#rapline fic

[kithtaehyung]

mami (m) | myg/knj

title: mami (m) pairing: myg x reader(f) , knj x reader(f) , slight jhs x reader(f)😛 rating/genre: m (18+) ; smut ; battle rap au , roommates au summary: you somehow have a conversation with yoongi, and you tell your roommate about a date date. note: heavy 00s vibes, this is just the beginning of a collection of parts instead of just a oneshot let’s fucking goooo🦋 note 2: this is pretty unedited lolll if there are mistakes i'm so so sorry! warnings for this part: language, choking, joon in sweats, bathroom s*x, b*ckshots, friendly sp*nks from your roomie🤪, it uhhh starts right out the gate lmfao, hobi in silk and a robe, yoongi is a warning in his own right, light sl*pping, you get called mamiii😗 so if that’s not ur thing i’d skip this series !!, joon is too smooth, a secret fourth guy lmfaoooo, battle rap scenarios! drop date: september 26th, 2023, 10:07pm est word count: 3.7k  mood: here 

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“You like that, huh?” 

Breath short, you can only gasp as the hands you’ve been eyeing all night clutch your throat, a fiendish hum the first response to your satisfied grin.

“Knew you would.” As your delicious captor speaks, you just know he’s fixated on your makeup—at least, the way it’s smearing onto a bathroom mirror that has seen better days. “You all do.” 

Fuck, he knows what he’s doing. Fucking hell, he always knows.

Your lust condenses and slides down the glass in rivers, and with each experienced thrust inside your folds, it’s getting harder, and harder, and harder to see the man wrecking your shit. 

But it’s coming. The end. The coil inside you is screaming and tightening and you know he can feel every potent pulse as you slap the tiny counter with a palm. “Yoongi—”

“You gonna come, mami?” 

Yes yes yes you really fucking are. It’s so truthful that you can’t even voice your agreement in words, your moans higher and higher in pitch the only tell you can possibly give. 

“Then fucking do it.” 

Light bounces from your eyes and rebounds off the mirror the same time your whine does, every limb locking while bare shoulders bang against your reflection. 

“Fuck.” 

You spring right into the ground floor above, eyes rolling so far back you could probably see the way Yoongi’s smirking at your ass if your dumbfounded mush of a brain wasn’t in the way. 

Again, and again, you milk his cock for all it’s worth, spurning him into gripping your bouncing hips with rough hands and faster strokes. Laughs and conversations seep through the door at your side, but you can’t make out a thing as you garble, 

“Yoongi, please—”

“One more.” 

“I can’t—”

“Don’t play dumb,” he tuts. “You won’t hustle me a second time.” 

Busted. 

Your pout quickly stretches into a devilish curve instead, and you hear his sound of approval before you brag, 

“I spent all that already, by the way.” 

Air whizzes past your ears as you’re hoisted upwards, and your mirth reverberates as you’re spun and shoved into the sink, cheap laminate bruising your back. 

Yoongi must also be remembering the time your pussy sucked the soul out of him. After you both made a bet that you couldn’t beat someone’s record time making him come. 

You won half of his prize money that night. 

And that was the night he won the entire thing. 

“You’re lucky I respect it,” he snarls, sweaty fingers gripping your chin as he slings a leg over his pelvis. When he grins, you wanna lick the white off his teeth. “And you’re lucky I made it back the next night.” 

Oh, shit. Did he really? 

Battle rap events usually stack so that everyone gets a chance. How did he get invited back the same weekend? 

Well, other than being a monster on the mic. There’s a reason you can’t stay away from him, and you may or may not admit you get turned on by how effortlessly ruthless he is. 

Lips smushed, you ask with genuine curiosity, “You won again?” 

Yoongi lightly smacks your cheek, chuckling when you grit out a moan. “Nah. The sponsors loved me,” he claims, finally bringing a hand down to guide himself back inside. “So they paid me to come back.” 

“Sick,” you praise through a grunt, fully catching his eyes for the first time tonight. Pushing past the way he fills you so fantastically, you huff out, “That doesn’t happen on south side.” 

“So I’ve heard.” 

“Yeah, apparently west and east side do it a lot. Especially with that guy Randa—”

“Fuck Randa.”

Ah, so Yoongi knows him? You haven’t ventured into the west scene yet, but the one thing you know about it is that dude’s name.

So he must be a beast.

Especially if Gloss himself had some choice words.

At this little slip of emotion, you don’t hide your smirk at all. “Oh? Maybe I will if that’s how you feel.”

The sudden possessive shove of his cock into your folds is delightful, your high giggle pinging off the bathroom walls.

“Fuck whoever you want, princess,” he chides right against your lips. “You’ll always come back to me.” 

“Duh.” You flick your tongue over his plush. “You wouldn’t last a week without me anyway.”

Yoongi pushes into you again, stare heavy and coaxing butterflies from your belly. “I’d manage.”

“As if.”

But even through the pleasure, you still wonder. How are you both having a regular conversation right now? This never happens with him. You’ve wanted it to, but there simply hasn’t been any talk when he’s involved. 

The high from your orgasm compounds with this strange feeling that you turn a little playful.

“What I meant was…” Fingernail poking his tank, you joke with a sly curve, “Guess you must be like, good or whatever.” 

When he looks down, you childishly swoop your finger up to bump his nose. “Ha. Loser.” 

Predictably, Yoongi pauses before only his eyes raise, suppressed emotions hiding behind long dark strands. “Really.” 

And even though you felt him twitch in your core, you’ll spare him. “I don’t make the rules.” 

You think this is when he’ll start ramming into you again, because none of the times you’ve hooked up ever lasted this long. It’s always been quick with him, and never in any other place other than bathrooms or broom closets. 

Which isn’t bad. Just a pattern you’ve noticed. 

But Yoongi huffs in amusement before shaking his head. “Since when were you this weird?” 

“Wow, rude?” Your scoff is full of mock annoyance. “I’ve always been this way.” 

It’s just that no one’s taken the time to get to know you.

“But you’re so…” 

All they care about is one thing. 

Which, granted, is the same in your case. 

It just gets a bit lonely sometimes. 

Offering to finish for him to stiff arm any more incoming awkwardness, you blurt, “Hot? Slutty?” 

“Fast.” 

Oh. 

Did you both just assume the other person wanted it over and done with?

That’s entirely possible considering the first time it happened lasted a grand total of three minutes. Max.

“I mean…” You lean back on your palms, not caring to adjust your very mussed top because your chest finally snags all of Yoongi’s attention. How he’s still hard inside of you is a complete mystery. “I don’t just fuck, you know.” 

“And here I thought we were similar,” he teases, groaning through his teeth when you roll on his dick. Again. 

And again. 

Of course you’re both similar. The only difference is that people dub this guy a sex god and you’re an easy lay. 

But you won’t get into that with him. Not now and probably not ever since you don’t dare even label Yoongi a friend.

Panting, you observe him watching your movements as you switch the subject, “You fucked that one sponsor chick for the invite, huh.” 

And he takes the out hilariously quick,

“Both of them.” 

Of course. Your head kicks back in laughter, remembering that there were two people running the event instead of one. 

Truthfully, you would’ve paid to see that. 

“Can’t stand you,” you lie, the way you chuckle as he slaps one of your tits saying otherwise. 

“Good.” 

As he rubs a rough thumb over a nipple, an announcement blares over deejay scratches and cheers, tugging both of your eyes to the door.

Before things quickly devolve into how they always go.

When you arch forward, his lips devour your breast; when you rock your hips into his, the groans against your chest make you feel alive. 

Your nails claw through his hair before you can’t decide if you wanna rake them through his shoulders or his neck. Here, there, everywhere you can grab, you take hold. 

Suddenly, Yoongi clutches the top of your skirt before thrusting in hard, and his laugh when you whine out a curse strikes your soul. “It’s better that way.” 

It’s always better that way. 

“Agreed,” you murmur, eyes flickering to the janky ceiling before sighing out, “I think they just said your name.” 

“Mm.” 

He plunges into you so hard you see his impish curve imprinted among the stars. 

“Then hurry up, mami. Gimme one more for luck.” 

MAMI 

“Who’s on the menu tonight?”

You hum while peering into your mirror—a much cleaner, brighter mirror than the one you were pressed against a couple weeks ago. “That nice guy I’ve been seeing at the gym.” 

“Wait, what? Are you going on a date date?” 

“Hobi,” you giggle, loving your roommate very much despite the way he just forgets sometimes. “We went through this already.” 

“So… Is that a yes, or.” His laugh blurts out when you throw a middle finger next to your head. “Okay, okay! You can just say it, you know.” 

“I just”—you spot check your makeup before vacating your vanity stool—“You know me. I never do dates.” 

As Hobi leans back on your bed, the way his hot pink robe matches your comforter makes you highly amused. Almost amused enough that you don’t react to his nosy question, 

“Nervous?”

Extremely. 

“Uhm,” you start, all pretenses dropping at the sight of his cocked brow. “A bit.” 

Springing up, your roommate pads over and rests thin palms over even thinner straps of your sundress. 

“What’s got you nervous, love?” 

Pouting, you look out your window before your chin is gently swiveled back forward. Thankful for his insistence, you confess to the only guy that you feel like you can trust, 

“What if I like him?” 

The laugh you get is full of disbelief and pity. “That’s what you’re worried about? Really?” 

When you nod, he chuckles again, but it’s smaller. And more understanding than the first. 

“Pathetic, right.” 

“No, no no,” Hobi starts, sliding his hands down to warm your biceps before squeezing. When he pauses, his expression gives his thoughts away before he can utter them. “Well, a little.” 

“Hoseok.” 

“But! Only because you’re making it seem that way.” He squeezes again before sitting back down on your bed. “If you just let things happen without thinking, isn’t that better?”

Does he really have to flop down to rest his head on his palms? Now? 

Talk about not thinking. 

Whatever. You didn’t expect Hoseok to do that, but he looks hot, so you’ll let it slide. 

And you don’t shy away from his silk-covered package before retorting, “Says you.” 

“Me? I overthink. That’s different.” 

“How!” 

“Don’t think about it.” 

When he winks, you both laugh, and his grin slowly devolves into a smirk before he motions you over with a mere head cock.

And you gladly oblige. 

Because your dynamic with Hobi still hasn’t changed. 

Slowly, you arrive at his knees before mounting the bed at his hips, being steadied over his pelvis as he keeps his prone position. 

“You look hot as fuck, you know.” 

“Mmhmm.” 

“He’s gonna like you for sure.” 

“Naturally.” 

“So what if you end up liking him, too?” 

As he smoothes a hand over the side of your ass, you purse your lips in thought. “Uhh… Feelings? I guess?”

“You can have those, babe.” 

“Not mine,” you correct, knowing yours are too fucked up to share with anyone. Which is exactly why you’re all for the so-called fast title that Yoongi clipped onto your persona. “His.” 

Does the lifestyle you chose come with regrets? Yeah. Complications? Also yes. But at least those hurt less than the regrets and complications actual relationships come with. 

You’re just fine with how things are. 

Which is why you’re scared about seeing Namjoon, because he seems like the type that wants something steady. If you end up liking him, you’re gonna have to choose between options that are vastly different in color. 

Despite all that, you still said yes when he asked you out at the gym last week—while you were drenched, bare-faced, and wincing from the last set you completed to failure. 

Why did you say yes anyway? What drew you in to this guy? 

“If you’re scared of hurting his feelings, then just tell him straight-up,” Hobi advises, pulling you back to the present. “Guys won’t know shit unless you spell it out.” 

Looking down at his perfect features, you fake disbelief, asking the most rhetorical question in existence, “You mean you can’t just read our minds?”

“Baby, we can’t even figure out our own, let alone yours.” 

“You said it.” Fully reassured, you rest on Hoseok’s chest, careful to not smudge your face on his clothes. “…Pity fuck if the date goes wrong?”

“Of course.” 

Your chuckle is soft. “Thank you.” 

“Now get up,” he orders, smacking your ass so perfectly that it offends you. “Before I give you another necklace.” 

“Hoseok!” When his cackles follow you up as you stand, your jaw cannot hinge back in. “Goddamn, you’re bad.” 

“Not as bad as you,” he says, following you out of your room. “Mami.” 

That goddamn nickname. 

Hobi knows it’s a common term. And he knows it’s one you hear from multiple people, especially on south side. Literally nothing new or groundbreaking.

But he also knows it makes you unwell because of one specific person. Because you confessed that you didn’t expect it from them during a fuck and it made you weak in the knees. 

Which caused the same motherfucker to say it over, and over, and over again.

Fucking Yoongi. 

Why the hell is it only potent when he says it?

The psychology of that needs to be studied yet you will completely refuse to be a subject. 

After checking to make sure you have everything, you fish out your phone to double-check the address before calling a ride. 

“Where is it at?”

“Some restaurant on west side.”

“Damn, all the way over there?”

“I’m okay with it,” you assure him, inwardly wincing at the cost on your screen. 

Virtually anything on west side is far from your condo, but that’s partly why you’re alright with going. As much as you get around, you don’t prefer taking people back to your place. 

Besides. No one needs to know where you live unless you really fuck with them.

And it’s only happened twice.

Hoseok’s unconvinced reply cuts your thoughts in two,

“Alright… Well. Lemme know if you end up somewhere else tonight.” 

Smiling, you offer him a warm look, positive that his lean against the kitchen wall would put models to shame. “I always do.” 

“What did I say earlier?” 

“Spell it out for him.”

“Okay, good.” 

When you grin, he does, too. 

And you hope this Namjoon guy at least does well with words. 

Turns out, he does a fucking splendid job with them.

At least, the things this man is saying has you absolutely melting under dim lights, and you haven’t even gotten your drinks yet. 

“You look damn nice tonight, by the way,” he mentions with a dip of his head, fiddling with his napkin and giving you an upsettingly perfect view of his fingers. “I feel underdressed as hell.”

Underdressed? Looking around, you feel like you’re the one that dressed way too formal and you’re in a damn sundress.

You should’ve known, though. The restaurant that Namjoon chose occupies one of the few streets known for its laid-back, easy-going fare. Even you have heard of its unique charm and you reside quite a ways away. 

Before you respond, you remember how you arrived, checking around the small space before spotting him in a booth. And while you loved the lax way he dressed, you were even more charmed when he got out just to greet you with a cheek kiss. 

And the night has been so pleasant that you forget to be worried. 

“Why? I mean, thank you, but why?” 

Namjoon gives his sweatpants-covered thighs a glance. “I dunno. You just look bossed up and I’m like, your errand boy.” 

Your mirthy disbelief leaks out of your grin before he can finish. Watching a nearby table point at their menus to order, you go along with his compliments,

“I mean, I could use an assistant…”

He only smiles at his hands. “Order me around anytime.” 

Cute. 

Maybe that’s why you’re drawn to this guy. 

Even though he’s huge and can lift like a motherfucker, there’s a soft side that he’s got no shame showing. 

Also, as the night goes on, you quickly discover more traits you rarely come across. 

Curious, suave, humble—all of them surprise you in the best way. He’s already let you talk much more than he has, and the two of you have debated on not one, but three topics. Including one that you would have left his ass for if you both weren’t on the same page. 

“Okay, so we agree.”

“Yes,” he responds in relief. “Definitely would’ve rethought this whole thing if we didn’t.”

“Uhh, yeah, because I would’ve walked out and let you pay for everything.” 

“Damn!” Fuck, his grin is charming. “And I would’ve paid it, too.” 

Laughing—and realizing that you’re doing that a lot tonight—you rest a hand on his shoulder, “No, no, I wouldn’t do that to you.” 

Fuck, he’s solid.

“Wait, I’m getting us this time, though.”

“Yeah?”

Holding a round glass up to his lips, he coolly adds, 

“And next time, too.” 

Well. 

There’s no way you’re saying no to that.

“To next time,” you offer, clinking cups and taking a nice sip of your wine. 

Things end with both of you just having dinner—a concept so foreign that it makes you wonder if he wanted something more than a second date. 

But judging by the times he kept stealing glances and the way his curve stayed at a slant, it’s an open and shut case.

It’s always a bit crowded in the front few rows, so it doesn’t bother you to hang back for the first time in awhile. 

Besides, you’re a little late from your date anyway. 

Since nothing else happened with Namjoon—he had to leave pretty quick—you determined that you could make it to another Gloss smackdown. 

After you greet all the people and bodyguards hanging around the front doors, you arrive downstairs just in time to hear the deejay ushering everyone in. 

And based on what you hear, it seems like Yijeong’s got extra volume in his mic tonight. 

“Alright, alright, let’s give it up for our two up here, yeah?”

Everyone cheers as you clap to yourself, leaning against a chilly column and ignoring the stares your outfit gets.

The stage looks quite different from back here, with its huddled occupants talking amongst themselves. While you watch both crews laughing and standing around, you wonder what it would be like to support Yoongi from up there instead of on the ground. 

You really would if he wanted you to.

“I don’t have to introduce either one but I’m gonna do it anyway. Cus that’s the rules or whatever and they both deserve some love. Give it up for my man K Shine!”

You aren’t familiar with him but you support anyway. A tiny whoop leaves your mouth as a big portion of the room shouts, and you watch as the guy nods to the people that came to see him. 

“Oh, we’re showing out, okay. Alright, now let’s hear it for my guy Gloss!” 

In contrast, your energy evolves tenfold, and you gladly yell with the rest of the floor as Yoongi stays piercing the ground at his feet.

This guy. 

Still the same routine.

You always muse that he could look into the crowd once in awhile, especially since his audience is steadily growing. 

If they ever saw his smile, maybe more people would be drawn in wait is he looking up this time? 

Wait.

Despite there being rows and rows between you and the stage, you don’t miss the slight shift in his demeanor. It almost looks like he’s scanning the people in front. 

What’s he doing? Is he looking for something? Someone? 

…He’s not looking for you, is he? 

You’re there quite often and always in the same area, but you didn’t think Yoongi would really notice or be checking for you right now.

…But is he? 

Before you can think any further, the quick blares of an airhorn shove your thoughts away. 

“K Shine, you win the toss,” the middle man on stage announces. Fuck, you think you’d know his name by now, he’s been here a lot ever since the first guy disappeared. “What you got.” 

When the man answers, he stares right at Yoongi’s hooded head, fire flaring up the walls already,

“Mister Big House, Big Car, Big Rings can go first.” 

Oh.

He—

You really fucking regret not being in the front now.

Immediately, the whole room ooh’s, with the middle man pursing his lips and giving the two opponents space. 

Light illuminates the whole stage as both sides back up a bit, heavy cameras set to roll and some feedback ringing through the musty air. 

And you wait with bated breath as the crowd goes quiet. 

Heart stilling as Yoongi holds a mic right up to his lips.

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tbc :))) 

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[violetsiren90]

WIP Wednesday

Here's a lil baby excerpt from a Norse mythology AU I have on like, the backburner's backburner:

Basic premise - rapline as the Three Norns; reader as a thwarter of fate (blurb warnings: feeling breathless, being held captive, brandishing of a sword)

Most of the excerpt will be under the cut. ����

"I found her in the Forests of Memory," he sneered, tossing you forward so that your knees hit the cold stone. You looked up through defiant eyes to take in two figures occupying the rocky crags which had been carved into three thrones. One figure had leapt to its feet. 

"How are you touching her?!" he asked in a voice as bright and lusty as his features, staring down at you through splendid, glinting eyes. His body was clad in a warrior's garb, and his hand on the hilt of a massive sword.

"I don't know, Hoseok," the dark one answered, casting a withering glance over your prone form. The sword-bearer trotted quickly and nimbly down the stone steps and stood before you. He reached out his hand and you thought he might touch your face when his arm was suddenly batted away.

"Yoongi!" he protested in a laughing whine, as he drew the great sword from its sheath and levelled it at the dark one's throat. The sharp eyes under the cloak's hood registered as little fear as they did amusement, languidly blinking as they directed their gaze to the figure on the stony pedestal who had not moved. You followed his eyes to where they were trained on a large form, draped in enigmatic elegance, his face covered by a thin veil through which you could but glimpse his strong and gentle features.

"He is wise to deter you, Hoseok," his deep voice resonated, as certain and soft as the recollection of a dream, "We do not yet know what know what may come of this." He descended, coming to stand before you, awe-striking in his height, even as he genuflected to regard you.

"Namjoon," came the low, cold voice of your captor, "She has no thread." A large, beautiful hand drew back the veil to reveal piercing blue eyes, the color of ice. The eyes gazed intently and unmovingly into your own until they had seemed to draw the very breath from your lungs, and you dropped your head to sag between your shoulders as you panted for air. Your chest burned with a searing sensation that made you want to run toward something at full speed, though you had no concept of the direction. He stood, letting the veil fall back over his face.

"But her name is on the scroll," he posited, thoughtfully. Only then did you notice, in his left hand, an unopened scroll, with a blood-red seal and golden cornua protruding from each end.

The one called Hoseok scoffed.

"That's impossible. How could she be on the scroll if she has no thread? She is not, how could she then be? Were you born of a woman, mortal?" He boomed, suddenly shifting his sword in your direction, whether in indication or threat you were not sure.

"Yes," you replied sitting back on your knees and clutching your chest from where you had been gasping for breath, "of course I was." You cast a haughty gaze up at the sword-bearer, who looked with surprise at the other two. You would have been certain you caught a quirk of the lips from under the dark one's cloak, had you thought him capable of any sort of mirth. 

"Let us take her before the Tapestry," said Namjoon, still regarding you from his obscurity, "Perhaps she is the answer we have sought."

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[biaswreckme]

delicate | yoonmin

part of a series of (very) short fics inspired by taylor swift songs

"my reputation's never been worse, so you must like me for me"

Pairing: Yoongi/Jimin

Member: Yoongi, Jimin

Length: 500 words

Genre: angst with a happy ending

Rating: 18+

Triggers/Warnings: implied sex, sad vibes, happy ending, drinking

You can read it on: AO3

The pub, if anyone could even call it that, as it was more of a dive bar, was dimly lit and certainly one in which they did not ask questions and people would not bother looking for them there. Yoongi swirled the whiskey around in his glass, the two blocks of ice clinking against each other, and looked at his phone, waiting for an answer.  He had sent the address a little earlier, and logically knew it could get him even longer to get there, depending on where he had been before, but his fingers still shook slightly as he pressed the buttons.

He was on his second glass - and maybe he had drunk the first quicker than usual - when the door of the shady place opened up and there stood him, Park Jimin, model and South Korea’s sweetheart. And there in that seat waiting for him, Min Yoongi, rockstar, black sheep, and purveyor of scandals galore (albeit none of them true).  

Jimin’s walk was mesmerizing to Yoongi, sultry, enticing, sometimes even without intention. “This isn’t the… best place.” Jimin said.

“But no one will recognize you here.”

“You know I don’t mind…” Jimin started, but was interrupted.

“My reputation is at its worst right now. Are you sure you want to be seen with me?” Yoongi asked, right hand twirling the glass and trying to control the shaking.

Jimin sat down by his side, getting closer to him. “You know that I know the rumors aren’t true. And I don’t care about them.” 

Yoongi hesitated, a spark of hope starting to inflate in his heart. “Still. Our situation is… delicate.”

“Yet you still called me here.” Jimin’s response froze Yoongi, hand halfway to his mouth to sip more alcohol.

Each and every time they would have a similar conversation. Their delicate situation had been going for over a year, and they still had not defined a label or gone public. Yoongi wondered when Jimin was going to get tired of this - of him. Jimin was even sporting dark jeans and sneakers, something Yoongi never thought he would see the model wearing. All for the discretion; meeting in inconspicuous clothes, in shady places, sometimes for mere fleeting moments. 

Yoongi put the glass down with a soft noise on the counter, a confession escaping his lips. “I like to pretend you’re mine.” 

“I am yours. If you want to. If it’s cool with you.” Jimin draped his hand over Yoongi’s. “Is this too soon? I just want to feel your hands in my hair again, feel them all over me.” He took a breath and almost begged for the same thing he had asked many times before. “Come home with me. Third floor with a view.”Yoongi closed his eyes and his fists, hands tight and fingernails pressing into his palms, trying to hold on to his fading determination of staying away from Jimin in public, and failing. He smiled softly. “You truly must like me for me. Let’s go home.”

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[mapofthesea]

PREVIEW

If you’re reading this, the full story is out now!

Hi lovely readers, here is a little preview of my upcoming poly!rapline fic! as requested by y'all on my poll. I hope to have the full version out by the end of the week! This is pulled directly from the fic, so it’s not the full scene at all but is a part that I want to use as a little teaser. Happy reading :)

ceos!rapline x reader, afab!reader, poly!rapline, bi!rapline

genre: smut (pwp), fluff

warnings (specific to ONLY this preview, not the whole fic): oral (m receiving), sloppy head, dom!namjoon x sub!reader, grinding (on his shoe *dies*), dirty talk, joon is on a work call while she sucks his cock

You were in the middle of a new painting when he called you to his office; hands flecked with dry paint and still in yesterdays’ pajamas but you dropped everything and rushed over. It had been like that as long as you could remember- you more than happy to be at your boyfriends’ beck and call as you got to reap the benefits of their job status. It didn't always end up like this when you visited but there’s no denying the spark of pleasure that rides up your spine as Namjoon silently commands you from above.

He’s already hard beneath his work pants; the expensive silky material stretching around his impressive length. You clench your naked thighs together and pull on his waistband to undo the button and slide down the metal fly. He offers you nothing but a tick of his jaw as you work and the idea drives you crazy, hips rocking uselessly against the air.

He sighs, and you can’t tell if it's because of the phone call or because you’ve wrapped your delicate hand around his length, tugging at him gently until you have a firm grasp on the base.

You’ve done this enough to know that getting right to work will get you what you need faster, and there’s no denying how much you love sucking his cock.

The head is leaking salty precum and you fight the urge to moan as you lick at it and sample his familiar taste. Wetness pools between your legs and your eyes roll back as you gather more of him in your throat. The stretch is pleasant and grounding; familiar enough that you feel an odd sense of peace wash over you as you swallow around his thickness.

He drops a hand to your hair to push it away from your eyes, gently tucking the pieces behind your ears. You smile around your mouthful of his cock. Saliva dribbles from your lips into your lap and you flush as if the reality of your situation had just hit. Namjoon ruts his hips, clearly unhappy with your pausing, and you double down. It doesn’t take long for the sounds to become overwhelming the lewd squelching of your tongue working over his cock that you hope can't be heard over the phone.

“Is that my job? Or is that not exactly what I fucking hired you to do? I pay you way too much for you to be so god damn stupid.” The venom in Namjoon’s voice makes your head spin. Although the words aren't directed at you, the serious tone of his voice is so familiar that your pussy hums and your hips rock forward desperately; searching for the friction your plush thighs can't provide.

You whine, hoping to draw his attention enough that he'll end the call, but he just shakes his head and taps his foot. Tears of frustration brim hot behind your eyes and his soften just a bit, pointedly glancing down between your thighs where his foot continues to tap. You pull off of his cock, wiping your mouth as you recollect yourself and try to put together the pieces he’s offering to you. He must read your confusion because he tangles his hand in your hair anew, angling your head down to look below yourself.

His foot; clad in an expensive, shiny leather boot stares back at you. He taps it again, and your head swims. Is he suggesting what you think he is? Hot anticipation strikes your veins as he speaks again.

“You’re right. That’s what I want you to do.” You know he's still on the call; as he still only uses one hand to guide you back to his cock, but the double edged meaning of the sentences affirms you.

Your head spins and speeds up all at the same time as you lower yourself enough that you can keep some of his cock in your mouth at the same time your pussy grazes the material of his shoe.

It's cold and firm, and your mind goes blank as you rut against it. He flexes his foot to adjust the pressure against your clit and you go wild, heart pounding in your chest as you speed up. Out of all the debauched things you’d done in your life of dating your boyfriends, grinding against shoes worth more than your car payment is near the top of the list. Your stomach tightens with every drag and you’ve all but abandoned sucking his cock; just holding it in the warmth of your mouth as you let out pathetic little moans.

Your orgasm approaches rapidly, punctuated when you look down to see how your juices leave a shiny, sticky trail over his boot. Your heart stammers and you can feel your oncoming release only seconds away when a loud, reverberating bang ruptures your focus. Namjoon’s cock falls completely out of your mouth as you squeak, but your body is so close to the edge of pleasure that you hips keep moving shamelessly. You have no idea who or what just came into his office; but you can't find it in yourself to give a shit.

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[theharrowing]

Outro: Tear

Your relationship with three amazing men felt like a dream come true until insecurity and failed communication caused everything to slowly fall apart.

❤  Namjoon x Yoongi x Hoseok x Reader

❤  word count: 5.5k

❤  strangers & friends to lovers, and lovers to exes, fast-paced slice of life story, angst, smut, fluff, slash, nsfw, 18+

❤  notes & warnings: smut (sex between reader and one or more man, anal sex, oral sex, vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, use of vibrator, subspace & becoming non-verbal, safeword/signal), fluff, angst (jealousy, breaking up)

❤ reader’s nickname is Bloom

❤ written for the Bangtan on Replay collab! ❤ beta ready by @neoneunnajimin​ ❤ posted june 2022 | read on ao3 

이별은 내게 티어 나도 모르게 내 눈가 위에 피어 채 내뱉지 못한 얘기들이 흐르고 미련이 나의 얼굴 위를 기어 내게 넌 한때는 나의 dear 하지만 이제 쓰기만 한 beer 때늦은 자기혐오로 얼룩진 심장은 스치는 저 바람에도 비어 이별은 거짓뿐이던 나의 연극 끝에 오고야 말았던 나의 댓가 누군가 시간을 되돌려준다면 어쩜 내가 좀 더 솔직할 수 있었을까

"What is it you love so much about me?" Hoseok asks with eyes glittering like a thousand stars.

"Everything," Namjoon mutters quickly as if it's the easiest thing in the world. 

Yoongi snickers. "Cop out response."

Annoyance bubbles in you, and you sigh, wrapping your arms tightly around Hoseok's waist, resting your head against his ribs. "Alright, then," you challenge, looking at Yoongi, whose pale arm is draped over Hoseok's opposite hip, "what do you love so much about Hoseok?"

Namjoon's arm tightens around you, and you rub your foot against the expanse of leg that you're able to reach, from behind. 

"Aside from everything?" Yoongi teases, and you and Namjoon hum. 

Yoongi cranes his neck to look up from Hoseok's hip, takes Hoseok's hand in his, and kisses his knuckles. Hoseok must run his other hand through Namjoon's hair because you feel movement from Hoseok as Namjoon sinks into a feeling, pressing his body into yours.

"I love his consideration," Yoongi says softly. "How he lights up the room and gives me the energy I need sometimes. I love the quiet ways he shows love. And the sweet sounds he makes when I fuck him."

"I love you too, Yoongi," Hoseok mutters. "And Namjoon, and Bloom."

Namjoon closes his eyes and hums contentedly, and you squeeze Hoseok in another side hug. Namjoon and Yoongi don't say it to each other anymore, and neither of them seems to have the energy to bring it up. You certainly don't. 

"I love all those things too," Namjoon mutters, tracing circles over your hip with the tip of his ring finger. 

"Me too," you respond, sleep feeling heavy on your eyelids as you allow them to close softly.

Hoseok ruffles Namjoon's hair with a giggle, then reaches for yours to do the same. "Of course you do, my loves. I never doubted you."

Dating the three of them was as easy as breathing. 

Until it wasn’t.

"Hey there, pretty," a bright, soft voice called over the loud music at your favorite pub. 

Your best friend Namjoon had just been stood up by a date and was on his way to meet with you and drown his sorrows in cheap pints. You weren't expecting to find someone else talking to you, and when you turned to the voice, you were stunned. Dark brown hair fell in gentle waves over the forehead of the prettiest face you had ever seen. Long, thin features and a tall, slender body, and when he smiled, his lips made a heart.

"H-hey," you muttered, then swallowed down a lump in your throat.

"Are you here with anyone?" the pretty man asked, looking at the small empty high-top table you sat at.

You opened your mouth to respond, but nothing came out, so you cleared your throat and tried again, shaking your head. "N-no. My—uh—my friend going to join me, but—"

Pretty man shifted away and said, "Oh, I'm sorry," but you shook your head again and nodded toward the table. 

"He won't mind. The more the merrier, right?"

The man's eyes lit up at the suggestion, and with a shy nod, he rounded the table, taking a seat across from you. You chit-chatted about the bar and the music, laughing and happily getting to know one another. You learned that his name is Hoseok, and you introduced yourself but warned that Namjoon would call you Bloom rather than your government name. Hoseok cooed as if he thought it was cute. 

"Because you're as pretty as a flower?" he teased kindly.

"Because I was a crybaby as a kid," you admit with a grin, "and my friends always said tears bloom in my eyes too easily."

Hoseok's reaction—an endeared smile and squeal—brought a warm blush to your cheeks, and you attempted to change the topic, but Hoseok adamantly dug for as much information as he could. He swooned particularly hard when, after asking which movie made you the most emotional, you teared up as you muttered, "Spirited Away."

When Namjoon finally arrived, he was, as you expected, excited to see the pretty man sitting at your table. Hoseok stood to introduce himself, holding out a hand, and when Namjoon took Hoseok’s dainty fingers in his own and bowed his head to place a soft kiss on Hoseok’s honey skin, Hoseok’s cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink, blush shining despite the dim lighting of the bar. 

Hoseok suddenly looked shy as he cleared his throat and offered to grab the next round of beers for the table, and it made your heart soar to watch how flustered he became. Pretty boys like Hoseok should feel adoration, especially by someone as handsome as Namjoon. 

With Hoseok gone, Namjoon turned to you, and you stood from your stool in time for him to wrap you into a tight hug. Namjoon—having anticipated going on a date—had his sandy brown hair nicely coiffed off his forehead, and he smelled like a fresh spring day, floral and woody, and you closed your eyes to allow the scent to fill your nose before releasing the hug and taking your place on the stool. 

“What a pleasant surprise,” Namjoon said, dimples indenting his cheeks. “Although it throws a wrench in my plans, but you had no way of knowing.”

You studied your friend and cocked your head to the side. Plans? What plans could Namjoon have possibly had; it’s not as if he anticipated his date going sour, did he? Perhaps, since he was stood up by someone you tried to set him up with, Namjoon hoped to get back at you somehow for making a bad judgment call. Namjoon has never been a malicious man—in fact, he’s the sweetest man you think you’d ever met—but he has always been a bit of a trickster, and you wouldn’t put it past him to have been planning some kind of prank as retaliation.

Hoseok returned with three pints cradled between his long fingers, and Namjoon beamed, falling into conversation with the two of you as if you were already old friends who were catching up for the first time in a long time. 

It was nice how easy it was to talk to Hoseok, and although he looked at both you and Namjoon with stars in his eyes, potentially hoping for more than friendship from one of you, you did your best not to let it distract you so you could have a good night for the sake of your friend.

So when, after another three pints each, you found yourself frantically unlocking your apartment door while Namjoon and Hoseok made out behind you, you were still in a daze, unable to wrap your mind around everything that had led to that point. 

It swam in flashes through your mind: Hoseok shyly but confidently admitting to having a crush on the both of you and Namjoon admitting that he planned to finally confess to the feelings he had been harboring for you if his date went sour, but also that he was interested in Hoseok. You admitted to also having feelings for Namjoon and for finding Hoseok extremely charming and attractive. When Namjoon suggested you all go back to your place—the closest of the three—you didn't give it a second thought.

As soon as the apartment door shut behind you, hands were pulling you into the tangle, and the three of you touched and kissed and groped while haphazardly stepping out of your shoes. It was hard to keep track of who was who until Namjoon bent, wrapped his arms around your thighs, and picked you up, leading the way to your room with Hoseok grinning and watching you as he followed from behind. 

Falling into bed with Namjoon and Hoseok felt as comfortable as breathing. Namjoon undressed you while Hoseok undressed Namjoon and himself, and Hoseok didn't seem to mind that Namjoon wanted to pay a little more attention to you; he understood that there was a connection you and Namjoon had that he didn't share, and it didn't seem to make him feel intimidated. He seemed to enjoy watching the two of you just as much as he enjoyed joining you.

Hoseok stretched Namjoon with his mouth and fingers while Namjoon laid between your legs and eagerly ate you out like a man starved. Deep moans came out muffled between your thighs, and it took no time at all for Namjoon to make you come, and for Hoseok to make Namjoon come soon after. 

When Hoseok held Namjoon by the neck, fucking him while he was up on his knees, toned chest arched forward, you kissed and touched Namjoon, stroking his cock and telling him what a good boy he was for Hoseok. 

You didn't think anything could be better than watching two pretty boys fuck until Hoseok told you to get on your knees and take Namjoon's cock while Hoseok continued to fuck him. Namjoon didn't last in that position, but after he came for a second time and let Hoseok finish, Namjoon had you on your back screaming his name while Hoseok's hands touched and massaged you and made you feel so good.

By the time you rode Hoseok's cock, back arched with your head lolled back and whimpering his name, you knew that this was not just a one-time thing. Namjoon watched the two of you with sleep and adoration in his eyes, and you knew that this would become something regular that the three of you would share.

Each time you had one or both of them in bed, they were sure to take their time with you, slowly building your arousal and holding you through intense orgasms, making you feel loved and cherished. Both men were eager to please and be pleased, never vying for more control than the other and always making sure everyone was experiencing pleasure at all times. 

You slipped quickly into routines with Namjoon and Hoseok, both as individuals and as a unit, never feeling pressure to put a label on whatever you were doing. People asked a lot of questions, but you didn't mind, and when the two of them wanted to spend time without you, you never felt left out because as soon as you were with them again, it was as if you were one of only three people on earth who existed. Often, your apartment was lively with dinner parties and movie nights, followed by sleepovers where very little actual sleep was involved. 

As the semester came closer to an end, you and Namjoon became busier with exams, and Hoseok's students were spending more time perfecting their dance recitals. You had less time to spend with both of them, but each moment was special, and you wouldn't have had it any other way. 

Despite the chaos, there was always a balance. And then Yoongi came along.

Several months into whatever you, Namjoon and Hoseok were doing, you were at a nightclub celebrating Namjoon's birthday when a man clad in all black with light brown hair and dangling silver earrings that shimmered in the rainbow lights came up to your table and asked you to dance. You hesitated at first, stunned by his beauty. 

When you looked at Namjoon and Hoseok, who sat close to one another, holding each other as if they were the couple and you were the third wheel, Hoseok nodded his chin to the man with a smile and said, "We don't mind."

"Are they your babysitters?" the man asked with one eyebrow cocked.

"We're together," you said matter-of-factly. 

"Ah," the man said, softening his expression, "my apologies."

"I'm Bloom," you offered, willing to move on from the transgression. "This is Hoseok and Namjoon. It's Namjoon's birthday."

"Birthday," the man said with a wide smile, straightening out his posture. "What do you like to drink? I'll bring it out."

Namjoon eagerly accepted the offer, and with four new drinks in hand and a new man joining you in the booth, the night became a bit of a blur. You learned quickly that the man's name is Yoongi and that Yoongi is a beast on the dance floor, grinding against you and pulling you into him in ways that made you eager to take him home with the three of you and let him fuck you senseless. And when you brought the idea up to the other two, biting your lip and pleading with your eyes, they didn't hesitate. 

"Yoongi seems like a good match for our group," Hoseok shouted over the loud trap song. “He’s fiery!”

And Yoongi was a good match for the group at first. He was just as eager to please, with a little more assertiveness in the bedroom but never taking over full control. He liked to overstimulate you, and rather than slowly bringing you to orgasm the way the other two did, he had you racing to the finish line so quickly it made your head spin. 

Often, Yoongi would keep going until you were begging him to stop, unsure you could handle more and more pleasure, and perform aftercare for you long after the other two were spent and wrapped up in one another. 

"I could spend forever with the three of you, just like this," Yoongi would groan with a smile in his voice, holding you close while the other two slept, and you would nod and smile and hum in agreement sinking into the feeling of Yoongi's arms.

Just as spontaneously as you, Namjoon and Hoseok accepted each other as a group, Yoongi was accepted, too. Yoongi followed the lead of you and the others, checking in with the group to make sure everyone was happy and eager to maintain the balance that had already been struck between the three of you. But then Yoongi and Hoseok began to spend time together alone, and Namjoon didn't like that. 

When it was just the three of you, Namjoon had no issue with you and Hoseok going on dates without him, and you couldn't fathom why it would upset him to suddenly let Hoseok and Yoongi spend time alone, together. 

You took it personally at first, wondering why Namjoon couldn't be happy with just you. You wondered if it was a mistake to have gotten involved with Namjoon sexually in the first place, worrying that you'd just ruined a friendship that you had spent practically your entire life building. But then Namjoon confessed to having different types of feelings for all three of you, and you realized that it was the same for you. 

The growing love you felt for all three of them was just as intense across the board, but looking at it more closely, you realize there were different types of love you felt for each of them and different bonds you had established, as well. 

Namjoon, for example, was your best friend. You loved Namjoon in a way that you imagined loving someone you would want to build forever with. Namjoon was safe, sturdy, reliable and kind. Namjoon was home. 

Hoseok was like the sunshine peeking through rain clouds, brightening your dreariest of days and making you feel a level of comfort and peace you never thought possible. Hoseok made you want to write poetry and cry openly during touching films. Loving Hoseok was like wrapping yourself in a thick, warm blanket on a cold winter night. 

And then there was Yoongi. Yoongi awakened a desire inside you that you never knew you harbored. Every kink you were too shy to explore, every risk you were too afraid to take, Yoongi held your hand and guided you through it every step of the way. Yoongi was bold and beautiful and unafraid of anything. Yoongi made you feel alive. 

Because of the differences in bonds you had with each man, you always felt like there was a balance within the relationship, whether you were spending time with one, or two, or all three of them. Hoseok also seemed to feel that way and frequently expressed it as much, and Yoongi would gush about the three of you equally. Namjoon’s feelings, however, were not balanced. 

Namjoon would often grumble about Yoongi. At first, his complaints were personal, such as, "Yoongi takes up too much of Hoseok's attention but never seems to have time for me," or, "Yoongi and I just don't see eye-to-eye on some topics." But then he would begin to project complaints onto others, such as, "Yoongi is too rough with you," or "Yoongi is too controlling of Hoseok."

You didn't think much of it, dismissing the complaints that were most unfounded—because Yoongi was the right amount of rough with you, and Hoseok never seemed bothered with the time or energy Yoongi spent on him—but then you started to notice Namjoon shift, entirely. The more you refuted his unfounded claims, the more he seemed to think you sided with Yoongi until one day, he assumed you were flat out against him. 

“I’m not siding with anyone,” you would insist, begging Namjoon to understand your point of view. “I just don’t think you’re being fair with him, and I don’t think he’s being fair with you, either.”

But Namjoon wouldn’t listen. He would roll his eyes and shake his head and come up with example after exaggerated example of you and Hoseok preferring Yoongi to him. Sometimes it would get so bad, the only way you could get through to Namjoon—to show him how much you still loved him—was through his cock. 

You would wrap your arms around Namjoon’s neck and whimper his name, rolling your hips to meet his while begging him to make you come undone all over him. Namjoon would lick into your mouth as you moaned and trembled through your orgasm and hold you close as you fell asleep blissfully and satisfied. 

But then morning would come, and it would all start again. 

“I think we should rotate date nights,” Hoseok suggested one night when all four of you were at your place watching a film. You and Yoongi were curled together on the floor while Namjoon and Hoseok cuddled on the couch.

“Or perhaps the four of us should do more things together,” Yoongi suggested. 

You looked back at Namjoon, who stared ahead, watching the television. "Joonie," you said softly, and Namjoon just hummed in response, continuing to stare ahead. 

"What do you think about the suggestions?" you tried again, and this time Namjoon shrugged. 

"A date with the four of us sounds fine," he muttered, "but isn't that what we're doing right now?"

"Maybe we should take Hoseok's suggestion and do individual dates," you said.

When Namjoon finally did look at you, there was a fire ablaze in his eyes that made you swallow a lump. He clearly did not seem happy, but he also didn't want to voice why. Yoongi, however, wasn't afraid to voice anything. 

"He doesn't want to go on a date with me," Yoongi said. 

Namjoon didn't reply, but he squinted, gaze turned back to the television. 

"It's fine," Yoongi continued. "I don't want to put in the effort anymore, either.” 

"Put in the effort?" Namjoon asked, voice loud and angry, making the hairs on your body stand up. "When have you ever put in the effort with me, Yoongi?"

Yoongi scoffed and shook his head, pulling you closer. "Forget it," he muttered.

"No, Yoongi, I can't forget it because you constantly rub it in my face."

Yoongi sighed and sat up straight, dropping his arm from around you. You could tell he was exhausted and heartbroken to be having this conversation again, and you wished you could just make both of them relax and see eye-to-eye. But it was never that easy with either of them. 

"Namjoon," Yoongi said softly. "Look, I don't know why you seem to think I'm trying to rub anything in your face or why you get so upset with Bloom or Hoseok spending time with me. I'm not trying to take them from you. I love you too, you know? And it's okay that you don't love me back, but please...can we not fight?"

Namjoon scoffed, and Hoseok muttered, "What, Joonie?" to which Namjoon said, "I know you don't love me, so just stop."

"Go on a date with me," Yoongi said, turning his body to face Namjoon. Namjoon must have responded silently in some way that you missed, and Yoongi continued, pressing on more eagerly. "Let me show you, one-on-one, how I feel about you, Namjoon. If you don't enjoy the date then I won't try again."

"Fine," Namjoon huffed, and that was the end of it.

Except that wasn't the end of that. Rather, it was the beginning of the end of everything, though, at the time, nobody had really seen it coming. The date they went on went so well that they went back to Yoongi's place, talked and fucked it all out, and it seemed like everything was resolved. 

Yoongi and Namjoon seemed really happy around one another, and you and Hoseok were vocal about how pleased you were that everything seemed to be great again. But then you had a particularly steamy date with Yoongi and Namjoon got in his head again. 

Your phone rang off the hook for several minutes straight while Yoongi had you on your back with your ankles over his shoulders and a vibrator on your clit. Your eyes were practically in the back of your head, and you could no longer moan, much less answer a phone call. Yoongi picked it up. 

"Namjoonah," Yoongi rasped, panting softly while continuing to fuck you, "we're a little busy, baby, is something the matter?"

You looked up as best as you could and tried to reach for the vibrator, to stop yourself from having another orgasm just yet, but your arms were like rubber, and Yoongi shook his head, "No." 

You had a safeword—or in this case, a red handkerchief to wave that was bunched up in your other hand—but you didn't want to use it, it wasn’t a safesignal-type situation; you just didn't want Namjoon to possibly hear you come in case he was feeling some sort of way.

Yoongi sighed quietly and said, "Can we talk about this in another ten or fifteen minutes? I'm with Bloom." A short pause followed, and then, "Namjoonah, that's not what I meant, I'm just literally fucking her, can we wait to have this conversation? I'll call you the moment I come."

With a louder sigh, Yoongi's hips slowed to a stop. "What are you talking about? I'm not rubbing anything in anyone's face; I answered because you wouldn't stop calling, and I was worried there was an emergency."

"Bloom, baby, can you say hi to Namjoonah?" Yoongi asked, holding the phone from his ear. You shook your head and held out the red handkerchief. "Nah, she's non-verbal right now...Well, I knew she was, which is why I answered her phone, Namjoonah! I was just confirming it for you; I know what it looks like when she—we're not doing anything unsafe, why do you get so mad—okay, you know what? I'm not getting yelled at while my cock softens inside our girlfriend; we'll talk about this later." 

Yoongi hung up the call and sat back on the bed, gently dropping your legs down around him while pulling his cock out. He turned off the vibrator and sighed, running a hand through his light brown hair. 

"I don't understand why he gets like this," Yoongi muttered. 

The shouting and Yoongi's stress began to pull you back from subspace, and you rolled into a ball on your side, wrapping your arms around your knees. Yoongi laid in front of you and pulled the blanket over both your bodies and rubbed his hand over your hair.

"Sorry, baby Bloom. I shouldn't have answered."

You wanted to tell Yoongi that it's okay, that you understand why he answered the call, so you placed a hand over his, and you nuzzled against it, sinking into the feeling of his hand against your skin. Yoongi sighed, smiled, and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. 

"I don't like that he fucks you until you can't speak. What if you need him to stop?" 

You sighed and threw your hands into the air, slamming your palms against your thighs. Namjoon had barely entered your apartment, and already he was stressing you out.

"Namjoon, I like it, okay? Please stop being so overbearing."

"You like it?"

"Yes," you groaned, already so tired of this conversation. "I like it. We have a safe signal in place that I have never had to use because he takes good care of me."

Namjoon crossed his arms around his chest. "Is that what you want me to do to you, too? Are you even satisfied with the way I fuck you? Does Hoseok make you non-verbal?"

Tears welled in your eyes, and you felt exasperated. You've always loved Namjoon so much and you hated how he began to behave. Your relationship with Namjoon was the one relationship that hurt the most to see cracks in, and it was the only one that seemed to fall apart.

"Namjoon, please, stop."

"This is just too much for me."

"Why?"

Namjoon's eyes were glued to the floor, and he shook his head. "I don't think I can do this. I don't want to lose you or Hoseok, but I don't think I can handle Yoongi."

"Yoongi is good to us, and he loves you. It's alright that the four of us have different personalities and approaches to the relationships, but you can't try to dictate what others do when it doesn't directly affect you."

Namjoon just nodded and stared ahead. 

"And no, Namjoon, Hoseok does not make me non-verbal. And I don't need you to change the way you fuck me. I love everything you do, and so does Hoseok, and so does Yoongi. The thing that makes these relationships so exciting and dynamic is all of our differences. But you can't worry about how Yoongi and I fuck. If I didn't like it, we wouldn't do it."

"I just worry about you," Namjoon muttered. "And I'm sorry. If you're happy with the way Yoongi treats you, then I should be satisfied. I don't know why this is so hard for me."

"I don't need you to worry about me, Namjoon. I don't want you to worry about me. I need you to trust me and trust that I know my boundaries and that I'm happy."

Namjoon seemed to understand. He pulled you into his arms and apologized for being overbearing. You tangled up with Namjoon in bed to show him just how much you liked the way he fucked you, knowing that trying to repair the issues with sex once more would be a problematic way of fixing things but not stopping yourself from trying.

"I don't understand why they struggle so hard to get along," Hoseok pouted over a beer. You sat at the same high-top you were at the night you and Hoseok met. 

You shook your head and sighed. "I don't either."

"I love the three of you so dearly, but I don't know what to do about their dynamic. Honestly, I wish they could coexist platonically without it being an issue, but it seems like Namjoon gets so jealous."

Jealous. You hated the word and the accusation, but you knew he was right. But you didn't know what to do about it, aside from attempting to talk to them, which seemed less and less effective over time, and you knew there was no way the two of them would be able to stay platonic and allow the rest of the relationships to run their course without there being a jealousy problem from one of them.

"Namjoon, please don't leave," you sob, holding Namjoon by the arm. He's clearly frustrated, and he won't look you in the eyes, which are welled with tears. You're so beyond reasoning with him, but you can't stand to see him give up.

"Bloom," Namjoon mutters quietly. "Please, I just need time alone to think."

You don't want to let Namjoon go because you worry he won't come back. He claims that he plans to go to his hometown for a week and take a breather and to decide where he sees himself fitting into the relationships, if at all, but you're so overwhelmed with worry and grief that you hate the idea of him leaving. 

"Bloom, it's not permanent; I'm only leaving for a week. I've been gone longer."

You know that. You know that Namjoon won't be gone forever. You know that Namjoon will return, and regardless of his choice involving the relationship, you and he will be able to remain friends. But you don't want to be Namjoon's friend; you want to be Namjoon's forever. 

After the day Hoseok asked the three of you what you love so much about him, Namjoon couldn't stop stewing over what Yoongi said. He kept accusing Yoongi of making everything a competition, and you had to admit that Yoongi's tone lately has been bothering you a bit, too. You just wish they could get along. Whatever Namjoon decides while he's away is going to affect all of you, and you're nervous as hell. 

"Has Namjoon come back?" Hoseok asks with knit eyebrows. 

You can't believe Namjoon hasn't reached out to Hoseok, and your mouth falls open. "Yeah," you say. "A week ago."

Hoseok's eyes fall to the table, and he sets his beer down with a clunk. "Oh. So I guess that's it, then."

Six days ago, Namjoon returned from his hometown and told you he still needed space. He decided that he would back away from the relationship and try to hold onto a friendship with you and Hoseok, but apparently, he hasn't bothered to reach out to Hoseok and tell him. You can see the pain on Hoseok's face, and you sigh.

"I'm sorry, Seok."

Hoseok shrugs and picks his beer back up, finishing the rest of the pint in one big gulp. "Maybe we should all step back and take a break."

Your heart sinks, and you feel your eyes well with tears. You expected something like this to come from Yoongi, but not Hoseok. All you can bring yourself to say is, "Oh."

Hoseok looks sad, and he sighs. "With classes starting again soon, we shouldn't go into a new semester distracted by everyone else's baggage. Maybe a change in scenery will bring us back together. At least as friends."

Friends. The word tastes as bitter as the remnants of the beer in your glass, and you nod your head and finish your drink, eyes unfocused and ears unable to pick up the music playing or...anything, really. Resigned to knowing that this is the end, you pay your tab, hug Hoseok and go home. 

Once home, you don't text Hoseok or Yoongi despite desperately wanting to talk to them, and you decide to take Hoseok's advice to focus on school so that, once the semester starts, you're not distracted by all the drama. Yoongi had already begun to be distant when Namjoon left town, and now with Hoseok wanting to call everything off, you can't imagine Yoongi coming around at all.

You do reach out to Namjoon, however. But he's "busy with friends." Namjoon is always busy these days. You miss him so much. 

A week into the new semester, you've already made friends with a pink-haired angel named Jimin and a greek statue named Taehyung. The nature of their relationship is mostly unlabeled and loose, but it's clear they're very close and that they're open to you being close to them, too. 

You welcome them with open arms and anticipate things with them becoming something similar to your last relationship, and you look forward to learning more about Jimin and Taehyung and finding where you fit with the two of them.

But you miss Yoongi, Hoseok, and most of all, Namjoon. You see them from time to time on campus, but they're always surrounded by others, and they never seem to notice you. Namjoon is heart-eyes for a tall heartthrob named Seokjin, and he never has time to catch up. 

Now that you've seen the end, you no longer hold onto resentment, but you expect that your heart will feel broken for a while. Despite the hurt, you focus on your new friendships. There's a part of you that holds out hope that you'll be able to be friends with Namjoon, Hoseok and Yoongi one day, but you try not to dwell on it long enough to make tears bloom. Jimin and Taehyung are your life now, and you know in your heart that it’s time to move on.

here’s a little something for those of you who may need some closure! 

❤ tag list: @btsiguess-kpop​, @dasexydevitt13​, @giriiboyy​ & @mwitsmejk​​

Outro: Tears is copyright 2022 theharrowing, all rights reserved. Don’t be a silent reader, I love to hear from you! 

#btscarnivalnet #btswritersclub #bts poly #rapline x reader #yoongi x reader #namjoon x reader #hoseok x reader #fic: outro: tear #yoongi smut

[hearteyes4hobi]

entering my feral era sorry everyone (not really sorry)

but I need hobi/yoongi/namjoon fic recommendations, i’m so bored and love to be delusional <3

PLS HELP THX LOVE U ALL

#it’s all yoongi and hobi’s fault ok I can’t help it #i’ve been reading too much smut pls forgive me #i’m so feral for rapline I can’t help it #rapline smut #hoseok smut #yoongi smut #bts fic recs

[pxssnelke]

elements 

✧ T, No Archive Warnings Apply ✧ 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS   ✧ Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Kim Namjoon | RM/Min Yoongi | Suga ✧ Ball, cinderella but make it mythology and poly, Fluff, Metaphors, Dragon Kim Namjoon | RM, Kirin Min Yoongi | Suga, Fenghuang Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Mythology - Freeform, Non-Binary Min Yoongi, Polyamory, written by trans author ✧ posted 12/2020, 4.7k

“If I chose you, would you say yes?” Hoseok whispers into the darkness.  “Without hesitation.”

#bts #fic #kpop #jung Hoseok #min yoongi #kim namjoon #mythology #cinderella #fenghuang #kirin #dragon #polyamory #nonbinary #rapline

[ze-eternalmarsh]

Name: A Rewarding Seven

Ship: Yoongi/Everyone, Jungkook/Everyone, OT7 - BTS

Rating: Explicit

Category: M/M

Wordcount: 12,267k

Type: One Shot

Tags: smut, fluff, sexual tension, canon-compliant, orgy, polyamory, established relationship, porn with feelings, dacryphilia, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, rough sex, aftercare, cuddling, consensual kink, exhibitionism, voyeurism, subspace, strength kink, dirty talk, soft

Summary:

Yoongi decides to tease his members by sending them photo previews of his recent photoshoot where, for the first time ever in his career, he is half naked.

However, since his six boyfriends are horny monsters, Yoongi has to deal with the consequences of his actions when Jungkook suggests that, as a reward for those pretty pictures, they should make Yoongi come over and over. Seven times to be exact.

Aka the Yoongi-centered orgy no one asked for, but everyone needed.

#bts yoongi fanfic #bts namjoon #bts yoongi #bts fanfic #bts fic #bts ao3 #bts hobi #bts hobi fanfic #bts hoseok #bts hoseok fanfic #bts j hope #bts jeongguk #bts jhope #bts jhope fanfic #ao3 tags #bts #ao3fic #ao3 fanfic #ao3 #bts rapline #bts agust d #bts agust d fanfic #bts jimin #bts jimin fanfic #bts jin #bts jin fanfic #bts jungkook #bts jungkook fanfic #bts namjoon fanfic #bts ot7

[ugh-yoongi]

so sorry it took me a few days to get this together for you, but i hope you enjoy some of these!

most of these works contain mature themes/content. please heed tags and do not engage with any explicit work if you are a minor!

i'm sure there are a bunch i've forgotten, so please feel free to reblog and share your own work and your faves!

also, please note: there are a lot of fics on these lists that are posted to ao3. it has recently come out that a volunteer was removed from their position for being pro-palestine (you can find the twt thread here). i am in the process of looking for a better alternative, but until then, it is unfortunately probably the best way to share these stories. while i personally won't be posting to or reading on ao3 for the time being, how you choose to engage going forward is completely up to you! i just wanted to make sure i was being transparent.

hobi x reader

guarded & kanalia by @xjoonchildx — basically anything by ana lbr

just practice & we float by @anotherbtswriter

gone wild by @johobi

liar, liar by @eoieopda

party on you by @here2bbtstrash

do i wanna know? by @yoongiphoria

started with a spark, now we're on fire by @the-boy-meets-evil

renegade by @junghelioseok

midnight confessions by @snackhobi

cry to my room by @kithtaehyung

matters of the heart by @hobidreams

plant boy by @gukyi

sunlit affair by @ubemango

the art of war by @wwilloww

not today, satan by @gimmethatagustd

the wood by @sailoryooons

virtuoso by @hamsterclaw

even though by @moni-logues

anything by @dilfhoseokie

upbeat

for the first time (what's past is past)

same old mistakes

tip 143 (for ∞ seconds of love)

as always, mxm fics (aka me being embarrassing sope trash) under the cut!

member x member

little miracles by @here2bbtstrash (jihope)

you're not mine, but you're the best (jihope) ⭐

i only always think (jihope)

you made me dream when i couldn't sleep (jihope)

walk the walk (jihope)

polaroid (jihope)

a midnight clear (jihope) ⭐

got an offer you might refuse (jihope feat. jin)

i don't want it at all (jihope feat. jin)

please be my finale (sope) ⭐

i've been calling your name (in this whole universe) (sope)

nothing without sunlight (sope)

same damn hunger (sope) ⭐

hot fuss (sope)

i'd love it if we made it (sope) ⭐

rub your feelings down my spine (sope)

kiss me hard before you go (sope) ⭐

how easy this should be (sope)

all my days (i'll know your face) (sope)

those ocean eyes (sope)

leave you drowning (until you reach for my hand) (sope)

reputation (sope)

snapshots from the breakdown (sope) ⭐

the best is yet to come (sope)

my hands down your pants (no homo) (sope)

first times and stuff & an experiment in threesomes (sope feat. jk)

at least i got you in my head (hopekook)

10/10, would do again (hopekook)

bone + tissue (hopekook)

telepathy (rapline)

delta (rapline)

i get those goosebumps every time (rapline)

i'm on fire (rapline)

when the moon rises (namseok)

how i'm imagining you (namseok)

in your atmosphere (namseok)

why don't you figure (my heart) out (namseok)

the universe needs more you (namseok)

bated breath (2seok)

smile like you mean it (2seok)

gingerbread (2seok)

cowboys love horses (2seok)

natural gnosis and the chaos therein (2seok) ⭐

telepathy for virgins (2seok)

⭐ = personal mxm favorite. please read any of these and return to scream over them with me.

#hoseok x reader #jhope x reader #hobi x reader #jhope fanfic #hoseok fanfic #jhope smut #hoseok smut #bts fanfic #bts smut #fic rec

[kithtaehyung]

[ mami ] guess whaaaaaat😈

a/n: you heard it here first! after careful consideration, mami is now gonna be a collection of parts instead of just a oneshot🤪👍 this will allow me to post whenever instead of waiting for the whole thing to be done, AND WE GET A LOT MORE NAMGI🗯️ the only thing i ask of y’all is to consider giving mami some love/interaction as it goes along!🥳 I have less free time now so if the hype isn’t hyping i may move onto other things👍

a/n 2: each part will also have its own warnings and could be read as a standalone, so for the people that wanna read mami but may not want 3some action, you can still enjoy and just skip the published parts that have it. let’s goooo!

#LETS GET ITTTT #*ryenfictalk #fic:mami #maminotes #bts imagines #bts reactions #bts fic #yoongi smut #namjoon smut #hoseok smut #rapline fic

[hobicakess]

PLAYING DANGEROUS | bts rapline [m.list]

summary: It's been almost three years since Jack in the box was caught, and no one could make him talk. No one knew his story, and what drove him to become the monster he was today. That is until you're assigned your first story. What makes you so lucky?

rating: 18+ (I'm not your mother you're in control of what you consume)

pairings: Journalist!Reader x Criminal!JungHoseok x CEO!Kim Namjoon x Detective!MinYoongi.

warnings: smut murder, blood and gore, Jack In The Box Hobi, corruption, workplace abuse, yandere characters, possessive/obsessive behavior, dubcon, short hair namjoon (yes that's a warning), black/plus sized coded reader, violence from every single aspect, police brutality, mircoagression towards woc, lawyer kim seokjin, maknae helping cause chaos, manipulation, drugs and addiction, unhinged serial killer hobi, yoongi hates his job, namjoon loves his job (he gets to piss you off everyday)

authors note: howdy hotties! this fic was heavily inspired by this post, i don't think it'll be 30 chapters but something about it just spoke to me and itched my writer brain. even though the mc is black coded anyone can read ofc!! the teaser will be out sometime today or tomorrow night. if you'd like a tag pls comment below. Reblogs are appreciated and check out my other works (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡

©hobicakesss , please don't repost or steal my work. don't be a loser

teaser | one | two | three...

#bts x black reader #bts x reader #yoongi x reader #dee recs. #jungkook x reader #namjoon x reader #dee reblogs. #hoseok x reader #bts rap line #rapline x reader #min #yandere yoongi #yandere bts

[bibbykins]

Moonlight Reign Ch.1

A/N: Instead of forcing myself to focus on one series at a time, I'm planning to write what sparks joy to write in the moment and post it as I go! Hopefully this will clear some wips and help me feel less disorganized lmao! Not to say I'm not working on THB, I def am I just want to have something to post as I work on THB and the bigger projects like the LWAB fics among other things! So (hopefully) I'll keep these chapters limited to 5-7k, but we'll see lol pls enjoy and send me asks I thrive on them and so does my motivation!

And a huge thank you to my wonderful B @rapline-heaux for beta-reading ily!!

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Yandere! Mafia! BTS x Reader

Words: 5.7k

Warnings: crime, sensory flashbacks, trauma, unhealthy relationships, yandere behavior not rlly in this part but soon, pining, violence, past abuse, past neglect, academic neglect, stitches, drunk Jungkook, tackling, pinning someone down, mention of open relationship, poly is the norm is this au

“It’s time to go now.” 

1, 2, 3, 4

“Five years after the fall of the underground power family, Moon Corporation, people still suspect an even more powerful company has taken their place since…”

1, 2, 3, 4

“It’s… so red…”

1, 2, 3, 4

“The exposure beheld more answers than questions, but on the five-year anniversary of the suicidal explosion that killed the head, Moon Byungyeol and his daughter, the elusive green-haired girl who was 18 at the time, colleagues mourn in secret and establishments fear an anniversary heist or something worst than last year as the date rapidly approaches…”

1, 2, 3, 4

“Locals have several theories on the big conglomerate that now controls Seoul’s business, underground and above, with the mafia organizations and gangs running rampant, people fear the government is under their thumb as well…”

1, 2- SHUT UP

You inhaled deeply as if just surfacing from the drowning body of water residing in your brain. Your fingers stilled from the tapping, a  desperate attempt to make you surface, a sorry technique your brief stint in therapy drilled into you. Maybe having nothing led to illogical personal connections with a number. Of all your training as an heir, it was the mundane basic curriculum lessons that fascinated you the most. You were never good at math, but you loved to be perplexed by the numbers. It was a humbling experience, and in your fruitless calculations, four was always the easiest to wrap your head around. Of course, you didn’t know how humbled you’d be until you were a 20 year old trying to figure out how to do middle school math. Your education left much to be desired growing up, but you still enjoyed learning. 

You used to be convinced four was too perfect of a number for such an ugly world, and though you let go of the notion with your past life, it didn’t change that it was a world you had to feign blind to now. In your youth, four was a beautiful result of a simple equation, a funny origin to big numbers. It was a warm hug among the violent reactions when you’d get questions far below your intended grade level wrong. In a world where stuffed animals were banned from your childhood room, the number four was all you had. You didn’t particularly like how pathetic that made you feel, but it didn’t change how much it helped you on days like these.

Your palms retracted from their firm placement on the wall you leaned on, relaxing you. Releasing your slightly curled fingers, you stifled a bitter laugh at the desperate attempt to grasp onto something. It was always so degrading to scrub off the marks your acrylics made along the wall, but the stiletto nails made taps loud enough to bring you back. It was an absolute mystery how the school you worked at let you get away with these. 

Your little episode was finished as you settled your mind with the news continuing to drone on. You massaged your jaw, sore from the subconscious clench you were cursed with. You blew out a sigh as you felt your face and nodded when no tears were felt. Your phone buzzed, alerting you to the time and you groaned. Your damn neighbor would be here any minute now.

Jungkook wasn’t a mean guy by any means, quite the opposite. He was extremely insistent on your well-being, so much so it bordered on doting, and such behavior made you clam up. You didn’t know how to respond to his fussing over you. Hell, you didn’t know how to respond to most interactions outside of your old family business for a long while. That was just one of the many things he taught you, and he never once lost his cool doing so. He was patient with you, and you didn’t know how to thank him for it. 

You both had been in the same class when you attended university, and while you were fine with letting your temporary acquaintanceship go no further than asking for notes or the occasional study session, he was a force to be reckoned with. You just kept running into him and when you moved here and found he was your next-door neighbor, you knew there was no getting out of it. He was going to be your friend. Although, you never understood why he wanted to be so bad. 

Cut to a whole year after you both graduated, and it still didn’t make any sense. You both were polar opposites in a lot of ways. He was the regular party boy always at clubs and coming home at ungodly hours of the night. Meanwhile, you were usually in bed by 11:00 pm and only left your apartment for the job that barely covered your rent. Needless to say, you weren't exactly a social butterfly, so if you found one friend in Jungkook, you figured it wouldn't be such a crime.

However, having Jungkook as a friend meant having a weekly dinner with him as he mooched off of your TV and you mooched off of the food he paid for. It was an even enough exchange. Plus, it was nice to talk freely, or well, as free as you've ever been able to, even if just for a little bit.

You faced the mirror, patting down your hair, thankful for how much healthier it was without the cheap dye job you had done yourself when you were 14, “That green didn’t suit me at all,” You mused, fixing your hair, “Plus it nearly ruined my hair.” You murmured to no one in particular, keeping track of your speeding thoughts as you settled back into Earth. 

Jungkook knocked on the door and you nodded to yourself, “It’s open!” You called and sat down at the table as he walked in, take-away bags in his hands.

“You really shouldn’t leave your door open like that, you know.” He tsked like he always did. It just made sense to leave it unlocked when you knew he was coming, especially if you needed to run to the bathroom so you could finish crying before facing him. Of course, you haven't had to do that in a while, but better safe than sorry. Your issues, for lack of better term, were no secret to Jungkook, and you both knew it, but you liked to avoid having him see you at your most vulnerable when you could help it.

You simply shrugged as you helped him unpack the food, “We’re the only ones on the top floor.” You reminded him, “it would be quite silly of a criminal to come all the way up to the 20th floor.” You chided.

“Still.” He tried to argue but quickly gave up. Jungkook knew by now that you could take care of yourself, but sometimes you wished you’d let him do it for you more often. However, he let this potential argument go, this time. He looked around and narrowed his gaze at the TV, “Why do you still have the news on?” 

You paused and looked up from your food as it prattled on about your family, “I guess I forgot,” You forced your casual tone, “Did you get-”

“Syndicates, huh…?” He echoed the news reporter’s words, eyes fixated on the screen with a curious look, “The news is so weird with this stuff.”

The chopsticks in your hand stilled. You wanted to say that the syndicates were even weirder since they were the ones that probably signed off on the script. As a little girl, that was the first thing you had learned, how to play chess outside on a park bench, how to play chess crushing people in your hands as you moved them. It had all been the same to you for far too long. 

“Like I care, it’s just background noise.” A lie, you hated lying, but it was something you had to get used to doing for the sake of your safety.

“You aren't scared of these guys at all?” Jungkook looked at you like you were crazy, although his eyes didn't match the rest of his face's intensity.

Shaking off the weird notion, you rolled your eyes, “A world without you buying me dinner is pretty spooky but that,” You gestured to the TV, “Is a cheap haunted house in comparison to the hell of making dinner or worse, ordering it myself, on a Friday night.” You giggled.

Jungkook rolled his eyes with a scoff, “Is that all I am to you? A sugar daddy?” He asked in mock offense and you nearly spit out your drink.

You swallowed roughly before glaring at him as he laughed, “If you’re my sugar daddy, I need a new one.” You retorted and his laugh died while a childish pout settled on his face, “I mean, all I get is a measly dinner once a week and I still have to work and pay my bills?” 

“Well, what do I get, huh?” He crossed his arms, and it made you chuckle. Laughter had never come easy to you growing up, and it still had a hard time coming to you but after years by Jungkook’s side it was easier than ever to do, “Where’s my sugar?” He thrusted his cheek toward you, tapping on it with his index finger.

You rolled your eyes in spite of the flutter in the pit of your stomach and pushed his face away with your index finger, “My presence is your sugar, dummy.” You teased and how easy it was to be human around him made you smile wider, “Plus I let you watch your silly little shirtless men.” 

He clicked his tongue, “First of all, if you’re going to call them shirtless men, at least call them hot because look at him.” He pressed a button on your remote and his favorite fighter, Park Jimin filled the screen, “Second of all, it’s literally fewer syllables to just say MMA fights.”

You took a bite of your food and shrugged, “Don’t you have, like, a million boyfriends? Wouldn’t you make them jealous drooling all over Jimin?” You challenged, vaguely remembering Jungkook saying he had more than three boyfriends at some point. Not that it was surprising, most people had at least two significant others. Unless they were you, of course. You had no one to talk to but the man sitting in front of you, forget about a significant other. “He would make me pretty damn insecure.” You chuckled.

Jungkook scrunched his brows at you, “Six.” He corrected, mirth filling his eyes already.

You looked from the TV to him, “Hm?” You tilted your head to the side.

“I have six boyfriends, thank you very much.” He stated matter-of-factly, and you rolled your eyes at his tone, “Why? Are you trying to give me seven significant others?” He feigned a scandalous gasp, “Well, the relationship is open, you know, so I guess I could pencil you in–” You cut him off by shoving a piece of chicken in his mouth with a glare. The teasing made your chest seize for a split moment when faced with his teasing smirk, so this had been the best way to shut him up. 

Jungkook had always been a flirt, he often relished in teasing you to see how embarrassed you would get. Thankfully, over the years you had gotten used to it. You had already known his relationship was open since he mentioned how often they’re all apart, but you didn’t care to entertain that kind of intimacy with Jungkook even in your thoughts these days. It was just better that way.

“Ha, ha, we got a comedian.” You deadpanned and before you could say anything else, something on the screen caught your eyes, “What the fuck?” You mumbled.

“What?” Jungkook inquired as he looked at the TV, swallowing the food you fed him.

The camera had panned over the crowd and over an eerily familiar face poorly covered with sunglasses. The etching of a scar peeking out of the cheap frames told you all you needed, though. That was your uncle. 

What the hell was he doing showing his face? Let alone this close to the five-year anniversary of everything. The new syndicate in charge took great joy in celebrating the fall of your family, no doubt they’re itching for someone to make an example of someone. Worry tried to leak its way into your veins, but you fought it. Why should you care about him? If he wanted to sign his death certificate, that was on him.

Still, the sight of a man you were almost positive you’d never see again made you feel uneasy. You’d acclimated to regular life quite well, so one of the few remnants of your past life appearing like a ghost was ominous. In spite of your unease, you couldn’t look away. Almost as if you were waiting for him to poof away. You kinda wished he would. 

The camera changed and you finally blinked.

“N-Nothing.” You finally said, shaking your head, “I just thought I recognized someone, that’s all.” Your hands trembled for the briefest of moments as you lifted food to your mouth.

“Oh really, who?” Your only friend asked curiously and you shrugged as you chewed.

“Just some teacher that called in today.” You lied and it made your food taste sour for a moment. It was for the best you lied, you had to keep reminding yourself of that. 

“Hell, I’d call in too if it meant I could see the fight live.” You were thankful Jungkook dropped the topic and let your shoulders relax. You shouldn’t feel bad for lying, really. An unspoken rule between you both was that you never pried about private details. Jungkook led his life and you led yours. Hell, you don’t even know what he does for a living, but it wouldn’t surprise you if it was living off of his boyfriends’ income. Not to mention you didn’t even know if he lived with anyone else next door or if that was just a place of his own to use on occasions. Though, you couldn’t help being a little jealous at the idea of being so pampered. 

“Yeah, I could go for a silly little shirtless man fight on occasion.” You shrugged with a cheeky grin. 

“Silly?!” Jungkook guffawed, “I’ll have you know if he wins this fight, he’ll qualify for the championship, so this is pretty high stakes.” He toted his knowledge of the sport.

“Hasn’t he already been champion like a few times now?” You asked, barely following.

“Yeah, but, he’s been off his game this season for… personal reasons, so he’s never been this close to not qualifying.” He admitted, and your brows scrunched at the melancholy in his eyes. 

“Damn.” You mustered, “How do you know all this?” You asked, genuine curiosity lighting your eyes.

Suddenly, Jungkook’s cheeks reddened as he tore his eyes from you, “Interviews and stuff, you know.” He waved his hand dismissively and you rolled your eyes. 

“Nothing wrong with being a fanboy.” You chided, “I’m certainly in no place to judge.” You offered, reminding him of your fixation on TV dramas, making him snort before you both honed in on the TV.

These fights were quite fascinating and allowed you to at least tap into some of your training. It was how you knew that Jimin was going to win this fight from the first calculated punch, his form was immaculate and instead of going for the face, he drove his fist into his opponent’s ear. It was a dirty trick, but it was more than enough to give him an opening. 

“Holy shit, I think he might win this.” The fanboy across from you breathed. 

“No way he isn’t going to win.” You confirmed.

“Don’t get my hopes too far up.” He all but squeaked out, basically on the edge of his seat.

After a couple of rounds and idle chitchat, the fight ended with Jimin as the victor. You clapped lightly, but Jungkook was so elated he hugged you as he let out a celebratory roar. The first couple of times he did this shocked you so bad your hands almost went to snap his neck. Now that you were both years into the friendship though, the gesture just made you chuckle. Soon after, just like it did every match, Jungkook’s phone vibrated and he had to leave. He always left you with some kind of affection and this time it was a kiss on the cheek, a rare one, but not a huge step from the common forehead kisses he gave you.

“Don’t drink too much.” You warned and he flashed you a cheeky smile, “At least don’t get into trouble.”

“We’ll see.” He chuckled,  and you rolled your eyes.

“Well then don’t make it my problem!” You yelled and he waved a hand as he closed your door behind him. 

—

“Father?” You whimpered as a strong hand patted your head to calm you, or soften the blow of what was to come, you couldn’t quite tell, “Tell me you didn't.” Your voice was in shambles as you trembled beneath his palm.

The news mocked you as panic took a hold of your body, shaking it out of the shred of blissful ignorance you had clung onto. Ever since your father took you in, you had many responsibilities, but the comfort of not needing to keep up with the public facade kept you going. You hated the public, all the pleasantries, and honeyed words. None of it made sense, and now, now you felt foolish for not involving yourself more. For not ensuring that something like this could never happen and crumble the only world you’ve known. 

Still, even as despair monopolized your nerves, a tear wouldn’t fall. You weren’t sure if you knew how to shed them, but you knew it would only piss off your father. 

Moon Byungyeol was a rough man and calling him father teetered between feeling genuine and like a formality. He was a boss first, but sometimes he wore the mask of a dad. Sometimes, but it was enough times with enough gusto that you couldn’t tell which side of him best represented his true self– or if he even had a truthful bone within himself. 

He may have been rough, but he was all you had. He and the family he brought you into had been your first priority all your life, even when you had never really been his priority at all.

Not unless you could be used as currency. 

“Y/n, it's time for us to go,” His voice was somber, but even. You’d never seen him so outwardly upset, but even so, he didn’t so much as let his eyes water as his life’s work shattered before his eyes. He was left with a subdued longing as he looked at the TV, melancholic defeat infecting his usually strong posture, “I let this greed consume me, and I'm afraid it's begun eating not just me alive now.” He admitted and it made you feel ill. 

“...such evidence is linking the Moon Corporation to heinous organized crime activities painting them as a possible syndicate, but no arrests have been made nor has a formal criminal investigation on Moon Byungyeol himself been launched, but many workers under the company are being investigated due to possible involvement…”

Everything was dying. The realization that everything you did, all the lives you took, all the training you had suffered through, had never been for some prosperous empire you were promised. All of it had been to supply the lining of your father’s and uncle’s pockets. You should’ve been angry, shocked, or even appalled, but you weren't. You were numb to the fact that you were raised on lies. Fear resided in your veins about what that meant for you. 

“If I just cash out and retire, we could never live in peace,” He shook his head as he switched off the TV before he placed his hands on your shoulder, catching your attention, “But Uncle Byungjoo has a plan that I think might just work.” You swallowed hard at this. Anything Byungjoo could think seldom meant good things for you. On your best days with him, you were a mere afterthought, but on the worst days– most days– you were–”The only thing is that you and I will have to… separate…”

He was going to abandon it. No, he was going to abandon you. The only thing more pitiful than your fear had to be your shock. What reason did you truly have to be surprised that he was throwing you away just as easily as he picked you? He was going to cash out one last time, and leave like this whole operation meant nothing to him. All the while you had put an inkling of faith in his heart to love this empire, like a fool. At the very least, it was the closest thing to love that you knew. This entire place was all you knew. When was the last time you had gone out on your own as anything but his daughter?

“But…” Your mouth was woefully dry, “The empire, just like you said, it’s-”

“We were never an empire,” His self-loathing clung to each word and disgust curled in your stomach as you looked at his solemn face, “I treated this organization as a bank, a money maker, it was inevitable that the paper I cradled would catch fire.” The roundabout way he was speaking began to grate at your nerve. The pseudo-poeticism of his words did nothing to save his dignity, but you didn’t tell him that. 

You didn't scream, yell, or cry. 

At least you hadn't, yet.

“Then who will rule Seoul?” You wondered aloud.

“That’s not my problem anymore.” He said as if it were the easiest thing to come to terms with.

“Who will stay with me?” You asked meekly, immediately regretting it as you watched his previous words dance on his lips before he decided against it.

He smiled warmly at you and it brought a chill down your spine, “Some of us are meant to be alone.” He patted your shoulder and you wanted so badly to break into pieces from the impact. 

No one would stay with you. Not him, not anyone, and he didn't care.

That wasn't the answer you had hoped for. You hung your head in shame, shame that you expected anything other than a cold answer from a man on fire. The request for him to just kill you was on the time of your tongue before he turned around, ready to attend his last hurrah.

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You woke up with a start from a bang outside, but considering the fact that it was 4 am, you chalked it up to city noise. Now awake, you stared at the ceiling and blew out an annoyed sigh. You were constantly plagued with flashbacks both in and out of your dreams, and you wished the rancid memories would choose one state of consciousness to haunt you in. Your therapist a couple of years back told you it's normal for people who have gone through what you have to constantly see what you were then in trying to dissect where you are now. Essentially, it was a constant cloud that hung over your head, and no matter how far you removed yourself from that life, its consequences would stay etched into your skin.

Another bang sounded outside your window and you grimaced. Anniversary week was beginning, and you felt more on edge than usual.

Five years ago exactly, you saw the match light. In four days, it will have officially been five years since you saw the flames engulf your home, your family, and everything you were. Each year, this week was chaos for the city of Seoul. Each day was accompanied by an event that slowly grew more and more above ground. It was almost mocking the past, the surfacing of dirty secrets. Secrets the world knew, but never wanted to see, cowards.

The new syndicate at the top of the kingdom was known as Bangtan to the underground scene, but with a “Group” tacked on after the ominous name, they were also the kings of the business world. They were much better at actually hiding their identities, hence why most average people assumed there was no such syndicate anymore or that the “law” took care of it. As if the “law” wasn’t under the thumb of the kings. 

Even so, your information could very well be outdated. The whispers from the underground, also known as the Underworld or even more to the point, Hell, reached your ears less and less as you removed yourself from the lives of anyone who knew who you were. No longer working at the diner your previous nanny ran shut you off from the underground so much so you seldom became aware of Anniversary Week’s events until two days before the main event. 

Another bang, but this time on your door, startled you out of your thoughts, “I can’t believe you went to the bar on a day like today- where are your keys?!” An unfamiliar voice spoke through your door.

“Ask, y/n,” Jungkook’s slurred voice rang out in a yell as you flinched at the volume, “Y/n! I need stitches!” 

This wasn't the first time Jungkook was yelling outside your door, demanding your assistance. This was just another facet of your friendship that you both silently agreed was fine. You never really asked questions, you just patched him up and left him on your couch. It really wasn't any of your business, nor did you have any desire for it to be. Jungkook was an MMA fan, and you knew he was big on that scene and the fitness scene, so it just made sense he would get into fights. You could only hope these fights were agreed upon prior to alcohol, but you weren't naive enough to actually assume that was the case.

“This isn’t even your door, baby, come on.” The voice grunted and your attention peaked. You had encountered a few men trying to help Jungkook home, but you seldom got such an obvious confirmation of their relationship with him, “What? Are you trying to booty call your neighbor?” The unknown man teased and you rolled your eyes. Were they all like this?

“I wish!” Jungkook shouted in response and you were fine with leaving your door closed this time until he spoke, “Ew, I’m dripping on the doormat.”

This made you huff as you hopped out of bed in your large t-shirt and shorts and ripped the door open. You were faced with a man with perfectly styled black hair in a three-piece suit accompanied by a trashed Jungkook with a short, but deep, cut on the corner of his forehead. The man that looked a few years older than you and Jungkook stopped struggling with your neighbor as he looked at you with the most pristine and exasperated face.Everything about this man was polished. Even as your neighbor lazily draped around the man, his suit had barely begun to wrinkle. 

Meanwhile, he looked you up and down with contempt before sighing, “Look, just forget we were-”

“Y/n!” Jungkook cheered before he passed out.

“No booty calls here, sorry.” You remarked flatly, “He usually keeps his keys in his wallet for some reason.” You nodded to his pocket before you looked at his forehead again, “But he does need stitches.” You opened your door a little more, gesturing for them to come in.

The man narrowed his eyes at you, “Do you usually play nurse for him?” You bit your tongue and swallowed his condescending tone with a sigh. You couldn’t tell if he was jealous at the thought of his boyfriend having some neighbor who treats his wounds in the dead of night or if he simply didn’t like you. Although looking at his face, there was no way this man was jealous of you. His gaze was sharp nonetheless, sharp and vaguely familiar, but his eyes held no recognition for you, so you let it go.

“Only when his blood is dripping on my doormat, for the third time this month,” You pointed to the sullied mat that you had just cleaned fully this week, “Bring him in, this isn’t that uncommon-” 

“But-” He tried to object, noticeably a little clammy at the unspoken knowledge of their relationship. 

“Any more blood on that mat and I'm making you pay for it, now come on,” You snapped as he walked in and sat Jungkook in a chair around your table. You shut the door as you pulled your first aid kit out, “You have to sit him on the floor or the couch.”

He complied to the couch, and though he didn’t say anything, you could see the question floating around his mind.

“When he wakes up, he attacks whoever is in front of him,” You spoke, preparing the needle and thread, and you had to ignore the curiosity peaking within you when you saw the other man shift uncomfortably at your comment,  “And I can't stitch and hold him down at the table,” You explained, settling your knees to lock on both sides of Jungkook’s legs and your elbows pressing on his shoulders.

“Aren't you scared he'll hurt you?” The man asked as you began stitching.

You scoffed, “I can play scared if that's what you want, but certainly not for free.” You chuckled, but he remained straight-faced. Tough crowd. You worked very hard to develop your banter skills these past five years, but he paid them no mind making your smile drop. 

Eventually, you just went on stitching in silence until the man broke the silence, “Who are you?” The man spoke mid-way through your stitching.

You paused for a moment, “Didn't you hear Jungkook? I’m y/n, and who are you?”

“None of your concern,” He clipped.

You snorted a chuckle, “You're bleeding on my hardwood floor, that has me pretty concerned.” You gestured to your hand to show him the small cut on his and he slowly grabbed a napkin to press against his hand with his mouth in a thin line, “Concerned for my floor I mean.” You clarified, “But a word of advice? If you don’t want to be suspicious of you, don’t act suspicious.” 

He sighed, “My name is Namjoon-”

You were tying the final knot when Jungkook snapped his eyes open, “Shit.” Was all you were able to get out. He immediately dove at you, pushing you to the floor, making the needle in your hand scratch your forearm before you threw it across the room to avoid the tempting notion of stabbing him with it. You sucked in a breath through your teeth at the burning sensation while you struggled to shake him out of it. 

It didn’t take a genius to deduce why Jungkook’s fight or flight was so concentrated, he’d obviously grown up with a reason to be. Nevertheless, it has never been your place to pry or judge, if anything, it’d be quite hypocritical. He'd seen you in a less-than-ideal mental state plenty of times, to put it lightly. Plus, you knew he didn’t mean any harm, and he was always pretty apologetic after the fact. Although, you were sure the struggle looked pretty concerning as you saw Namjoon scramble to his feet. 

Namjoon was trying to find an opening to cut in between the battle as Jungkook was sloppily throwing his fist down and you were moving your head to dodge each blow. Though his moves were sloppy, they were still fast and you could only dodge for so long. With no other option left, you sighed before slamming your forehead on his fresh stitches to make him stop to register the pain. You took advantage of the opening as you effortlessly pinned his arms down with your knees planted on his upper arms, “Jungkook!” You snapped as Namjoon watched his younger friend finally recognize you in his drunken haze.

“Y-Y/n?” He questioned, his tongue thick in his mouth, “You hurt my head- hey, you’re bleeding on my shirt!”

Your arm had a scratch about half the length of your forearm, it was shallow and oozing blood, but you didn’t flinch, “Wonder who made me hurt both my arm and their head, dumbass,” You muttered, examining his stitches to make sure the impact didn’t affect the new suture, “And you got your blood on my doormat and my forehead, so let’s call it a draw.” You grunted as you fixed the suture.

The sight of someone towering over his boyfriend after headbutting them made Namjoon on edge. Jungkook talked for days and days about how much he loved spending time with his neighbor, but something was… off about you. Why would a school nurse be that skilled in combat? Jungkook was a ruthless fighter and you hardly flinched. 

This string of thoughts prompted his mistake of grasping your wounded forearm to make you stand so he could properly question you. What he didn’t calculate in that movement was the fact that he grasped your fresh cut, which hurt like a bitch. This pain made you bring your other forearm to his neck, pressing firmly into his trachea as his back hit the wall with a bang. You both looked at each other in surprise at your reflex. You gasped softly before releasing him, “Don’t ever manhandle a lady, Namjoon,” You mumbled as you brought distance between the two of you, “I don’t do well being frightened.”

Namjoon regained his composure, impressed by your reaction time and ability to weaken his pride in such a short matter of seconds, “Who are you?” His tone was rougher in comparison to when he first asked the question.

“None of your concern,” You mocked his voice cartoonishly, becoming more and more irritated with his line of questioning, “Now take him, an alcohol pad, and go.” You hissed, unceremoniously tossing the package at him.

He gave you a sharp glare but complied, hauling Jungkook over his shoulder and leaving.  The door shut and you let a relieved sigh escape you. You shut your eyes tightly, frustrated that you let your instincts take over like that. Namjoon was undoubtedly suspicious and that’s the last thing you needed. You opened your eyes and caught sight of the clock nearing 5 am, and it was a Saturday now, so you were going to sleep in as much as you could.

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[biaswreckme]

maroon | namgi

part of a series of (very) short fics inspired by taylor swift songs

"How the hell did we lose sight of us again?"

Pairing: Namjoon/Yoongi

Member: Namjoon, Yoongi,

Length: 238 words

Genre: angst, hurt/comfort, smut

Rating: 18+

Triggers/Warnings: implied sex, sad vibes, hopeful ending maybe?

You can read it on: AO3

When they looked at the clock on the phone, they noticed they had lost track of time yet again that evening. Yoongi’s legs were over Namjoon’s, both sitting on the floor at the younger’s studio. They clinked cheap glasses with expensive whiskey, scarlet cheeks under low lights, their most recent finished pieces playing over the speakers. This was something that they had not done in a while; the rush of producing for other people, traveling around, the tour of a solo project, busy visiting parents.

All excuses not to do this. All excuses not to feel this intimacy again after the last time, after the uncertainty and lack of communication. 

That last time, when Namjoon dropped his glass and it stained Yoongi’s white t-shirt. When the moment of rushing with a napkin turned into the rushing of lips pressing into a deep and longful kiss. When there were blushing body parts being discovered for the first time in all these years of knowing each other. When they woke up together the following day, both memories and clothes strewn about the place. When they did not talk afterward. When there were gazes avoided in the hallway. When they lost sight of each other - and their friendship - for a while.

It had been too long, but there was whiskey again. There was incense burning dangerously close to expensive furniture. And soon they were dancing, no shoes, new marks on collarbones.

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[hamsterclaw]

You r never disappointing, i swear you're the one that keeps the Hoseok/YN Tag alive and going.

Hi lovely, you're in for a TREAT today. I went on one checking out my reblogs for all my fave Hoseok fics and here they are, a curated list of all the banging Hoseok fics that keep Hoseok/YN alive.

Category: Mafia Hobi/gang Hobi

Look no further than the sublime writing of @xjoonchildx - the Hobi in the drabble Close Call is only a taste of how excellent the Gentlemen of the Gajog series is, featuring the rapline.

I've re-read Heartbeat by @joonbird so many times because this Hobi's written so perfectly - a sexy, tough guy who's decent and insecure underneath and also so so so so hot.

Category: Sweet husband Hobi

@bonvoyagenoona is the writer I admire and aspire to be like. I got on AO3 just so I could read her writing. I adore all her work and The Cul-de-Sac cons is the story I come back to when I want to escape, genuinely escape. JK is the romantic pairing but the Hobi in this is such a sweetheart.

Lawn boy Hobi in Hot and Bothered by @sahmfanficbts is glorious crack at its very best. Sam's devoted to Namjoon but when she branches out, it's still ace.

Category: Soft Hobi/nice guy Hobi

Project Dream Girl, a holiday story that's heartwarming and snuggly and full of brilliant details, also written by @bonvoyagenoona She writes with such compassion and feeling I will never get over it.

I've lamented more than once that @gukslut is no longer active because her writing is incredible and if I could only read stories from one writer ever it would be her. The Holiday Hobi is a perfect mix of filthy and sweet.

Useless Magic by @reliablemitten is a feel-good romp of a story with clever, clever writing featuring a sexy banker Joon and a sweet sweet Hobi who teaches toddlers.

There's something about Hobi in the holidays, and Ho-ho-horrible by @ugh-yoongi is a sweet, heartwarming tale of a thoroughly decent Hobi.

For the first time by @candlewaxandp0lar0ids is beautifully written, and features a sexy neighbour Hobi.

Category: Sexy boss Hobi, with a helping of angst

I read the entirety of Jungle Park by the very excellent @jimlingss in one night. I've been reeling ever since. It's perfect. I've never seen better.

Category: Kinky Hobi

@btssmutgalore writes kinks in the most beautiful and inclusive way. Pas de Trois is so incredibly hot and also features a side of JK.

Category: Fuckboi Hobi

An underwritten trope, imo. The Hobi in Flight 18 by @noona-la-la-la is so funny and charming you're pulled in no matter that your thoughts are on that airport outfit.

Flip & Reverse It by @neonlights92 is funny, smart and so so entertaining, check it out, it's the best laugh you'll have all day.

Fuckboi rapper Hobi in Holiday Inn by @bangtanintotheroom is frankly irresistible and it's futile to even try.

I think putting Party Time by @sugakookitty under this category is underselling this Hobi because frankly, he's sexy, unhinged and way too entertaining for his own good.

Category: Historical Hobi

The Hobi in Kanalia by @xjoonchildx is the ultimate brooding sexy man of few words.

Category: Spy Hobi

Lightning never strikes twice by @vyduan is clever, sparky and so so funny.

Category: Supervillian Hobi

Versus by @minisugakoobies featuring Yoongi, Hobi and Namjoon and a kickass superhero lead, is one of the funniest and crackiest fics I've read on here.

Category: Demon Hobi

I honestly think about the demon Hobi from Not today, Satan, written brilliantly by @gimmethatagustd all the time, and the outrageous MC too.

Same for this unexpectedly soft sleep paralysis demon Hobi in Whispers in the Dark from the brilliant mind of @miscelunaaa .

Category: Crack Hobi

This tentacle-wielding, dancing Cthoseok from Unspeakable Horrors by @thatlongspringnight is straight-up crack and makes me ugly laugh.

Popping these at the end because they make me laugh every time:

@bang-tan 's fake subtitles in this have me crying.

@jeonjapan's hixtape tracklist is gold.

So hey, anon, for you and for me, Hobi's got a lot of strong players in his corner and writers who write him like he's the king he is. Happy birthday month, Hobi! 💜

#hoseok fic recs #hobi fic recs #lmk if you have more recs

[gimmethatagustd]

It's award season (unconfirmed)! Give some of your mutuals silly little awards.

hello everyone, and welcome to the jai awards. pls give a round of applause to these lovely people who dare follow me:

the award for being my #1 taekook and yoonmin supporter goes to...

🏆 @jjkeverlast

the award for being my literal role model for every aspect of my life goes to...

🏆 @sailoryooons

the award for sharing my nasty feral thots about kim taehyung goes to...

🏆 @taehyungcentral 🏆 @axialitae

the award for being one of the gentlest, most supportive people on the hellsite goes to...

🏆 @rkivian

the award for always having my back even when i'm out here WILDIN goes to...

🏆 @daechwitatamic 🏆 @mapleleaf000 🏆 @eoieopda 🏆 @yoongukie-ff (you're all insane btw)

the award for feeding me insane snippets and expecting me to fucking survive them goes to...

🏆 @rapline-heaux

the award for having an unbelievably diverse repertoire goes to...

🏆 @theharrowing

the award for always making me laugh with your jokes, thots, and positivity goes to...

🏆 @kittycat1dsn

the award for leaving the sweetest fucking feedback on my fics and making me smile like an idiot goes to...

🏆 @simp47koreancrackheads 🏆 @btscontentenjoyer

the award for being my sexy yoongi pics dealer goes to...

🏆 @sugarwithtea

#this isn't everyone obviously #i have so many moots that i adore #even my non-moots #all of yall get the award for being my comfort #rkivian #maude🧡 #jai asks #ask game

[eoieopda]

Jade I know horny headcanons are over but I just thought of one and I HAD to share it with you. It’s kind of a cliche one too I guess but idc ANYWAYSSS.

I think rapline (aka producer line) would be the type to have studio sex and record you guys doing it AND use all the sounds you make in a song 😵‍💫

Now it matters who accidentally recorded you and who intentionally.

- Namjoon accidentally does it while trying to move things around on his desk to make room for you while you’re making out and he hits the recording switch. He later on realizes what he did and then his genius brain starts working on what he can do with it 👀 expensive girl pt. 2???

- Yoongi 100% intentionally did it. He knew what he was doing lmao. Now whether he keeps that song to himself or actually releases it, we’ll know never. He’ll let you know. He’ll let you listen to it too. And he’ll keep teasing you about it saying he wants a pt. 2. Min yoongi, what a man 🤭

- Now Jung Hoseok. Hobi. J-Hope is a freak. But also so sweet. So he would actually be the type to do both. If he was feeling real freaky I think he definitely would record you. But then on the other hand if he accidentally did, he’d be the type to apologize and then sweetly be like “but I love the sounds you make so I’m gonna use it in a song” 🤷🏽‍♀️

asdfghjkl the yoongi headcanon has me giggling because i wrote a fic about it. and then i wrote a sequel because he absolutely does want a pt. 2 😵‍💫 and then i had to do a whole cinematic universe (that’s still ongoing) because that man….. oof. all that to say, yep!!

i think joon and hobi are both doing that shit on purpose, lol. i’m convinced that those two are the horniest of the tannies.

#minors do not interact #jade speaks #anon #myg #hobi #knj #bts headcanons