/N.”

“No problem...I’m sorry I woke you up.”

He turned towards her to see her leaning against the sink with a frown. He shook his head as he started to peel the tangerine, “No, I woke up because my ass was hurting from the floor.”

She let out a small laugh and shook her head, “Did you guys finish the project?” 

“Yeah, but Namjoon wanted to do extra credit.” This is the most I’ve spoken to her in a while...

“Of course he did.”

Yoongi took a slice of the tangerine and handed it towards her, “Here.” 

She glanced at the slice and then back at him, “Thank you...I have to go to class.”

He nodded his head and placed the tangerine in her hand. He felt the softness of her palm and the faint lines. It was a feeling he wasn’t used to but he liked it. Y/N took the tangerine and placed it in her mouth. She let out a small laugh and smiled, “It’s kinda sour. Bye, Yoongi.”

She waved at Yoongi and headed towards the door with Yoongi watching her. He saw the way her hair bounced with each step she took and saw a big white scrunchie holding her hair. He continued to watch her until the wall made her disappear and he heard the door closed. He sighed and leaned against the counter staring at the ceiling, Fuck. 

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“Happy birthday, Y/N.”

She smiled at Yoongi and accepted the present. It was Y/N’s birthday party and she invited all her friends over (which wasn’t a lot). Yoongi was kind of shocked that he was invited but then he remembered he was her brother’s best friend. It made sense for him to be there. Every year Namjoon tried making Y/N’s birthday bigger, it was the least he could do since it was just them. Ever since their parents passed away, Namjoon tried his best to make everything perfect for her. 

She glanced down at the present and then back at him, “Thank you. Can I have a guess?” 

“No, that’s why you open it.” 

She rolled her eyes at him and set the box on the table with the other ones, “Thank you, do you want some cake or-”

“Y/N, it’s your birthday. You don’t have to serve me anything.” 

“But I want to...especially if it's you.” 

They stared at each other until she broke it. Glancing down at the floor and he was glad she broke it. He didn’t know what he would do if she continued to look at him like that. She looked back at him and went to say something but Namjoon entered the room.

“Neh, Y/N. Your friends want to do shots.”

Y/N nodded her head but she didn’t break her gaze. Yoongi let out a small cough and glanced down at his shoes, “Namjoon, you got beer?”

“Of course I do. Y/N likes those fruity drinks.”

Y/N scoffed and turned towards her brother, “You know, you drink them too.”

“Rarely.”

She rolled her eyes and went towards the kitchen while Namjoon laughed at her. Namjoon gave a bro hug to Yoongi and gave him a smile, “Thanks for coming over.”

“No problem. It’s wild that she’s twenty-four.”

Namjoon glanced over his shoulder and smiled seeing his sister laughing loudly with her friends, “Don’t remind me. What did you get her?” 

“It’s not for you. Why would I tell you?”

“So fucking annoying. Let’s get some beer.” 

They walked into the backyard and picked some beer out of the cooler. They sat in the chairs and stared at the sky together. Namjoon took a sip and sighed, “It’s been six years since our parents passed.” 

Yoongi nodded his head and watched the stars twinkling, “They’re always here. They would be proud of you.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah, studying to become a doctor and taking care of his little sister. Who wouldn’t be proud?”

Namjoon let out a small chuckle and shrugged his shoulders. He placed the beer next to him and looked at the sky, “Sometimes I wonder if I made the right decisions…but then I see Y/N smiling..and it makes the questions fade away.”

Yoongi smiled at this and glanced at Namjoon, “She loves you. You're her everything.”

“I wouldn’t say everything…”

The back door opened and they turned around to see Y/N with a wide smile. She walked towards Yoongi and leaned down, placing a kiss on his cheek, “I love it…thank you.”

“Yeah…”

She ran back in and he watched with a smile on his face. Namjoon raised his eyebrow and glanced at Yoongi, “What did you get her?”

“A mini vinyl player with her favorite songs.”

“Damn, that's a good gift. I just got her that biology book she wanted.” 

“I knew she liked music...I didn’t want to get her something that was school-related so...yeah.”  

It was later that night and everyone went home while Yoongi was crashing on the couch. He went up the stairs to go to the bathroom but before he entered he heard a soft melody. He glanced at Y/N’s door to see the door cracked open. He slowly walked towards the door and smiled at the sight before him. Y/N fell asleep with the mini vinyl playing the familiar melody. He quietly walked into her room and glanced down at her face. 

The moon was highlighting her features and her hair framed her face perfectly. Sure, she had drool on her chin but Yoongi didn’t care. It was Y/N, that's what matters. He pulled the blanket up to cover her but he felt a hand on his wrist. He slowly looked up to see Y/N giving him a sleepy smile, “Hey...”

He let out a small cough and nodded his head, “Hey...”

“I really liked your gift, it was my favorite...thank you.”

“I’m glad you liked it. Did you have a good birthday?” 

She snuggled closer to her pillow and let out a small groan, “I did...You made it better you know.”

He raised his eyebrow and looked at her, “How?” 

“Secret.”

He chuckled and carefully picked up the mini vinyl player. He placed it on her desk and turned back to see her eyes closed. He smiled to himself and pushed some hair back, “Happy birthday, Y/N.” 

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Yoongi sat in the club with all his friends around him. Namjoon just recently went on a break from his girl and Jungkook just wanted to go out. It was a great excuse to go out. It’s been a week since he spoke to Y/N. Sure he’s seen her around campus but he didn’t speak to her. He wanted to, but it was awkward for him to do so. 

He smashed his cigarette in the ashtray and leaned back against the dark purple couch. He cracked his neck and watched Jungkook flirt with a senior girl and Taehyung doing shots with a group of people. This is how the night usually goes. Yoongi stood up and leaned towards Hoseok, “I’m going to the bathroom, watch Namjoon real quick.” 

“He’ll be fine-”

“He’s getting drunk. Watch him.” 

“Okay.”

Yoongi walked away with his hands in his pockets. He looked around and saw everyone getting drunk. He was sure someone was fucking on the dance floor. He went into the hallway to the bathroom but stopped when he heard a familiar voice. The need to go to the bathroom left him and pure anger took over.

“Jun, leave me alone.” 

“I want you, Y/N. If we fucked once we can fucked again.” 

Yoongi’s eyebrows furrowed and walked towards the exit to see Y/N hugging herself. Clearly looking uncomfortable. Yoongi glared and walked towards them with anger in each step. He pushed Jun and stood in front of Y/N, “She said leave. You better leave.”

Jun looked at Yoongi with wide eyes, “Yo-Yoongi!?”

“Yeah, you know my name. Now get the fuck out before I force you. Leave.”

Jun glanced at Y/N and then back at Yoongi, “Fine, this isn’t over yet, Y/N.” 

Yoongi watched him leave and he sighed. He turned around to see Y/N avoiding his eyes, “Are you alright, Y/N?” She nodded her head and rubbed her arm in a nervous manner. Yoongi sighed and brought her into a tight hug as he rubbed her back, “It’s okay. I’ll protect you.”

“I’m sorry...”

“Don’t be sorry, it's his fault. What are you doing here?”

Yoongi let her go and Y/N leaned against the wall with a frown, “Isabella broke up with her boyfriend...we decided to come here to cheer her up.” 

Yoongi nodded his head and looked around, “Do you want to go home or stay?”

“I would like to go home...I was going to call a-”

“I’m taking you home. I want to make sure you get home safely.”

Y/N looked up and gave him a small smile, “Thank you Yoongi...let me get my things real quick.”

“Do you want me to go with you?” 

“No, I’ll be fine. It’s literally right there, it won’t be long.”

“I’ll be waiting here for you.” 

He watched her walk away and he noticed the simple short black dress she was in. It showed off her figure perfectly and he couldn’t help himself from biting his lip. He quickly looked away and shook his head, disappointed in himself that he looked at Y/N like that. Especially what just happened. He wasn’t better than that guy. 

“Yoongi are you alright?”

He looked back to see Y/N with worry in her eyes, “I was just thinking...”

“Thinking is dangerous.” 

“I should know. Are you ready?”

She nodded her head and walked towards him with this soft aura around her, “Thank you for doing this.” 

“No problem.” 

The two walked in the night with stars and street lights guiding their way. The leaves underneath them remember their footwear and the wind pushing them forward. He glanced to his side to see her shivering a bit. He quickly took off his jacket and tapped her arm, “Take it.” 

She glanced at the leather jacket and then at his face, “You’ll get cold though.”

“I’ll be fine. You won’t though.” 

She let out a small laugh and shook her head, “Very confident, Yoongi.” 

“Have to be.” Especially around you.

He gently draped his jacket around her shoulders and he watched her snuggle into it, “It’s very warm. A good contrast from this cold.” 

“It’s fall. What did you expect?” 

“Touchee.” 

The two continued to walk on the sidewalk and the winds kept pushing him towards her. He stood his ground against it but that didn’t stop him from glancing at her. They stopped when he was in front of his car and he opened the door for her, “Here.”

“Yoongi, thank you again for this.” 

“Stop saying thank you, it's weird.” 

She shrugged her shoulders and entered his car but Yoongi placed his hand on top of her head to make sure she didn’t hit it. She glanced at him but he ignored it. He closed the door and let out a deep sigh with his eyes closed before he headed to his side. He started the car and the drive was filled with stolen glances. 

During the halfway point, curiosity killed the cat, “So...why was that Jun dude bothering you?” 

She glanced away from the window to give him her full attention, “I slept with him once and I said never again.”

“Was he that bad?”

She rolled her eyes and shook her head, “No, I just felt lonely and it wasn’t right to do that to someone. Even if they're horrible like Jun.”

“You're too nice.” 

“You’re not the first person that told me that. Why were you at the club?” 

He wasn’t sure if he should outed Namjoon so he just shrugged his shoulders, “It was a Saturday. Nothing else to do.” 

She nodded her head and glanced back out the window, “You go to the club often?” 

“Eh...it depends.” 

“That doesn’t sound fun...then again that’s just me.” 

It’s not fun but I do it because I’m lonely too...

He stopped the car in front of the familiar yellow paint and unlocked the doors, “There you are.”

She smiled and handed him back his jacket, “I appreciate this...don’t tell Namjoon what happened tonight?” 

“Sure.”

She got out of the car and he followed. He leaned against his door and watched her go up to the door. She glanced over her shoulder and he thought it was funny to see her confused, “Why are you still here?” 

“I want to make sure you get in.”

She stared at him for a second longer and it made him feel warm but he pushed it down. She unlocked the door and turned towards him. He waved at him and they didn't break eye contact until she closed the door. He ran his fingers through his hair and took out a cigarette. He watched the smoke go up into the dark sky to touch the stars. He wondered if the stars understood his feelings at this moment. He watched one of the stars twinkle and he shook his head looking down at the pavement. That would be a yes. The next step was just going home and that’s when the sky decided to cry. 

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“Yoongi, why did you do it?” 

Yoongi didn’t say anything and continued to watch Y/N patching his hands as he sat on the nurse's bed. Y/N was annoyed with Yoongi and it was clear to him. Yoongi hated that she was annoyed with him but this was different. Yoongi hissed in pain and he watched her roll her eyes, “Y/N-”

“No, Yoongi. Why do you put yourself in harm's way all the time?” 

An hour ago 

Yoongi and Namjoon were walking to their class. It was a simple day, art and music. Yoongi’s favorite classes. Seokjin came out of nowhere and was out of breath looking at them with wide eyes. Yoongi glanced at him and then at Namjoon with a confused face, “Dude are you good?” 

“Y/N needs help.” 

Yoongi’s eyes widened at this and he dropped his bag in a rush, “Where?” 

“Lunch-”

Yoongi didn’t let him finish his sentence and he ran towards the lunch court. He felt eyes on him but they didn’t matter. He slammed open the door and ran towards the group of people in the middle of the room. He pushed people out of the way to see Jun yelling at Y/N who was frightened. He didn’t even know why Jun was yelling at her but he didn’t care. Y/N was scared. That’s all he saw. 

He pushed Jun to the floor and he started to punch Jun with all his strength. All his anger came forward and Jun was going to regret it, “I told you to stay away from her!” He kept at it until he felt a soft touch on his shoulder. He stopped and slowly turned around to see Y/N with tears going down her face. He shot up and went straight towards her, “Y/N are you okay?” 

She didn’t say anything and slowly picked his hand up to analyze them. She frowned, “You’re hurt...let me fix you up.” 

She grabbed his wrist and walked out of the lunch court with pure silence following them. The silence was killing Yoongi. He was so used to hearing her voice lately that the silence was hurting him now. He would do anything to hear her voice, mad or happy. 

“Yoongi, why did you do it?” 

Yoongi didn’t say anything and continued to watch Y/N patching his hands as he sat on the nurse's bed. Y/N was annoyed with Yoongi and it was clear to him. Yoongi hated that she was annoyed with him but this was different. Yoongi hissed in pain and he watched her roll her eyes, “Y/N-”

“No, Yoongi. Why do you put yourself in harm's way all the time?”

Yoongi shrugged his shoulders and looked away from her gaze. She shook her head at this and put the final bandage on his finger, “People care about you-”

“I don’t care about what others think.”

She looked up and stared into his eyes (it felt like he could melt from the intensity), “Fine. I care about you Yoongi. Every time I hear you got into a fight, I worry for you. You have to know I care about you.”

“Y/N-”

“Yoongi, I care about you so much...can’t you believe me? I care about you.” Yoongi had heard his father say he cared about him shit, he heard Namjoon say it to him but this right here was different. The way that she was looking at him was something he had never experienced before. She reached over to cup his face and he flinched a little at the sudden touch. He glanced at her hands and then at her face with a confused look. She licked her lips and took a deep breath. She leaned forward to take his face into her hands and she closed her eyes, gently kissing him. 

His mind went blank at her lips. He stood there unresponsive staring at her face now that she was so close. It was clear that she wasn’t giving up because she stayed kissing his lips. After a moment to comprehend, he closed his eyes and started kissing back. 

Her hands brushed along his biceps and she wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him closer. He groaned at the feeling and of having her pressed against him. He slowly brought her down on her back with the soft white cotton giving her comfort. He rolled on top of her and he didn’t want this moment to end. Without thinking he brushed his tongue against her lips and he felt her smile. She opened her mouth to let him roam around her mouth as she brought her hands against his chest and he started to kiss his neck, “Yoongi...” 

He loved this feeling but deep down he knew this was wrong. This was Namjoon’s little sister. His everything and he was clear that she was off limits. He couldn’t love her. How could a heart like hers like him? This couldn’t happen...she deserved better. 

“Shit.” He pulled away, getting off of her. As he sat on the edge of the bed with his jaw tense. She frowned at this and sat up with a worried expression, “Yoongi? Are you okay?”

The door opened and Y/N stood up quickly to see Namjoon coming in with a cold soda in his hand. He glanced at Yoongi and frowned, “Dude, you alright? I heard you were fighting Jun...he deserved it.” 

Yoongi looked up at Namjoon and stayed silent. He didn’t know what to say to him. He was just kissing his little sister. How could he do that? He felt his hand being pried open and felt two small objects in his palm. He glanced down to see two motrin. He looked up to see Y/N giving him a small smile, “That should help. I’m going to the library, get better.”  

He watches her give him a final smile and gives Namjoon a small rub of a shoulder. He looked away and listened to the door closing. Namjoon looked down at his hands and shook his head, “Did Y/N patch you up?”

“Yeah...”

“Thank you for beating the crap out of him. No one messes with my sister and gets away from it.” 

“Yeah...” 

That night Yoongi found himself at the club alone with a whiskey in his hand. His mind kept going back to the kiss. That kiss made his heart beat so fast and his pale skin turned red. It made him feel and he knew having feelings, especially these ones are only trouble. He chugged his whiskey and ran his fingers through his hair roughly. The dim lights of the club helped his hazed out mind but he knew it wasn’t enough. 

He felt a touch on his arm and he glanced to see a girl looking at him. It was a look he was used to and he knew it would help him right now, “Hey Yoongi.”

“Hey....” 

She leaned towards him and the smell of alcohol made him want to get sick. She gave him a smile with a head tilt, “I’m Sarah. We have music class together.”

“That’s cool.” 

She placed her hand on top of his and winked at him, “Do you want to leave here?” 

“Sure.” 

She stood up from the chair and Yoongi followed her out of the club. She kept talking about something but Yoongi wasn’t really paying attention to her. His mind kept going back to how Y/N looked at him. They went inside her car and they started to kiss. The kiss couldn’t even come close to the kiss he had with Y/N. This kiss was filled with loneliness and with Y/N it was liquid fire. 

He watched her take off her top and he was thankful the light from outside was covering her. The feeling of guilt was eating at him but he had to let Y/N go. This was Namjoon’s little sister. She didn’t deserve him. Why did this hurt so much? 

He grabs a tit and a moan echoes through the empty car. He felt her fingers going through his hair and his mind kept flashing back to Y/N. He shook his head at this and lifted up her thigh making it easier for him to sneak between her legs. When his cock entered, she couldn’t help but moan out loud. He groaned when he felt her clenching and he felt how wet she was. She arched her back and he ran his hand against her stomach to her chest. He pinched her nipple and she couldn’t help but quiver. She felt her orgasm coming and the clenching made Yoongi ready to burst. The faster this is done, the faster he can drink away the guilt.

“Gonna cum, get off.”

She nodded her head and got off him. She leaned towards him to suck him off and Yoongi didn’t stop her. He grabbed a fist full of hair and started to push her down causing her to gag at his cock. He leaned his head back and let out a moan but his mind couldn’t stop him, “Y-Y/N.”

When she licked her lips she glanced at him, “Do you want to go back to my place?” 

“No...”

He tucked himself back in his pants and got out of the car without another word. He didn’t even care if she was hurt at the moment. He didn’t care about much. 

The next morning, he sat in his room as his mind nagged him. He had to talk to Y/N and he had no idea how he was going to address things. That kiss that happened was the greatest thing that happened to him but it could never be repeated. She was already changing him and he hated that. 

He walked towards the library knowing she was going to be there. He walked up to the fifth floor to see Y/N studying biology with her classmate. She was dressed in a light pink cardigan and simple dark blue skinny jeans. Her pink cardigan and his leather jacket were a clear indication of how opposite they were. It was cliche but it was true. She could never love him. He wouldn’t let her. 

“Can we talk?”

Y/N turned around and he watched a wide smile appear on her face, “Yeah, I’ll be right back, Joy.” 

The pair walked away and he glanced over his shoulder to see her looking down at the ground with shyness. They walked until they were at the end of the room and they were hidden by the bookshelves. They were silent and she glanced at his face and then towards the ground, “Are you mad at me?” 

“No...I just wanted to talk.” 

“Was it about yesterday?” 

He sighed and crossed his arms over his chest, “What happened yesterday can’t happen again.”

“What?”

“I said it can’t happen again.” 

She glared at him and she placed her hands on her hips, “What made you decide?”

Yoongi felt his jaw tense and stared at the books behind her, “This shit, it’s not going to work.”

She raised her eyebrow at this and shook her head, “You kissed back...I want you to be honest with me right now, Yoongi.”

“You think I’m lying!” 

“I know you are. You’re scared-”

“I’m not scared!” He knew that was bullshit but she couldn’t know the truth. He watched her look away from him and he was nervous that she was going to cry. One tear and it was over for him. He would do anything to keep that tear away. 

“Yoongi, I want you,” she whispered a shout in his face causing his face to flush. That’s what he always wanted to hear from her but he couldn’t do it. It just couldn’t happen. 

“I’m Namjoon’s best friend-”

“I don’t give a damn. He can get over it...can’t you just give me a chance?”

He looked back at her and saw the determination on her face. This was the most honest he has ever seen Y/N. He couldn’t help but glance down at her lips and then back at her eyes. She shook her head and then she closed the gap between them. He was taken back but her lips against his felt right. His mind was telling him to push her off but his heart couldn’t agree with him. He started to kiss back and he ignored his thoughts for a minute. 

She let out a small gasp when she felt his tongue but quickly granted access. He pulled her body closer (if that was possible). He felt her arms around his neck and he pushed her against the bookshelves. He moved down to her neck and started nipping at the soft skin. She brushed her hands through his hair and she kissed the top of his head. His hands started to travel and when he reached her ass, he couldn’t help himself to give it a squeeze. She gasped out loud and seeing this, he brought his lips back to hers. He reached underneath the back of her cardigan but quickly set her down gently when he heard voices.

“Fuck.”

She looked up at him with that same dazed expression she had yesterday, “I won’t back down.”

He looked into her eyes and realized he had matched his match with stubbornness. He looked away from her gaze, “Fine. Do what you want.” He narrowed his eyes at her while he placed his hands against the shelves, trapping her. 

She bit her lower lip and wrapped her arms around his neck while they stared at each other. She kissed his cheek and whispered in his ear, “I will.” 

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

“Yoongi, are you sure you should be doing this?”

“My dad wants it. He said it's urgent.” 

Namjoon sighed and leaned against his couch, “It’s raining though-”

“I won’t take my motorcycle. I have my car.”

“What’s going on?”

Yoongi turned his head and saw Y/N looking at him with a worried look. She was in her pajamas and she was leaning against the wall staring at Yoongi. He sighed and glanced down at the floor, “Nothing-”

“His dad wants him to deliver this box to him but it's pouring rain. I told him he shouldn’t go but his dad needs it.” 

She glanced at her brother and then back at Yoongi, “Are you sure it’s all right to go alone?” 

“Y/N, I’ll be fine okay? Don’t worry.”

She sighed at this and looked away from him, “Just be careful...”

Namjoon sighed and stood up from the couch, “I gotta call Heejin. She keeps texting me, Yoongi, just be careful. Text me when you get there.” 

Yoongi nodded his head and watched Namjoon walk away in disappointment. He knew Namjoon was angry at his decision but Namjoon knew he couldn’t control him. Yoongi was also the type of man that if he said he was going to do something, he was going to do it. Regardless of what it was. 

Yoongi listened for the door to close and he turned towards Y/N looking at him with softness, “I’ll be going.”

“Come back safe. It’s raining really hard.”

He nodded his head at this and the way she cared for him was making him feel safe. His instincts were telling him to act on his feelings. He walked up towards her to see her eyes looking at him with confusion but he leaned in and kissed her. She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him closer. He wrapped his arms around her waist and let his heart do the talking. It was clear she was nervous about this trip and he hoped the kiss would make her feel better. 

When they pulled away he looked into her eyes and smiled, “It will be okay.”

“Okay...make sure you text Namjoon.”

He gave her a teasing smile, “You don’t want me to text you?”

“If you want. I don’t want to force you.” 

“I’ll text you too. Bye.”

“Bye.” 

He opened the door and turned around to give her a small wave. She returned it with a smile. He closed the door and let out a small sigh. He glanced forward and saw the rain was causing small flooding but his dad needed the package. He would help him especially since he was paying for his college. 

The drive there was slow and the rain wasn’t stopping at any time. He took a sip of his coffee as he stopped at the stop light. It wasn’t busy out which makes sense because of the weather. He was thankful for that. The light turned green and he pulled up to go. Out of nowhere, a person came on the other side and with the rain, they couldn’t stop. He saw the headlights and then darkness. 

“Namjoon, let me see him!” 

“Y/N he’s-”

“Let me see him. Now.”

Yoongi groaned at the sound and slowly sat up. Under his palms, he felt softness and he realized he was in a bed. He turned his head to see that he was in a hospital. He was confused but he didn’t care, he heard how distressed Y/N sounded, “Y-Y/N?”

The curtains were ripped open and he saw Y/N’s eyes red, “Yoongi? Oh my god, you made me so worried.” 

She walked towards his bedside table and went to pour water into a cup for him. Yoongi glanced at her and noticed that her hands were shaking. He reached over and grabbed her wrist, “I’m okay...”

He watched her stand there until tears started to fall down her cheeks. He knew had to do something. He carefully pulled her towards him on the bed as she cried into his gown. He looked up to see Namjoon talking to his dad, he had some time with her, “Don’t cry.” He started to rub her back gently.

“I can’t help it. I told you before, I care about you, Yoongi.” Y/N suddenly took his hand into hers, placing a kiss on his knuckle, “I care so much.” 

The curtains opened and Y/N slowly got up from the bed to see the doctor come in. He smiled at Yoongi and glanced at his clipboard, “You were lucky Mr. Min. Your previous shoulder injury wasn’t affected by this accident. Minor bruises and soreness. You can leave in the morning.” 

“Thank you, doctor.” 

He gave one final smile and left the room. Yoongi turned his head towards Y/N to see her already looking at him. He gave her a smile and nodded his head, “Told you I was fine.”

She let out a laugh and shook her head, “shut up.”

Namjoon and Yoongi’s dad entered looking at him with worry. Yoongi’s dad sat down on the bed and frowned, “I’m sorry Yoongi. I made my own son risk his life for a package.”

“Dad, it’s fine. I was the one that said I would do it. It’s my fault. I ignored Namjoon and Y/N.”

Namjoon sighed and shook his head, “At least your shoulder didn’t fucked up again.” 

“I know, I'm grateful. I can leave tomorrow morning.”

Y/N smiled and took a step forward, “I’ll help you around your apartment.” 

He glanced at her with a raised eyebrow, “What about school?” 

“Most of my assignments can be sent online. It’s fine.”

He looked at Namjoon who shrugged his shoulders, “Are you okay with that Yoongi?”

“Yeah, I am.” 

He watched her gather the dishes and head out of his bedroom. It’s been a couple of hours since he’s been home and Y/N didn’t want to leave his side. Yoongi’s dad drove them home with Y/N sitting in the back with Yoongi. As they drove, Y/N placed her hand on his thigh and she placed her head on his shoulder. It was very domestic and he didn’t want to fight her anymore. 

He was lying down in his bed as he waited for her to come back up. He was falling asleep due to the painkillers but he wanted to stay awake for her to come back. She quietly made her way over and sat on the bed, “You can go to sleep. I’ll be downstairs.”

“No, I want you here with me.”

She carefully leaned down, giving him a gentle kiss on his lips, “Go to sleep.”

“Stay with me.” 

They were staring into each other’s eyes with soft smiles on their faces. They both leaned in and closed the gap between them. He slowly brushed his hand through her hair as she glided her tongue over his bottom lip. She trailed her fingers against his chest as his free hand brushed along her knee. He leaned forward to press his lips a bit harder but had to pull back, “Damn.”

“Are you alright?” 

“Wrong movement.” 

She let out a small laugh and shook her head, “Go to sleep, Yoon.” 

“Stay with me.”

“Okay.” 

Three days of Y/N being by his side and everything has been perfect. Today, he asked Y/N to get some fast food because he wanted to talk to Namjoon. This was going to change the course of their friendship, it can go good or bad. He heard footsteps coming up and he took a deep breath. Namjoon opened the door and smiled at him, “How are you doing?” 

“I’m feeling better...it’s all thanks to Y/N.”

“Yeah, she’s a good nurse.” Namjoon sat on the bed carefully and noticed Yoongi was nervous. He turned his body towards him and gave him a worried look, “Are you good?” 

“Can I talk to you about something?”

Namjoon raised his eyebrow and nodded his head, “Sure.”

Yoongi took a deep breath and rubbed his neck nervously, “Y/N-”

“You like my sister, right?” 

Yoongi’s eyes widened at this and he wanted to leave the room, “W-What?”

Namjoon let out a small laugh and looked away from Yoongi, “I saw the way she looked at you...it was clear she had a crush but I don’t think it's just a crush anymore. I didn’t know you liked her until her birthday...I heard you in her bedroom that night. I saw the way you looked at her too. It wasn’t hard to figure out.”

Yoongi glanced down at his lap and sighed, “I’m sorry. I know she’s your sister and I didn’t want-”

“Yoongi, that would be lying to yourself. I wouldn’t want her with anybody else.”

“But she’s your little sister and I'm your best friend.” 

Namjoon sighed and turned back to Yoongi, “I want her to be happy and I also want you to be happy. If you two want to be together, then go for it.”

“Are you sure?” 

“Yeah, I’m sure. Don’t hurt her or I will kill you.”

“I expected that.” 

Yoongi entered the bedroom and she smiled when she saw Namjoon, “Oppa, why are you here?”

Namjoon smiled at her, “I was visiting Yoongi.” 

“He looks better, doesn’t he?”

“He does. Are you coming back home tomorrow or the next day?”

She placed the food next to Yoongi and smiled at him, “The next day, is that okay?”

“It’s fine. I do miss you though.” 

She let out a small laugh and sat on the bed next to Yoongi, “I miss you too but Yoongi needs me.” 

Namjoon smirked at this and glanced at Yoongi with a teasing smile, “Yeah he does.”

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

Nighttime came by fast and Y/N was brushing her hair in Yoongi’s mirror. He watched from his bed with a smile, “You know, only Namjoon has been in my apartment.” 

She raised her eyebrow and turned around in the chair to look at him, “Really? You haven’t brought your hookups here?” 

He rolled his eyes and shook his head, “I would never bring them here.”

“I guess I’m special.” 

“You are special, especially to me.” 

Her eyes widened at this and she smiled at this, “Am I?” 

He watched her put her brush back on the table and make her way to him. She climbed onto the bed with that teasing smile he loved, “You are special to me. You're my girl.” 

He pulled her onto his lap and she raised her eyebrow, “I’m your girl?”

“If you want?” 

She leaned down and kissed him. He deepened the kiss sliding his hands to her waist to her thighs. His fingertips were enjoying her soft skin and she gasped at the touch. He wanted her. Ever since he told her that he was not in pain anymore, his mind started to wander. She moved her hands up his pajama shirt and started to unbutton it. He pulled back a little and raised his eyebrow. She didn’t say anything but she leaned forward to meet his lips again. 

After finishing his shirt, he pushed it down his shoulder letting her fingertips touch his pale skin. She moved her hands upwards and gently rubbed his shoulder. He held onto her waist and moved her shirt up to touch her skin. He moved to the hem of her top, slowly pulling the fabric upwards. Once he saw her in her bra, his heart stopped. She cupped his face and placed her lips on his. Their tongues twirling around each other. 

His hands moved towards the back of her bra, unclasping the white lace. She tossed the bra to the sound and she looked at him with readiness. His hands replaced the fabric and she moaned, as she arched her back towards him. He smiled to himself when he saw that her breasts fit perfectly into his large hands. He rubbed his thumb over her right nipple, “Oh, Yoon.”

She felt his tongue on her sensitive numb while feeling his hands were feeling her up. He held back a groan hearing her say his name like that. It made him feel hard. He switched over to her other breast, giving it the same treatment. She held him close to her chest as if he was going to disappear.  Their naked chests fully touched each other and they stared at each other. She smiled at him and he returned it. Kissing each other was the greatest discovery they both made. 

He trailed his tongue between her breasts until he reached the top of her bottoms. His hand brushed her bare sides and he watched the bumps appear on her skin. He removed the piece of clothing and was met with her white lace. It’s amazing how white lace was the perfect thing to describe her. So innocent and gentle, that’s his Y/N. 

“Yoon...” 

He took off the underwear and he leaned down kissing her neck. She suddenly bucked against his hand when she felt him cupping her, “I want to take my time with you.” 

She couldn’t respond when she felt his middle finger along her wet silt. She placed her hands on his shoulders, “Yoon, please.” 

They slowly kissed but a gasp escaped when she felt a finger getting inserted, “Yoongi, I want you now, please.” 

“Is that what you want?” 

“Yes...but we need protection.”

He nodded his head and leaned forward to his nightstand to grab a condom. He took off his pants and placed the condom on as Y/N watched. She wrapped her legs around him and nodded her head at him. He looked into her eyes before entering and she gasped at the new feeling. His thrusts were slow and she noticed how tense he was. She leaned forward kissing the tip of his nose, “Don’t hold back, I want you Yoongi.” 

He nodded his head and he started to quicken his pace. She had her eyes closed with her mouth parted due to the pleasure. Her moans echoed through the room and it created a song with the rain hitting the window. He moved his hand down and started to rub at her clit causing a loud moan to escape. He leaned down and kissed her lips as she moaned into his mouth. When their orgasms hit them both, time stopped. It was only them and the rain. She trailed her fingers down his back and kissed his shoulder. 

“What are you smiling for?” 

She smiled and cuddled into his chest, “I finally got my bad boy...”

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Distraction (m) | myg

title: Distraction pairing: yoongi x f. reader rating/genre: m ; smut ; Agust D Universe (AgustDverse?) specifically in the Haegeum Universe ; Gang Leader / Mafia AU summary: After a series of circumstances leads you to be the assistant/right-hand woman of Bangkok's local thief/gang leader Min Suga, you're diligent in fulfilling your role in helping him take down Detective (& Underground Mafia Boss) Agust D. What you didn't expect in this role, was to catch your own boss reading p*rngraphic material during his free time and finding out there are consequences to distracting him. warnings:  dirty talk, hair pulling, slight riding, fingering, breast play, nipple sucking, slight body worship if you squint, COCKWARMING, orgasm denial kinda, she's being punished, There's two Yoongis and Thief ver. is Suga/Yoongi while the Mafia Boss is Agust D IM PUTTING A WARNING FOR THESE MEN ARE DANGEROUS note: this is my first time ever writing a bts fic AND smut in a fic. I've written fics 10 years ago for different fandoms and i never thought I'd be doing this again but I got too stuck on this idea that I needed to LET IT OUT. shout out to my beta reader @daegudrama for beta reading and being a great supporter. Idk if I'll ever expand on this fic but here it is. FEEDBACK & Comments are much appreciated !! total word count: 3.6k drop date: july 1st 2023, 12:00pm pst CROSS POSTED ON AO3 here (honeyjamjoon is my user on there) - -

You stood at the entrance of Suga's run-down, yet aesthetically-looking office in the heart of Bangkok’s Chinatown.

After an abundance of incidents, you begun working as his assistant and right-hand woman in his underground operations to take down Asia Pacific Police Detective Agust D, who moonlights as a mafia leader on the down low. A mafia leader who looks exactly like him. Someone you used to be acquainted with at some point.

As you pushed open the ornate wooden door slightly, you found Suga lying down on the sofa, engrossed in an erotic women's magazine. His face adorned with his signature mischievous smirk as he turned a few pages. Men, you thought to yourself while trying to prevent a scoff from coming out your lips.

"Yoongi," you called out, your voice cutting through the silence of the room. Since you two were closer compared to his other men, you called out to him by his real name often.

Startled, Yoongi quickly closed the magazine and tossed it aside, his expression shifting to one of mild annoyance. "Hey doll, can't you knock? I was in the middle of something." Doll, his endearing nickname for you always made you feel some type of way. 

You raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence as you crossed my arms. "Oh, I'm sorry, Boss. I didn't know reading Playboy magazines was part of your daily agenda." you commented sarcastically, rolling your eyes in the process.

Yoongi's cheeks flushed slightly, caught red-handed by his sharp-witted assistant. He cleared his throat, attempting to regain his composure. "It's...research. Yeah, research on...current trends."

You couldn't help but chuckle at his unusually flustered response. You sauntered closer, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well, Boss, if you're done 'researching,' perhaps we can focus on more pressing matters?"

Yoongi let out a deep sigh, realizing he had been caught in his moment of leisure. "You're right, doll. Let's get down to business.” He moved from his position and straightened up his posture, all business-mode Suga once again. “What's the latest update on Agust?"

As you provided a detailed report on Agust D’s actions, you couldn't help but notice a twinkle of amusement in Yoongi's eyes. He had always been a man of few words, but his gaze held a silent appreciation for your wit and fearlessness in this line of work. Since meeting Yoongi, your professional relationship with him had always been one of mutual respect and trust, despite the dark world you both inhabited.

"You've done well, doll," Yoongi finally acknowledged at the end of your report, his voice laced with admiration. "I appreciate your dedication in doing this. This isn’t easy work, especially with so many eyes and ears working for Agust."

Your heart swelled with pride, knowing that your efforts were recognized by your boss, your leader. However, you know you can’t be feeling a certain type of way over his innocent comments.  You took a step closer, your voice lowering to a whisper. "Boss, may I remind you that there are eyes and ears on you too? It's crucial to maintain a certain level of decorum and professionalism."

Yoongi's lips curled into a sly side smile, his gaze locking with yours. "You're absolutely right. We should be more careful, especially when it comes to our private activities."

Your eyes widened in realization, understanding the underlying meaning in Yoongi's words. He can’t be trying to insinuate something, right? Being the brat you are, you decided to play along with his statement . A playful grin spread across your face as you sat on the opposite side of the sofa, crossing your arms once again. 

"Well, Boss, if you're looking for some 'private activities,' you could always start by hiring a proper assistant to keep you entertained."

Yoongi's eyebrows shot up, surprised by your audacity. A flicker of amusement danced in his eyes as he leaned back on the sofa. "Is that so? And who would you recommend for the position?"

You pretended to ponder for a moment, "Perhaps someone who knows your every move, can anticipate your needs, and can effortlessly keep you on your toes…”

“Someone like… you?" Yoongi smirked as he leaned closer, his voice filled with mischief. Your cheeks flushed with a mix of shyness and shock that he played this far into your game. "Well, in that case, I suppose I'll have to interview you for the position."

Damn, he got you cornered. Was this a dream, you thought to yourself. Usually when you’d have playful banter with Yoongi, he’d edge you on with his words and then immediately move onto business. But right now you’re left speechless. 

“Cat got your tongue?” He chuckled. Funny words coming from the same man who looked and acted like a cat himself at times.

“N-No..just.. dumbfounded.” You stumbled on your nervous response before giggling, “You got me good, Yoongi.” And this is where the game ended, or so you thought.

Yoongi locked eyes with you as he reached out and gently grasped your trembling hand. His touch sent a jolt of electricity through you, causing your breath to hitch. He tugged your hand gently, coaxing you to move closer to him.

"Doll," he said softly, his tone laced with a mix of authority and tenderness. "There's no need to get so shy around me all of a sudden."

Feeling a mixture of panic and excitement, you allowed Yoongi to guide you closer until you stood right in front of him. In a swift yet gentle motion, Yoongi pulled you onto his lap, your legs straddled him. Your heart pounded in your chest as you found yourself nestled against him, his arms wrapped protectively around your waist.

Yoongi's voice, now filled with a soothing warmth, resonated in your ear. "You may act bratty and shy, doll, but I can see through your facade. I know you're into this” He used one hand to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, “And I'm more than happy to oblige."

Your eyes widened, breath catching in your throat at his bold words. Yet, you couldn't deny the exhilarating truth behind them. A mix of embarrassment and desire coursed through your veins as you looked into Yoongi's eyes, your own filled with a mix of uncertainty and longing. You’ve been waiting for a moment like this for so long, but it felt silly to even believe it could happen one day. Let alone on a day where you catch Yoongi looking at porn. Sounds too good to be true.

In that moment, Yoongi tightened his hold on you and gently lifted you up a little. He glanced at you wholly, taking in the sight before him. He had always thought you were beautiful since the first day you encountered him in the night market while he was being chased by Agust D’s men. He too, didn’t imagine he’d have you to himself, but somehow the sexual frustration of not having time to pleasure himself pushed a button in him to try to make a move. 

He continued his movements by sliding his hands above your waist, approaching the peaks of your breasts. The soft touch sent shivers down your spine, and a blush crept across your cheeks. He looked at you to see if you were okay with moving further, to which you locked eyes with him and nodded your confirmation.

He began fondling your breasts slowly, tracing patterns of desire along your trembling flesh. His large hands on you felt so good it elicited soft gasps of pleasure from your lips. But you craved more. You wanted to feel him closer, and it seemed that he felt the same. He moved his hands to unbutton your sleeveless button front shirt from the top to bottom and then removed the garment completely. 

Under the shirt revealed a white floral lace bra with a cute pink ribbon in the center. "You know, doll," he murmured, his voice husky with desire, "Your bra is surprisingly cute." The sudden comment from Yoongi made your cheeks flush even more with a mix of embarrassment and pride. “It contrasts your workaholic demeanor. It’s nice to see a new side to you.”

Flushed and with a playful glint in your eyes, you mustered the courage to break free from your momentary shyness. With a teasing smile, you looked at Yoongi and whispered, “Shut up and just keep going,”

To which he smirked up at you and did just as you commanded. He went ahead and removed your bra, exposing your breasts to the slightly colder room temperature causing your nipples to pebble slowly. Yoongi groaned, squeezing your breasts together, and sucked a nipple between his lips. 

Mesmerizing sounds left your mouth when he flicked your nipple with his tongue and gently bit down. His tongue swirled around your sensitive areola, teasing it to a stiff peak as he cupped and massaged your other breast with one hand. Holding yourself steady with your fingers weaved through his pretty, long dark hair, you leaned back and arched your chest in toward his face.

You craved more besides these touches to your delicate breasts, but fearing changes in your ‘boss and right-hand man’ relationship with Yoongi had you hesitating further. You moved your hands to the top of his shoulders to push him away from your chest. “Maybe we shouldn’t keep going, Yoongi.” You looked at him, before deciding to look away and continue speaking, “We’ve been focused on taking down Agust D, and if we do this… it might get in the way of our goals.”

Yoongi let out a deep chuckle, “You know goals are one thing, but you think I haven’t noticed the way your body language radiates when you’re around me.” 

Your eyes widened, “W-What do you mean?” You weren’t being that obvious about these underlying work crush feelings, have you?

“The way you carry yourself when we tease each other? When you sway your ass in your little skirts to get me riled up?” He lifted a brow up inquisitively, hands drawing circles on your thighs to carry his point home. “I know you too well to know you want this too.”

You scoffed, “Hah? Yoongi, I think all the porn mags and hentai mangas you’ve read during your free time has gotten to your head.” You cupped his face with your small palms (in comparison to his large hands) and looked at him intently. “Maybe it’s time to ease up on that, sir.”

“I’m serious, doll.” He grabbed your hands away from his face and stared harshly, “I'd rather have you in my arms, feeling your warmth against me, than flipping through those Playboy magazines during my free time."

Literally, no words could release from your lips. You’re just awestruck that this carefree man who threw witty and sarcastic remarks on a daily basis could have conjured such a confession to you. You found it endearing in a way, knowing his exterior is just a facade and inside lies a compassionate soul named Min Yoongi. 

At this moment, you decided to surrender, allowing yourself to be consumed by the passion growing between the two of you. Embraced in the untamed fire that blazed in Yoongi's eyes. “Then, keep going. Waiting to see how you’ll keep me entertained.”

Quickly, Yoongi's lips descended upon yours, the kiss ignited an unknown sensation inside of you. The taste of anticipation lingered in the air as your mouths melded together in a fervent fight. His lips, soft yet demanding, explored every contour of yours, coaxing forth sighs of pleasure that escaped each others’ entwined breaths.

Feeling a bit assertive, you gently bit his lips as a signal for him to allow your tongue to intertwined with his, to which he smiled and let you in. Both your movements synchronized, a blend of dominance and tenderness. However, which each stroke of his tongue, he claimed your mouth, marking you as his own in a surge of possessiveness that sent shivers cascading down your spine.

As your bodies pressed closer, the intensity and eagerness to have him inside you grew. You once again let your fingers find solace in the soft strands of Yoongi's hair, tugging a bit which he responded to with a groan. Breaths mingling with the heady mix of desire that filled the room. Your hips meet Yoongi’s hard cock, visibly straining against his demin jeans, as you begin lightly grinding against him, needing to relieve yourself of this feeling blooming in your abdomen.

However, unbeknownst to you, Yoongi had other plans in mind. He suddenly held down your thighs to prevent you from moving further. You whine at him, frustrated. 

“Doll, I’m not gonna fully give you what you want right now.” The mischievous glint in his gaze betrayed his desire for retribution. He saw an opportunity to playfully punish you for catching him indulging in the guilty pleasure of his magazine. “Since you interrupted me earlier, I’m only going to let you sit on my cock as punishment. No riding.”

“Are you serious right now–” You paused, Yoongi lifting an inquisitive brow up in response. If you kept arguing with him, his stubborn self will deprive you of everything at this moment, his desires be damned. The thing you didn’t need right now was for him to command you to watch him jerk off or leave the room and go find someone else to fulfill his needs. “...Fine, Boss. Your wish is…my command.” You sighed, gripping his shoulders.

“Condom?”

“No, it’s okay. I take birth control.” He eyed you intently. “NOT for what you think. I take it to regulate my cycle.” You responded, annoyed while he chuckled. Not like you had the time to be fucking people left and right in this high stakes job you had. You take your role very seriously, mind him.

He lifted you so he’s able to lift his own hips up to pull his pants down. He pulled his dick out and you stared at how it sprung up against his stomach, almost to full hardness already. It’s so thick and fat, you thought to yourself. You had imagined how he’d look underneath his clothes, but your thoughts never compared to the [reality of his] pale pink dick with small drops of precum at the top of the head. Yoongi took note of your glances and exhaled harshly. He slid his hands up your thighs to the hem of your skirt and pulled it to where your pink striped panties came into his sight. 

“You’re seriously so cute, you know that?” You mumbled a shut up as your cheeks reddened from his continued compliments. He pushed your panties to the side, placing two fingers teasingly at your entrance, collecting the wetness that you already displayed. "Do you need to be prepped more? Or can you take my cock without it?" He locked eyes with you as he slipped his two fingers easily in, quickly causing your walls to tighten around his digits.

“I-It’s fine, Yoongi,” You moaned his name quietly. You knew you were wet enough from the previous motions that you could do without it. “Just put your dick inside me already so we can call it a day.." He raised his eyebrows at your commanding attitude. "P-Please..”

Chuckling, he pulled his fingers out and grabbed your hips again. He took his throbbing dick in his hand and lined it up to your entrance. He sunk you down, slowly taking him in inch by inch, the thickness stretched you out more than you expected. You moaned out as quietly as you could, still struggling to fit all of him inside you. Yoongi kept a hand on your hips to guide you down, while the other caressed your back in reassurance.

"Keep going, love." Love? A new nickname? "You’re doing great." He praised, while trying his best to hold in beautiful sounds of his own.

With his encouraging words, you took a deep breath and moved down until your pussy had swallowed him whole, his head right against your cervix. "Just right…you did it," Yoongi cooed. He cupped your cheeks and made you look at him. "How does this feel?"

You’re starting to lose composure already, "I-It feels g-good…" you stammered, dragging out the last word while letting your eyes roll to the back of your head. 

"Great, but..” He stretched out to grab the D-Grayman vol 22 manga lying around on the table “Don’t you dare move. I’m gonna read." 

“I can’t believe you… you sick, sick man.”  His laughter rolled through him, which involuntarily  created a ripple of pleasure building within your cunt, a warmth growing again and spreading through your every nerves. Besides the fact that his warm cock was snug within you, filling you more completely than a dildo of yours could ever, you couldn't recall another moment where you’ve felt so content. While at first you were scared of crossing a line in your relationship, you can’t deny this feels just right.

He wrapped his right around your waist, while using his left to hold his book and flip the pages. Perks of having big hands, you wonder what else they could do. You laid your head on his right shoulder, eyes slowly squeezing shut. Maybe you should take a nap. 

However, while Yoongi seemed to be nonchalant and relaxed, he was struggling a lot more than you to not say fuck this and fuck you roughly in a cowgirl position. Because just as you were relaxing, suddenly his cock fucking twitched. You gasped, your cunt clenching involuntarily and wrapping tighter around his length. A shiver shot up your spine as you instinctively pushed back on him, taking him even deeper into you from a higher angle. 

“Yoongi, I swear..”

“Sorry. That was on me, doll.” He went back to reading before adding on a few minutes later, “I’m tempted to fuck you, but I’ll save it for another time. If I give in now, I’ll probably want to fuck you everywhere and anywhere we go. Want to teach you a lesson.” 

“Yoongi!” Your eyes widened and you smacked his back. He chuckled lowly. Pisces men really are lowkey sex freaks. You don’t know what you’d do if this man asks you if he can tie you up with ropes or vice versa. Let’s hope he’s just into vanilla shit for the sake of your sanity,

For the rest of the time, he stayed true to his word and remained resilient. At some point, you drifted off to dreamland, feeling so comfortable and cozy sitting on his dick. You faintly felt a kiss on your temple, though you’re not sure if you dreamed it, or if Yoongi actually did it. You didn’t bother thinking too much about it now.

The next thing you know, you woke up later that afternoon, laying down on the sofa with a blanket covering you. You glanced around to find Yoongi, but he was nowhere in sight. You checked your phone on the table and saw text messages from 35 minutes ago

Yoongi: Hey doll, got a call from joon saying he found the drug operation Agust D is hiding above that one good noodle shop in chinatown. I had to go with him and some of the guys ready to bust it down. I’ll be sure to to get you a bowl of noodles when I’m done. 

Yoongi: Extra beef and very spicy, right?

God, you’re actually gonna fall in love with this man. He really does pay attention to the little details about you more than you realized. 

You text back knowing he’s probably not going to be back for a bit longer.

Y/N: Yes pls! Don’t forget to bring some chopsticks.

Yoongi: 👍

Not long after, before the sun sunk underneath the horizon, he arrived back to the office holding a bag of take-out food from Asian Beef Noodle shop. “Sorry to keep you waiting. We got everything taken care of.”

Your eyes lit up with admiration as you sat up on the couch, your lips curling into a grateful smile. "Great job, boss."

Yoongi's gaze softened as he placed the tray of noodles on the coffee table in front of you. He took a seat beside you, his shoulder brushing against yours. "I appreciate your support, doll. So, I brought these noodles as a small peace offering."

"You're forgiven, I suppose,” You chuckled, voice filled with soft warmth. “Noodles are easily the best way to my heart."

Your playful comment sent a spark of anticipation through Yoongi. He grinned, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "Well, I’ll make it up to you later, for being so good. Look forward to tonight," he whispered, his voice laced with a sultry tone.

Your cheeks flushed at the promise in his words, your gaze meeting his with a mixture of desire and excitement. “You’re making me embarrassed,” you sighed, replying further with a sultry voice with anticipation. “But, you better not disappoint. I’ll leave your side!” You joked, both of you laughing at the silliness of this conversation

Despite the fluttering emotions from earlier reawakening from his words, you two continued to share a comfortable silence, the aroma of the noodles filling the air. With a newfound sense of closeness, you two dug into the delicious meal, savoring the flavors and basking in the afterglow of their earlier passion. It was a moment of shared contentment, where the chaos of both your lives momentarily faded away, leaving only the warmth of connection and comfort of each other's presence.

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[joonberriess]

·˚ ༘ 💌 IMAGINE┊jungkook as a boxer and your boyfriend. he’s your ride or die and you’re his too. a modern day Bonnie and Clyde.

TAGS — toxic!jk, possessive sex, angry sex, angst, glamourized toxic relationship, abusive due to jk’s aggression be warned, headcanons + some plot!

WORD COUNT — 3.5 k

+     Jeon Jungkook is an infamous underground boxer, he doesn't play by the rules and he doesn't like a clean fight. You can guess what type of person he's like out of the ring. He's your typical asshole: snarky, perverted, and only intelligent in what seems like the streets. He's got issues. Loads of them and he isn't one to shy away things often being blunt since he could care less what people think of him.

+     Jungkook has a horrible habit of being in and out of relationships, none making it past a day or two cause his attention is being caught by a new girl. He can sweet talk like he's your prince charming but fucks you like a common whore. He's cocky too, knows the ladies want him and it strokes his ego to know they're all dying for him.

+     He meets you at a family wedding he goes to, you're sitting so pretty in the center with your arm tucked into your daddy's. So you're a good girl, he muses, it's all the more reason to approach you. He's infatuated, he has to have you now as there's no way he can skip out on the opportunity of a lifetime as he considers it. You end up rejecting him many many times cause you know of his reputation.

+ In your relationship he's possessive and jealous. Jungkook fully trusts you, he doesn't trust anyone else and sees himself like your protector to which he is (to a certain extent) but he needs to understand not everyone is threat. Jungkook loves you more than life itself, he's downright obsessed with the idea of being with you until the end of time but overall he tries to be a good boyfriend to you. Even if your father doesn't approve of him, *cue the "daddy pass the salt" fiasco.

━ (음악)

; his playlist

1. todas mueren por mi - cartel de santa

2. first class - jack harlow

3. love n hennesy - a.chal

4. bonnie & clyde - dean

5. malibu - ph-1

"Y es que es asi, todas muren por mi, y es que es asi, todas muren por ti," - Cartel De Santa

"If I were you I wouldn't," some girl pipes up from beside you, "woman to woman, he's not good for you." You're not stupid, you know who she's referring to and you can feel a small amount of annoyance hit you.

"Well," you softly smile, it's in your nature to be polite even if she is meddling in what doesn't concern her, "good thing you aren't me."

She scoffs, mumbling something about it being your loss but you see it as a win. You're so used to all these girls pitying you and trying to "warn" you about Jungkook. You know perfectly the type of guy he was and is right now. It wasn't like you jumped in blindly you made sure to be very clear with him, one screw up and you were leaving.

Jungkook's infamous playboy behavior exceeds him, no one can believe the once eligible bachelor is now in a relationship. His little groupie is so disappointed their favorite fuck buddy was off the market. They wonder how you do it given his little reputation and stuff. Do you ever get tired of random girls telling you he used to text them? Or how about the ones who "tried" warning you of his fuckboy tendencies?

Though Jungkook isn't the only one who's questioned often times. You're his polar opposite, you're not made for the lifestyle he leads on. As far as the public knows you're the daughter of a rich businessman who's family friends with the Jeons. You study in a prestigious university majoring in literature and working a internship in a journal company. They perceive you as a socialite and total snob due to your rich girl status, how wrong they were..

You finish applying a small layer of strawberry gloss on your pouty lips and head back out into the arena. You sit front row next to Yoongi who's watching Namjoon motivate Jungkook before the next round begins. They're both his mentors and you've come to see both men as friends and older brothers. "He's doing great so far, if he keeps this up he'll win right..?" You softly say to Yoongi.

"Yes, Kook's doing great with his speed and catching the poor bastard off guard but he needs to slow down or else he'll slip up and the other will get a upper hand on him. We don't need Kook to come back with fractured ribs again." Yoongi replies with a sigh, offering some peanuts to you.

"No thank you," you hum, "you know how he is, always eager and overzealous."

Yoongi grunts as he slouches in his seat, "Well he needs to cut that shit out before he gets his ass knocked out one of these days. If it ain't his opponent, it's gonna be me." He smirks lazily.

The match goes back into motion as the referee is yelling something to the crowd. Your heart is beating quickly, you pray to the gods above they send you your man back in one piece with no broken bones (his case fractured ribs). You've never liked this because the blood and the violent punches scare you. Especially because this is Jungkook you're talking about.

You watch with close eyes, Jungkook looks angry and it's both hot and scary at the same time. He's got sweat building up on his forehead, hair sticking to his skin, and jaw clenched as he throws punches left and right. So far Jungkook has been in the lead all night as he chooses to surprise his opponents. You're feeling a little bit of adrenaline running through your veins as you watch the match.

"C'mon, you got this..." You whisper softly and clench your fists.

The poor dude doesn't stand a chance anymore, he's losing his momento and his technique is getting sloppy. Jungkook must have tired him out already.. You find yourself smiling and yelling with joy as Jungkook manages to corner him. He's so, so close and your breath hitches in anticipation as the final punch is thrown and the dude goes falling to the ground. Everyone cheers for Jungkook, chanting his name as Namjoon crowds Jungkook after he's announced winner.

You eagerly make your way up to the stage, watching as Jungkook walks towards you simultaneously with dark eyes. He licks his lips chest heaving from the aftermath of the match, he seems like he's running on pure adrenaline now. Before you can even reach the ropes he hauls you up effortlessly, grabbing the back of your hair with one hand and roughly squeezing your ass through your dress with his other.

He kisses you with his all groaning softly while his hand kneads your ass massaging it in a more comforting manner rather than sexual. You bring your small hands to cup his face as you kiss back. Everyone's still celebrating and some close friends that came are catcalling you two. Jungkook tightens his hold as he pulls back, forehead against yours as he pants hotly against your mouth.

"I fuckin' did it baby," he mutters to you, "did it just for you."

You smile softly, "I'm proud of you," you mumble back and kiss his lips very gently, contrast to earlier, "I knew you could."

Jungkook chuckles breathily, "Let's get the fuck outta here yea? I wanna fuck the shit out of you in the locker rooms." He grins slapping your ass.

You want to chastise him but he does end up fucking you in the showers. Your little fur coat is messily thrown on a bench and a trail of clothes leading to the shower cubicles lay strewn around. It's a little steamy in there and Jungkook's got his strong arms pinning you up against the tiles as he works his thick cock in and out of you.

Your moans are soft and whiny, your toes clench and your thighs shake every so often from his cock stroking your g-spot from this angle. His wet body presses up against yours, his chest is firmly pressed to yours and your nipples rub against his wet skin every time he bounces you up and down his cock. "Mmm.. yeah," you softly moan, "right there, 's so good," you whine quietly.

Jungkook grunts quietly as he adjusts his grip on your bubbly ass, fat spilling from between his fingers as he hoists you upward and begins to drive his cock into you faster. "Right there baby? Want me to fuck you harder with my fat cock? C'mon baby, tell me you love it, love how full it makes you feel and hard it makes you cum.." He whispers in your ear.

You moan loudly at the dirty talk, back arching a little, "I-I love it..! Fills me up so good Kook, only you can make me cum like this!" You whimper towards the end, arms sliding down from his shoulders to simply being wrapped around his back.

"Damn right I am," he growls, "you're fucking mine, this pussy belongs to me and I don't wanna see anyone near it. Only I'm allowed to fuck you like this," he says as he pistons his hips faster, "say it. Say you belong to me, let them hear it baby,"

You squeal at the change of pace, arms coming up behind you to grip the top of the half-wall as he rocks you back and forth on his cock. It's too much and you can feel your pussy clamping down on him, "I'm yours! My pussy belongs to you," you cry, ".. Jungkook..! Jungkook!" You call out over and over as he fucks you like a man on death row.

Jungkook smirks softly, "Damn right," he kisses you while he plows away at your sensitive pussy. He thoroughly marks you as his and makes sure the whole damn hallway could hear you that night. He walks you down the hall later that night feeling refreshed as ever with his arm around your waist holding your ass as you stay cuddled up to him with a sweet adorable smile.

"Dame un poco love with some Hennessy, you know I like it when you're mad at me," - A.Chal

You're bubbling with annoyance as you storm around your shared apartment trying to find something to do, something that doesn't involve seeing his face. Jungkook was following occasionally, muttering curses and shaking his head at your "childish behavior". He's getting riled up too even though he has nothing to be angry about, he also has no right either since he started this whole mess.

The "mess" you're referring to occurred moments before arriving at home together. You were both hungry so you both said "hey, fuck it why not try that new barbecue place down the street?" and then you both went to the damned restaurant.

Everything's chill you're both enjoying the scenery around you, the waitress is very friendly and helpful and you both get your order and drinks quickly because the place isn't busy. Everything's going so well. You're happy, Jungkook's happy, everyone is so where did it all go to shit?

Jungkook is to blame (partly because he didn't look for the fight) but it was those preppy assholes from your university. They're sons of your parent's friends and you have met them before. Yet it did not give them the right to comment about your boyfriend or relationship.

They came over saying shit like "does your dad know who you're with?" or "why don't you ditch this lowlife and come get some drinks with us?" You're beyond angry and open your mouth to give them a piece of your mind but Jungkook beats you to it.

"Her dad perfectly fucking knows who she's with and where she's staying at, I don't recall ever asking for your fucking opinion on my girlfriend." Jungkook lowly mutters as he glares, "If I were you I'd fucking leave before I get my ass beat for acting a fool."

The one who started it laughs, "I dare you to put your hands on me, if you do—" he's cut off by Jungkook punching him right across the face.

"Say that again? I couldn't quite hear you?" Jungkook smirks as he yanks his head back, "C'mon, what were you gonna do?"

You scramble to get up, "Jungkook please," you softly beg, "let's just go okay? Ignore them they're not important."

Jungkook doesn't let up, only delivering another sucker punch to the gut. "Say it," he growls.

"L-Let go of me! My father will hear about this and when he does you're in so much shit! y/n get your—" he's cut off once again by Jungkook who's fucking livid.

You can see the crowd forming and the waitress from earlier on the phone speaking frantically. You feel angry, and worried because Jungkook was going to be in huge trouble if things weren't stopped now. You shakily breathed and looked around unsure of what to do.

It's about to turn into a full on fight because Jungkook pushes the asshole to his limits and now he's going to fight back. But you'd be damned if anyone put their hands on your man like that. You lift a bottle of soju and smash it against the dude's head as he's disoriented, "We are going home." You seethe to Jeongguk and toss the broken bottle top to the floor.

You're angry as hell right now and the press can kiss your ass, hell you work for the damn press you'll write the damn story yourself. You mutter to yourself and get into the car, arms crossed and face fixed to a cold stare.

“Baby,” Jungkook breathes out, entering the vehicle and sitting there looking at you in disbelief, “baby..?”

“Home.” You glare, and the rest of the ride is driven in silence and the occasional comment that dies out on Jungkook’s tongue halfway as he lets you mope around.

That’s how you’re in this predicament, pacing around at home angrily and huffing because the day is ruined. Not by Jungkook (maybe), but by those preppy assholes who think you’re friends or something. You didn’t even like them, you tolerated them. There was a difference between being cordial and rude.

“y/n.” Jungkook calls out, you ignore him and he calls out to you a total of two more times until he himself grows impatient and bothered. “Fucking hell y/n what do you want me to do?! Apologize? Say sorry for fucking defending myself against those daddy’s boys?!” He erupts in your face, hands holding your arms so tight you know you’ll bruise.

“You attacked him in a restaurant Jungkook! That wasn’t the fucking ring in there and you know it! Don’t you ever just leave boxing back in the ring? You always do this when things don’t go your way or the slightest inconvenience hits you and I’m sick of it! One of these days Jungkook they’ll arrest you and so help me I won’t be there to help you.” You glare, shaking him off as you pound your little fists on his chest.

Jungkook scoffs, “Oh that’s what we’re doing now? Taking their side? You fucking slut,” he shoves you hard making your back hit the wall as you stumble a little, “given the opportunity you’d jump at any chance to get on their cocks wouldn’t you? You’re a good for nothing—”

You cut him off with a slap, “Who the hell do you think you are? Accusing me of this stupid crap get over yourself Jungkook! You’re so far up your own ass you don’t even know what you’re saying to me.” You snap as you storm past him, heading right to your bedroom to pack a overnight bag.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going? I’m not done talking to you!” Jungkook yells as he follows you, “Oh classic y/n move, pack your shit and run from the problems yeah real classy move.” He sneers.

“Leave me alone,” you say as you shove random clothes into a bag, “I’m done talking with you, I’m not going to sit here and let you disrespect me or our relationship.”

Jungkook grabs the bag from your hands, “You aren’t going anywhere, you’re gonna unpack all this shit and we’re going to talk because isn’t that what you always want?! To talk?!”

You stare into Jungkook’s eyes as he crowds you, “Fuck. You.” You seethe angrily, you’re not one to cuss but when you do it’s because you’re absolutely losing it.

“What was that?” Jungkook suddenly growls, “Go on, repeat that shit to me.”

“I said: fuck you Jungkook. You’re a goddamn asshole and it’s a miracle I’ve stayed this fucking long with you!” You yell in his face as the both of you have a screaming match.

Things are thrown, picture frames shattered, and the room is in such disarray you’re not sure anyone can sleep in there. You take your anger out on him, letting all the pent up anger from before bubble up. This feels exhilarating but tiring at the same time, yelling took so much energy..

At one point he grabs you roughly, pressing you on the wall as he smothers you in a harsh kiss. The sexual tension had built and was at its’ boiling point. You found yourself kissing him back just as fierce and hungry. Your hands tangled in his hair and you harshly tugged on the soft strands.

“Fuck,” he moans against your mouth as he reaches down to unbuckle your jeans and push his hand inside your panties.

You arch into his touch, hands coming down to grip his forearm as you move your leg to wrap around his waist and pull him closer. A soft shaky sigh leaves your lips as his hand cups your soft pussy, his finger dipping between your folds to rub at your clit.

He presses on the bud and rubs back and forth as his head drops down to your neck. He leaves a series of hickeys on your skin as his free hand grips your hip tightly and holds you firmly against him. “You like that?” He murmurs hotly in your ear.

You pant and wiggle around in your place as your lower half is engulfed in pleasure. Your sensitive clit makes your hips jump in surprise every so often whenever he rubs in a particular way. The feeling is a little overwhelming but in a good way.

“Love it,” you whisper back and tangle a free hand in his hair as you grip it tightly, “but I want something else.”

“Tell me baby, what do you want?” Jungkook pulls back to stare down into your eyes as he slips his fingers past your tight slicked up hole as he fills you.

Your mouth falls open, eyes fluttering shut as you tighten your grip, “Mmm–you, want your cock in me,” you moan out, “want it to fill me up, make me cum over and over again..” You whisper seductively as you lick your lip.

Jungkook groans softly as he picks up the speed in your panties. He moves his fingers quicker, creating this squelching noise as your wetness dribbles down to his palm. His hand is cramping but the pain is worth it as he watches your face contort into pleasure. “Yeah..? What else baby? C’mon be a good girl and tell me.”

“Ohh..! Mm–want you to hold me down on the bed and make me take it. Don’t want it to stop until I’m crying and shaking, want you filling me up with your cum till it’s dripping–Jungkook,” you whine as you arch your back, “Call me your little slut, choke me, slap me, god just ruin me,” you whimper.

Jungkook moans at your words, he curls his fingers to hit your g-spot. The anger and sexual tension from before left you excited, you knew you wouldn’t be able to last long due to your overzealousness. You moan and cry out for him as your pussy is rapidly approaching its’ release. You clench on his fingers and shake as he sends you barreling into hot pleasure.

It’s utter bliss as you slump into his arms and sigh happily as you ride out your orgasm. He slows down and manages to hold you against him as he pants softly, “I’m sorry baby,” he breathes out.

You swallow thickly, staring up at him with a soft pout, “I’m sorry too..” You murmur and cradle his face, “You know I’d never mean those words right?” Not even you were sure if you meant those words..

Jungkook nods slowly as he presses his forehead to yours tenderly, “I didn’t meant shit either, you know how I get.. I promise I’ll try harder next time to not lose my temper in public.”

It’s a lie, he’ll be on his best behavior for a week max and then it’s back to normal. You’re used to this and you find yourself not caring as you hum in agreement, “Good.”

You love Jungkook. You’d do just about anything and he’d do the same. You’re a match made in heaven.

[ ☁️ ] : ps that lil collage, pics edited so don’t worry ;)

#bts smut #bts #bts fanfction #bts fanfic #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #bts jungkook #jungkook smut

[pennyluna]

Misunderstandings Part 3

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (18+) Wordcount: 2.482

Genre: Working together au. Cold Playboy au. Future something.

Warning: This story contains strong language and spicy scenes. be aware before reading it.

Y/N POV

"how are you feeling... about seeing him tonight?" Josie asked between sips of her margarita, she was sitting in my bed while I was looking for what to wear later today for the tonight show. I had told her about what happened between Yoongi and I and she was intrigued.

"I feel fine, is work. That was just a one time thing, It was nothing." I continue looking around my wardrobe unable to finding something I like. All I could think about was Yoongi, I had been avoiding him when possible and acting like nothing happened when I actually saw him. I didn't understand his change in behavior that morning, I felt like crap and was unable to focus on my job for a couple of days. He clearly was acting like it meant nothing so I decided to try and move on. I was going to do my job as best as I could, He would leave soon and soon after it would be a distant memory.

Josie walks to my closet moving me aside and hands me an outfit. She smiles softly at me.

"You are forgetting I know you. You don't sleep around and certainly not with a guy you just met. You like him and what happened is not nothing. The sooner you admit that to yourself, the sooner we can come up with a plan."

"I have nothing to admit" Josie exhales heavily hearing my words so I continue "..Okay.. lets say I like him! there is nothing I can do about it, He is leaving in 3 weeks and is currently acting like I don't exist."

"Plenty of time. You are gorgeous, he is a guy and Jealousy can work wonders. Now get ready, I got a plan." she smiles widely at me and sits back in the bed with her phone in hand. I love her confidence and she is almost always right but I have doubts about this one. Yoongi is not someone you can easily play mind games with.

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A couple of hours later I was at The Rockefeller Center for The tonight Show , I had gotten there early to make sure everything was ready in the private waiting room waiting for min Yoongi to arrive and the filming to start. I stare at myself mirror and admire Josie's work. She picked a short red flowy dress paired with a large black blazer buttoned up to cover it until I got to the after party. Simple black heels, soft red lips and my dark wavy hair tied methodically in a bun I would have to undo once we were heading to the party.

Before Yoongi went in for the interview we practiced a couple of times in the waiting room, I caught him looking at my lips a few times but pretended like I hadn't.

I watched the interview from backstage, the way he sometimes moved his hand through his hair, made me have flashbacks of that night we spent together, of the way I moved my hand through his hair while he was going down on me. -DONT THINK ABOUT IT, NOT NOW, NOT HERE- I mentally yelled at myself.

Once Yoongi finished the interview and performance he came back to the waiting room looking godly with that smirk he gets every time he performs, licking the corner of his mouth and panting slightly, a bit of sweat on his forehead making some of his hair strands wet... me along with them just at the sight of him. I snap out of my thoughts and I notice everyone collecting their things and preparing to leave.

I made sure so sit in the back  of the SUV so I could get time to fix myself on the way there. I opened my blazer and placed it on my shoulders and let my long wavy hair down. I fix my make up and prepare to put the plan in action. Josie had instructed me to have a first short interaction with Yoongi once we arrived at the party, just to get his attention and then move on to find a guy to flirt with and proceed to have some fun, she said the rest would develop.

The SUV stops at the private entrance and while everyone gets off it, I wait a couple of seconds to calm my nerves and then do the same. -wish me luck- I say preparing myself mentally.

While walking through the entrance door a guy from Yoongi's team spots me "Woah Nuna... You look so good"

I smile thankful and notice Yoongi's eyes are on me, mouth slightly open while scanning me from top to bottom. I purposely use that moment to take my blazer off and hand it to the coat check girl, revealing my shoulders and the back of my dress.

I walk towards Yoongi, my heart racing a bit from the way he is looking at me. I find my calmest voice "You did great there." I show him a kind smile  "Enjoy the party." I walk towards the bar feeling his eyes still on me. -First Contact made-

Its been an Hour since we got here, I left my blazer at the teams table and I've been dancing with Nate for a while, we met at a different event some time ago, he is very handsome, fun and flirty which is exactly what I need right now.

While I was dancing with Nate I had noticed Yoongi talking to a girl closely and smiling at her, sometimes her hand touching his arm and it didn't seem to bother him, that had triggered some jealousy out of me, he had been looking at Nate and I dancing a couple of times but seemed unbothered. I wonder what he felt. Now at the bar I give a glance towards the table and see the team dancing but he isn't there anymore, she isn't there anymore either. I start looking around wondering if maybe they left together and the thought of him with another girl just made my chest hurt.

Nate catches my attention passing me a shot of tequila I seriously needed. I need to get my head out of Yoongi and focus on having fun. Maybe if I sleep with Nate whatever it is I feel for Yoongi is going to pass. I down another shot and while dancing with Nate I signal the bartender to pour us two more shots, I dance sexily against his chest, we are making eye contact and his hands starts moving around my hips and his nose is tracing my neck. When I grab the next shot I feel my hand grabbed and my body pulled abruptly from Nate's. My shot has disappeared from my hand and when I look at who is grabbing my hand, my body freezes.

Yoongi chugs down the shot and I can sense some anger in his movements "I think you had enough drinks and I had enough of this show" he says nodding towards Nate and I. I wasn't wrong, his voice gives out some anger. He gives Nate a mean look and I try to pull my hand away from his  but stop when he grunts. "Don't test me!"

I signal a worried looking Nate that its okay to leave me alone with Yoongi and once he is gone I decide to confront Yoongi on his behavior. 

"That was my shot." I state with a serious tone.

"You didn't need it." he laughs if off with a smug face. He seems calmer now that Nate is gone.

"Is this a game to you?" My voice exasperated. "We have sex then you ignore me for a week, now you come here stealing my shot and cockblocking me like nothing happenedㅡ"

He closes the space between us pulling me towards him surprising me when I bump against his chest, his breath on my neck and his hand playing with the hem of my dress, making me very aware of how short it is. "Oh come on. I just wanted a shot and you happened to have one" he looks into my eyes and smiles shrugging his shoulders. Goosebumps spreading around my body when i feel the cool tip of his fingers gracing my skin.

"whatㅡ" I shake my head trying to get some clarity. Taking my hand away from him I pass him the second shot that was meant for Nate "Fine. Enjoy this one too. I will go find Nate, I'm sure he wont be a jerk after we fuck."

Anger reappears on Yoongi's ayes but I don't stay around for long. Once I see where Nate is standing I start walking straight towards him. When I am about to reach Nate, Yoongi grabs my arm and pulls me through set of curtains.

"Yoongi What the fuck?" My scream slightly covered by the loud music.

"What did you say in there?" he signal towards the room past the curtains. We are now standing in one of the private VIP rooms. It has dark drapes, a table and some sort of couch.

"Nothing. I said Nothing" My voice mustering strength, his hand is still wrapped around my arm tightly and I am trapped between the table and his body. He seems enraged.

"Oh nono, please repeat what you said in there. Something about fucking Nate?" His voice daring.

My god this man is driving me crazy but if he wants to play, I can play too. " I Simply stated a fact. Why? Jealous?"

He smirks and his hand drops to my thighs and he starts making his way to my middle. Lust taking his angers place. "Just so we are clear. Nobody Is touching you tonight except me." His words like a threat and his mouth drops to mine then he ravages me with a short but passionate kiss.  "Turn around and bend over" Confusion covers my eyes searching his face for any sign that he might be lying but find none so I do as I'm told. He spreads my legs and my core already wet as excitement rushes through my body! I can feel his hardened member against my core while he trails kisses around my back and starts pulling my dress up to my waist then takes my thong off . His hand caressing my thighs and making their way to my core. His fingers start to play with my clit and move around my folds. A moan escapes my lips and he takes that moment to insert tow fingers inside of me. "Yoongi...What if someone walks in?" I question I between moans. "I don't care." His tone gives me a rush of adrenaline because I actually don't think I care either, my orgasm was building and I just wanted to feel him inside of me, the idea of someone walking in on us was exiting. "I want you inside of meㅡ. Please Yoongi." His hands working magic in my core. "Do you?... I thought you wanted Nate" I could sense some anger in his voice at the mention of Nate's name and the idea that he could possibly be jealous made it all worth it. "NO.. I want you. I want to come on your dick. Yoongi pleaseㅡ"  I start then I reach my orgasm mid begging. It was glorious and while I'm trying to settle my breathing I feel the tip of his dick rubbing against my core and I push my butt  back to meet him, to feel him more. "My Greedy little whore" those words send a warm chill through me and I feel my orgasm build all over again. He pushes himself inside of me and I can help but yelp at the sensation of his big thick length stretching me out! He doesn't wait for me to adjust to his member before he starts thrusting and I thank him for it. I needed this. He spanks my ass but then stops gets out of me abruptly earning an unhappy groan from both of us at the sudden separation and my eyes fly open thinking that maybe we've been caught but instead he spins me around to face him. "I want to look at you. I want to see your face while you come on my dick" His voice sounds desperate as he sits me on the table I was bent over against a few second ago. He spreads my legs and pulls my hips to the edge of the table and towards him then fills me once again with his perfect member. The music is loud but we can hear each other panting and moaning, his hand is in my hair while mine are in his and he is burying himself inside of me fast and hard, we kiss like our life depends on it and I wish for this moment to never end. Both our orgasms are building and a couple of thrusts later  I feel him twitch and we are both coming undone while his forehead falls on my shoulder!

"I'll hold onto those" Yoongi smirks while putting my thong on his pants pocket then gives me a small kiss on the lips. I look at him, wanting to ask a simple question -what does this mean?- but I find that the words won't leave my mouth. we finish fixing ourselves and He looks at me for a few seconds before his mouth opens to say something but he closes it right after. "We should head back in..." I say "You go first." We smile at each other and I stay back composing myself while he exists and goes back to the party. A few minutes later a follow, walking to the bar and getting a drink, I can see Yoongi is at the end of the bar talking to a group of people, including that girl he was being close with before, they seem closer now and jealousy washes over me, we locked eyes but he quickly redirects his attention to the girl once more. I chug my drink then head to our table grab my coat  and say my goodbyes before heading back home. I am exhausted and confused. I don't know what to think now. -Should i consider this as part one of the plan completed? I wonder if what Yoongi and I did in that VIP room was part of Josie's plan-

Once I got home I showered and decided to order some food and watch some TV in my couch since it was still early and we had the day off tomorrow.  I check my phone wanting an update on my food delivery but aside from the update telling me my food is on its way I see two more messages.

23:18 Min Yoongi: Where are you?

23:30 Min Yoongi: I'm heading to your house now.

-WAIT WHAT????- he must have sent the first message while I was in the shower but now he is coming over.  Half way throw my panic I am standing in front of my couch not knowing what to do when suddenly I hear a loud knock on my door.

A.N: I hope you like this part. It is a little longer than the past ones but I couldn't shorten it any more. please leave any feedback and let me know if you guys want the next part. I am working on publishing once a week but it depends on the attention the posts get. Thank you very much lovelies.

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Businessman!Hyunjin x businesswoman!fem!reader

Adviser!Soobin x boss!fem!reader

Category: angst, fluff, smut Business Au

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

You were competitve, full of passion for winning.

'Can't fool me, even if you were the joker.' was your moto. A famous phrase that inspired many woman around the world.

Everyone knew about you. You could say you had a world-fame as a smartass.

'Gotta keep intelligence into beauty.'

Making it into the top five strongest woman around the world. Even tho you were very young. Your company was called: PlayGirl

Your name came from the famous PlayBoy.

'Getting all the boys to fall for the PlayGirl.'

Your company was about fashion, about elegant but also a wild fashion. A fashion for everyone, doesn't matter what age.

You were sitting at your desk, when someone knocked on your door.

'Come in.' you said.

One of your advicers came into your office. He had some papers in his hand and he looked a bit excited.

'Could i have some of your time?'

'Ofcourse Soonbin, what do you have for me here?'

'I had a great idea in mind, that could maybe bring the company in a more brighter spotlight.'

'I am listening.'

'I just came across a model, Hwang Hyunjin. He could be perfect for selling our new looks. What do you think?'

'Never heard of him, to be honest.'

'Never? You can look him up if you want to.'

'No need, if he is a selling-icon, i don't need to look. I trust you Soonbin, you are mine best adviser, go for it.' you smiled.

'Thank you for your trust miss I/N. I will take care of it right away!'

'Thats perfect, thank you.'

He left, you saw he was very excited about this. You don't even understand why. Its just a model.

Some minutes later after the interaction with Soobin, your bestfriend came running inside.

'Y/N, miss I/N. Is it true what i heard?'

'What did you hear now?'

'Is Hwang Hyunjin going to model for the company?'

'Yes indeed.'

She squeled from excitment.

'Why are you all so excited, its just a man.'

'Just a man?! Haven't you see him?'

'All models are handsome, it doesn't matter actually how he looks.'

'Yeah, okay, sure.' she said sarcastic.

'Shouldn't you work at the percentage's for today? Hmm, instead of simping for that man?'

'Yeah, i almost forgot.'

'Its okay, just go now.'

'Bye Y/NNNNN.'

Everyone is so enthousiast. Better enthousiast than depressive.

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'When is the meeting?'

'The meeting is at 5pm.' your assistent Danielle said.

'Perfect, thank you. Could you bring Min Yoongi with me?'

'Sure miss I/N. I will get him.'

'Thank you.'

You were walking with a straight back, towards the meeting-room. Your black heels clicking with every step. You opened the door and placed all the papers on the big table. Making everything readdy.

'Greetings I/N Y/N.'

'Hello Min. Are they alreaddy here?'

'Yes, your assistent is leading them here.'

'Okay good.'

'Could i get some coffee beforehand?'

'Ofcourse, you do not need to ask that.'

Yoongi went to the coffee-machine and make some coffee for himself. To keep him a little bit active and awake. You alreaddy heared Danielle talking to some people, it were them. You were sitting at the farest chair in the middel.

You saw a handsome man entering room. You could understand why he was a model, but he wasn't very skinny. He was build quit perfect, the perfect man, for the perfect job.

You went to shake hands with mister Hwang and his manager mister Know.

'Take a seat, Hwang Hyunjin and Lee Know.'

You and Min Yoongi were telling him information about the company and the fashion-line. The time he would come here and the time he could leave. Also, the most important part, the money.

Lee Know wanted him to get payed atleast 16 million. Hwang Hyunjin was beloved around many company's so it would be fair. The price was reasonable, so it was a deal. You could say, it would be a bigger win for your company than him.

He would be brought tommorow to look at the clothe's, the one's he would wear and his makeup-room ofcourse. The meeting went quit slowly. Lee Know was very difficult to be honest, but thats why you brought Min Yoongi with you. He was your cold-partner in crime, with a soft side for close friends.

He dealed with Lee Know, he wasn't very different from the other managers who he had dealed with in the past.

'That was easy.' Min said.

'As easy as can be.'

'You should keep an eye on that Hwang Hyunjin.'

'How come?'

'I heard he is a playboy. He has one nightstands with other woman.'

'Do not be scared, he cannot play his card with me.'

'I have the full trust in you, but not about the other woman here around.'

'I will keep an eye on him, do not worry.'

'He was alreaddy flirting with your assistent, i heard.'

'I will make sure she won't be hurt by his flirting.'

'If you say so I/N Y/N.'

'If i say so, it will.'

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'Goodmorning Hwang Hyunjin.'

'Goodmorning I/N Y/N.'

You were waiting for him, for about five minutes. Today he was wearing a tight suit, it looked very good. Two of his buttons were undo, so you could get a glance of his chest.

You were giving him a small tour. Also giving him the key to his own room. Just so he could get some privacy. You also showed him the new summer collection. He loved the clothe's. He picked his favorite one's out, he had a good taste.

He tried to flirt with you sometime's, but you always managed to escape his gentle words. He wasn't used to it. He was prince Charming, he could get everyone to beg for him, or so he thought.

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Some weeks passed, and he loved the company. He really wanted to stay modeling here. Like you don't know the real reason behind it. You could see his many adventure's on the security-camera's. It got you sometime's horny, but you always brushed the thoughts away.

One time you could even hear it. It was evening, and you thought you were alone in the building. Just checking a bit around, making sure everything was correct and right. Also planning some evenements. Suddenly you heard from the other side of the wall a girl moaning.

'Ah-h, Hyuijniee, f-faster.' you were a tiny bit shocked.

You could hear knock on the wall. He was problably fucking her against the wall.

'Baby patients.' their voice's filling the building.

You could hear their moans, the skin-slapping, it was very very difficult to focus on your work while they were doing another type of 'work'.

You felt how your pussy got wet of those sounds. You slipped your hand into your panties and started to rub your clit. How louder they got, how faster you rubbed. You threw your head back and were softly moaning.

You started to go faster and faster, untill you came with a soft whimper. You felt a bit disgusted, but you couldn't help yourself. He was still banging her, so you had an idea, a very funny idea. You went to the hallway and clicked the lights on. Leaning against the wall with a smirking face, waiting for them to go outside.

The door opened softly. You saw Hyunjin coming outside with a girl. The girl froze and went pale.

'Oh hello, you two had fun?'

No word escaped their mouths, nothing. What could they possibly say in this kind of situation?

'It is very difficult to concentrate on mine work, if i hear banging on mine wall.'

'Mine apologies miss.' she said looking towards the floor.

'You do not need to apologies. Next time, go some departments lower.'

You left them both to stunned to speak, in the hallway. Caught by your boss, thats embarassing, you thought. The cleaner of the company would problaby gossip about this evenement. The cleaner was the gossip-king of the building. He knew everything about everyone...

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Some days pasted, and you were ignoring you famous model Hyunjin. It was very weird to look at him the same way, even tho it didn't make any difference. You caught him like hunderd time's on the security camera.

You were a bit mad, not because he was fooling around with other girls, no. You were a bit mad because he was fooling around with your girls. Your hard working girls, just getting used by a guy. You alreaddy told your assistent to stay away from him. You were very protective about her, Danielle. She was like a little sister to you.

'Tell me if he ever try's to seduce you, okay?'

'Yes i will.'

'Promise?'

'Promise.'

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One day, you had enough from it. From all the tape's you had from him. One evening, you went to talk to him.

'Could you send mister Hwang to mine office, before you leave?' you asked Danielle.

'Ofcourse miss.'

'Thank you.'

Maybe a couple minutes later he stood in your office.

'Thank you Danielle, you can go home now.'

'Thank you miss.'

She left.

'Take a seat.'

He seated himself infront of you.

'Could you explain why you are fooling around with all mine hardworkers?'

'I don't know what you are talking about.'

'We have security camera's everywhere, Hyunjin.' you said

'I check the tape's of the camera's everyday.'

'So you looked at them, all of them?'

'Not to sound disgusting, but yes i did.'

'You liked it?'

'Excuse me?'

'You liked what you saw?'

'I am not answer that question.'

'So you didn't?'

'Never said that.'

'So you did, you did like them.'

'Also never said that.'

'I know you are stessed, i could relieve all your stress.'

'Not interested.'

'You sure about that?'

When was the last time you had some fun? Maybe 3 years ago? You didn't remember anymore.

You stood up and walked over were he was sitting. You grabbed his face and kissed him. Pulling him into a heated kiss. Devoring him with your tongue. Many moans left his mouth. You undid his belt, pulling his pants and underwear off.

His long fingers went into your panties. Playing with your clit fast. You did your panties off, throwing them on the floor. You started to rub him off. Making sure he was hard.

He was still seated on the chair. You positioned yourself on his dick, slowly sinking into him. You both choked on a moan. You started to bounce on his dick slowly. His hands were going under your blouse, he massaged your breasts with both hands.

He started to unbutton your blouse. Seeing your white bra made him more horny. He pulled your bra up, getting more acces to your breasts. He licked and sucked on it. You were bouncing faster and faster on his dick. He started to kiss your chest, your shoulder, everywhere he could reach.

You both were exploring eachothers body. Your hands touched his hear, abs, muscels, arms, chest, everything. He grabbed your chin and gave you sloppy kisse's. Kissing your jaw, going to your neck. Sucking the skin there, leaving hickey's behind.

His hups were bucking in you, trying to make it go faster. Your back arched, you orgasm was very close, his to. You both still kept going faster and faster, untill you felt his cum throbbing inside your pussy. You came soon after. Resting your forehead on his. You could feel how sweatty he was under you. Even his forehead was sweatty.

His strong arms wrapped around your body. He started to kiss your chest again. You layed your head on his shoulder, stroking his hair.

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For some days, you didn't saw any tape's of him with other woman. Untill today. You were over-working again, checking the security camera's again. Your heart sank into the floor. You saw him again with another woman.

You don't even know why you were so hurt. It wasn't like you were in love with him, but still. Something in your body broke. You smashed your laptop closed. Laying your head on your desk.

Sobbing a bit. Suddenly tears came rolling on your cheek like a waterfall. You hated him so much, even tho you weren't even in a relationship. Still, he used you in a moment you were the weakest, and he left you alone as the weakest.

You bonked your head on your desk. Your adviser came into your office, when he saw you laying with your head on your desk.

'Miss? Is everything alright?'

You looked up, tears falling of your chin. Your eyes were red and they hurted. He came running towards you. Wrapping his arms around you.

'What happend?'

You didn't say anything, you just sobbed in his arms.

'Shh.' he comforted you.

He was gently stroking your hair. You leaned into his chest. Sitting like this for a while.

'You want to tell me what happend.' he asked.

You slowly reached out for your computer, opening the tab with the tape of the security camera. He was looking for a moment and then he looked again back at you. He didn't even need any explination to know what happend.

'Everything is alright, shh.' his arms now fully wrapping around your body.

Swinging you like a baby from the left to the right. Your head layed on his shoulder. You turned your head to look at his neck. You gently kissed it before falling asleep. His heart started to beat faster when he felt your tongue on his neck. It made you smile weakly.

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After that experience's with Soobin, you grew closer to him. When you saw him you immediatly walked up to him. Talking to him and softly touching his arms.

Hyunjin started to notice your interaction with Soobin. He was starting to get jealous. Trying to follow you around, but you just ignored him.

Soobin was smart, he was a gentlemen and you sometime's imagines him playing with kids. He would be a great father.

You started to work harder during the daytime so you could go be alone with him at night.

'Are you readdy to go?' Soobin asked. Hyunjin was glancing at you two, looking from you to him.

'Yeah, i am done, packed everything important.' you winked at him.

Hyunjin saw you entering Soobin's car. He started to get jealous and he had rage in his body. But you didn't mind it, his emotions are his, his feelings are his. It didn't matter.

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You were pinned against the matress, naked. Laying under Soobin. His kisse's were soft, his finger were gentel. He was pumping into you slowly, making sure you were comfortable with every pace. He stroked your cheek.

He whispered encouraging words into your ear.

'You are doing great baby.'

'I love you so much.'

You loved to feel his sweatty body against yours. You loved him, you couldn't imagine a world without him anymore. After you both came, he took care of you. He cleaned everything up and you two showered together.

You two were laying in bed, his arms wrapped around your waist. Your face snuggeled into his chest. His warmth made you relax within seconds.

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You never talked again anymore about Hyunjin. He sometime's tried to interact with you, but you always walked past him. He didn't excist for you anymore. Just a lump of air.

You and Soobin made your relationship official and public. You two were always attached to eachother.

After two months, Hyunjin decided to leave the company for another. It didn't matter to you. You immediatly hired other models. Like Lee Felix or Kang Haerin. They represented the new PlayGirl and PlayBoy of the company.

After some months you annouced your pregnancy. It immediatly came into the covers. You life was full of joy again. It felt good.

You maybe lost your prince, but you found your king.

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[soraviie]

you're oblivious.txt

━ type: bts x gn! reader  ━ masterlist

━ about: fluff + crack  ━  pictures taken from Pinterest

━ a/n: lowkey inspired by a video of Hoseok being oblivious to BTS. Literary wise is not that complicated but it's humourous

━ previously posted on soraviii

NAMJOON:

sAVE HIM

Literally 

He’s struggling so bad bro it’s not even funny 

Fights the battle against your ignorance on two sides

By night, he’s your suave secret admirer, leaving behind finely crafted letters of adoration that would put the brightest of the Romantic Age into a second grave

By day, he’s fucking shitting himself

Knees weak, palms sweaty, mom’s spaghetti 

“This is made of silk,” he tugs at his own shirt during a short elevator ride

“Hmm,” comes your reply and from the gleam in your eye, he might just bear this suspicion you’re orbiting Mars right now

Alas he can’t stop

Because Holy SHIT! You’re here! Hi!

(truthfully, in the beginning, he was somehow much more put together, wowing you with sleazy smiles, breathy laughs and all the glory of that fuckboy gene that sleeps somewhere in his DNA but after that flew over your head and he listened to a podcast about the scarcity of sincere romantic gestures and the respect of polite admiration, the attempts to seduce you grow exponentially worse with time)

“It’s not velvet because it doesn’t feel velvety. Or tweed. Because obviously, it’s not…tweedy.”

“I see,” you conclude, dead to the world. “Have a nice day, Mr Kim.”

Watches you leave, bites on his fist, bites on his shirt, sulks the day away

plEASE just let him talk to you, I beg

Wants to hear your opinion, your insights, what you like and dislike, everything

Thus he tries to break the ice by initiating the dumbest subjects

“Grape?” he leans against the table, a total playboy. “Thoughts?”

“Of a singular grape?” you clarify

He sweats. “yEah.”

“None,” you reply flatly

So think a teenage boy with a crush but more wholesome

If he’s ever seen talking to you and/or trying to subtly touch you (which is another thing on its own) know that the last twenty minutes were spent shitting, screaming, vomiting

Ah! The Touching!

Tries to be subtle and casual - a hand over your shoulder because of some vague reasons, plays with your clothes a lot while pointing out this looks pretty on you 

HAND! ON! LOWER! WAIST!

The excuse is he’s just guiding you where you need to be 

And where you need to be is in his arms

And his bed he's actually so horny for you damn checking out left and right and then feeling conflicted over it because as a man...!

All this circus is, of course, detrimental to everyone’s mental health 

It is deeply painful to watch

Yoongi probably goes around citing the long-term health damage this inflicts upon him 

In the end, Namjoon is ousted by someone in the group. Anonymously but still the e-mail “Go out with Namjoon, he’s the one writing the letters. You have 24 hours.” is accompanied by “sent from Jimin’s iPhone”

YOONGI:

What have you done

You’ve created a monster!

When the saccharine first stage of catching feelings is gone with no results, honey boy, shyly twitching and squirming at every sentence, smiling softly at you in the distance, is no longer

This is Min Yoongi a.k.a. Agust D a.k.a. don’t wear converse a.k.a. the infamous Tokyo deliverer

Because, yes, Yoongi is not the stone-cold bastard everyone thinks he is, he’s actually a caring, considerate man interested in the simple life not the grand scheme of the universe

But you must remember - what Yoongi wants, Yoongi gets

You’ve ever seen shameless Min Yoongi?

Lord

He will not give a single shit

Will sit in your lap even with 1000 chairs available, invites you to dinner all the time with some handwavy excuse

Turns into his version of a whore (wears one layer instead of three)

(tight, white t-shirts displaying the Min Buffgi agenda, hello)

Points at a tattoo parlour and says you should get each other’s names engraved then he sort of laughs but does he??

Has  created a ship name for you and does bring it up at any moment he pleases to be fit which is coincidentally all the time

Definitely says “this is because I like you” in passing

But all in all, you can sEE it in HIS EYES!

They sparkle! 

Requests your presence like a tyrannical king if he’s feeling down

Gives you probably weirdly affectionate names like “heater” or “vitamin water” meaning you make him warm and energized

Sorry, he just can’t get anything like “honey” past his lips so “solar panel” it is

To keep you around him longer plays his favourite version of the game "two truths one lie" which is "all lie, pure shit"

Basically says the most blatantly untrue shit so you would sit and debate that coconuts in fact do not migrate due to birds

Sometimes he's still not up to talk and wants to just submerge himself in the music but even so, oftentimes he's okay with you chilling on the couch doing your own thing

Basically having a crush for him means wanting head pats and then doing the absolute most to receive them (while taking good care of you in turn)

JIN: 

Clings

He doesn't usually do that so that's how everyone knows something's up

Back hugs because it’s cold, back hugs because it’s warm, it’s raining in Madagascar, he doesn’t care

Paradoxically, says the most ego-inflated things whilst sweltering red like a forest fire

“Look at me, haven’t I passed even my normal rate of attractiveness? I’m definitely 12 today,” says he whilst pushing hair out of his forehead, thus showcasing the flaming ears

He will NOT! have anyone embarrass him during this crucial time!

If any one of these degenerates opens their foul fucking mouth to spill the practice conversation he had between himself and the mirror, he will kICK THEM INTO THE SUN!

Lame, couple puns

All the time

Neverending

He has to rehash them after a while

Really wants to make you laugh :(

Wants your compliments so bad, he's fishing for them every second of the day

hehe fishing get it because he likes to fish

“Doesn’t this shirt match my hair?” he asks

“Hmm. You look like a grapefruit.”

Turns away in shame, palm over mouth

Definitely hands RJ so you could watch over him

It’s his child so he wants only the most elite care and seeing you play with the plush has him melting in heart-shaped goo

Ooo! Smooth Jin has entered the station! He’s boarding the train! Look at him go!

Whispers in your ear, establishes his dominance over the seat next to you, makes up the most random bullshit for you to touch him - can you adjust this, adjust that, could you help him brush his hair etc.

Oh, and if you don’t take proper care of yourself, he activates his strict care mode

You know those moments when Jin becomes The Eldest? Hot

“All life is precious,” says with a frown but one born out of worry standing in front of you, arms on hips as you sit there with your head hung low. “Your’s even more so don’t be careless with it.”

But after scolding he treats you either via food or by saying he's just worried for you

Definitely offers to do something for you and throws fake tantrums about it

"Ah, __________, I can't believe you're making me pay for this meal!"

"I'm not ??? I can pay for my own share if your rich ass is so stingy."

Pouts to the max -

"Yah, you don't think I can take care of you?! Yah, you're underestimating me. Oh, ____________ you won't be underestimating ever again!"

HOSEOK:

Doesn’t embarrass himself quite as much as the rest 

He’s actually kinda chill about it

Perhaps because he’s been the oblivious one in the past and he’s reserved himself

And he doesn’t want to overwhelm you or make you uncomfortable

One word that comes to mind - solid

(not that, you pervert)

Trustworthy you know

Offers a ride everywhere whenever he can especially from home to work and back

Do you need something? He’s got it. Do you want extra help? He’ll do it

You're sad?

He'll cheer you up in no time

So really becomes like your rock

Starts nonsensical conversations as well but unlike Namjoon he actually succeeds

“This one they had in pink last year, it was all over Instagram. How is it purple now?”

“Dunno,” you look at the flowers. “Maybe different species. Maybe they repainted them. Purple is trendy right now.”

“Haha, borahae.”

Then plucks one flower and tugs it behind your ear

“There. Pretty.”

Feeds you a lot, really attentive

Doesn’t really care what you see him as for now - a friend or a helpful guy - as long as you’re living good, he’s happy :’)

The only thing giving away his crush is the constant playing with his ears to alleviate nervousness

And the handmade jewellery, for sure has by now given you ten to twelve handmade bracelets which he nearly passed away when gifting

Whenever he sees them on your wrists gets ultra shy but happy cause this might actually happen in due time

JIMIN:

Did I say save Namjoon? Save this guy

You don’t know what his deal is? He doesn’t either

Know of his duality? Prepared to be exposed to it on a rhythmic rotation from here on out

Was he just yesterday, playing with your earring, whispering in a sultry, whiny tone:

“Why don’t you like me, __________?”

“I do like you.”

“You could like me a bit more. I would really like it if you would.”

And is he now, on this fine fucking day, hiding behind Namjoon whispering into his ear to tell you you’re doing a great job?!

Yes. 

He’s feeling shy today :(

Lingering touches all the time

It’s a scientific fact published in the new issue of an international medical journal - if he’s going ten minutes without touching you, his kidneys, lungs, stomach and tendons experience abrupt and painful deterioration 

So you better get your ass here asap :)

He’s stretching? Somehow hugging you. You’re sitting? His hand is on your thigh

HAND! ON! THE! THIGH!

It's like an entirely new brand of love for him and there are many different flavours to this

Calming, comforting, jealous, they’re mine back off

Cutely annoys you for attention

Like standing in the doorway, asking you 1000 times if he’s cute or not, sing songs your name for no reason

Oh my god, mentions your name at random times of the day, sometimes while singing, sometimes improvising a tune, sometimes just underneath his breath

You're always on his mind, so naturally, it sits on his tongue all the time as well

A stream nay an ocean of compliments, not just to you but to everyone whose listening

Or is forced to listen

Like Taehyung whose ear he has yapped off already

Because to him, you are the best and everyone else should also think that

“Hey, isn’t ___________ so cool these days?” “You always look so bright!” “Thank you, _____________, you’re an angel! We can be a fairy angel duo!”

And then the other shoe drops

Shameless Jimin is a menace and a half

Biting his lips, laughing breathily, sorta being a dom

“Don’t pout, _________, brats don’t get awards” :)

“You should look only at me, got it” :)

Just really sweet, cute, menacing, really caring and attentive if you’re feeling down

Oh and lest we forget his special soft whiny voice! In full throttle when you’re around

“_________, we should be around each other for a very long time.”

TAEHYUNG: 

:)

:)

:)

Does this seem menacing? Because Taehyung is

Where does one even start with this little shit?

Says the most heinous, out-of-pocket shit. 

“__________, I want to see what our children would look like.”

And if you somehow manage to not see it, when Taehyung is as subtle as the asteroid that plunged Earth into the Ice age, that’s fine he’s just going to be even bolder :)

Treats it almost like a game

The more oblivious you are, the more he’ll hammer through the walls of blindness :) don’t worry :) he’ll succeed next time :)

Unlike Jimin who probably has a laugh of “how they’re so blind”, his laugh says “you’re so cute :) I’ll get you next time”

Gift giving!

Waffles, flowers, little jewellery brought with no excuse or explanation

Always ropes you into doing something together, even if it’s something silly

He’s confident but it is warm and yeah kind of cocky but with no malice behind it

It’s like he’s oozing a pink romantic light from within

Watches out for you, like proper gentleman stuff - walks on the side of the road in case of splashes, pulls out the chair, waits for you to finish work to accompany you home 

But no personal space you just have to live with it

If there’s music can and will dance with you ranging from a slow waltz to nuzzling you whilst swaying

Definitely does weird things like if you bump into something, he must “inspect the damage” which means sitting you down and lowkey and respectfully admiring you and softly touching you (in appropriate places, you pervs)

If he annoys you so much, you threaten to put him in a chokehold, he looks like a man in the gate of Heaven

Honey, darling, lovely is a must

Has his gallery full of pictures of you (taken consensually) though I always imagine them as being super blurry

He's a blurry sorta guy

Says he misses you a lot even if you haven't gone anywhere

Definitely has had a conversation about your past lives and that you must have met at some point

He’s persistent but not in a creepy way, only does this much because he sees you being oblivious but not weirded out by all these gestures

Definitely and 100% insists that his angel brought you to him 

JUNGKOOK:

If there wouldn’t be a child protection squad engaged at all times, he would have already snapped his neck trying to impress you

Giggles a lot!

Sort of jokes about it

Like if you somehow end up lying next to each other, he will say something like “oo the air changes, it’s becoming heavy”

Definitely adds your gestures to the infinite list to mimic

But genuinely does pick up your habits because he’s watching you a lot

Protective! To the max!

If you’re scared of anything, anything at all, be it a stranger or a moth, he’ll be there to avert the threat

Calls you his dog’s other parent for sure and instructs Bam especially to protect you

Very cuddly once he gets to know you

At first not really talkative mostly just reacts to you, laughing along your jokes, commenting on how good you’re doing something but then asks for your opinions, invites you to play games and such

If you’re mad at him - the literal impersonation of 🥺

Holds your hand while walking sometimes and then teases himself for it???

Who knows what goes on in that head

Gets jealous and definitely glares if someone is trying to make moves even if you’re not together

Afterwards, he pouts and whines

"They're not even that great. I can do all that and more"

Does and promises to do stupid things to impress you, like if you need to move a table, he’ll definitely bust through the wall and say all cool like “I can get it by myself, don’t worry” only to strain his muscles 

Shows off his tattoos and if you want to get one as well will be so enthusiastic, you’ll get the best parlour in the city, the most thorough care afterwards provided by him of course

At times when he’s talking and you turn to look at him, his brain stops and there’s audible error noise coming behind those eyes

Sometimes he stutters when speaking to you, especially if trying to be smooth but he’s doing his best

Actually, he's the hottest when he's not trying

Like he's driving you back home, music on the low playing all sexy and he's like clicking his tongue while leaning back into the seat

And that does something to your brain, breaks through the wall and surmises a point that this dude is actually kind of hot

And he's taking special care of you

He then turns and chuckles taking in your wide eyes

"Do I have something on my face?" he asks. "Or have you begun liking me, ____________?"

You blush and look out the window

"It's nothing"

He doesn't push further but secretly hopes to high heaven you do

Has told about you indirectly to his mom by asking questions about how people like to be wooed

But then definitely has that shy smile when she teases him about it

© soraviii/soraviie 2022-2023

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Rope Bunny || ‘Helping Hands’ Halloween Special

Pairing: Caretaker! Yoongi x Kindergarten teacher! Reader

Genre: Fluff || Smut || Established Relationship || Non-idol AU

Summary: Yoongi had never been too fond of Halloween. Hated that one tacky day of the year with every fibre of his being. All it takes however, is your little surprise to convince him that maybe, just maybe, Halloween isn't all that bad.

Word Count: 7.3k (i don’t know what happened)

Tags/ warnings: fluff, smut in the forms of: bondage, reader get's tied to the bed, vaginal fingering, penetrative protected sex (because that's cool), slight dacryphilia, playboy bunny costume, implied predator/prey play, implied pet play, aftercare, halloween slander, ew they're still in love

Notes: this can be read as a stand-alone without reading the first part of this mini-series! however you can read ‘helping hands’ here! as minor references are made.

for my love, @4amj3zz who i love with all my heart <3 thank you for the playboy bunny idea!

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It was no secret that Min Yoongi hated Halloween. The holiday—if you could even call it that—was a waste of time and money.

Halloween was a poor excuse to spend too much money on tacky decorations, and an easy excuse for candy makers to profit off one singular night each year. Frauds if you asked him.

Yoongi had never understood why parents let their children stumble from door to door in goofy costumes, asking for an inexplainable amount of sugar from strangers; the whole agenda a little backwards when ‘stranger danger’ is drilled into our heads as children. And now, kids have enough candy to give themselves a sugar high until Christmas rolls around, and an equally questionable Santa Clause fills their stockings with enough chocolate until the easter bunny comes.

He never understood why parents would buy a new, tacky looking costume each year when maybe they could be saving up for their child’s college tuition fees. And don’t get him started on adults dressing up. Min Yoongi was convinced that Halloween was the only night a year adults could dress in skimpy outfits, and no one would bat an eye. And a few too many sleazy men get a couple of hours of eye-candy to keep their imaginations running wild for the next couple of nights.

Now, Yoongi isn’t one to judge what others like to wear. He doesn’t feel it’s fair to judge, when he rotates the same 4 black shirts each week and might change it up with a new colour when you beg him to match outfits. Yoongi’s issue lies with the fact that it was the end of October.

The cusp of winter.

Where each night should be spent sat in front of the heater with stupid amounts of coffee (or in your case, hot chocolate) and a nice, cosy blanket wrapped around both your shoulders while a movie plays as you run your cold toes down his legs.

He wonders if cases of pneumonia or frostbite are at an all-time high on the 31st of October with the way some people dress themselves.

However, the absolute bane of Yoongi’s existence is all the pumpkin flavoured crap that nearly every franchise in the country liked to overprice in the month of October.

No, he didn’t want a pumpkin spice latte. No, he didn’t want the pumpkin tart instead of your usual sugared doughnut and his tiramisu.

It was Yoongi’s downfall when he was buying food for Holly, and suddenly the pet shop owner had asked if he wanted pumpkin favoured treats for his dog. Yoongi loved Holly as much as he loved you but he’s more than certain his puppy couldn’t give a flying fuck about a pumpkin flavoured biscuit.

The one thing that Yoongi did like about Halloween, however, was the excuse to watch scary movies. You on the other hand couldn’t stand them, burying your head underneath his arms when anything remotely spooky came up on the TV of an evening. So unfortunately, Yoongi hadn’t gotten his adrenaline rush as of late with a few too many trashy thrillers.  

“How do I look?” you give your boyfriend a twirl, black dress flaring around your thighs prettily.

Yoongi just blinks up at you, trying to ignore the pointed hat you’re wearing that grates at his eyes.

“What are you supposed to be?” he asks, raking his gaze down your body. Any excuse to give you a once-over.

“A witch obviously” you roll your eyes, if the spiderweb tights, hat and cape weren’t enough of a give-away.

“Isn’t that… basic?” Yoongi dares to ask and your shoulders slump forwards.

“Yes, but I don’t think a bunch of 4-year-olds are going to know who I am if I dress up as… I don’t know, MJ”

“MJ?”

“From Spiderman, Yoongi. We’ve watched all 8 movies, plus the animated one”

“If you were MJ does that make me Spiderman?” Yoongi drawls and you sigh.

“No” you shake your head and Yoongi’s eyebrows furrow, “You don’t believe in Halloween, so you don’t get the privilege to be my Spiderman.”

Yoongi scoffs at that, no real venom in his expression as he watches you fix your hair in the vanity mirror.

“Oh” you turn to look at your boyfriend, “Don’t forget to pick up that package at the post office after work today either, okay?”

Yoongi nods, puckering his lips for a kiss. You oblige, leaning down so the brim of your hat brushes the top of Yoongi’s head as your lips press against his own.

“Love you” he whispers, breath fanning your lips in the way where goosebumps prickle the skin of your arms.

“Love you more!” you smile, “And, don’t be late tonight. Remember I have a surprise!” you giggle, and Yoongi would have been a little more worried if you hadn’t been so happy. On more than one occasion you’d tried to surprise your boyfriend; once trying to cook a three-course meal, however you hadn’t known cans can’t go in the microwave. That had led to your boyfriend having to work over the weekend to replace the wretched utility machine.

He smiles as you skip out of the bedroom, chunky boots thumping on the hardwood floor as you flit around the house for anything you may have forgotten last minute. Even though your boyfriend had made sure to pack your work bag the night before, since he knew you could be a little slow in the mornings and he knew you didn’t need the added stress.

<3

Yoongi’s foot taps impatiently, dull pat pat pat of his sneakers bouncing off the walls as he leans against the post office’s desk. Fingers numb as he scrolls through his phone, weather bitter outside the heated post office. The old man that was at front of house had wandered out back to get his package and seemed to be taking his sweet, sweet time riffling through piles of unclaimed mail.

Yoongi’s phone lights up, a message from you; asking what time he would be home because you’d gotten his surprise all ready. And no matter how much Yoongi loved you, he was still a little sceptical of what your surprise could be.

You had never been good at keeping secrets, always blurting out little hints which would evidently lead to him to your little plots, only to act like he never knew what you were up to when the time came for you to surprise him. Because your smile was worth a little acting if it meant he got to see you looking so happy. Like he had been the one to surprise you, and of course he’d reward you with a sweet kiss that always made your cheeks flush the prettiest pink.

[4:56 pm]

My love:

Yoongs how long will you be? I’ve finished setting up your surprise and I’m getting impatient :’(

[4:57 pm]

Yoonie:

Soon, the old guy that works here is slow.

[4:57 pm]

My love:

:(

He should really get someone to help him with all those packages…

Maybe we could help

[4:58 pm]

Yoonie:

You barely have time to take care of yourself. There’s a flyer on the door saying they’re hiring; a few high school kids will probably start applying soon now that the holidays are almost here.

<3

Yoongi takes a look at your package. You hadn’t told him what you’d bought but from the looks of things it was from that little doggy clothing shop you loved. If Yoongi thought he spoiled Holly too much, don’t get him started on you.

He doesn’t bother pulling his keys from the back of his jeans, knowing you were home, instead he knocks.

Only to be answered with silence.

Yoongi knocks on the door again, no stranger to your habit of dancing around the bedroom with your music blasting through his speakers as you tidy up the mess, you’d made during your morning rush.

Only to once again be faced with nothing.

He leans his ear against the door, cold wood numbing his cheek as he narrows his eyes, hoping to hear any sound coming from the apartment.

Assuming the best, he guesses you’d forgotten to pick something up at the shops and decided a little early evening walk was now squeezed into your meticulously planned Halloween schedule.

Get home. Clean while Yoongi picks up package. Cook together. Bathe together. Maybe watch a Halloween movie, only if it isn’t scary. Roast marshmallows on the balcony. Read together. Brush teeth together. Wear matching pjs. Get the fluffy blanket for bed from the dryer. Talk about each other’s plans for tomorrow. Maybe sleep.

Yoongi easily slips his pair of keys from his pocket, the jingling bouncing off the walls of the empty hallway. And he hears the neighbour’s dog bark at the sound.

The lights are on when he pushes the door open with his foot. Your work shoes neatly placed on the rack, an empty space for his own sneakers to sit comfortably beside your own.

“Y/n?” he calls out, kicking the door closed behind him, “You home, my love?”

He hears shuffling from the other room, your silk bedsheets ratting you out that you’re home.

Yoongi dumps the brown box onto the couch, the little pattering of Holly’s feet bringing his attention to the floor as he kicks his shoes off.

Yoongi bends down, pulling a strip of tissue paper from the dog’s mouth. “Gross. You can’t eat that.”

He pokes his head into the kitchen, the dog’s bowl still half full of dinner, so you hadn’t forgotten to feed him. But it seemed his little dog had gotten distracted in the process of his meal, and you may be the main culprit. Yoongi didn’t even know what to think. For the first time since you’d started dating, you had kept a secret, and he didn’t have an inkling of what it could be.

Were you proposing?

That was meant to be his job. He had the ring and everything.

He just hadn’t worked up the guts to ask you yet.

What if you really were proposing? Should he say yes and then tell you he also had an engagement ring? Or should he say no?

That would be stupid.

He wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, but he wanted his proposal to be more than perfect.

Not that you wouldn’t make it perfect.

What if he said no and you got the wrong idea?

What if you decided to break up with him?

God knows what he would do if that were to happen.

Maybe you weren’t proposing…

But your surprise.

It wasn’t dinner, he knew that much. You hadn’t set the table, nor was there any food simmering on the stove.

Maybe you’d bought ugly matching pyjamas again.

But what if you were proposing?

He wanders towards your bedroom; a slice of dim orange lamp light coats the floor in its heady glow from where the bedroom door is slightly cracked open.

And Yoongi stands there for a moment as he hears you hum to yourself; and his new assumption is that you’re probably lying-in bed as you watch something from your phone, headphones plugged in as he hears nothing more than your voice.

Maybe you’d forgotten all about your little surprise and although you’d been hyping him up all day, with teasing glances across the cafeteria at lunch, and light brushes of your fingers over his chest as he passed you in the halls; Yoongi would much rather you have forgotten your little proposal if it meant he could be the one to get down on one knee.

However.

Yoongi feels as though time stops when he pushes the bedroom door open.

There you are, sprawled out on your stomach, legs kicking up behind you as you rest your chin the palms of your hands. Open book long forgotten, the pages flipping closed by themselves. You hadn’t bothered to crack the spine, design too pretty to tamper with, and although later you’ll whine about losing your page, maybe even blame it on your boyfriend, right now the look on Yoongi’s face was funny enough for you not to care. Whatever little love story you’d been invested in suddenly meaningless as you look into Yoongi’s eyes, love and lust mingled into one as he stares at you, mouth agape.

And you wonder if you’d ever seen Yoongi make such an expression during the course of your relationship.

It’s not often you splurge on an outfit for the bedroom; truthfully Yoongi had never been all that bothered. You could be wearing a chunky sweater and sweats for all he cared, and he would still get bricked up at just the thought of you, with what you hide beneath layers of clothes. Though, it was never an unwelcomed surprise when you did choose to go and buy something that makes you feel a little prettier than usual.

“Is that a playboy bunny costume?” he gapes, eyes glued to the delicate black ears that sit prettily atop of your head. Frilly little collar and bow snug around your neck with matching little cuffs that encase your pretty wrists. The epitome of sex. All his. And god, did Yoongi love you.

He thinks you put all the other playboy bunny models to shame as you smile up at him, warm orange glow cast over your face in a way that makes Yoongi think you look almost angelic. Almost, if it weren’t for the skimpy little outfit you had on, that did wonders to highlight every part of your body that Yoongi loves most. Though he supposes it covered your pretty little pussy too much for his liking, nothing his fingers can’t fix.

“Yep!” you smile, “Surprise!” your radiant smile a little too innocent for what was about to happen.

Yoongi opens his mouth, only to close it. His extensive vocabulary, years of studying a thesaurus for lyrics that flow like poems suddenly evaporating to nothing more than the image of you dressed so prettily in his bed.

His eyes flit back up to your ears, lacy and black and they just looked so perfect on you. And it leaves Yoongi wondering if some part of him liked your little bunny ears more than he should, something primal vibrating in his chest with the need to just defile you, with how soft and round and absolutely perfect you look, a pretty little bunny all his for the taking.

“Did I really make you speechless?” you ask, eyes wide with wonder and Yoongi can only be baffled at how good you’d been able to keep this a secret.

Yoongi had always been a man of few words, and over time you’d been good at deciphering his wants without him having to open his mouth but this, this Yoongi, whose head looked empty apart from you, was something new.

“Seems so” he takes a few steps towards the bed, unintentionally hesitant as he wonders where to touch, “Oh fuck—” he groans, head tipping back, “is that a tail?” he gapes, shameless as he watches your butt wiggle. Hand pulling his jeans away from his crotch, blood rushing south as he just stares. Enamoured by the little ball of fluff that sits perfectly above your pert behind.

“It’s really soft. Wanna touch?” your index finger toys with your bottom lip, shiny with gloss and little plumper from where you’d been biting it.

Yoongi kneels on the edge of the bed, tips of his fingers brushing over the faux fur tail. His hands trail downwards, index finger running over your covered core; feeling it pulse as he applies a little more pressure. Chocked groan catching in his throat as he feels the material dampen under his careful touch.  

“Was this your idea?” He asks, ignoring your evident frown when he pulls his hand away from where you needed it most. Instead choosing to run it through his hair, grown out from when you’d first started dating, and perfect for you to pull when he makes home between your thighs.

“Someone at work brought up the idea” you tell him honestly, legs still kicked up behind you; the flex of your thighs entirely mesmerising to Yoongi that you can only wonder if your boyfriend was actually listening.

“You didn’t have to do this you know” Yoongi leans down to run his nose along the length of your jaw, the vanilla perfume he’d bought you on your birthday making him smile. Though you didn’t smell like him, he had been the one to pick out the scent, so he supposes it sates that little possessiveness he has over you when you aren’t together.

“Do you not like it? I thought it would be fun, especially since it’s Halloween” you say, albeit a little distracted as Yoongi presses open mouth kisses along the apples of your cheek, painting them ruby red with your own natural blush. Yoongi’s kisses always did make you flustered, he had never been very shy with his tongue, and he made sure you knew it.

“I like it. Fuck that—I love it. I just don’t want you doing anything you’re uncomfortable with” he whispers, continuing his onslaught of wet kisses, though he now trails them down the length of your bare neck. Addicted to the taste of your skin, making sure it glistened with his saliva.

“I’m okay with it. Made me feel pretty and sexy” your mouth falls open as his teeth nip your skin, red and purple roses blossoming as he sucks on the skin of your neck, painting you like an artist would a canvas.

“You’re always pretty and sexy” Yoongi grumbles, pushing himself to sit. And if he pretends not to notice the way you trail after him, that’s his own secret. The two of you like magnets, hard to pull away once pushed so close.

You follow Yoongi in sitting up, now giving your boyfriend a full view of how your little playboy bunny costume pushes your breasts together.

Yoongi swallows thickly, tongue coming to wet his lips as his fingers itch to touch you. He pulls away when he’s nothing more than inches away from touching your heated skin, and your shoulders drop at that. Pitiful pout tugging at your lips as he shuffles off the bed eagerly.

“Wait here” your boyfriend tells you, and you take a peek at his steadily growing erection as he scuttles towards the closet.

“What’re you looking for?” you ask, leaning back on your arms as you watch Yoongi rummage around for a certain box. Your fingers trail down the length of your body, index finger toying with your clit over the thin cottony fabric. You couldn’t help it that Yoongi had riled you up, hole clenching, begging to be touched, filled, you’d take anything just to have that sweet release that taunts you while your boyfriend shoves box after box and piles of clothes out of his way, in looks for something.

“Some ropes for my little rope bunny” he mutters, patience steadily growing weary the longer he’s away from you, watching as you play with yourself from his peripherals. Yoongi think’s all coherent thoughts are slowly trailing down to his dick, throbbing almost painfully in his jeans as you continue to squirm under the careful touch of your fingers.

“They’re on the top shelf. Velvety box”

“Thanks” your boyfriend throws a soft smile over his shoulder, you feel your own lips tug up at that.

“Hey! No touching” he points an accusatory finger at you, eyes trained on your hand that you grind against.

It had been surprising, how open about sex you had been once you’d gotten closer, more comfortable with Yoongi. And he thinks you must be the horniest person he knows. You’d been shy, a little reserved about being so intimate with him that it was beyond a surprise when you’d gotten comfortable enough to touch yourself in front of Yoongi without a care in the world. He never minded, always eager to please you sexually, and he felt proud even, that the two of you had progressed so much in your relationship.

“Can’t help it” you giggle, falling back onto the bed as Yoongi brings the box back over towards you.

You feel his fingers replace your own, tugging the crotch of your costume to the side to side a finger through your slit, your cheeks heating red at the lewd squelch. Your thighs twitch at that, hips bucking to try and get Yoongi to push at least a finger inside of you.

Your boyfriend, however, seems to have other plans, pulling his hand away from your pulsing core. Instead, he flips open the lid of the box, neatly wound coils of rope lined delicately inside. He’d indulged, buying a plethora of colours to spoil you with when you wanted to be tied up.

Your boyfriend had gotten good at cuffing you to the bed with ropes, had practiced over and over after you’d confessed one night you liked the idea of being completely at his mercy. Begging him to at least let you touch him while he makes you cum. Something about Yoongi being a little mean in bed always riled you up, your cunt shiny with arousal as he plays around with your body a little.

“Arms up, baby” he nods his head towards the head of the bed, “Nothing too crazy today” he reassures when you scoot your way up the bed, head resting comfortably on a couple of Yoongi’s pillows as he shuffles up the bed.

He’d watched so many videos online, making sure that the first time the two of you tried playing with ropes there was no chance he would hurt you in the process. The product of his practice showing as he cuffs you to the head of the bed with ease, looping the ropes expertly around your wrists before he weaves them between the bars of the headboard, chunky knot keeping you attached to the head of the bed. He slips two fingers between the ropes and your wrist to ensure it wasn’t too tight and your skin wouldn’t be nicked or burnt in the process.

You watch him bite his lip, friction of his jeans against his erection sending a jolt of pleasure up his spine. Your boyfriend’s head tipping back to ride out the shuddering arousal that wracks his body.

You tug at your restraints, checking if they would hold, “Loose enough?” Yoongi asks, and you nod, “Words, darling”

“It’s good” you whisper, breath getting caught in your throat at the deepening lust in Yoongi’s eyes as you lay sprawled beneath him. Left to writhe under his hands, completely at his mercy.

“And you remember your safe word?”

“Red”

“Good girl” he throws his head back, palming over his jeans to alleviate some of the discomfort, underwear starting to soak through with precum.

“Can you get a condom?” Yoongi asks as he unzips his jeans, sigh of relief tipping off the ledge of his lips as the pressure on his cock is alleviated.

“No, not really” you snort, and Yoongi looks up at you, mouth dropping open. If he wasn’t mildly embarrassed, he may have started drooling a little at the image of you laid perfectly for him, ever so pretty as you wait patiently. Your core glistening in the lamp light, hole winking rhythmically, calling your boyfriend to sink his hard cock into your tight heat.

“Sorry” he grumbles, tugging his jeans off, throwing them somewhere behind him before leaning across your body to pull open the drawer of his nightstand. He’s glad you’re tied up, little velvet box shoved to the forefront of the drawer next to the box of condoms and he can only thank his lucky stars you’re unable to see it.

“Can you take this off” you toe at his hoodie, exaggerated frown tugging at your lips. Growing restless as you boyfriend fiddles with your condom stash.

Yoongi leans down to kiss your pouty lips, “not fair you’re still basically dressed” he whispers, pressing another kiss to your lips.

“Not my fault you got ahead of yourself and got the ropes out” you smile as he presses another kiss to your lips, revelling in the feeling of your minty breath fanning his skin.

“Couldn’t help it” he tells you as he pulls his hoodie and shirt over his head, leaving him in nothing more than his boxers, “Looked too pretty to let you hop off”

You ogle at his bare skin, so smooth, begging you to mark him up.

Yoongi had always had soft, milky skin, pretty and smooth and perfect for you to press kisses down his stomach as your fingers trace his happy trail, a pathway to what hides in his pants. A part of his body that was yours, somewhere no one else would ever get the pleasure of seeing. Or having the pleasure of touching.

Your eyes widen at that, “Are you into like predator, prey play?” you gape, wad of slick seeping from your folds at the prospect of your boyfriend being into something so… primal and raw. By no means was he vanilla but this came as a surprise to even you.

“No” your boyfriend laughs, fingers tugging down the neckline of your top to free your breasts, low moan rumbling up his throat as they bounce.

He leans down, tongue laving up your right nipple with spit before his teeth tug at them, intent on making them red and puffy and ever so pretty and sensitive. You let out something akin to a squeak, surprised by the jolt of that delicious pleasurable pain that jostles down your spine straight into your core.

“Feels like it” your mouth falls open, breathy moan dripping off your tongue like sweet honey as Yoongi presses a wet kiss to your neglected nipple, making sure it shines in the bedroom’s lamp light.

“I’m sure it’s something we can look into” you feel his warm breath fan against your skin as he talks. Goosebumps prickling in its wake.

Your hips lift off the bed when you feel your boyfriend’s greedy fingers push the fabric of your costume aside that covers where he wants you most, cotton fabric brushing against your clit, a lick of pleasure kicking your hips up, knee knocking against Yoongi’s stomach. He slips a finger into your awaiting hole, groaning against your neck as he gently thrusts it into you, velvet walls pulling him in.

“Another one, please” your hips buck in rhythm with his fingers, a second finger easily sliding into you. You feel a dribble of arousal push out of your hole as Yoongi continues to increase the pace of his fingers, determined to find that little sweet spot that’ll make you see stars.

“Ah” you jolt forwards, teeth catching your bottom lip to subdue any more moans, something so embarrassing about the borderline pornographic sounds that tumble from your lips in quick succession.

“I wanna hear you, darling” Yoongi pushes himself up to meet your eyes, determination etched in his brows as he soaks in your pleasure.

He slips his fingers out of your cunt, kissing away your frown as he haphazardly tugs his underwear off. Beyond the point of caring for foreplay, his cock pulsing as it slaps against his stomach, pearly beads of precum staining his skin clear as he reaches over to grab the condom, he’d dropped to sate your needy cunt.

“I love you” he reminds you as his deft fingers tear the foil wrapper open, and you don’t care to look where he throws it as you watch him pump his cock a few times before he rolls the rubber down his shaft.

You lick your lips, Yoongi’s mouth tugging into a cocky smirk as he catches it from the corner of his eye.

You’d never been a big fan of male genitalia, something unappealing about them. However, in all your years of living, Yoongi may have the prettiest cock to ever grave this earth. Curved just right that it nudges that little sweet spot inside of you, girthy enough that you can feel the stretch as he pushes into you.

“Like what you see, little bunny?” he taunts, hand coming to wrap around his thick cock, tipping his head back as he languidly strokes himself; a shame you couldn’t touch him really.

You tug at the ropes that keep you bound to the bed, a pathetic whine falling off your lips that sends arousal straight to Yoongi’s cock, causing it to twitch in his palm.

“Fuck, doll. I could get off right now, and you would have to watch”

You stare at your boyfriend, refusing to look past his waist as he continues to jack himself off, only hoping your eyes could convey just how much you needed him.

“I can’t do anything if you don’t tell me what you want” Yoongi’s voice comes out gravelly, another wad of your arousal dribbling down onto the sheets.

“Fuck me. Please Yoongi, fuck me” your hips roll upwards, arms tugging at the ropes, anything to get some sort of friction.

Yoongi takes a moment to look at you, the epitome of sin laid out all for him. Your nipples still shining with his spit, your cunt glistening with your own arousal, pitiful as it had slicked up from a few heated kisses and a couple of fingers teasing you. Your little bunny ears lay a little askew from where you’d been writhing around, desperate for some form of release. However, Yoongi liked to tease, liked to make the build-up to your orgasm worth it.  

“I was thinking of cumming on those pretty tits of yours” he drawls, thumb brushing over the head of his cock, thighs clenching with pleasure.

Your eyes turn teary at that, and Yoongi thinks that by some miracle his dick hardens just a little more, “Doesn’t look like you like the sound of that” he frowns, mocking you.

“Yoongi please” you sniffle, and your boyfriend would have been worried by the pearly little tears that cascade down your cheeks if he didn’t know you liked to be teased a little, your safe word was there for a reason.

“Please what, doll? I’m not a mind-reader”

“Please fuck me, it hurts” your hips buck up into nothing; another pitiful snivel at that, your fingers taking a-hold of the ropes around your wrists, “wanna touch you, please Yoonie”

“Yeah?” he asks, and you nod.

Yoongi leans down, pressing a warm kiss to the apple of your cheek before he lowers his lips to yours. You think you can taste your salty tears on his lips, his tongue licking up into your mouth when you let out a breathy moan. Yoongi makes light work of toying with your clit, making sure you were slicked up enough to take him.

Two fingers were never usually enough prep for you without there being a little burn on your behalf, but he felt a little mean today, pent up frustration from a long week at work. And he knew you liked to feel the stretch, having confessed during your first time together that you didn’t mind him being a little rough; encouraged it even.

“Please, please, please” you whisper into his mouth as he moves himself over you, pulling your thighs so they rested over his own, your restraints pulling taught as he moves you further down the bed.

“Okay, my love. Gonna fuck you now, okay?” he asks, running his hands over your thighs.

“Yes. Yes please” your thighs twitch in anticipation.

You watch Yoongi as he lines his length up with your hole, dragging the head through your slit to lube up his cock before he gently pushes in. His mouth falls open as you let out a breathy moan, thighs pulling him closer as he slips further into you.

“Slowly, darling. I don’t want to hurt you” he holds his hips in place, shallowly thrusting to help you accommodate his size.

“I’m okay, please—I need more” you shake your head, bunny ears barely holding on as your back arches, another attempt to get Yoongi to hurry up and move. He relents, hips kicking forwards to thrust the rest of his length into you. You moan, arms tugging to try and touch your boyfriend, only to feel another wave of tears coat your cheeks as you can’t hold him.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Forgot I can’t hold you” you tell him and Yoongi chuckles, leaning down to press a kiss to each of your cheeks.

“Want me to untie you?” he asks, running his nose along the wet skin of your jaw.

You stay silent for a moment, before giving him a simple nod.

“Please”

“Anything for you, my love” he smiles, and you feel a little less distressed as he unknots your restraints.

Yoongi inspects your wrists, a little red from where you’d tugged a little too hard but nothing a little soothing cream couldn’t fix after he’s finished with you.

“Ready now?” he asks, and you’re surprised he hadn’t slipped out of you yet.

You nod.

“Words, baby” he reminds, and you scrunch your nose up at that.

“Ready, please fuck me now”

He laughs at that, pulling his hips back before thrusting back into you. You scramble to hold onto him, nails digging into the clear canvas of his back, your lust and love written in the red marks that paint his skin, matching your own art that he’d bitten and sucked onto your own precious body.

Yoongi’s head falls into the crook of your neck, hips relentless as he continues his onslaught of thrusts, crude slapping of skin on skin dulled out by your own staccatos of breathy ‘ah ah ahs’ filling the room as Yoongi harmonises with his own throaty groans. Practically folding you in half as your thighs squeeze your breasts together.

“Gonna come. Cum with me” he moans, angling his hips to try and find your sweet spot.

“There, there, there” you tell him, voice pitching higher as your body jolts up the bed. Bunny ears long forgotten as they lay abandoned on your pillow.

Yoongi pushes himself up to watch your face, breasts catching his attention as they bounce in time with his thrusts. “I love you so much” he groans, snapping his hips upwards.

He leans down, spit dribbling onto your right nipple before he leans down and takes the sensitive skin between his teeth.

“Play with yourself, doll” he groans.

Your hand trails between your bodies, slicked with sweat as you gather your own arousal onto your fingers, bringing it up to circle your clit. Your hips buck up to meet Yoongi’s halfway, your fingers drawing tight circles on your sensitive bud.

“Gonna cum” you tell your boyfriend, continuing your onslaught on your clit, pleasure licking up your spine.

“Me too. Together, okay?” his pelvis smacking into your own.

You feel his cock twitch, your fingers strumming at your clit in quick circles as you fall over the edge, vision turning white as your fingers cramp up, nails raking over your sensitive pearl, causing your thighs to clench, pulling Yoongi so he was completely buried in your cunt.

Your pulsating walls were enough for Yoongi to cum as well. His hips rolling sluggishly, no rhythm as he helps you ride out your high, his cock starting to soften as your thighs start to shake around his waist.

“Too much” you tell him, hips jolting as his pushes himself all the way in once more before pulling out.

Your chest releases a stuttering breath, skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. Yoongi pulls the condom off, tying it before he throws it in the trash beside the vanity, grabbing a rolled-up towel to help wipe up your slick stained thighs. He’s gentle as he does it, not wanting to push you into the worst kind of overstimulation.

He collapses beside you once he’s done, towel somewhere with his forgotten clothes on the floor, a task he’ll deal with later. “That really was a surprise” he hums.

“It was hard to keep a secret” you say, voice a little hoarse, “The package arrived like a week ago and I wanted to show you so bad”

“Thank whoever at work gave you the idea” he teases, frowning when you bite your lip, a little guilty, “What?” he asks, heart dropping.

“Well, you can thank them.” You give him a little smile, “It was actually Seokjin that said you’d like it”

“Why the fuck is Jin giving you advice on your sex life?” he gapes, arm falling over your waist.

“I really don’t know how we got onto that conversation” you tell him honestly, head tilting cutely in that way it does when you think, “But then he was telling me about that girl he’s dating—the one with kids, and he said he came home from work one day and she was wearing this really pretty lingerie”  

“Where does the playboy bunny come in?” he asks, watching your eyes light up.

You look down at your costume, bunched up around your waist, “Well I then asked Jungkookie what he thought about the idea because you know Jin can be a little… extra; and kook said maybe go for a costume or something for Halloween but make it sexy”

“And he suggested a bunny? That’s fitting” Yoongi snorts, thumb gently rubbing over your bare skin.

“No, it was actually Taehyung. Kookie must have told him about my idea, and he sent me this link to a website, they had some really cool stuff on there, we could try roleplay one day. They had a cat costume as well with little socks that have toe beans and a collar and everything”

“I’m starting to think you’re into pet play” Yoongi teases.

“Oh, no, I meant for you” you giggle, kissing away the crease in his brow as he narrows his eyes.

“Oh yeah!” you push yourself up on your elbows, ignoring how Yoongi watches your breasts bounce with the motion, “I bought Holly bunny ears too. I was gonna show you, but then… yeah” you scrunch your nose up at the state of your costume, “I think this needs a wash before it goes anywhere near the dog”

“Is that what you made me pick up” Yoongi closes his eyes, “the amount of shit that dog has, he doesn’t need bunny ears, darling”

“But I wanted us to match, it was gonna be so cute, but you couldn’t keep your dick in your pants long enough for me to go through with my whole Halloween plan before we had sex. Plus, I bought another little jumper for him as well so it wasn’t a wasted trip before you complain” you huff, and Yoongi can only smile, enamoured that even though you looked moments away from passing out from exhaustion you still seemed to have a little fire lit within you.

“Don’t act like it wasn’t your plan from the start, I bet you weren’t even reading” he accuses, and you gasp, ever the dramatic.

“Was too. And the guy took the girl out on a date before they fucked” you perse your lips.

“Is that so?” he muses, “We can always go on the date now” he peers over at the clock on the wall, “I don’t feel like cooking, it’s too late. Why don’t we order in?” he turns towards you, pressing a kiss to your collarbone, “Then we can catch up on that series you liked the look of”.

“Oh, actually I bought pumpkin spice ramen for us to try”

“You what?” his mouth falls open.

“Huh?” you raise your eyebrows, “talking about the time, I really should pee and then shower, I feel sticky”

“Hey! You know I despise pumpkin spice anything, you’re not getting out of this one” he follows you as you push yourself off the bed, stripping out of your costume. It lays discarded on the floor as you wander into the bathroom, Yoongi not far behind you.

“Yeah, but it’s a once-in-a-lifetime experience. When are we ever eating pumpkin spice ramen again?”

“Never” his eyebrows crease in mild disgust and if he wasn’t so cute then maybe you would have been a little more offended.

“Exactly, it could taste like ass for all we know” you shrug, “And then you can justify your pumpkin spice hatred”

“It’s already justified” he tells you as he turns the water on, nudging your butt into the shower as he follows behind.

“Whatever, you’re lucky I love you” you muse, turning around, pushing yourself on your tippy toes to press an innocent kiss to his puckered lips.

“Love you too, I’ll make pumpkin soup next weekend”

“So, you do like pumpkin” you gape.

“Yeah” he smiles, “Only when it isn’t a marketing scheme”

You sigh, shoulders falling. “I really do love you” you can’t help the smile that tugs onto your lips.

“I love you more, as a matter of fact” he angles the water so it soaks your body.

“Crazy, science actually says that I love you more”

“Science is usually a bunch of bullshit. I dropped out of college anyways, science means jackshit”

“You’re unbelievable” you lean your head against his chest, heart beating languidly as he reaches over for your shampoo, lathering it up in his hands before he helps you wash your hair.

“Science proves that I may be unbelievable but a certain someone can’t seem to get enough of me” he replies, fingers expertly massaging your scalp.

“I wonder who that is”

“The woman I wanna marry”

Your eyes snap open at that, pulling away from Yoongi as you just stare at him.

“What?”

“What?”

“Marry? Me?” you point at yourself, eyes wide with wonder as your boyfriend shrugs.

“Who else?” he drawls, trying not to smile at the precious image of you, soap sudded hair, cheeks rosy from the steaming hot water, as you look at him like he had been the one to hang the stars in the sky.

“I don’t know, are you secretly dating someone else?” you narrow your eyes, wiping a dollop of shampoo from your forehead as it threatens to fall into your eyes.

“Guess you’ll never know” his lips tug into a smirk.

“This isn’t your proposal, right? I literally haven’t said yes and that’s probably really shitty of me”

“God no” Yoongi groans, “I’m not proposing in the shower, doll. I thought your surprise was you proposing” he admits, and you can’t help the laugh that bubbles up your throat.

You slap a hand over your mouth, “I hadn’t even thought of that, holy shit, were you disappointed?”

“What? No. I was relieved” he shakes his head, damp strands of hair stuck to his forehead, “I really want to be the one to propose and I almost shat myself thinking you were doing it tonight”

You snort, “Would you have said yes?” you ask, rinsing your hair, beckoning Yoongi over with a nudge of your head so you could wash him.

“I mean, yeah” he lets out a long breath, “and then told you to take it back so I could ask you instead”

“You really are unbelievable” you shake your head, “Does this mean I should expect a proposal at some point in the near future?”

Yoongi thinks back to that little velvet box that still sits in his nightstand drawer, then he narrows his eyes down at you, “I don’t know, should you?”

You smile up at him, “I love you”

“Jokes on you, I love you more” he turns you away from him, tugging your body wash from the shelf. “Ah Ah” he shushes you when you try and speak, “No more of that, just let me take care of you and then we can try your shitty ramen while we watch corpse bride or some other lame kids movie”

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Love to Hate (Extra Scene I: Jungkook’s POV)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Genre: Fuck Buddies / Enemies to Lovers

Pairing: Jungkook / Reader

Synopsis: Born with a silver spoon in your mouth, you've done your best to rid yourself of the taste since you were old enough to walk. Occasionally though, your mother manages to rope you into an obligatory function – or a blind date with playboy billionaire, Jeon Jungkook. Jungkook stands for everything you loathe about the world you left behind, but you can’t deny the spark of attraction between you. Intrigued by the promise of mutual satisfaction, you agree to one night in bed… and quickly realize you’re in far, far deeper than you ever intended.

Author’s Note: This scene takes place during Chapter 1 of Love to Hate and is told from Jungkook’s point of view. PLEASE READ THE ENTIRE STORY BEFORE READING THIS SCENE (otherwise there will be spoilers lol). 

Rating: 18+

Warnings: brief mention of past suicidal thoughts

Word Count:  7,393

Contrary to public opinion, Jeon Jungkook is rarely late.

In fact, he arrived at his best friend, Yoongi’s, restaurant a half hour early to hover in the kitchen and taste-test (read: steal) Yoongi’s latest creations. Eventually, Jungkook was thrown out on pain of death and now, here he is. Seated at a table in the center of Chez Moi, Chez Toi, five minutes early for his date – stomach equal parts dread and hors d’oeuvres.

Casual, Jungkook shakes his napkin over his lap – black, matching his suit. Attention to detail is one of the many areas in which Yoongi excels. There’s a reason the man has a Michelin Star.

Detail happens to be a strength of Jungkook’s, as well.

Attention to detail. Punctuality. A certain kind of ruthlessness necessary for business. All three learned from his father who, while a terrible husband and parent, can’t be denied a savvy businessman. Jungkook learned from the best.

Hiding the twist of his mouth, Jungkook adjusts a cuff beneath the table. Despite his overall apathy for tonight’s date, Jungkook dressed in his favorite suit. Another lesson from his father: never underestimate the currency of appearance.

Scanning the restaurant, Jungkook observes how true this is. The woman in the corner is here with a man who’s clearly not her husband; her covert glances and tapping foot are dead giveaways. Beside them, a besotted man is about to propose – he keeps looking at the kitchen, grazing his pocket to ensure the ring is there.

This rule also holds true for Jungkook. When he agreed to his father’s terms, Jungkook had no idea things would go this far, nor that he’d still be the topic of headlines years later. Leaning back in his seat, Jungkook ensures his mask of disinterest remains.

He was twenty-one when he made the deal with his father.

Hardly old enough to be making decisions and yet, Jungkook was desperate to get his mother out from beneath her husband’s thumb. She hadn’t felt well for some time, and Jungkook’s father refused treatment for one excuse or another. Hot-headed and young, Jungkook entered his father’s office and demanded a deal – whatever his father wanted in exchange for his mother’s freedom.

Jungkook remembers that night with perfect clarity, the same way he recalls all life-changing events. Leaning back, a slow smile spread across his father’s face and Jungkook’s own stomach sank, realizing he’d been played.

Complicity, his father said. Obedience. An heir for the company.

His office was dark; Jungkook’s father often worked late or at least, said that he did. The skyline shone through floor-to-ceiling glass, perforating them from the city below. Always, his father seated himself behind glass. Jungkook couldn’t remember a time when it’d been any other way.

Staring at his father, Jungkook solemnly realized this was his future. A life behind glass, placed on the path he tried hard to avoid – the cost of his mother’s freedom, he realized then, was his own. Still, Jungkook did what he needed to do, and he nodded.

Turning to leave, Jungkook was almost at the door when his father spoke again.

“Another thing,” he said casually. “Before you take over the company as CEO, I’ll need you to assist with some… PR concerns.”

Jungkook paused, one hand on the door before glancing sideways. “What sort of issues?”

With a shrug, his father poured whiskey from a tumbler at his desk. Jungkook’s gaze followed the motion. “This and that,” he said. “I’ll let you know details when I have them.”

Jungkook stared as the glass filled, consumed by a sense of foreboding. He should have inquired further, but that night, his instinct of flight won. By then, Jungkook knew well enough to leave before his father got drunk.

“Fine,” he exhaled as he turned. “But in return, you pay for mom’s doctor visits and any resulting treatment. And an apartment,” he added on a whim. “One for her, and one for me – apartments you won’t have access to and won’t visit.”

His father’s gaze narrowed, but Jungkook swore a slight flash of approval shone within.

“Very well.” His father inclined his head. “We have a deal, son.”

Fighting back laughter, Jungkook opened the door. “Don’t call me that,” he said before walking out.

More than six years ago and still, Jungkook is paying the piper. Things happened fast after that. He soon realized what his father meant by ‘PR issues.’ Jungkook’s father was, indeed, a shrewd businessman. He inherited the company in a state of near-bankruptcy and managed to turn things around in a matter of years. This was accomplished by investing in areas no one else dared touch. Through risky investments and forging back door deals with dubious suppliers.

Each time a new disaster came to light, Jungkook took the fall – in one way or another. For a while, Jungkook embraced it.

It was the only recourse he had. To lose himself in the physical pleasure his life forced upon him. His early twenties were a blur of work, women, and alcohol. His friend, Taehyung – locked in a similar situation – was at his side, drowning in self-pity. For a while, Jungkook thought this was how he would live and eventually, die.

And then, his mom passed away.

Another crystal-clear night in Jungkook’s mind. The scent of her hospital room is with him even now – white lilies on the table, lemon disinfectant, plastic furniture, and the lingering smell of her sweat and his tears. Another nighttime memory, the lights from the parking lot striping the room black and white. His mom’s hand squeezed his, pulling him close for her last words. Words when she begged Jungkook to stop living for other people.

She died soon after and, in the blurred weeks that followed, Jungkook could barely force himself to get dressed, let alone make a change. When he finally managed to shower, he recalls standing on his balcony overlooking the city. Jungkook’s depression wasn’t bad enough to consider the jump, but he stared at the buildings and considered his life.

He thought about everything he’d given up – happiness, love, family, a career that he chose. Friendship, too because despite having Yoongi and Taehyung, Jungkook hadn’t told them everything. They suspected about Jungkook’s arrangement with his father, but each time they inquired, he pushed them away. They knew about Liam, but not the disaster which followed.

Lips tight, Jungkook realized that, for all his accomplishments, his mother was right. Everything he’d done was for someone else and God, did Jungkook want to change that. Turning around, he went inside and promptly dumped his whiskey down the drain.

Jungkook often divides his life into three parts. Pre and post the PR deal with his father and then, a third segment after his mom died. In the two years since, Jungkook has done his best to live up to her memory. He decided he wanted to stay with Jeon Energy but not as it is.

Enlisting the help of similar minded individuals (Kim Namjoon in particular), Jungkook sat down and created a plan. A slow-moving plan, which – if it doesn’t destroy him – will lead to success, and the removal of his father from the company entirely.

Exhaling roughly, Jungkook smooths his expression. The plan is why Jungkook doesn’t have time for things as trivial as dating, but his aunt insisted. If Jungkook has any moral compass, it’s her and so, he couldn’t help but agree.

Although Jungkook has tried to reverse his image, the process has been akin to wading through quicksand. Especially since the bad press doesn’t stop until Jungkook becomes the CEO. The Board votes on his father’s successor at the end of next month, meaning all Jungkook’s energy should be focused on that and not –

You enter the room, and his cacophony of thoughts goes silent.

Jungkook recognizes you, having thoroughly researched before tonight. Another habit from his father: always know more about your opponent than they know about you. Perhaps most wouldn’t apply rules from the boardroom to bedroom, but most people aren’t a Jeon. Thinking fast, Jungkook recalls the dossier on top of his desk.

Y/N Y/L/N. 29 years old. Estranged from family excepting brother, Jason. Lives alone in an apartment of little value. Scratch that – lives without roommates, but with one dog. Founder and CEO of Clean Ocean, an organization dedicated to the earth’s natural waterways. Outspoken critic of Jeon Energy.

Although his assistant showed him your Instagram, none of the photos of you were clear. Most were of scenery or of your dog, the occasional group shot with friends. Up close, Jungkook can’t help but feel misguided because you’re –

Stunning. The thought occurs before he knows what to do with it and Jungkook watches, baffled as you lean across the hostess stand. Everyone watching – which is nearly the entire room, Jungkook realizes with a sharp stab of jealousy – is afforded a stellar view down your dress.

Abruptly, Jungkook pushes himself to stand. In his haste, he bangs his knee on the table, knocking over his water and spilling across the cloth.

“Shit,” he exhales, frantically trying to scoop up the water when a waiter appears.

“I’ll clean that up, sir,” he says, calmly removing Jungkook’s glass and blotting the fabric. “I’ll be along shortly with a new water.”

“I – thank you,” Jungkook exhales, forcing himself to sit.

Face heated, he scans the room for you again. No one seems to have noticed Jungkook’s lapse, which is good. Instead, all eyes fixate on you, scanning the tables before landing on Jungkook.

Jungkook watches you drink him in. You blink, slow and long and Jungkook’s heart races. But then – smile disappearing, your lips pinch as you turn away. Before Jungkook can register the sudden change, you’re crossing the room with all the enthusiasm of a funeral march.

Forcing himself to look away, Jungkook exhales. The fact that you’re attractive changes nothing. Based on your expression, you feel the same way about this date as Jungkook. Admittedly, Jungkook can’t help but be curious about why that is.

He isn’t trying to be arrogant, but most people enjoy what they see when they look at him. Jungkook doesn’t date, but he does take women out. To dinner and then back to his place for a single night of fun. Occasionally, multiple nights if the person doesn’t cling but overall, Jungkook isn’t a relationship guy. Hard not to be, with his father’s deal hanging over his head.

Your reasons for being unhappy about tonight are less clear.

Coming to a stop at the table, your gaze dips to Jungkook and he can’t help but feel he hasn’t measured up. “Hi,” you say politely. “I’m Y/N – your date?”

You phrase this as a question, as though Jungkook wouldn’t know, and he can’t help but stare. Wondering if this is some sort of strategy, Jungkook narrows his gaze, but you seem genuinely unsure.

Realizing he still hasn’t spoken, Jungkook shoves back his chair to stand. “Yes – hello,” he says, moving to pull out your chair. “I’m Jungkook, but you seem to already know that.”

Ducking your head, you avoid a response. Once seated, Jungkook pushes you forward, his fingertips brushing skin at the base of your neck. Goosebumps dot your skin as Jungkook pauses, taken aback by his own reaction.

Your skin is soft, smooth, and this close, he can smell whatever perfume you decided to wear. A hint of citrus undercut by deeper musk which makes his jaw clench.

Forcing himself to keep going, Jungkook crosses to his chair and sits as the waiter returns. “Thank you,” Jungkook says, accepting a fresh glass of water.

Nodding, their waiter folds both hands over the front of their uniform. “Can I bring you any drinks before dinner?”

“A glass of Moët,” Jungkook says, not bothering to look.

“I’ll have the same,” you say, closing your menu.

Jungkook watches you turn to face him, head-on. The waiter disappears, leaving him alone and for the first time in his life, Jungkook is at a loss for what to say. Well, maybe not the first time, but it’s been a while.

Usually, Jungkook knows what to expect from his semi-date. His reputation tends to precede him in certain circles. A date with Jungkook means three things: 1) that he’ll pay, 2) that the night will likely end in sex, and 3) that the woman is guaranteed at least one orgasm. It’s Jungkook’s way of blowing off steam but faced with you, he finds himself unsure. With this date being set up by his aunt, it’s highly unlikely you know the rules.

Casting about for small talk typically reserved for business meetings, Jungkook lands on the weather. “So,” he says, reaching for his water. “It’s been unusually warm this month.”

Whatever you expected, it wasn’t that. Face scrunched, you look down, scanning the menu as though its contents are fascinating.

“It has,” you agree, declining to add anything of substance.

Jungkook blinks, floundering for what to say. It’d help if your dress were less distracting, he decides. The velvet is so soft, it’s impossible not to think about how it’d feel beneath his palms. A single diamond hangs around your neck, practically drawing an arrow to your delectable cleavage.

Forcing himself not to stare, Jungkook takes a sip of water. He can’t allow his most recent thoughts to show on his face – barely ten minutes have passed, and good etiquette decrees this meal lasts at least ninety.

“I hope traffic wasn’t bad getting here,” Jungkook says, wondering if you drove yourself.

From what was provided by his assistant, Jungkook knows you’ve separated from your family in all but name. Jungkook wondered when he saw this, interested in what perks – if any – you were allowed to keep. He wondered other things, too – like how you broke free and why. Whether you’ve any attachment to either parent or, like Taehyung, despise mother and father equally.

“Not bad,” you murmur, staring hard at your menu. “I came straight from work.”

Jungkook waits for something more, but it never comes. Incredulous, he sits back in his seat. He wonders if you plan on responding like this the entire evening, or if there’ll be a respite at some point. If you’re obtuse for ninety minutes, it’d be one of the longest dinners of Jungkook’s life.

Or, he realizes, awareness prickling, that could be your goal. To bore Jungkook so greatly, he loses interest and leaves before the polite amount of time. It’d be well-played if that were.

Gaze narrow, Jungkook surveys you again. From what he knows, you’re not exactly shy. Yes, you stay on the fringes of ‘good’ society but it’s by choice rather than lack of ability. For some odd reason, it bothers him that you refuse to give him the time of day. That you’ve clearly lumped Jungkook with everyone else in polite company – even if he hasn’t said or done anything to change that, whispers a voice in the back of his mind.

An irrational desire to provoke has Jungkook leaning forward. “So, Y/N,” he says as their champagne arrives. “Do you have any hobbies?”

“I enjoy reading.”

“Oh, really?” Jungkook sits back, trailing his finger over the rim of his glass. “What do you read?”

“A lot of things.” A shrug. “I’m not picky.”

“I can’t say the same,” he says blithely. “I find it often takes something… extraordinary to spark my interest.”

“How nice for you,” you say flatly, the first sign of your annoyance peering through.

Jungkook bites his lip to keep from laughing. Eyes narrowed, you watch him from across the table. Odd – part of the heat to your gaze must be ire, but it’s not alone. Curious, Jungkook’s gaze drops to your collarbone as recalls the sensation when his hand brushed your skin.

There was something there when you touched; something magnetic and strong. Despite it, you don’t seem to like Jungkook, which honestly might be part of the draw. He’s never been able to turn down a challenge and can’t remember the last time someone spoke to him honestly.

For the following minutes, Jungkook carries the conversation and watches your annoyance grow. Fingers tightening on the stem of your glass, the furrow between your brows growing deeper and deeper. Despite the tells, you conceal your true feelings well. If Jungkook weren’t as adept himself, he might even be fooled.

It isn’t the only reason Jungkook finds himself staring. The more your annoyance with him grows, the more impossible it becomes to look away. Lips bitten and heat to your gaze, he can’t not stare – Jungkook challenges any willing man with blood in his body.

“What about you?” he asks. “Any upcoming vacation plans?”

Something inside you snaps. Jungkook sees it in the way you straighten, all trace of politeness vanishing in an instant. Setting down your glass, you take a moment to arrange your napkin before looking up.

Dismissive, you sweep him from head to toe. “No,” you say, reaching for the champagne. “No vacations planned.”

Jungkook watches another moment, mesmerized before looking down. Rather than feel victorious, he feels more like the vanquished. Giving himself a firm shake, Jungkook wonders what he’s doing.

It’s been several weeks since he had sex, which must be throwing him off. Jungkook doesn’t usually go this long in a dry spell, but work has been demanding. It must be why he’s responding to you so strangely.

What Jungkook needs is to get laid. Once he leaves this restaurant, he decides to call Taehyung and head to a club. He can find someone there to whet his appetite. Someone he can sleep with and not imagine your lips, your hands, your –

“Have you both had a chance to peruse the menu?”

Jerking upright, Jungkook nearly knocks over his water a second time. Catching your glance, Jungkook puts down his menu.

“Yes, I’m ready,” you say pleasantly.

“Same here.” Jungkook turns. “I’ll have the steak au poivre. And you, Y/N?”

Handing your menu to the waiter, you add, “Coq au Vin for me. Thank you.”

“And another two glasses of Moet,” he adds, only to wince. You don’t seem like the type who appreciates someone ordering for you. “Is that alright, Y/N?”

Startled, you meet his gaze and Jungkook forces himself not to look away. Eventually, you nod and resume toying with the thin stem of your glass.

Jungkook tries not to watch, tries not to imagine your hands anywhere else on his body. “So, Y/N,” he says, dragging his thoughts from the gutter. “What line of work are you in?”

Exhaling once, you sip your champagne and try not to look bored. “Oh, you know. My parents are in the shipping industry. Lots of international work, travel –”

Jungkook frowns. “So, you work for your parents?”

Abruptly, you cease.

Surprise flickers across your face, as though you didn’t expect him to be listening, but Jungkook is understandably confused. Everything he knows about you indicates you run a charitable organization. He doesn’t understand why you’d lie; not unless his information was incorrect.

“No,” you say coolly.

Jungkook’s frown deepens. “Why would you tell me what your parents do, and not you?”

A vein pulses at your throat. Although you seem annoyed by his line of questioning, Jungkook isn’t trying to provoke you anymore.  It baffles him that someone like you – someone who got out, who made something of themselves – would fall back on their parents’ accomplishments. Surely, you care more about Clean Ocean than your parents’ company.

Unless Jungkook is the problem here.

Unease settles, spreading through his veins. Jungkook is the Jeon heir, after all – set to inherit Jeon Energy, the worst polluter up and down the coast. Really, the question isn’t why you don’t like him but why you came at all.

“Honestly?” you sigh, your mask of politeness disappearing. “Because I’m on this date as a favor to my parents and have absolutely no desire to see you after tonight. The less you know about me, the better.”

Your admission leaves Jungkook slightly winded. Doing a parent a favor hits closer to home than he’d like and now, he understands your evasiveness. He gets why you’re here and why you might not want to give Jungkook the time of day.

His thoughts snag on the last sentence. Even if you left right now, Jungkook would still know you. He’s not sure why you’re acting as though you’re mysterious when in certain circles, you’re more notorious than he is.

“Oh, don’t look all hurt,” you sigh, misinterpreting the look. “I know exactly who you are, Jeon Jungkook. Playing dumb is beneath you.”

Well, that answers one question, at least. You do know who he is. Forcing a smile, Jungkook sits back in his seat.

“I’m not hurt,” he says honestly. “Although I am curious. What, exactly, have you heard about me, Y/N?”

He purposefully drops his voice on your name, and watches your features slacken. Interesting. This thing between you tautens, as alive as before.

“I’ve… heard you date around,” you exhale. “And I’m not interested in dating you.”

Jungkook stares. If you’d said you weren’t interested in going to the moon, he’d be less surprised. Jungkook doesn’t date – most people know that. And most people try to date him anyway, which makes you an anomaly.

Maybe now he is arrogant, but Jungkook isn’t used to being undesired. Unable to help it, he smiles, gaze dipping to your dress and back up when you frown.

“You’re not interested in dating me?” he asks, taking another sip of his drink. “Then, why did you agree to come out tonight?”

“Like I said, I’m here as a favor to my mother. Why are you here, anyways?” you accuse, turning his question around. “I don’t exactly fit your typical profile of dates.”

Jungkook frowns. You’re gorgeous, ambitious and have successfully undercut him at each turn tonight. If he were going to date, it’d be someone like you – not that he wants to date, and not that he has the option to do so.

“How so?” Jungkook asks.

“Well, for one,” you mutter, “I’m nearly thirty.”

Jungkook stares. “And?”

“And…” You pause, as though waiting for him to catch on. “The women you date are usually closer to twenty.”

Lips twitching, Jungkook sips his drink again. He could refute that point but right now, it satisfies to know you’re thinking about his sexual partners. Yes, Jungkook slept with women in their early twenties when he was in his early twenties but lately, anyone younger than twenty-five makes him cringe.

“Untrue,” he says. “I’m incredibly open-minded, Y/N.”

“I’m two years older than you are, Jeon.”

Odd. Usually, Jungkook hates being called by his last name. Yet another reminder of the family legacy but on your lips, it almost sounds like an endearment.

“In my experiences,” he says lowly, “women who’ve had more time to… live is never a bad thing.”

He pauses at the word live, making sure you know another word should be there. Understanding dawns on your face as, exhaling softly, you look away.

“And then there’s that,” you say, turning back. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but your dates usually end in sex.”

Jungkook is wholly unprepared for the way his body responds.

All the blood in his body rushes to his cock, tightening his trousers in an unseemly fashion. Casually, Jungkook adjusts himself and tries not to think about sex with you. Your indecent dress on his floor, necklace swinging as he pounds –

“And?” Jungkook rasps, his voice embarrassingly hoarse.

“And.” Your brows draw together. “I just told you I’m not interested in having sex.”

“Actually,” Jungkook says, recovering the conversation. “That’s not what you said.”

“I – what?”

Your lips part in confusion and Jungkook suppresses the urge to press his thumb to their indent. Instead, he brushes the back of your hand with his own. Gaze lowering to your skin against his, your breath quickens.

A flash goes off.

Instantly, you stiffen and Jungkook whips around. Withdrawing, he scans the room for the culprit and notes a family celebrating a birthday in the corner. Likely they’re the source but just in case, Jungkook makes a mental note to email his assistant.

Turning around, Jungkook meets your gaze. “What you said,” he continues, “was you’re not interested in dating me. And that you have no interest in seeing me after tonight. Nothing,” he pauses, gaze searching, “about not wanting to have sex.”

At this, your eyes widen. Jungkook waits for you to respond, to say that’s not what you meant but you do neither of these things.

“Are you saying you’re not interested in having sex with me?” he presses, quiet.

Gaze wide, your lips part to respond when the waiter appears. Sinking into his seat, Jungkook curses the timing and sips his champagne.

“Objectively, yes,” you say once the waiter leaves the Moët. “I’m attracted to you. I’m sure the sex would be great – or at least, it’d be adequate. In my experience, male self-confidence is rarely correlated with an orgasm. But I’d sooner drink battery acid than date anyone my mother set me up with.”

This last line is so deadpan, Jungkook nearly spits his drink. “Okay, wow,” he chokes, setting down his glass. “First off, there’s that word ‘date’ again. Second – only adequate?” Jungkook mock frowns. “On behalf of hot men everywhere, I take that personally.”

You don’t pretend to hide your eye roll. “Are you serious?”

“Occasionally.” Jungkook grins. “Usually on accident.”

“You didn’t answer my question, though,” you say as though he hasn’t spoken. “Why did you come here tonight?”

Drumming his fingers on top of the table, Jungkook considers. Usually, he’d respond with some lame answer like, I heard how beautiful you were and had to see for myself, or, how could I be anywhere else tonight? If he said those things to you though, Jungkook gets the feeling you’d dump the champagne in his lap.

Besides, Jungkook doesn’t really want to use lines with you. He’s full of the strange urge to be honest– which is why it infuriates him that you’re pretending to be no one. You’re someone. You’re Y/N Y/L/N, for crying out loud.

A woman who’s gotten deeper under Jungkook’s skin in an hour than anyone has in years.

“Do you seriously think I don’t know who you are, Y/N?” he asks, his voice low. “Your parents own the largest shipping corporation in the world. You’ve been estranged for years, and have a younger brother named Jason. Currently, you run a philanthropic organization. Thing is, though,” he says, the words pouring out. “Where’d you get the money to start it?”

Your eyes narrow, and Jungkook realizes he may have pushed too far. “My organization came from my trust fund,” you say stiffly. “Having built it from scratch, I know exactly how it began. What have you ever done that didn’t include your family name, Jeon?”

This time when you say the name Jeon, it sounds like an insult.

A lone muscle ticks in his jaw, wanting badly to contradict but unable to do so. Not without trusting you and frankly, trust in his world isn’t easy to come by. Everything he and Namjoon have worked for relies on the element of surprise. If his father suspects for a second what Jungkook has planned, he’ll never let him become CEO.

“I know what my reputation is, Y/N,” Jungkook says quietly. “And I know you think you know what my reputation is. But did you ever stop to think maybe not everyone is as forthcoming as you are?”

You pause. “What?”

“Nothing.” He roughly exhales. “So. Back to sex.”

You blink, thrown by the sudden change. “You still haven’t answered my question.”

“Which was?”

“Don’t make me ask again,” you say sternly.

A shiver runs down Jungkook’s spine. Somewhat surprised by his reaction, Jungkook shifts in his seat. Usually, he prefers to be in charge but now, he’s consumed by the visual of you saying the same thing in bed and can’t stop the surge of pleasure it brings.

“If I tell you the truth,” Jungkook says, picking up his glass to swirl. “Will you answer a question of mine in return?”

You hesitate, then nod. “Fine. I’ll answer a question.”

In a moment of utter insanity, Jungkook decides to tell you the truth. “I agreed to come on this date because my aunt asked me to. After my mom died, she’s the only person in my family I’m close to. I planned on waiting the obligatory ninety minutes, then leaving before dessert.” Unable to stop himself, Jungkook’s gaze dips. “Until you walked in, that is. That’s a damn good dress if you didn’t already know.”

Slowly, you blink and Jungkook wonders what’s possibly going through your head.

“Ninety minutes,” you murmur, looking up. “I knew there was a rule.”

Jungkook presses his lips together to keep him from laughing. “Now, it’s your turn,” he says.

You lift a brow and so, Jungkook leans in. From a young age, people have said his gaze is intimidating. Most aren’t comfortable with direct eye contact for prolonged periods of time and so, Jungkook uses this often to his advantage.

Most aren’t you though, meeting his gaze with barely a blink.

“My question,” Jungkook murmurs. “Is – are you really not interested in me?”

The question slips out before he can stop it. Were Jungkook smarter, he might’ve said something strategic to gain the upper hand. Apparently, he’s not smart. Apparently, Jungkook deems your thoughts more important than winning.

Some of your sharpness diminishes. “Really?”

“What?”

“Any question.” The corner of your lip twitches. “You could’ve asked me for my credit card number, but instead you’re asking me about sex.”

Time with you is more valuable. The thought occurs to Jungkook before he can stop it but luckily, he keeps his mouth shut this time.

“Just answer me,” he says.

You don’t answer for a few moments and during that time, Jungkook’s thoughts wander. He’s on the verge of retracting the question when you exhale.

“Truthfully?”

Jungkook nods, holding his breath.

Uncertain, you reach across and lightly brush his suit with the edge of your finger. Jungkook goes still, every nerve ending focused on your touch. When he finally looks up, he finds you staring, and something foreign stirs in his chest.

“I’m not interested in dating,” you repeat and now, Jungkook wonders if you say this as much for yourself as for him. “I left my parents’ world as soon as I could and have no intention of returning.”

Oddly, an unseen weight lifts from his shoulders. In his darkest thoughts, Jungkook wondered if maybe your hesitance was due to him but no. This has more to do with what Jungkook stands for – the world he hasn’t left – which he can understand.

“But?” he presses, sensing there’s more.

“But,” you murmur, gaze dropping to his lips. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t interested in… other things.”

Jungkook stares blatantly back. “Like what.”

“That wasn’t part of your question.”

“Indulge me,” he breathes, consumed by his desire.

Slowly, you pull back and settle into your seat. Jungkook mourns the light touch of your hand. “Show me a photo of you and your aunt,” you declare.

Slowly, he blinks. “This is a weird kind of foreplay, Y/N.”

“Just do it,” you sigh, and there’s that tone again.

Removing his phone from his pocket, Jungkook opens his photos. It doesn’t take long to find one that works – Jungkook isn’t exactly a memory saver. Turning his screen around, he watches you study the picture and nod.

“Alright,” you declare.

Pocketing the device, Jungkook lifts a brow. “Going to tell me what that was about?”

“I haven’t decided.”

You seem settled though, as though a decision’s been reached. Before Jungkook can ask what it is, the waiter returns. A meal – which any other night would look delicious – is placed before him, and Jungkook realizes the only appetite he has is for you.

Loudly, a gurgle cuts through the silence.

Jungkook’s gaze snaps to yours. “When did you last eat?”

Scoffing, you pick up your fork. “Please. Let’s not do that, Jeon.”

Cutting into his steak, he cocks his head. “Do what?”

“This weird, overprotective boyfriend thing. That thing where you monitor my meals and scold me for not eating enough. I know my own body, thanks.”

You say this at the precise moment Jungkook swallows and as a result, he nearly chokes again. Swallowing, his eyes water and Jungkook pounds his chest.

“Wow,” he coughs. “I don’t think anyone has ever accused me of being too boyfriend before. This must be a first.”

The opposite would be truer. Jungkook has had several unsettling encounters where women wanted more and refused to take no as an answer. Jungkook has been called many things before – loner, asshole, cold-hearted – but never boyfriend.

“Oh, please,” you say, your lips twitching. “You might not have been a boyfriend before, but you have the whole ‘boyfriend thing’ down.”

Jungkook is baffled. “What do you mean by ‘boyfriend thing?’”

“It’s all of this,” you say, gesturing up and down his chest. “The suit, the tie, the perfectly mussed hair. The way you order champagne and wait ninety minutes before ditching your date. You like to give the appearance of a boyfriend without actually having to be one.”

Jungkook stares at you, his world suddenly fuzzy. His tie feels too tight, awareness crawling over his skin as you see right through him.

“Because your whole world is about appearances,” you continue, completely unaware you’re speaking his mind. “It doesn’t matter if you actually date someone, so long as people think that you are. It doesn’t matter what you do, so long as no one complains. I don’t actually think you’re capable of giving a single person your undivided attention.”

Irony of ironies, since Jungkook currently watches as though you’re the only one in the world. “You have my undivided attention right now.”

“For now,” you admit, picking up your fork. “Anyways, back to your original question – what I’m interested in from you.”

“I’m listening,” Jungkook murmurs – the understatement of the year.

He’s hanging on each word from your lips, waiting for the moment the tables turn. That moment when you prove his suspicions right; when you change your tune and become the rest. When you ask Jungkook for a favor, an introduction – something to make this more than what it is.

The longer he sits here though, the more Jungkook thinks you have no ulterior motive. Which would also be a first.

“I believe we’re in a unique situation,” you say at last.

“We are?”

Smiling, you nod. “You’re only interested in sex from your dates, and I’m not interested in anything but sex from you.”

Jungkook’s lips twitch, taken aback by such a direct assessment. “Why do you assume I only want sex from my dates?”

Never mind that you’re correct – Jungkook wants to hear why you think that. A nagging voice in the back of his mind whispers otherwise and Jungkook shuts down the voice immediately. He can’t possibly be so juvenile as to desire the first woman who tells him no.

“Am I wrong?”

“Well, no.” Jungkook smiles. “It’s just you don’t seem to have a very high opinion of me.”

His response seems to confuse you. “Now who’s the one twisting words? I said you don’t want to date people, not that I think you’re a bad person. I just think… we’re very different people who want very different things.”

The way you say this makes his stomach sink. Jungkook wishes it were months from now, when everything was in the open and he could tell you that yes, you’re more alike than you realize. As it is though, you’re correct and the fact rankles.

“You keep saying that,” he murmurs, leaning in. “And I just don’t believe you. We were both born into the same lifestyle, we’re both currently wearing designer clothes. The only difference is that I’m honest about what I am and you’re not.”

The moment the words leave his lips, Jungkook regrets them. After all, he’s the bigger hypocrite seated around the table – wanting you to see him for who he is but in reality, too scared to offer any piece of himself.

“Honest?” you blurt. “The only honest thing you’ve said to me tonight is you have an aunt that you love.”

“Don’t forget the part about me being good in bed,” Jungkook says, retreating to safer ground. “That was also true.”

“So,” you exhale, shaking your head. “What I’m saying is I have no interest in being your girlfriend. And you have no interest in being my boyfriend. Judging by the way you keep staring at my tits though, I’d say you’re attracted to me. Is that true?”

“Yes,” Jungkook says without hesitation.

“Good.” Sitting back, you lift your glass. “Which is why I think we should have sex.”

Jungkook goes still. Another lesson learned from his father – in moments of turmoil, never let your opponent know how badly you want something. And he wants you very badly.

After a moment, Jungkook cuts into his steak and takes a bite. “You’d have sex with someone you don’t even like?” he asks once he swallows.

Jungkook watches you curiously, unable to wrap his mind around this. There’s clearly something between you, but Jungkook can’t decide whether it’s good or bad. You get under his skin so easily, provoking parts of himself Jungkook thought were long buried.

You shrug. “Why not?”

Hardly a glowing recommendation, but you seem to be sincere. Jungkook watches you another moment, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Things can’t possibly be as simple as they seem.

Your organization despises Jeon Energy, and for good reason. Maybe you’re here to get close to Jungkook and use it as blackmail. Although Jungkook fails to see how sex with him would achieve that. His reputation is known and you’re gorgeous. If anything, the fallout might be worse for you.

Mistaking his silence as reticence, you slowly exhale. “Look,” you say, setting down your fork. “It’s been a long time, okay? Work has been hell, so I’ve had no time to date. My last relationship ended over a year ago and that asshole couldn’t tell a clit from a urethra. You have a reputation for being good in bed and – at the very least – you’re not bad to look at.”

Several thoughts follow this rather stunning rant. First, indignation on your behalf for the asshole who failed Health Education. Second, an odd mixture of relief and disappointment when you say this is about sex. And third, a surge of satisfaction when you admit you find him attractive.

“So, you want an orgasm,” Jungkook says bluntly.

“Amongst other things.”

Sitting back, Jungkook runs his tongue over the backs of his teeth. You follow the motion with your eyes, and Jungkook realizes you’re nearly as turned on as he is.

This is good, he decides. This is safe. Sex is familiar ground for Jungkook. He’s certain he can give you an orgasm – not so certain about anything else. Some of the tension in his chest drains, replaced by sudden confidence.

“What other things?” he murmurs.

“I…” You take a deep breath. “Most guys are too gentle. If we’re only going to do this once, I want it to be good.”

Images flood his mind, and Jungkook feels his balls tighten. “You want it rough, princess? I can do that. Anything else?”

Your features scrunch before you blurt, “No oral.”

He hesitates. “For you or for me? No judgment either way, I just want to know.”

“For me,” you say. “I don’t… like it.”

Jungkook considers. Granted, many people have issues with sensory input, but this doesn’t seem to be the case here.

“You don’t like being eaten out?” he asks, curious.

“It always… sounds nice,” you allow, glancing away. “But then, I just kind of lie there while the guy moves around.”

A muscle in his jaw ticks. “Sounds as though those men were the problem, not you. But alright, no oral – for now,” Jungkook amends.

You give him a look. “There’s only going to be a now, Jungkook.”

“Right. Better make tonight count, then.”

Reaching for your glass of Moët, you finish this in one sip. Jungkook watches your tongue dart to catch the last drop of liquid and suddenly, can’t wait to get out of this restaurant.

“You’re… not what I expected, Y/N,” he murmurs.

You go still, glancing his way and Jungkook recognizes that look. It’s the look of someone waiting for a punchline and in response, his heart cinches.

“How so?” you say carefully.

Jungkook leans towards you. “Tonight has got to be a first for me.”

“Being propositioned for sex at the dinner table?”

“No.” He can’t help but grin. “That happens surprisingly often. No – I’ve never been propositioned by someone who didn’t like me. Someone I’m not even sure I like back. Just one night, no strings attached. It’s… interesting.”

Your lips settle in a pout. “You’re making this sound completely ridiculous.”

“Oh, it is,” he assures you. “But I’m into it. Okay, should we go?” Standing from the table, Jungkook drains his glass of Moët. Holding out a hand, he waits for you to take it.

You stare at his palm, then return to your food. “I haven’t finished my meal.”

“Okay.” Suppressing a smile, Jungkook takes a seat. “I thought I wasn’t supposed to care about what you ate, though?” he teases. “You’ve got to make up your mind. Should I care about your wellbeing, or should I act like a dick?”

Scowling, you push yourself to stand. “Let’s go,” you say, grabbing your purse.

You stride towards the entrance, hips swaying and Jungkook slowly drags his hand down his face. Once he’s gathered himself, he catches up to you and places a hand on your lower back.  

“Teasing?” he murmurs, bending so his lips brush your ear.

You shiver, leaning into him. “That’s the general idea, Jeon.”

Your lips quirk, and Jungkook doesn’t hate his name quite as much anymore. Not when you say it like that, with a hint of sweetness.

Several heads turn when you leave, and Jungkook feels your feet falter, then stop as you notice. Panic etches across your face as you turn.

“Is there another way out,” you say lowly.

Jungkook nods, grabbing your hand to pull you along. The kitchen is closest and, pushing through the metal doors, Jungkook ducks a tray and apologizes. Yoongi scowls at this, melting fast to surprise when he notices your presence.

Jungkook tugs you onward. “Hey, Yoongi,” he calls.

You peer curiously over your shoulder. “You know the head chef?” you ask as you exit, the door shutting behind you.

“Yeah,” Jungkook says, coming to a stop outside. “That’s Yoongi, we went to college together. Here we go,” he says as headlights swing into the alley. “For an easy, low-profile exit.”

Rolling your eyes, you enter the backseat and Jungkook shuts the door. Crossing to the other side, he pauses at the trunk to text his assistant. He saw how you looked when you thought someone photographed you and again when you exited.

A pang of understanding goes through him at this. Jungkook knows how difficult it is growing up in the spotlight. While you may have left your family’s business, this invites its own type of scrutiny. Jungkook might be known as an incorrigible playboy, but you’ve been called far worse by his father’s friends.

Jungkook remembers when it happened. Having no skin in the game, he didn’t reach out – not that he could have at the time. Jungkook was brand-new to his father’s deal and not in any position to play knight in shining armor.

Not that he’s in a different position now. Paused with his hand on the door, Jungkook wonders at himself. He’s never considered himself the hero before. It begs the question why – why now and why you?

Jungkook glances down, full of the oddest sensation that if he leaves with you, he won’t be able to go back.

Strangely, the thought isn’t as dismal as he thought it would be. And so, Jungkook enters the backseat and doesn’t look back.

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[deathbyyoongx]

everytime; chapter 5 — myg

╭ chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, ...

╭ word count: 6.6k

╭ summary: Everyone knew Min Yoongi as the guy who wouldn't say no to a nice pair of tits. His cocky attitude and stunning looks made it hard for most girls to resist. And even though you would like to say you're not like the others in that aspect, you unfortunately happened to be his ex. But even though you despised his guts for the last 3 years or so, he somehow managed to find himself a way between your legs on one semi-drunk night.

╭ pairing: fuckboy!yoongi x ex!reader

╭ genre: smut, angst, bit of fluff, more smut

╭ warnings: enemies to fwb, dom!yoongi, sub!reader, jealous ex!jungkook, bestfriend!jimin, hate sex, yoongi has a degrading kink but so does yn, brat taming, hair pulling, spitting, slapping, hickeys, choking, unprotected sex (STAY SAFE GUYS!), creampie, praise kink, hand kink, possessive yoongi, sexual content ofc, mentions of drinking, ...

╭ author's note: this fic is inspired by the song everytime by ariana grande. I also recommend using the chrome extension InteractiveFics for a better reading experience ;)

I know it's been a while since I updated this fic, but when I tell you a lot happened with me this year, I really mean it lol. But hey, I'm back :) <3 I haven't reread this chapter, so there may be typos.

03/08/2023

“Taehyung has been snoring the whole night, I can’t.” Jimin complained as he took another bite of his sandwich.

“I’m sorry I have a stuffy nose.” Taehyung pouted, his mouth still full of food.

Jungkook, Taehyung, and Jimin have been roommates ever since college. At first, they shared a place to cut the budget of their rent, but now they are just too lazy to search for something else. Even though, I think they enjoy living together and just use it as an excuse now.

Jimin took a sip of his drink. “Jungkook slept through the night though.”

Taehyung waited for you to add something to the conversation, but he noticed your absent mind ever since you guys lunched together. “You don’t seem excited to see us.” He frowned.

You snapped out of your thoughts, quickly shaking your head in disagreement. “I am just-“ You couldn’t find words to add.

“I see you recovered quickly from being sick.” Jimin said, lips curled into a smirk, making it very clear to you that he knew it was just bullshit.

Taehyung took a bite of his sandwich. “Yeah, I heard you were very sweaty.” He said innocently, not knowing the underlining truth behind Jimin’s comment.

“I…was indeed, yes.”

Jimin thought for a second, wondering if he should say what he was about to say. “I don’t want to be that guy, but you should really talk with Jungkook. The guy has been very on edge lately.”

Of course, Jungkook again. “It’s not my fault he’s like that.” Even though it felt like it was though. And the more you started to think about it, it really felt like your fault.

“Yeah, I know. But the least you could do is text him a ‘leave me alone’ instead of not responding at all.” Jimin explained. Ever since Hoseok’s party, You started to respond very drily or not even at all to Jungkook’s texts. You really had no good excuse as to why you’ve been so absent lately, especially since Jungkook knew your work schedule. ‘You’ve never been so busy, do you have a new hobby?’ Areone of the things he would ask you. Sometimes you just wanted to text him a quick and short ‘shut up’, but that would just add more fuel to the fire.

He had a point.

“I will.” Even though you said you would, you were still not sure if you’d actually do it. Jungkook had the habit to keep asking questions and you were not a great liar. And the more he’d ask, the more suspicious he’d get about what truly happened that night.

Taehyung noticed that there was a lot on your mind. “If you want to, you can come over to our place tonight. We’re going to watch that weird movie that Jin has been suggesting for the last few weeks.” He suggested, hoping it would get your mind off of things for a moment.

However, his question made the nerves kick in. “I-uhm can’t.” Clearing your throat as you said that, before taking a quick sip of your water.

Jimin narrowed his eyes, feeling a bit suspicious. “How come?”

Help me find the right excuse, someone. “I have uhm-plans.”

“Why are you stuttering so much?” Taehyung asked innocently as usual.

“With whom?” Jimin asked, but his gut feeling already knew with whom.

You just started to play with the leftover food on your plate, twirling it around with your finger like a toddler, not looking at either one of the boys. “Just…someone.” The silence after you denied to give any more information became a bit too unbearable for you. You sighed and looked up to look at them. “You’re not letting me leave until I tell you, huh?”

“Of course not.” They said in unison.

You hesitated for a sec. “Just don’t go around telling everyone, alright?”

“Come one y/n, we’re not teenagers anymore.” Jimin said to convince you.

“Okay…”It’s no big deal, right y/n? You’re just going out with your ex, nothing wrong with that. “I’m going out with Yoongi tonight.” The painful silence after that statement was killing you.

Shit.

“Wait…” Jimin said as his mind started to connect the dots. “So the guy you hooked up with the night of Hoseok’s party was Yoongi?!”

Taehyung almost choked on his drink. “They hooked up?!” He then thought for a second. “I’m surprised, but also, I’m not.”

“Are you guys going to get back together?” Jimin asked, almost sounding concerned. You low-key started to regret your confession.

What was your answer to this question? “No, I don’t think so-“ The question seemed to linger around your head. Were you? Was that what you wanted? Would Yoongi even want to get back together? I mean, the man can’t seem to keep it in his pants. Think about all those girls who probably have an unrequited crush on him, they would all pray for your downfall. And most importantly, Jia, how could you go back to work if she’d found out?

Confusion spread over Jimin’s face. “What do you mean you don’t think so?”

You were starting to get fed up with these questions which where you did not know the answers to yourself. “Look, Yoongi doesn’t seem to be interested in a relationship right now,” You say slightly annoyed. “Or so I’ve heard.” You noticed Taehyung and Jimin looking at you with a doubtful look. “And I can live with that.” You reassured.

“Can you though?” Taehyung asked a bit skeptical.

“Look if I get my heart broken it won’t be anyone’s fault but mine.” They noticed you started to get more and more defensive by the second.

“You’re out of your mind.” Jimin added.

A worried gaze started to appear on Taehyung’s face. “Does Jungkook know?”

“Of course he doesn’t.” You said defeated. “I’m not obligated to tell him.”

Taehyung and Jimin exchanged a worrisome glance at one another before turning back to you. “Look I get where you coming from, but he won’t take it that way.” Jimin explained.

“I know.” Ever since that night, a feeling of dread started to eat you up from the inside. You felt guilty, even though you shouldn’t. You told Jungkook multiple times you were just friends, but people continue to be protective about his feelings. But what about your feelings? “I’ll just…tell him myself. He needs to hear it from me you know.” You said defeated. Taehyung nodded in agreement, but Jimin just gave you an awkward smile, knowing this won’t end well.

What have I done to myself?

Work stalled and the only thing you could focus on was the ticking sound of that dreadful clock. Yoongi was planning to pick you up from work after your shift, but the idea of Jia still walking around on the work floor made you nervous as hell. How were you going to explain to her that her casual fuckbuddy used to be your boyfriend and that ever since a few days ago, you started seeing him again? The more and more you started to think about this situation, the more fucked it seemed to be. The clock hit 5 ‘o clock, which meant it was your time to head home. You quickly checked if you missed anything on your to-do list before checking out. You quickly freshened up, and if anyone was watching you right now it looked like you were running late for something. But in reality, you just didn’t want anyone to see you looking like this. Because you hated to admit it, but you did pick your best outfit for tonight. You quickly fixed your makeup and walked out of the changing room.

To your surprise, Yoongi had been waiting inside the café for you. He was wearing a nice dark blue dress shirt and black trousers. Yoongi told you to wear something nice, but not overly formal, so you just chose a nice top in combination with a skirt. And when he noticed the effort you had put in for him, a sly smile appeared on his face. “You look good.”

Your cheeks were getting a bit flushed by his compliment. “Thanks.” You looked around a bit stressed as you walked up to Yoongi, making him frown his eyebrows, wondering why you were behaving so anxious. “Let’s go though.”

“You seem to be in a hurry, but not for the right reasons.” Yoongi said as if he could read your mind. “Worried Jia will see us, huh?”

You forced a smile as you linked your arm to Yoongi’s. “Let’s just go.” You repeated. Yoongi just scoffed but did as he was told since he didn’t want to piss you off already.

Your mission of nobody of work seeing you leave with Yoongi was successful, making you feel more at ease. Yoongi let you to his car and to your surprise it was a very nice one, coming from someone that doesn’t give two shits about cars. He opened the door for you, giving you a small smile as you hopped in. He closed the door and you didn’t know why, but your anxiety was getting the best of you. Who were you kidding, of course you knew. You were going on a date with your hot ex that everyone seemed to either want or hate.

You stepped into his car, but before starting the engine he turned to you, a small chuckle leaving his lips. “Relax, it’s just me.” He placed his hand on your thigh, slightly caressing it to ease the tension.

You expect your uneasiness to be that obvious. “I know, that’s the problem.” Why did I say that?

You thought Yoongi was going to snap back at you, but instead, he just smiled. “If it makes you feel any better, you’ve done this before.” He said in a joking manner in combination with a wink, making you smile as well as memories of your past relationship flooded through your mind.

Yoongi started the engine and began driving, and what I sight to see it was. Seeing him drive shouldn’t be that attractive, but here we are. The older he got, the more handsome he got. You still remembered that shy quiet guy from high school, one that was not capable of being such a player. But look at him now, he had grown into a man, and what kind of man…One that women can’t seem to get enough from.

“Jimin and Taehyung were quite surprised when I told them we were going out tonight.” You said to break the silence.

Yoongi tilted his head in a slight surprise, his eyes still focused on the road. “You told them about us?” He almost didn’t believe it.

You rolled my eyes and chuckled. “It was hard not to. Especially after Jimin found out about the hickeys you had left on me.”

He proudly smiled at the thought of that. “My hard work shouldn’t go unnoticed.” He joked, making you smile at his stupid comment. “You seem to have covered them well though.” He added, noticing the lack of love bites on your neck, even though he knew they were still lingering.

You couldn’t help but pout as he said that. “Yeah, because of you I have to wake up earlier to cover them up with concealer.” You whined, making his heart melt by the way you said that.

“Cute.” He whispered under his breath. “I guess I’ll apologize for the inconvenience.” He said oddly formally, making you well aware he didn’t really mean it.

This was nice, you thought to yourself, but then your mind decided to ruin it for you again. Don’t feel special, he’s probably like this with all those other girls. Overthinking had become your specialty over the couple of years, especially when it was around the topic of ‘Min Yoongi.’ And now it had become a threat to fully enjoying your night. As you were staring out of the window, you started to notice the streets were getting oddly familiar. You narrowed your eyes as you carefully examined the buildings and street signs, trying your best to recognize why it all felt so familiar. But that’s when it hit you…

“Wait, are we…” You softly spoke, almost inaudible to Yoongi, but just loud enough for him to hear. However, he didn’t say anything and just started smiling at himself until you arrived. And that’s when your speculation got confirmed. A small restaurant hidden in the city, the outside covered with plants and fairy lights. “Oh my god, Yoongi.” It was the place where you had your first date.

Yoongi parked the car before he asked. “Don’t like it?” He was a bit unsure if this was the right move.

“No, I…do.” You were in awe as you looked a the place with wide eyes. “It is the same as how I remember it.” You smiled, turning to him, seeing his eyes were already on you. Shit. You were feeling those damn butterflies again.

“I’m glad you like it.”

As Yoongi and you stepped out of the car, you couldn’t help but get a little bit emotional about this place. Not only did you have your first date here, but many dates after that. You came so often that the boss started to recognize you every time you came, even stopping by sometimes to join in your conversations. A soft smile painted your face the more you thought of it, the feeling of nostalgia hugging you.

“Wait-“ Yoongi spoke before you walked in, gently pulling you in for a kiss. “Now we can go.”

This man…

The waitress outside greeted you with a bright smile as Yoongi asked if there was still a spot free for you two. She let you to a free table outside and you two happily sat down. “I don’t know why, but being here again is kind of weird.” You opened the menu, seeing nothing had changed from the last time you two ate here.

“I know right.” He chuckled, happy he had chosen this date idea. “Just pick whatever, I’ll pay.”

“It’s fine, Yoongi. I don’t care about these gender roles-”

“I don’t either, but I want to pay.”

You looked up from the menu for a second, noticing two piercing eyes looking at you. Your eyes widen, frozen in your current pose as your eyes met hers. Oh no…The woman quickly walked over to your table. Oh no…

“I thought I recognized you two! I haven’t seen you in ages, I thought you had moved to another city or something.” The old lady spoke with joy, almost sounding emotional at the sight of you. “It warms my heart you two are still together. How have you been?”

You moved your eyes over to Yoongi, not sure how to respond to this. However, he just smiled at her, ignoring the fact you were unsure what to do. “Yeah, we both were just so busy the last couple of years, plus we also wanted to save up some money to move out so that’s why. But luckily we finally found a free slot in our busy schedules to enjoy some time together again at our favorite place.”

You’ve never heard so much bullshit coming from someone’s mouth at once. However, Miss Kang was completely eating this up. “I’m happy to see you again. Can’t believe it’s been so long, you’ve really grown into adults, it’s making me slightly emotional even.” Were those tears in her eyes? “I’ll let you two be for now, enjoy the food!”

With a tilted head, you looked back to Yoongi, giving him a ‘what-was-that’ kind of look. He just shrugged his shoulders. “If you want to tell her the truth, go ahead. But then you’ll break a poor lady’s heart.” He said to toy with you, holding onto his chest as if his heart hurt.

“I don’t think I have the heart to do so.” I said, putting on my best act to sound emotional, making Yoongi chuckle.

Shockingly enough, there wasn’t a moment where you two fought or anything close to that. This was actually…really nice. But your mind knew its way to ruin it for you again. He better have not brought any other girls to this place…But then again, if he did, the owner wouldn’t have been so surprised to see us. Stop thinking! Just enjoy this for a second. You barely went out lately. It had just been work, work, and more work. Taking on more shifts you could actually handle. Jimin liked to tease you for it, saying you barely had any time for him and the boys. He then would follow up with a fake cry and dabbing away his fake tears.

The night flew by, and how darker the night got, the brighter the fairy lights shone. It seemed like a scene out of a movie, how romantic. After dinner, Yoongi invited you to his apartment, and not to do any funny business perse, he quickly added after suggesting that. So after him paying for your food, a car ride, and some more flirting, you two were standing in front of his apartment complex. You looked up at it in awe, seeing it must have cost a nice amount of money…

“You live…here?” You ask, almost in denial that this was where Yoongi lived.

He was searching for his keys as the two of you head inside. “What? I’ve been working hard.” He said nonchalantly as he noticed your wide eyes. And that’s when you realized…Yoongi didn’t live in an apartment, this was a penthouse. “Don’t forget, when you were still in college, I was starting to create a name for myself, so this just didn’t happen in one two three. And it’s not the biggest around, so no need to be so in shock.”

“But still!” You didn’t care if it wasn’t the biggest or the most luxurious, it was still something you could never afford with your café money. The two of you took the elevator to the seventh floor and you couldn’t hide your amazement at Yoongi’s living space. “No wonder girls like to spend the night with you.” You said without putting much thought behind it.

He just scoffed. “Are you saying my wonderful personality isn’t enough for them?”

You rolled your eyes and smirked. “I bet it is.”

Yoongi opened his front door, letting you into his penthouse. “Ladies first.” You stepped your first foot in and already were impressed by how nice it looked inside. It was decorated with a lot of dark and wood undertones, but you didn’t expect anything else from him. You awkwardly stood in his living room, waiting for him to say “Please, take a seat. Make yourself at home.” You carefully sat down on his sofa, watching Yoongi walk over to his liquor cabinet, and pour a drink both for him and you. He walked back to you with two glasses in his hand. “Drink up, It’ll help you loosen up.” He said as he handed over the alcoholic drink. “So tell me, how has y/n’s life been doing ever since she and Min Yoongi broke up.” Yoongi placed down the liquor bottle and placed himself next to you, nonchalantly putting his arms around your shoulders.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his weird way of asking that. “Well-” You spoke “After graduating, I just continued working at the café. And to be honest, I really enjoy it there. I’ve even been considering opening one myself, but first I need to do some more research and save up some more money to do that.”

“So you tell me, all those nights you were busy studying instead of going out, were all for a bachelor you ended up not using?” He teased. “So all those nights you could’ve been spending the night with me-”

“Augh, shut up!” You interrupted.

Yoongi laughed before taking another sip from his drink. “I’m joking, getting a bachelor’s degree in the first place is really impressive. And I’m just happy you found something that you like doing.”

“Thank you.” You smile, circling your finger on the rim of the glass. “I see your music producing has gotten you far.”

Yoongi always stayed humble. “I just got lucky, it took me a while to get here.”

“I’m not surprised though, you always had talent. I think it was just a matter of time for you to be successful.” When you said that, you spoke from the heart. On Yoongi’s free days, he would spend the night at your dorm, making you listen to whatever draft he had worked on that day. You always loved it, no matter if it was a biased opinion or not. You just felt confident he was meant to be successful.

“Is that why you’re back?” He teased. “I always knew you were a gold digger.”

“Augh-“ You playfully sighed. “You know that’s not true.” You took another sip from your drink, noticing yourself getting more lightheaded. “Does that occur often? Girls just wanting you for your money?”

“No, this all just happened recently. They are always impressed though.” Another sip. “Besides, I don’t have enough to be someone’s sugar daddy, if that’s what you’re thinking about.”

“You’ve made yourself quite the subject around the girls I know.”

“Did I?” You smirked, not because he felt proud about being the number one topic in Jia’s friend group, but more out of sheer curiosity. “Tell me more.”

“Well, especially Jia. One time she was even telling me about how great the size of your dick was.” A sign of you getting more and more intoxicated by the minute, was the fact you started to say everything unfiltered. “It drove me nuts, especially because I could imagine every single detail she described.” You said with a look of disgust. “Oh, maybe I shouldn’t have said that.” You say, turning to Yoongi with wide eyes and your hand covering your mouth.

However, he found this rather amusing. “No, no, it’s fine. Please, continue.” He chuckled. “Didn’t expect I was such a hot topic.”

“She also told me some of her friends had done the deed with you. Can’t believe you.” You said with rolling eyes before emptying your glass. “They talk about you in a way that I could never imagine.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“They act as if you’re this sex god or something.” You say with a confused expression on your face. “I’ve heard them talk about you once and I never knew people could say such filthy things in one sitting. You really got them wrapped around your finger, I got to give you that.”

Yoongi just laughed, a bit embarrassed to be honest. He noticed your face getting redder by the minute, and not because you were embarrassed, but because of the alcohol. “Your mind probably thinks, fuck, not that bastard again.” He said jokingly, even though he knew there was some truth behind it.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction. “Initially, it does.” Your smile faded into a softer one as you reminisce about the former version of Yoongi. “But then I think about how you were in high school. That sweet boy in the back of the class who was even too shy to ask me out.” The smile Yoongi noticed appearing on your face made him feel appreciated, since now he knew how you really thought about him whenever his name got mentioned. “I only started to think you were a bastard after we broke up the first time.”

Yoongi just scoffed as he took another sip of his drink. “That’s when it all went south.” He laughed. “I guess I’ll have to show you the best of me from now on.” He teased as he eyed down your glass, noticing the lack of liquor left in it. “Should I pour more for you?”

You happily nodded as you handed him your glass. “Yes please!” He just smiled as he went back to his cabinet to fill your glass for round two. You just studied Yoongi’s anatomy as he was pouring the drink. How his shirt accentuated his back muscles, how broad his shoulders became as he got older, or how beautiful his long black hair was. What a sight to be seen. Yoongi turned back around, handing back your drink as he sat down next to you, in the same position as before. He took another sip from his drink, something obviously gnawing on his conscious.

That’s when he decided to ask it. “How are things between you and Jungkook?”

You couldn’t help but feel a bit uneasy whenever Jungkook’s name got mentioned in conversations. Especially since you got together with Jungkook after the break up with Yoongi…“Good, we’re best friends now.” But you noticed the weird look Yoongi gave you after you gave your answer. “What?”

“Nothing.” He quickly said to shrug off any suspicion. “Why did you guys break up though?”

“Eh, it’s my turn to ask a question now” You didn’t want to keep talking about Jungkook anymore, especially when it came to Yoongi. Why would you want to be honest about your emotions?

Yoongi was a bit taken aback by your reaction. “Didn’t know we were taking turns. But all right, go ahead.”

You felt your heartbeat increase by the question that was lingering in your head. “How many other girls are you seeing beside me.”

Yoongi moved a bit closer to you. “Wouldn’t you like to know, huh?” He said he locked his eyes onto yours, noticing the seriousness on your face. “Well, that’s private.”

Your eyebrows frowned as he said that. “Private?!” You said baffled.

“Hmh? What? Aren’t you the one being secretive about us too?” He asked in the most unserious tone.

“fine”

He chuckled before emptying his glass as well. “Now, back to my former question. Why did you two break up?”

“Uhm.” The thing was, no matter how much alcohol you drank, there was no way in hell that you could tell him the real reason you broke up with Jungkook. Oh, I quickly discovered that he was just a rebound and that I was actually still in love with you. But when I wanted to get back together, you were already busy fucking half the girls of the town. So I just came to the conclusion we weren’t meant to be to start with. Yeah right. t“We just didn’t match.”

“That’s all?”

“Yup.”

Yoongi would’ve believed you if you said that statement in full confidence. But the mixture of you waiting too long to respond and saying your sentence with hesitation made it very clear to him that there was something you weren’t telling him. But he also knew he wasn’t going to get it out of you tonight. “Alright then.”

After your second glass, you realized you really shouldn’t have had another one. Because unsurprisingly enough, you couldn’t really handle alcohol that well. “Can you kiss me now though? I’ve been dying for you to give me another one but without much success.” You tried to say in your most seductive tone, but due to your drunkenness, it came out a bit funny.

“So needy all of a sudden, huh?”

“Hmh, kissy kiss please.” You pouted your lips like a fish as you leaned into Yoongi to plant one on him.

Yoongi frowned his brows as he suddenly backed away from you, a sinister smirk formed on his lips. “Wait, are you drunk already?” He said bewildered, not believing anyone could easily get that drunk.

You scoffed. “You’re a silly man with silly questions. I don’t think I am. Which means we can take this further, right tiger?” Stroking your index finger from his chest to just above his groin.

He shook his head in disbelief. “Alright, You’re drunk y/n”

“Maybe a little.”

“Well, I’m not, so there won’t be any funny business tonight.” You suddenly felt the touch of his hands around your wrist, holding your hand back from touching him any further.

“Heh!” You couldn’t believe it. “But you know I like to fuck when I’m drunk.”

Yoongi couldn’t help but smile out of embarrassment, not expecting you to have said that. Min Yoongi being a bit shy? “I know, but it’s weird when I’m sober.”

“But I’ve been dying to kiss you, touch you, fuck you.” You leaned in even closer to Yoongi, the distance between your faces being minimal, hoping this would reel him in.

But to your disappointment, it didn’t work. “I’m flattered, really, but don’t worry I won’t be going anywhere soon.”

You pouted, your heart aching from the idea that he didn’t want to touch you. How dare he. “Can we just hug then?”

“Hugging is fine.”

You quickly wrapped your arms around Yoongi, pressing your cheek against his chest, appreciating the softness of his shirt. You were listening to his heartbeat as if it were a lullaby. With every thump the relaxer you got. “I haven’t spoken to you for three years and it feels like yesterday we were together.” You mumbled.

“Weird huh?” He said softly.

Something in you wanted to tell him you missed him, but your little heart couldn’t get itself to do it. It would’ve made you too vulnerable and you didn’t want to ruin this moment to speak up about your complicated feelings for Yoongi. It could mean absolutely nothing to him, but you were just happy to be able to lay in his arms tonight. Cause after tonight, you knew he was just going to the next girl on his list. But the sudden feeling of his thumb caressing your arm as he held you made your eyes water. He wasn’t talking, just watching admiring you. The silence felt far from awkward. It was more comforting than something else.

You felt your eyelids getting heavy though. “Would you have a problem with me if I fell asleep right now?”

Yoongi chuckled, not surprised you were already going to crash. “Of course not”

“We’ll the chance of that happening is very high.” You mumbled. “Why do you smell so good.” You said it as if it was a bad thing. Which for you kind of was, because it made you crave for more of him. You looked up to him and when his eyes met yours, a smile appeared on your face out of reflex. “You’re so beautiful.”

The moment you said that, you saw Yoongi’s features soften up. His eyebrows turned into a pleading kind of expression, his eyes twinkling and his mouth slightly open. “Oh y/n…” He said as if his heart was hurting.

“What?”

He let out a defeated sigh as he tucked a strand of your hand behind your ear. “Nothing. I’m just happy to see you again.” You saw his pupils move from one place to another as he was examining your face like a work of art. “Maybe we should head to bed.”

“Ooh, we?” You teased, still trying to get him to do all those things he said he would over the phone.

“Come on.” He moved up from his seat, reaching his hand for you to take it, which you did in seconds, of course. He led you to his bedroom, seeing how luxurious it looked, making you even madder he didn’t want to do anything with you tonight. “I’ll give you my shirt to sleep in.” He walked over to his closet, grabbed a black shirt, and handed it to you.

You accepted it in full grace, happy to be wearing his clothes again. He used to do this as well when you came to his place three years ago. It almost felt like a privilege. “Turn around though.”

“Are you serious?” Yoongi said appalled, almost sounding offended. Not because he really wanted to see you naked or something, but rather because he had seen you naked multiple times, Hoseok’s party excluded. But he just guessed because it had been a long time, you had lost that comfort in him.

“Yes, this is very exclusive content!” You pouted. Yes, you knew Yoongi had already seen every little crevice of your body, but because of his abundance of experience, you became a bit insecure.  

“I’ll go ahead and brush my teeth already then.” He said, respecting your needs.

“Oh, I don’t have a toothbrush.”

“One night won’t ruin your dental hygiene.”

As Yoongi headed inside his bathroom, you quickly changed into his shirt. You were blushing to yourself, feeling rather proud to be able to wear his shirts. I hope no other girl has worn this. A moment later you were lying down on his bed, quickly realizing the sheets smelled like Yoongi. You really were on Cloud 9. After a few minutes, he came back wearing only a pair of briefs. Even though you’ve seen his chest multiple times, you still were too timid to look, making you turn your head to the side. “What’s the matter? First time seeing a bare-chested man?” He said sarcastically

“I’m feeling violated.”

He placed himself next to you, hovering over you. “Next time you’ll be drinking the weak stuff first and I’ll just drink the hard stuff myself, lightweight.” He gently grabbed your face and planted a kiss on your forehead. “Then we can get drunk at the same pace, how about that?”

You smiled, pulling him in for a kiss on the lips. “Sounds like a great idea.” This felt weird. This whole night felt weird. Not because of you or Yoongi in particular. But because it all felt like weird déjà vu. “Alright, goodnight y/n.” He said before turning off the light

“Goodnight Yoongi.” You rubbed your face against the pillow, creating a little malt to fit your face nicely to sleep in. The sudden feeling of his arm snaking around your waist almost made you cry. He pulled you a bit closer, feeling his heartbeat against your back. You smiled. Cause tonight, you were his and his only.

“Don’t kiss me I have morning breath.” When you found yourself in Yoongi’s arms, and a painful headache, the next morning, you realized how bad of a combo you and alcohol are.

Yoongi chuckled before leaning in closer to you. “Like I care Besides, yesterday you were very persistent on me kissing you.” He teased with a smirk.

“I talk a bit too much when I’m tipsy.” You pouted as you felt Yoongi’s lips on your neck.

“Tipsy?” He teased.

“Shut up.” You sat up straight, stretching your body to wake yourself up. “I can’t stay long though, I have to be at work at 12.” Your heart was feeling sad you had to leave already.

Yoongi sat straight as well. “It’s fine, I have a meeting in the afternoon, so I couldn’t stay either,” He gently grabbed your chin, pulling you in for a kiss. “unfortunately.” Yoongi moved up from his bed, stretching at well. “Let me take a quick shower before I drop you off.”

However, you did not hear that last sentence Yoongi just said. Because Yoongi was indeed, a healthy man. And healthy men would occasionally get morning wood. It was not your fault it distracted you for a minute. You quickly moved your eyes away from his clothed erection and decided to keep your focus strictly on Yoongi’s face. “Sorry, what?”

Yoongi smirked at the sight of you being flustered. “I said I was going to take a quick shower, but it seems that you were a bit distracted.”

“Just go shower, please!”

Yoongi just shook his head in disbelief. “You’re a lot of talk when you’re drunk, but sober you’re such a pussy.” He said before closing the door behind him. During Yoongi’s shower, you put back on your own clothes as you heard the shower head running. You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, noticing the rubbed-out mascara that made you look like a raccoon. You tried your best to tame your hair but without much luck. You heard a notification noise coming from somewhere, but it wasn’t from your phone. Curiosity got the best of you, so you quickly took a glimpse at the text Yoongi received.

[09:21] Eunha: Yoongi~ I hope tonight is still on. I haven’t heard from you yet so I’m getting worried ㅠㅠ

The urge to text her back yourself to tell you that he was busy with someone else, was immense. But you just bit your tongue and ignored it. It was the universe telling you that you were, indeed, not special. Being Yoongi’s one and only was too good to be true. You just sighed, laying back down and trying your best to get your mind out of the gutter. After a few minutes of waiting, Yoongi was done with his shower and decided to come out of the bathroom with just a towel around his waist. You really are testing me, aren’t you? You took a little peak, before covering your eyes with your arms, making Yoongi chuckle. “You can look you know? I don’t mind.”

“I feel more comfortable likes this.”

His lips left a little ‘tsk’ sound as he started to get dressed, telling you after a few minutes it was safe to open your eyes again. You sat up from the bed, smiling innocently at Yoongi as if you didn’t want him to rearrange your guts yesterday, but now you were chickening out. “y/n-” You hear Yoongi whisper, making you turn your body to him. You felt his hands creep onto your waist as he leaned in a bit. “Before we go, can I just…” He pulled your body closer to his, making you hold onto his shoulders as he gently pressed you against the door. You could feel his breath against your lips, waiting for a second before pressing his lips against yours, his lips slowly moving against yours. A rush of excitement went through your body by Yoongi’s sudden need for you. You could feel his hand squeezing your breast as if he had been waiting for the opportunity to do so, making you let out a small wince. His lips left yours and a grin painted his face. “Alright, let’s go.” You weren’t sure what just happened, or why he suddenly had the need to do that. You’d be lying if it didn’t leave you wanting more, but neither of you had the time for it anymore. Making you think he did this on purpose.

After the two of you left his apartment, he drove you back home, which didn’t take that long. Conveniently enough, his house was that far from yours. After holding the door for you again and walking up to your front door, you couldn’t believe this was already over. “Thanks for last night, I really had fun.” You said before opening the door.

“So did I.” He smiled before it turned into a slight grin. “Now that you stopped pretending you don’t want to see me, how about I come over to pick you up this Friday?”

Suddenly, the text from that girl named Eunha popped into your head, altering your answer. “I’ll think about it.” You said with a hint of sadness.

Yoongi leaned in closer, holding your waist for a second before planting another kiss on your lips. “Let me know, okay? See you soon y/n.” He smiled before letting go of you. You watch him drive off before heading into your home, leaning against the door as soon as it’s closed. But when you caught yourself being a little bit too smiley, you mentally slapped yourself out of it. Don’t do this to yourself No, you weren’t going to fall in love with him again. No matter how nice he would be to you. He was an upper-fuckboy and you should know better. You were just another one in his long contact list of girls. So tonight you made a promise to yourself. The moment you started to catch feelings for Yoongi, you would cut him out of your life.

Simple.

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[BTS] SUGA | Agust D 'D-DAY' 활동기 비하인드 대공개!

[BTS] SUGA | Agust D ‘D-DAY’ Activity Period Behind-the-Scenes Release!

아-하!

Hi-A!

(T/N: Stands for ‘Hi ARMY’, which is how Bangbell always starts these posts.)

꒰⸝⸝•ᴗ•⸝⸝꒱੭⁾⁾

방림이가 너무 오랜만에 왔죠? (;´・`)> 오랜만에 온 만큼 어마 무시한 포스트 주인공을 데리고 왔는데요?! 오늘의 주인공은 바로바로바로바로~~~ (모두 다 알고 있지만) SUGA | Agust D의 솔로 앨범 활동기 비하인드!

It’s been a while since Bangbell was here, right? (;´・`)>

But since it’s been a while, I’ve brought an incredible star for this post?! And today’s star is is is is is~~~ (You all already know but) The behind-the-scenes for SUGA | Agust D ’s solo album activity period!

포스트를 시작하기에 앞서 퀴즈 나갑니다 민슈가의 매력 포인트는 무엇일까요? 1. 귀여움 2. 멋있음 3. 섹시함 4. 잘생김 5. 말랑함 정답은요?

1, 2, 3, 4, 5 아무래도 당모. 당연히 모두 다. 슈가의 귀여움, 멋있음, 섹시함, 잘생김, 말랑함을 다 모아 포스트에 가-득 담아왔으니 바로 시작하시죠!

Before we start this post, there’s a quiz

What’s Min Suga’s most charming feature?

His cuteness

His coolness

His sexiness

His handsomeness

His squishiness

The answer?

1, 2, 3, 4, 5 No matter what you pick AOTA. All Of The Above.

I’ve gathered together all of Suga’s cuteness, coolness, sexiness, handsomeness, and squishiness and have put it aaall in this post so let’s begin!

말랑 포근 남친 + 예민 존잘 수트 남신 두 가지 콘셉트를 전부 볼 수 있었던 ‘사람 Pt.2 (feat. 아이유)’ MV 비하인드로 가볍게 시작해 볼까요?

A soft and cozy boyfriend + A sharp, handsome, suit-wearing god Shall we start with the behind-the-scenes for the ‘People Pt.2 (feat. IU)’ MV where you can see both of these concepts?

*Ꙩꙻ₀Ꙩꙻ)！ 조그만 곳에 들어가는 걸 좋아하고 신 걸 못 먹는 걸 보니 민윤기는 고양이가 확실합니다(?) MV에서는 그렇게 날티나던 OPPA였는데 현장에선 이렇게 귀여운 게 말이 돼?! ㄴ외않되

*Ꙩꙻ₀Ꙩꙻ)！ He likes going into small places and he can’t eat sour things so I’m positive that Min Yoongi is a cat(?)

In the MV he appeared like such a playboy OPPA* But on set he’s so cute. Does that even make sense?! ㄴWhy not?

(T/N: ‘Oppa’ is the Korean word women use to refer to a man who is older than them. Female fans also use this term affectionately for male celebrities.)

5252~ 귀여운 ‘해금’ MV 속 애옹이를 보느라 처연미 넘치는 ‘AMYGDALA’ MV 비하인드도 잊으면 안된다구 항상 미남이지만 본인피셜 “이때 예뻤네~!” 말이 나오게 만드는 ‘AMYGDALA’ MV 속에서는 더더욱 어머 미남.. ⸝⸝• ̫•⸝⸝

Hey hey*~ Just because you saw a cute kitty in the ‘Haegeum’ MV doesn’t mean you can forget about the ‘AMYGDALA’ MV that’s full of tragic beauty

(T/N: The number 5252 is pronounced “oh ee oh ee / 오이오이” in Korean, which sounds a lot like the greeting “Hey / eo ee, 어이” that you would shout at someone.)

He’s always been a handsome man but in the ‘AMYGDALA’ MV even he ended up saying “Wow, I looked so pretty then~!” Oh my what a handsome man.. ⸝⸝• ̫•⸝⸝

깜짝 사연 모집과 함께 오랜만에 돌아와서 아미들을 놀라게 했는데 보이는 라디오를 통해 더 물오른 미모로 더더더 놀라게 했던 꿀에펨부터 슙디… 금방 돌아온다고 했으니까 기다릴게… 기다린다! 우리… 한 발자국도 안 움직인다! 슙디 돌아올 때까지 숨참기 시작

Starting with Kkul FM which came back after a long time along with a surprise story submission form and really caught ARMYs off guard and surprised them even more with his beautiful looks through a video radio show

DJ Syub*… you said you’ll be back soon so we’ll wait… we’ll wait! We… won’t even move a single step! Starting now we’re holding our breath until DJ Syub returns

(T/N: The alias Suga uses when he hosts his radio show Kkul FM.)

있지도 않은 남사친 기억 조작하게 만들면서 많은 아미들 심장 떨리게 만들었던 팔레트

Palette, which made everyone think of a guy friend that they don’t even have and made so many ARMYs’ hearts flutter

미니미즈가 함께 출연한 핑계고에서 본 뜻밖의 귤디 (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤

갑작스런 퀴즈. 슈가는 핑계고에서 귤을 몇 개를 먹었을까요? 정답은 아미가 알려줄 거야…

Tangerine D was unexpectedly seen on Just an Excuse which the Minimis* appeared on together (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤

(T/N: A nickname for Suga and Jimin.)

Pop quiz. How many tangerines did Suga eat on Just an Excuse? ARMYs will let you know the answer…

주인장 아니고 게스트로 나와서 으른 섹시 + 잔망 귀여움 다 보여줬던 슈취타 아니고 알취타도 있구요!

He appeared as a guest instead of the host and showed off menacing sexiness + adorableness And it wasn’t Suchwita, it was Rchwita*!

(T/N: The name of Suga’s talk show ‘Suchwita’ changed to ‘Rchwita’ when RM hosted for one episode.)

of the 아미 for the 아미 by the 아미 오로지 아미만을 생각하면서 준비한 로드 투 아미 솔직히 정식으로 귀미챌 한 번 더 해줘야 된다고 생각합니다. (진지)

of the ARMY for the ARMY by the ARMY He prepared Road to ARMY while only thinking of ARMY

If I’m being honest, I think he needs to do the SICC* again. (I’m serious)

(T/N: Stands for “Sorry I’m Cute Challenge,” which was a trend many idols did during fanmeets.)

해외에 나��서도 아미들이랑 이야기 나누고 싶다고 현지 시간으로 이른 아침 일찍부터 찾아와 조곤조곤 많은 이야기 나누고 간 발매 라이브에

Even when he went overseas he said he wanted to talk to ARMYs So he got up in the early hours local time And, very quietly, talked a lot during his album release live

빽빽한 미국 스케줄 사이에 깜짝 무대 선물해 준 팰런쇼

In between his packed schedule in the U.S. He gifted us with a surprise performance on the Fallon Show

두 가지 매력의 데이트룩도 차려입고 아미들과 영화관 데이트했던 무비 나잇까지..!

He donned two date outfits with two different charms and went on a movie date with ARMYs for Movie Night..!

끝인 줄 알았지?! 최고의 선물 ‘해금’ 안무 영상은 또 얼마나 열심히 준비했게요

You thought this was the end right?!

How hard must he have prepared for the ‘Haegeum’ dance practice video, which was the best gift ever

해금 추는 민윤기… 다시 볼 수 있기 기원 정권 찌르기 1일차… 콘서트 준비에 바빴을 텐데 아미들 심심하지 말라고 언제 다 준비해놓고 짜잔- 한 상 차려놓은 민윤기 안 사랑하는 법 나는 몰라 진짜 몰라 ( ˃̣̣̥ω˂̣̣̥ )

Min Yoongi dancing to Haegeum… This is day 1 of pestering the higher ups to let me see that again…

He must have been so busy preparing for his concerts But just so ARMYs wouldn’t be bored Min Yoongi prepared everything at some point and ta da- He prepared an entire feast Seriously I don’t even know how I’m not supposed to love him ( ˃̣̣̥ω˂̣̣̥ )

여기에 콘서트는 또 얼마나 기깔나게 준비했다구욧!? 콘서트 준비 과정도 함께 만나볼까요? ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Just how much did he say he prepared here for the concert!? Shall we go check out the concert preparation process? ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

고양이도 콘서트 포스터 촬영을 할 수 있는 건가요? 슈가는 없고 앙큼 고영 밖에 없는데요?

Can cats also take photos for concert posters? There’s no Suga here just a devious kitty?

비상비상!!! 1 아미 1 애옹이 보급 시급 이과 아미들 뭐 하는데!! 민윤기 복제 안 하고 뭐 하는데!! (땡깡)

Emergency emergency!!! 1 ARMY 1 kitty are urgently needed ARMYs who studied science, what are you doing!! Why haven’t you cloned Min Yoongi yet!! (Throwing a tantrum)

✧/ᐠ-ꞈ-ᐟ| 이 이모티콘 그 잡채…

✧/ᐠ-ꞈ-ᐟ| He’s the epitome of this emoticon…

의미 있는 자신감으로 Full 라이브 밴드 콘서트를 준비한 슈가… 아미들 마음을 조사버릴 민윤기 책임져.. 난 365일 중에 613일 정도는 민윤기 생각만 한다고 그리고 대망의 콘.서.트. 두둥!

Full of meaningful confidence Suga prepared a full live-band concert…

Min Yoongi, who’s destroying ARMYs’ hearts Take responsibility.. I think of only Min Yoongi 613 days out of 365 days

And now the long-awaited con.cert.

Drum roll!

크으으으으으으 My rap star… My rockstar… My king… 슈가는 왕이에요…

Woooooooooow My rap star… My rockstar… My king… Suga is the king…

이렇게 길고 알찼던 활동만큼 길고도 알찼던 활동기 포스트가 끝이 났습니다! 뭐 잊은 거 없냐구요? 乁(ᴗ ͜ʖ ᴗ)ㄏ 글~쎄요?? 넝담이고~

For as long and packed as this activity period was this long and packed acitivity period post is coming to an end!

You’re saying I forgot something?

乁(ᴗ ͜ʖ ᴗ)ㄏ I~don’t know??

Just a joke~

이 포스트를 빌려 아미에게 방림이 전할게 음음음음 다행히도 보여줄 사진은 여태 많이 남았네

Bangbell will take this post as a chance to tell ARMY Mm mm mm mm Thankfully there are still many pictures I have yet to show you*

(T/N: A reference to Suga’s verse in ‘Life Goes On.’)

포스트에 빠질 수 없는 셀카! 이쁜 셀카 이렇게 잔뜩 모아왔다구요! <(=^･^=)> 다양한 콘텐츠와 공연으로 아미들을 즐겁게 해준 슈가 & Agust D & 윤기에게 많은 박수 부탁드립니다~!!! (와아아아~~)

The selfies that we can’t leave out of this post! I’ve gathered all of these pretty selfies! <(=^･^=)>

Please give a big round of applause for Suga & Agust D & Yoongi for preparing all kinds of content and performances for ARMYs to enjoy~!!! (Yaaaaay~~)

어라랏..? 이쯤하면 아뿅이 나올 때가 됐는데..?

Umm..? Doesn’t ‘A-Poof’ usually appear right about now..?

따란~

Ta da~

여러분들이 그렇게 찾던 고양이 셀카를 두고 올 방림이가 아니죠 ~(˘▾˘)~

Bangbell has brought the cat selfie that you all were looking for ~(˘▾˘)~

요즘 날씨가 많이 더운데 방림이가 더위를 물리치는 특별 방법을 알려드릴게요! 1. 슈가 사진 보기 2. Agust D 노래 듣기 3. 민윤기 사랑해 외치기

It’s been so hot recently so Bangbell will let you know a special method to beat the heat!

Look at photos of Suga

Listen to Agust D songs

Shout that you love Min Yoongi

그럼 다들 더위 조심하시고~ 다음에 또 다른 선물 같은 콘텐츠로 돌아오겠습니다!

So be careful of the heat~ I’ll come back next time with more gift-life contents!

아-뿅!

A-Poof!

(T/N: Short for “Bye ARMY! Poof!”, which is how Bangbell always ends these posts.)

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[Note]

본 포스트는 BIGHIT MUSIC에서 직접 운영하는 포스트입니다.

This Naver Post account is personally managed by BIGHIT MUSIC.

[End Note]

Trans cr; Ali & Annie Typeset cr; Chika @ bts-trans © TAKE OUT WITH FULL CREDITS

#230707 #suga #yoongi #agust d #big hit #official #twitter #naver #bangbell #blogpost #bts #bangtan #photos #d-day #promotion period #haegeum #very many nice pictures #the gratitude runs deep #tangerines and kitties

[i-am-baechu]

Preview

・Title: Bad Boy

・Paring: Playboy! Yoongi x Namjoon’s little sister! Reader

・ Summary: Yoongi has been best friends with Namjoon since he was seven. He knew his little sister was always off limits but Yoongi never followed the rules.

・ Rating: Explicit (18+) 

・ Genre: Playboy! Yoongi, bad boy! Yoongi, best friend's little sister! reader, college! au, music major! Yoongi, Biology major! reader, fluff, romance, smut, and angst

“I guess sometimes you have to lie to find the truth...” – Scott Westerfeld....

He turned his head and saw Y/N standing there holding a tray of sweets. Y/N was three years younger than Namjoon and four years his junior. He saw her as a piece of glass. She was so sharp but one push and boom, shattered. They didn’t really talk that much because she was always busy with her friends or school. He also didn’t know what to say to her. Like at this moment. 

She gave him a small smile and glanced down at the tray, “I got some pastries for your study session. I also started the coffee machine, you should have some soon. Hopefully.”  

Yoongi nodded his head and put his hair in a small ponytail, “Thanks Y/N.” 

He glanced at her and saw that she was in a simple white loungewear set with matching slippers. Her hair was braided and out of her face giving him the perfect view of her eyes. When they were younger, her eyes were like a doe. So wide and filled with hope. Now that she was older they matured with the sparkle of hope that never truly left her. Hoping that life wouldn’t hurt her and everything would turn out right for her. She had all the tools to make that happen and Yoongi knew this. 

Y/N glanced over her shoulder and then back at him, “Namjoon is waiting. He’s grumpy today, be patient with him.”

“Is it because of his girl?” 

“Heejin-unnie? Did they get into a fight?”

Yoongi let out a small chuckle and realized that Y/N had no idea about her brother’s love life, “I guess you can say that.” 

Y/N tilted her head at him, “Should I be worried? I just want to make sure he’s alright.”

Yoongi shook his head at this and put his hands in his pant’s pocket, “He’s alright. He’s a big boy.” 

Y/N nodded her head and smiled at him, “Plus, he has you in his life. Come in before Namjoon gets angrier.” 

Yoongi wanted to ask her what she meant by that but she walked away from him. There were moments where Yoongi found himself wanting to talk to her but he always stopped himself. She was always there but instead of being a wallflower he saw her as the charming painting that could brighten up any house. Only a few can understand art and he was glad he could.

#bts reactions #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts jungkook #bts namjoon #bts seokjin #bts taehyung #bts jimin #bts yoongi #bts x reader #Bts #bts fanfction #bts fanfic #min yoongi x reader #yoongi x reader

[star-my]

BTS Fic Recs ☆ Ao3

These are all available on ao3 as of April 2024 (I had more but some fics/accounts weren't available anymore). Some require an account to view them. Some are likely crossposted on tumblr as well.

~TUMBLR RECS COMING~

Almost all are complete works, those with "+" after WC are incomplete.

Most of these are Mature or Explicit (usually because of smut) ~ mdni ~ italicized titles rated G or T ~ Please read responsibly

OT7/Multi

☆ Scarlet Handprints by Risingstorm15 | Mafia AU, Vampire AU, Fantasy AU, Hybrid AU | Platonic OT7 | 17k

☆ I'm Not a Vampire (I Promise) by BBQKitten | Supernatural AU, Roommates AU | Platonic OT7 | 4k

☆ Make it Right by Eden (kurokimio) | Mafia AU | 175k

☆ Flux series by dailydoseofdia | Coworkers AU, Office AU | MYG + JJK | 65k+

☆ Break the Ice by minlouvre | Hockey AU | PJM + JJK | 46k

☆ Blood, Sweat, & Tears by dearprudencewithlove | Vampire AU | 750k

☆ Witchcraft series by fiar22 | E2L F2L Witch AU, School AU, Supernatural AU | MYG + PJM | 112k+

☆ The Snowball Effect series (collab) | 155k

Kim Seokjin

☆ {Unavailable}

Kim Namjoon

☆ Guilty by xJoonChildx | Mafia AU, PA AU | 17k

Min Yoongi

☆ Vows: aka 10 ways to win your husband's heart by hamsterclaw | Chaebol AU, Arranged Marriage AU | 60k

☆ From the Ashes by bangtanlove86 | Chaebol AU, Arranged Marriage AU | 48k

☆ Arranged Destiny by NunaWriter | Arranged Marriage AU | 21k

☆ Dating Advice by taleasnewastime | F2L Fake Dating AU | 54k

☆ The Arrangemint by Cassakane | Fake Dating AU, Neighbours AU | 9k

☆ and they were roommates (omg they were roommates) by JupiterJoon | Roommate AU | 10k

☆ Look down on me like that by heretobebtstrash | E2L Coworker AU, Office AU | 100k+

☆ The Email by itsallabouthedetails | Coworker AU, Office AU | 25k

☆ A Smartass and an Acutely Vulnerable Scenario by Slatternfemina | Uni AU, Coworker AU | 30k

☆ First Love, Last Love by ryenwrites | High School AU, Uni AU | 33k

☆ Melophile by thepencilnerd | R2L Uni AU | 43k

☆ Flightless Bird, American Mouth by orphan_account | Brother's Best Friend AU, Uni AU | 10k

☆ Matilda by lotuseaters | Brother's Best Friend AU | 140k

☆ If it's Love by tritchie2319 | Brother's Best Friend AU, Rapper AU | 19k

☆ Volume series by mintjoonlep | S2F2L Rapper AU | 87k+

☆ Countermelody by bonvoyage_noona | S2F2L Rapper AU | 100k

☆ Musk by Guessimaclotpole | S2L | 19k

☆ Any of ty_wl_95's one-shots, honestly

☆ His Angel by Nyleze | Mafia AU, PA AU | 72k

☆ Heartless by Ravendipity | Mafia AU | 175k

☆ Safety Pin by marchdahlia | Mafia AU | 38k

☆ Talking Bodies by bangtaninink | Pornstar AU | Minor Multi | 42k

☆ You Think You're So Tough by EvaMariee | S2L Stripper AU | 21k

☆ No Face by seokology | (Crossroads) Demon AU | 11k

☆ Ice Cold by mintedmango | E2L Supernatural AU, Krampus AU | 14k

☆ What is Written by Lu_luebells | Supernatural AU, Grim Reaper AU | 26k

☆ helLO pARADISE, mY NAMe IS by seokology | Greek Myth AU, Hades AU | 10k

☆ Owner Training by Ungnyeo | Hybrid AU, Roommates AU? | 27k

☆ The Velvet Devil by mxlia | S2L Vampire AU, Bar AU | 10k

☆ His First Love by Justimajin | Vampire AU, Reincarnation AU | 40k

☆ Please don't leave me by minhoneykisses | Established Relationship AU, Canon Idol-verse | 12k

☆ Blood, Sweat & Texts by JHopeissoOMG | Canon Idol-verse | 13k

☆ Willing Captive by JJ_daydreaming | Canon Idol-verse | 7k

☆ Rise of the Nation's King by Justimajin | Daechwita AU | 19k

Jung Hoseok

☆ Dalliance by sugalights | Established Relationship AU | 10k

☆ I Can't Betray You by Jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue | Mafia AU | 17k

☆ upbeat by fizzydrink698 | BFF2L Rapper AU, Uni AU | 12k

☆ an abundance of scrunchies by bluesxde | E2F2L Single Dad AU | 24k

Park Jimin

☆ Failure to Communicate by stutterfly + taehyungforreal | Uni AU | 21k

☆ Raise the Bar by DayStar | Vampire AU, Bar AU, Coworkers AU | 10k

☆ Married to a Playboy by Armygirl0616 | Arranged Marriage AU | 36k

☆ Never Falling by dailydoseofdia | Singer AU, PA AU | 20k

Kim Taehyung

☆ Not that good by taleasnewastime | Uni AU | 20k

☆ The Mob Boss Wants Forever! by ArielleWrites | Mafia AU | 45k

Jeon Jungkook

☆ Chasing Butterflies by ddaenggtan | Uni AU, Nerd AU | 13k

☆ Perverted Bunny Mask by Btsinned | E2L Mafia AU | 88k

☆ Devil in a New Suit by makotako | S2F2L | 23k

☆ Knights of the Night by StoryRodeo_333 | Uni AU, Vampire AU | 55k

☆ Kingdom Come by mintedmango | Dragon AU | 28k

☆ Make You Mine by ColorMePurplex2 | Omegaverse AU | 11k

☆ Chasing Shadows by ColorMePurplex2 | Sherlock AU | 22k

☆ Liability by AlexLorchan | F2L | 21k

☆ Prisoners of the Moon by wishfulwrites | Werewolf AU, Arranged Marriage AU | 42k

#star speaks #bts fic rec #group: bts #member: ot7 #type: fic #can you tell who my biases are by the sheer number of recs compared to the others :p #(I promise I love Jin too I just don't have any ao3 recs for him currently) #bts fic recs

[dreamescapeswriting]

𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ⪼ 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐎𝐮𝐭 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐧 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - August 2022

⤜MASTERLIST

NON IDOL AU/  CEO AU

Absolutely no part two. I wont do a part where she forgives him. Cheating is cheating. Get rid of that toxic shit.

SEOKJIN:

"What are you doing?" You whined as Jin took the remote away from you and quickly changed the channel from the news to something else.

"I was trying to watch that," You told him before snatching the remote back and trying to change it but his lips were suddenly attached to your neck.

"Hmm, let's just go upstairs instead." He whined at you before sucking on your neck making you mumble his name out needily. It had been months since the two of you had slept together because you were pregnant and he didn't want to "hurt the baby". 

"I would but...B-But I need to watch the news." You mumbled before he quickly kissed you and threw the remote onto the other sofa inside of your shared living room.

"Where is this coming from? I thought you didn't want to because of the baby." You laughed as he slowly stood up and pulled you with him, leading you toward the stairs when you heard something outside.

"What was that?" You quizzed, looking through the window of the door to see a man standing on the doorstep, knocking on the door over and over again while shouting something you couldn't quite hear.

"I'll get rid of them, go upstairs," Jin ordered before you walked up the stairs, you couldn't hear anything that was being said and since Jin was taking so long you put on the TV. Only to realise why Jin had been trying to get you to sleep with him.

On the news were videos of Jin and another woman fucking inside of a hotel hallway, too excited to get into the hotel room apparently. 

"Is this why you didn't want me to see the news?" You questioned when he finally came into the room again, your mouth dropped open as the news continued to play the video clip.

"Yn, it's not me." He told you while shaking his head, mumbling some excuse that it was just someone that happened to look like him but you paused it when it showed the man's face.

"I think that pretty much proves that it's you!" You yelled before moving away from him as quickly as you could - which was hard when you were 7 months pregnant.

"Don't do this, you're going to cause stress for the baby."

"I'm going to cause it stress?! What about the baby's father who's out fucking other women!" You yelled before throwing a pillow in his reaction,

"Get out!" You ordered him,

"No, Yn. We need to talk about this! We're starting a family!"

"GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!" You screamed, tears running down your face as you shook your head over and over again as you tried to remove the image of him and someone else from your head.

"You're being overemotional because you're pregnant. We can work this out, I'll find a hotel for the night," He told you while you pushed him out of the bedroom door and slammed it in his face, slowly sliding down the wooden door as you cried into your knees.

The only connection you had with Jin was your baby, the only time you saw Jin was when he wanted to spend time with his child and you made sure you had custody over the infant. Jin was only ever allowed to see them every other weekend until the baby was old enough to decide who he wanted to be with more. Jin had tried everything to get back together with you but when he realised you were never going to take him back, he fell into the playboy lifestyle you knew he always wanted.

YOONGI:

You'd surprised Yoongi at work by coming to see him for lunch and bringing him a picnic like in the old days. Back when Yoongi first started Genius LTD this was what the two of you would do for food.

You'd camp out in his empty office and talk about all of the plans he had for the future, you were always included in them but as you stared at him now you knew none of it had been true.

"Is she wearing your shirt?" You questioned as you threw a quick glance at his receptionist who was wearing a short skirt and one of his shirts. Her hair was all over the place and her lipstick was smudged.

"Yeah, I'm such a clutz!! I spilt some of the mayo salad down my shirt and Mr Min was kind enough to lend me something to wear," She laughed nervously before you nodded your head and pointed to the stain that was on her skirt.

"Looks like you got "mayo" on your skirt too," You said to her before she flushed and rushed out of the room. Yoongi's eyes locked onto you as you looked around the room. It was obvious what the two of them had been doing with the blinds drawn so no one could see inside and the papers scattered along the floor.

"So this is why we don't sleep together anymore," You were unusually calm about this and it made Yoongi uneasy. After almost twenty years of being together, he would have thought you'd be more pissed off at him than this.

"How long have you been fucking little miss Peppy?" You asked before he looked at you. When Ana had started here you'd expressed to Yoongi that you were suspicious something was going on between them and he told you time and time again that it had been nothing. You couldn't believe you'd believed him.

"About a year," He told you, there was no reason to lie since the cat was out of the bag now.

"So since she started working here and I told you I was sus?" You questioned before he nodded his head shamelessly at you.

"I want-"

"A divorce, you got it." He finished for you before you scoffed, looking at him.

"Do you even feel bad about it? D-Do you not care?" You stuttered over the words, completely dying inside because the man you had loved all these years was seemingly unbothered about the fact that he was sleeping with someone else.

"Yn, I-I really love her." That was a dagger inside of your chest and you nodded before heading to the door

"When she leaves you for someone younger or richer...Don't bother coming crawling back to me." You snapped,

"I promise I won't. Because she won't leave me," He told you as if he actually believed it to be true.

It turned out that Ana did leave Yoongi in the end, for someone higher up than him in the business world and she'd even married the man. Yoongi made good on his promise though, he didn't try to come back to you and he hadn't even bothered to call or text you when it happened. Not that you would have ever answered him, you weren't interested in it.

HOSEOK:

Cleaning the house was supposed to be down to the maid that worked for you and Hoseok but you were bored and in desperate need of something to do so you'd started with laundry. 

"We have a maid for that," Hoseok chuckled when he noticed you putting away his dry clothes,

"I gave her the day off with pay." You giggled, folding up some shirts and placing them into the drawer when you heard something rolling around in the back of the drawer. You'd told Hoseok a million times to clean this thing out but he never listened. Reaching inside you tapped around until you felt the box.

"A ring?" You asked aloud when you opened the box to see an engagement ring sitting inside of the box. Hoseok's body tensed as he turned around to look at you.

"I told you, I love my ring." You whined looking down at the tiny diamond he had given to you almost 12 years ago now. The two of you had been heart school sweethearts and this was the ring he had proposed with before he came into the money that he had now.

"R-Right, so I'll...I'll take the new one back," He stuttered but you'd already taken the ring out of the box and pulled it onto your finger, frowning when it got stuck.

"I thought you knew my ring size," You laughed nervously pulling the ring off when you noticed there was something engraved on the inside.

"To Ana, my world. My love. My soulmate..." You whispered slowly as you came to realise the ring wasn't for you.

"Isn't Ana the name of Namjoon's sister?" You asked nervously before turning to look at Hoseok who was starting to sweat at the sudden pressure he was under.

"Tell-" You took in a deep breath as you tried not to cry,

"Tell me that you're holding this for someone else...T-Tell me this isn't a ring to ask someone else to marry you." You choked on the words but you were happy you'd asked the question,

"Tell me anything!" You screamed at him when you realised he was just standing there opening and closing his mouth like a fish.

"Ana and I have been seeing each other for a while now," He admitted, deciding that it would be easier to come clean to you about his affair rather than digging himself a large hole and not being able to lie out of it.

"Oh my god," You groaned, dropping the ring onto the bed and feeling your blood run cold.

"I wasn't going to ask her to marry me yet, I was going to wait until I'd asked you for a divorce." He explained as if any of that was going to make you feel better. Your husband had been cheating on you with someone much younger than you and apparently was ready to end things with you without any clear reason.

"Oh and that makes it all better does it?!" You laughed at the thought of it all,

"We've been together about two years."

"Two..." You sat down on the end of the bed as you thought about it. For two years he had been with someone else. For two whole years, he could have come to you and told you that he was no longer interested in a relationship with you.

"Get out of my house," You mumbled to yourself before he stepped closer to you.

"We never wanted you to get hurt."

2You should have thought about that before you stuck your dick in another woman! Two fucking years Hoseok! Do I mean that little to you?!" Your voice cracked before the tears fell and Hoseok tried to comfort you but you swatted his hands away begging him to get out.

Ana and Hoseok seemed to be pretty happy together once your divorce had been finalised. The news of their engagement broke out and so did Hoseok's nose when Namjoon found out he'd been sleeping with his little sister. It was safe to say the two companies would no longer be working together in the future. You'd managed to get some money out of the situation and you were pretty well off considering your husband had left you for someone else.

NAMJOON: 

Everything had been rocky for a while but you and Namjoon were starting to get back on track again, you'd started having date nights again and were even planning on renewing your vows but you could see now that all of this was to make up for what he had done behind your back. It would be a lie to say you never had your suspicions that there was something going on, maybe you were too in love to do anything about them or maybe you just wanted to pretend a little longer. 

However, it was hard to ignore the facts right in front of you. The small woman was smiling nervously at you, ever since she'd handed you the papers you hadn't even said a word to her. But how could you? 

She was standing in front of you, around 7 months pregnant and holding a sheet of paper that told you that your husband was the father of her child. All that was going through your head was how you were going to find somewhere to live on such short notice or how you were even going to afford a divorce lawyer when you only worked part-time.

"Yn? Who was at the door?" Namjoon chuckled when he realised you'd been standing with the front door open for a couple of minutes. He thought you'd only gone to answer for a package but as he got closer to the door he froze in place. Namjoon hadn't seen Ana in almost five months and yet she was standing in front of him heavily pregnant, his eyes flicked from her to you to see if she'd said anything to you yet.

"Why...Why don't you come in." You stepped to the side and let the heavily pregnant lady into your house, quickly stepping out of the house and Namjoon stood and stared at you his heart racing.

"What's going on?" Namjoon quizzed when he realised you were heading for your car. Your mind was completely foggy from everything that was going on, there was no way you were going to be able to afford to divorce Namjoon but there was no way you were going to stay with him.

"You have something to figure out." You gestured to the woman and then looked down at the papers in front of you. You'd seen paternity tests before and this one confirmed that Namjoon was the father of the baby growing inside of her.

"Can you at least let me explain?" Namjoon called out as he rushed over to you, putting his hand on top of your car door to prevent you from opening it. You sighed at him and turned to look at him, it wasn't like you didn't know how babies were made and other than that, there was nothing to explain.

He cheated on you and there was no way of coming back from that. 

"Explain what? How she got pregnant because I'm about 99.9% sure I already know how that works Namjoon," You didn't care if it was harsh, you didn't care if it hurt his feelings. He had done much worse to you by betraying your trust and sleeping with someone else.

"Look, it was a mistake! I realised it the moment it happened and I ended things," He pleaded with you, tears building up in his eyes as he tried to stop you from getting in the car. Namjoon was sure if he could just get you to listen to him he could fix everything but nothing was ever going to fix what he did.

"You still did it!"

"But I stopped...I-I didn't see her after that one time," He stuttered, turning to look at Ana who was looking incredibly nervous to be standing inside of your house.

"Please, you want me to believe that?" You scoffed at him, looking from Ana and back to Namjoon before you shook your head.

"It was a night after we had a really big fight, okay? I got so pissed at you that I went out to a club and found Ana." He explained while rambling a little as if it was going to justify his actions.

"You think that justifies it? We have fights but I don't go out and fuck the first guy I see!" If you did, you would have fucked Yoongi plenty of times before since he was the man you always ran to for comfort whenever you and Namjoon got into a bad space.

"Then come back inside and we can figure this out together." Namjoon lowered his hand from the car and gently held your cheek in his palm but you moved away from him and stared into his eyes. Did he really think you could go inside and just figure it out?

"What?"

"We can figure this out, I'm not going to throw away 7 years of a marriage over this." He told you while nodding his head,

"You already threw them away when you stuck your dick into another woman." You laughed dryly while throwing your hands up in defeat, 

"What is it? Do you want me to help you raise another woman's child? Another child that was conceived within that seven years of marriage?!" Your voice went louder and Namjoon flinched, glancing around to see if anyone was paying attention to what was going on.

"Don't worry Namjoon, I won't tell a reporter, I won't blab my mouth." You opened the car door and climbed into the car, starting it up as Namjoon shook his head at you.

"Please, Yn...Don't do this," He begged, you rolled your window down and stared at him. The funny thing about all of this was that if he'd been straight up with when it happened you would have probably gotten over it and forgiven him eventually.

"You know, if you'd been honest with me when it first happened....I-i probably would have forgiven you...It would have taken months but I would have forgiven you." Namjoon let out a small sob as he stared back at you.

"So, why can't you do it now?" He questioned with so much desperation in his voice it made your heart crack a little but he didn't deserve sympathy for what he had done.

"Because I refuse to be with a man who cheated on me and hid for seven months...Only deciding to tell me when his mistress shows up at my door pregnant with his fucking child." You snapped out before revising out of the drive and out of the street without even looking back at him.

[X]

"Mail," Your co-worker said before dropping you a giant brown envelope onto your desk, for months these had been coming and they were agreement forms from Namjoon's lawyer. From the day you found out Ana was pregnant you made it clear you wanted a divorce and as much as Namjoon had tried to deny you it, he finally agreed. Namjoon Gave you half of everything that he owned as well as one of the holiday homes he had in South Korea, which you eventually moved into.

"Thanks," You mumbled, opening the letters to see the final paperwork done and that you were officially no longer married to Namjoon. He and Ana had officially moved in together and from what you saw on social media and the papers the two of them were very happy together. Or at least that what it appeared to be, but to be honest you didn’t care and it was no longer your problem to deal with.

JIMIN:

The house was lit up like a Christmas tree which was completely odd for you, Jimin told you that while you were on your business trip he was going to stay with a couple of friends but it was obvious it was a lie. You put your bags down onto the floor and carefully began to walk up to the stairs of your house where you heard noises coming from.

"Jimin don't fucking stop!" A voice cried out, followed by a rough and constant banging that you knew all too well. It was the familiar sound of your headboard banging against the wall of your bedroom and your entire body ran cold as you imagined Jimin in bed with someone else.

"F-Fuck! I'm close!" The female voice cried out before you burst through the door, the sight was enough to make you sick. Sprawled out on your bed was a naked woman and Jimin was having sex with her, you gasped before walking out and slamming the door.

It didn't take long for Jimin to follow you down the stairs, begging you not to walk out of the door.

"Yn, stop. It was an accident!"

"An accident? What happened? Did you think it was me?!" You scoffed, laughing at the audacity he had to say that what you had just seen was an accident. It had to be one of the oldest and worst excuses in the book and yet he had gone with it.

"Or did you fall into her dick first?!" You asked before looking over at your bags, grabbing them and heading for the door.

"I didn't know you were going to be home so soon."

"So it's my fault?" You questioned, throwing your bags into the boot of your car as Jimin kept the blanket wrapped around his body standing beside the car.

"No. No-No I was just...Please, let's go inside and talk about this." He pleaded with you and you glanced over at the door to see the female dressed in one of your dresses,

"Jimin-Shiiii! Let's go back to bed," She begged him before you shook your head at him.

"Does she even know you have a girlfriend?"

"No. She thinks I live with my sister." He rubbed his arms a little as he thought back on all of the times he had been doing this to you.

"How long?" You questioned before he stared at you, acting dumb.

"How long what?"

"How long have you been fucking her!" You yelled out, a few of the neighbours were starting to look out of their windows to see what all of the yellings was about.

"Six months," You thought back on all of the times you'd been going on business trips and then nodded climbing into the front seat of your car and starting the engine,

"So every time I'm out of town?" You questioned before he nodded slyly at you,

"I'll come back when you're not home for my stuff," You told him before driving off and leaving him there, being comforted by the girl he had been fucking mere moments ago.

The only time you saw Jimin was when you would have to be in a meeting with his company and neither of you would speak to one another or even acknowledge the presence of the other. You'd sent movers to get your stuff from your apartment, as well as your assistant since she knew what your things were inside of the house. Even though Jimin had tried to make things up to you multiple times you never once went back to him since you had more respect for yourself than that.

TAEHYUNG:

Taehyung stared at you as you stood in his office, reading out text messages that had been coming through his phone this morning. He'd left it at home with you and you'd decided to do the good thing and bring it to him at work, only to see the messages from another woman coming through to his phone.

"I miss you so much," "When are you going to come and see me again?" "Do you think you can sneak away this weekend?" "What about next weekend?" You stared at him as you finished your dramatic rendition of the messages and then threw his phone down onto the desk.

"You're thinking about them too much, it's not what you think." He told you while picking up his phone and you scoffed at him, of course, he was going to say something like that. 

"I thought you'd say that, so that's why I called her." You swallowed the lump in your throat as you remembered everything that the woman on the other end of the line had been saying when she thought it was Taehyung that had called her. 

"You met her on the weekend of our anniversary...The weekend you told me you were working away in Tokyo." You felt tears running down your cheeks so you quickly wiped them away, Taehyung didn't deserve to see what he was doing to you. 

"Yn. I can explain it all,"

"No you can't, you can try and make up some bullshit excuse as to why you're cheating on me but none of them will be good enough. So what was it? Was I not good enough in bed? Did I not look good enough?"

"Yn, please don't cause a scene."

"I want a divorce." You told him with a weak smile, that there was no way you were going to stay with someone who was sleeping with someone behind your back. No man was ever worth the mental distress that cheating caused to someone.

"Don't be ridiculous, we can fix this." Taehyung got up from behind the desk and went to stand in front of you but you moved away from him, pushing his touch off your body.

"Fix what? You've been fucking another woman, does she come here? Huh?" You asked while looking over at the glass walls that looked out onto the floor of his office.

"Does she come in here and let you fuck her in front of everyone? Right on this desk?" You slammed your hand onto the table.

"Does she push off all the papers and spread her legs wide for you?!" You yelled loudly before throwing a bunch of his papers down onto the floor. Maybe it was dramatic or maybe it was your anger getting the better of you but you didn't care, you wanted him to hurt the same way that you were hurting right now.

"Is it because she's younger than me?" You snapped at him before he stared at you and shook his head,

"It's because it's easier with her than it is with you!" He suddenly yelled out and you nodded your head, dropping your hands to the side of your body in defeat.

"Then I want a divorce." You headed for the door, ready to end whatever it was that was happening between you and Taehyung. All you wanted to do was go home, pack everything you could and get out before he could make it home.

"Good luck finding a lawyer that will help you get anything from me." He laughed out loud before you walked over to him and smirked,

"You think I want anything from you after all of this? God, you should be thanking your stars I don't go to every one of your business associates and tell them how their "family man" like to fuck around behind his wives back," The smug smile dropped from his lips as he looked at you. It was true that most of his clientele and business partners only signed with him when they had learnt he was a married man. 

"You fuck with me and I fuck with you back," You spat at him, walking out of the door and slamming it behind you as you walked out. Taehyung was left staring after you with his mouth hanging open.

[X]

When the news broke out about your divorce, Taehyung lost a bunch of his clients who left him and had gone to other competitors and you had been gone for good. Whenever Taehyung would try to get in contact with you, you'd block him or the way he was using to speak to you. He regretted everything he'd done but there was no coming back from it.

JUNGKOOK:

"Babe? You up here?" Fuck. You'd hoped to be done and out of the house, before Jungkook even got back, you didn't stray from what you were doing though you just kept packing. You didn't want to risk leaving anything behind so that was why you'd asked your friend to come and help you out.

"Want me to handle him?" Hyunjin asked as you quickly glanced at him and shook your head. It was all going to be down to you to handle and you weren't going to let someone else fight your battles for you anymore.

"Just keep packing all my stuff and loading it into the car," You whispered, rushing to the wardrobe and grabbing all of your clothes from inside and throwing it onto the bed. Jungkook rounded the corner to his room and stopped when he saw what you were doing, but he couldn't remember you saying you were going on a trip.

"What's going on? Are we going on a trip I don't know about?" Jungkook laughed looking at you but quickly stopped when he saw you weren't laughing or even agreeing with him about this. 

"Yn." He said sternly, his hand touching your shoulder but you quickly moved away from his touch not wanting to even speak to him after what you had found out today.

"Go away, Jungkook."

"What's going on? Why is he here with you?" He questioned while looking at Hyunjin but Hyunjin said nothing as he continued to pack up the bag he was working on.

"I'm leaving." You answered plainly, zipping up a bag and putting it next to the other finished ones before you started on the next. It was a good thing Hyunjin had so many bags otherwise you weren't going to have enough for all of your things.

"What?" Jungkook asked, his stomach dropping at the thought of you walking out on him.

"I'm leaving you, you should go back to your wife." You spat out and stared back at him, waiting for some kind of sign that what you had been told over the phone was a lie and he wasn't actually married. But the look on Jungkook's voice just confirmed that it was all true,

"I can't fucking believe you," You hissed, packing slightly faster as Hyunjing took three bags down and out to his car, which was parked on the driveway. 

You'd gotten the call from one of his business partners telling you that Jungkook needed your name and number for the hospital forms since you were married now. But when you told the man on the phone you weren't married it was quickly apparent that the phone call hadn't been intended for you but for someone else.

"Yn, you don't understand," Jungkook said as he shook his head. This wasn't the way he wanted you to find out about this, in fact, he hadn't intended for you to find out about it at all.

"No, I understand perfectly well. You're married...So was it before or after you met me?" You didn't turn to face him, you just kept packing. You no longer cared if it was folded or not, you were shoving as much as you could into one bag.

"After! I-It was one drunk night on a business trip! I didn't think it was a real marriage." He told you while trying to stop you from packing but you shoved him away from you. Your eyes stayed on the clothes as you asked something that had been burning in the back of your head.

"Did you or did you not sleep with her?"

"Yn." He grumbled while shaking his head, Jungkook sat down on the edge of the bed and ran his hands through his hair.

"Answer the goddamn question!" You yelled out, the tears running down your cheeks but you weren't even upset anymore. It was more anger than anything else. The fact that he had been married for the last 4 months as well as sleeping with another woman all behind your back.

"I did."

"How many times?" You didn't really care how many times it was, once was enough to end a relationship but you were curious to see what it was.

"This isn't important,"

"How many times!?" You snapped, dropping the clothes you were packing and staring at the back of his head. The coward didn't even have the balls to look at you while he admitted he had been cheating on you,

"More than 10"

"And you're married?" You questioned while he nodded his head,

"Yes, I'm married to her." You took in a deep breath. The fact that he was married made a lot of sense to things that had been happening. All of the "late nights" or the spontaneous "business trips" he would go on. Not to mention him sneaking off to answer phone calls or hiding his phone from you all of a sudden.

"Do you spend most of your "business trips" with her?" Jungkook turned around on the bed and looked at you. The look on his face was the answer you needed, 

"Yes." He admitted, thinking that if he was honest with you things would be easier to deal with but you took in a deep breath and packed the final pieces of your clothes.

"Were you planning on divorcing her?" You questioned, throwing a bag over your shoulder and carrying the rest in your hands. Jungkook rose from the bed and shook his head.

"I-I don't know. I was thinking about it all..."

"There's no need to think about it anymore, you can stay with her because I'm out. I'm done." You grumbled before heading out to the car, Hyunjin happily took the bags from your grasp and piled them into the back of the car. 

[X]

Months went by and you hadn't heard anything about Jungkook and his wife until recently when it was quickly revealed she had left him and taken almost everything he owed. Half of his money was now hers and she lived in a beautiful apartment building that he owned and you liked to think that it was karma that he ended up alone.

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