angelicyoongie

[angelicyoongie]

lovesick (XVl / finale)

— pairing: yandere ot7 x (f) reader — word count: 13.3k — warnings: yandere, obsessive behaviour, explicit sexual content unprotected sex, breast play, fingering (vaginal), VERY mild d/s, consensual punishment (spanking), consensual voyeurism (jimin watches like the freak that he is). — summary: You dreamed of the day you would get your very own soulmark. Though, you didn’t expect to wake up to a searing hurt in your arm, the phantom pain of your shoulder being dislocated and your forearm fractured. As if dealing with the worst possible soulmark ever wasn’t bad enough, you also have to come to terms with the fact that you’re being stalked. When the letters and gifts you receive begin to escalate and the police offers no help, you have no other option than to figure out who’s behind it yourself – and hopefully before it’s too late. — a/n: please read the author's note at the end of the chapter!

Previous - Masterlist

It takes six months before you finally hear the words you've been waiting so desperately for.

"Sunshine, we've been talking and we think it's time we relocate to somewhere else." 

Your fork clatters to the table, clicking loudly against your plate. You wonder for a moment if you're dreaming – if your brain has started to hallucinate scenarios to make up for how suffocated you feel in this cabin – but Jimin's hand squeezing your knee is too real to be made up.

"What?" You breathe, shocked. 

"We can't stay here for much longer, baby, the station uses the cabin sporadically throughout the summer months," Jimin says. He takes a bite of his food, shrugging as he admits, "Our stay here so far hasn't exactly been legal. I'd rather not get us all in trouble for using the place unauthorized." 

"We know how cooped up you've been here," Seokjin adds, giving you a sad smile, "We never planned on staying here this long but we had to figure some things out first. We wanted to find a place that was perfect for us, somewhere that could be our home, so we couldn't rush it." 

You drop your hands into your lap, clutching them together tightly. You hope it's enough to hide how badly they're trembling, blood pumping loudly in your ears as it dawns on you that this is your ticket out. You might not be able to escape, not in the way you attempted so many months ago at least, but it's a start. The boys wouldn't make this decision if they didn't trust you, if they didn't feel confident enough in your connection that you won't try to run away from them. 

And you won't. 

You've come to terms with your situation; that your soulmates need you to get better. 

Though you haven't had much of a choice, you have decided that you're going to stay until the bond settles, just until they stop being so obsessive and paranoid. Maybe then you'll be able to go back to the life you had before and do everything right with them this time.

The you from six months ago would've been disgusted that you're even entertaining the thought of giving them a second chance, but you know better now. Your soulmates are sick. Perhaps with time, and a lot of therapy, they will be able to understand what they've been putting you through and try to make amends for it. 

You know that the healthy thing to do would be to run away without a backward glance but you can't. Try as you might to hate it, your soul – your heart – has long since accepted them. You can't quite call it love, not with the circumstances of how those feelings came to be, but you do like them. 

"It's some hours away but it's a quaint home, just big enough for the eight of us. It's on the outskirts of– the city! So it has a big garden and a lot of picturesque trails around it," Seokjin's voice cracks as he almost lets the town name slip, Namjoon elbowing his side with a low hiss. 

"It's perfect for taking Yeontan on walks!" Taehyung pipes up with a grin, sneaking the whining pup at his feet a piece of sausage. 

You're not surprised that the boys aren't willing to share any information about the new house and place you'll be moving to. They may not be as paranoid as they were at the beginning but that still doesn't mean that they have full faith in you just yet. But you expected that. You just need to play your cards right – stay at the house until they let their guards down and then, maybe, you'll be able to slowly lay down the foundation you need to convince them to let you go back to your home. 

"That sounds lovely," You smile, glossing over Seokjin's blunder. 

Needing to act as normal as possible, you once again pick up your fork and try to resume eating your dinner. The piece of chicken you shove into your mouth doesn't taste like anything, your nerves making everything bland and tough to chew. But you push through, moving around some rice on your plate as you nonchalantly say, "But what about your jobs? Jungkook's degree? I would hate for our move to affect you like that." 

"You don't have to worry about that," Jimin squeezes your knee, "I'll be commuting with Seokjin hyung and Hoseok hyung. Namjoon hyung has been hired at the library in the city we're moving to and Jungkookie is going to finish the rest of the semester online." 

"Taehyungie and I can work a lot from home, so we're planning on doing that. We might have to go into the office now and then, but that's no problem," Yoongi supplies. He gives you a fond look as he says, "We're hoping it'll make the transition into the new house easier for you since some of us will always be home to spend time with you." 

And it'll be easier to make sure you don't do anything stupid. 

"Ah, I see, that's nice," You say. "Thank you for thinking of me." 

"Always," Namjoon grins sweetly, his dimples indenting his cheeks. 

It might not be a lot to go off, but the fact that the majority of them are planning on commuting every day must mean that the new city can be too far away from your old one, even if you don't know exactly where it is yet. An hour, maybe a little more, if they're being extra careful. You can work with that.

Hoseok catches your gaze from across the table, his expression earnest as he says, "We want you to be able to have a normal life, Y/n. With us."

"I know our methods have been a bit..." He trails off with a small grimace, no doubt thinking about what transpired in his shop and everything that followed. You can't exactly say that Hoseok looks remorseful, none of them do, but there is a touch of shame in their faces that hasn't been present before.

"I won't apologize for what happened because that's what led us here and gave us the chance to grow closer like we were supposed to all along. But, we want to do better by you and we're going to do our best to make sure that happens." 

The others voice out their agreement, nodding along to Hoseok's words. 

You shove a mouthful of rice into your mouth to dampen your sigh.

You're not even sure why you feel disappointed by the fact that the boys refuse to apologize for what they did to you, you already know they don't feel bad about it. Still, perhaps the part of you that likes them was hoping for it nonetheless. Maybe it would be easier for you to accept everything that has happened if they did – if they admitted that they had hurt you and wanted to repent for it. But, you're probably going to have to wait a very long time before that day ever comes – if, it ever comes.

Swallowing your food, you try to shake off any useless thoughts. You need to focus on the future, on the fact that you'll be regaining a sliver of freedom soon. 

You move one hand under the table, covering Jimin's hand with yours. 

Squeezing it, you hope you don't sound too eager as you ask, "So, when do we leave?" 

Two weeks. 

You figured the move would happen soon, but not that quickly. The boys must have planned this for a long time, far longer than they let on, because there's no way they could have closed on a house this fast. 

The day after they told you of their plans, Namjoon had already begun moving some of his books out of the cabin. Truthfully there wasn't much any of you needed to pack up, only a few random personal belongings and decor elements that had been placed here and there to make your stay a little more cozy. In the end, it all fit into three boxes placed neatly by the door.

A few days before the move, the boys spent an hour rearranging the furniture back to how it was when you had first arrived, erasing any trace of the last six months with it. It was as if no one had ever been there in the first place, as if it hadn't served as a prison for half a year.

When you first arrived you wondered if you would ever be able to leave, and now, you're about to do just that. 

"Y/n."

You turn around as Yoongi calls your name, watching as he steps closer with a piece of fabric between his hands. Yoongi unfolds it under your gaze, revealing it to be a black opaque scarf. 

"We're all ready to go, love, but you have to cover your eyes with this," Yoongi frowns apologetically. "We want to trust you, but for everyone's peace of mind, this is the best thing to do. It's just until we arrive at the house." 

You eye the scarf for a moment, flashing Yoongi a weak smile as you say, "It's okay, I understand." 

He steps closer, bringing the fabric up to your face. The material is soft, and cool, as it covers your eyes, blocking out any semblance of light. The scarf is wide enough that it covers everything from your eyebrows to the tip of your nose, removing any chance you might have had to tilt your head to peek at the outside world. You should've figured they would've been prepared for that possibility. 

Yoongi's hands are careful as he ties the scarf behind your head, making sure he doesn't tangle or tug at your hair in the process. You can feel his breath against your cheek as he binds it securely, double knotting it to make sure it's not going to come undone. 

"All done," Yoongi announces softly, curving one hand along the back of your neck. He tilts your head up slightly, just enough for his lips to brush against yours. Your eyes fall shut despite the darkness already hindering your vision, leaning forward to catch his lips in a proper kiss. 

Yoongi indulges you for a few seconds before he steps back, removing his hands. 

"Come back," You pout, your fingers searching blindly for his coat. 

"We're going to be late, love, the others are waiting for us," You can hear the smile in Yoongi's voice as he grabs your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. 

As if summoned, the cabin door flies open, Jungkook's voice echoing slightly in the near-empty cabin as he asks, "Are you coming, hyung? Y/n? We're all ready to go." 

You let Yoongi lead you forward, your steps a little unsteady despite his promise that nothing is in your way. Jungkook grabs your other hand as you near the door, chattering excitedly about how he brought some of your favourite snacks for the trip as they both help you down the stairs. 

Your heart jumps, picking up speed, as you hear the steady thrum of a car motor running. You can't believe this is actually real – you're truly leaving this place for good. You know that Taehyung, Jimin, and Namjoon have already left, the boys eager to get everything in order at the new house before your arrival. 

You're maneuvered into the car without too much trouble, Hoseok clicking your seatbelt into place as you're placed between him and Jungkook in the backseat. You find a bag of sweets dumped into your lap the moment you're situated, Hoseok chiding Jungkook lightly for startling you. Yoongi has taken his place in the front seat, groaning loudly as Seokjin declares that as the driver; he's going to be responsible for the music and that no one is allowed to complain about his choices. 

You lean back in your seat, getting yourself comfortable between Jungkook and Hoseok. Their bodies being flushed with yours in the cramped car feels grounding, the feel of their strong thighs pressed against yours being something you can easily divert your focus to with your sight momentarily blocked. Seokjin and Yoongi bicker as the car begins to pull away from the cabin, the gravel road crunching loudly under the wheels. 

Finally.

Knowing there's no chance of you catching a glimpse of the surroundings on the way there, not with the blindfold so securely wrapped around your head, you slump to the side, resting your head on Hoseok's shoulder. Slender fingers wrap around yours as Hoseok takes your hand into his lap, his thumb moving soothingly across your knuckles. You close your eyes, allowing yourself to zone out and daydream about all of the possibilities ahead of you. It's not like the boys are going to magically become more trusting the moment you arrive at the new house but the move will open new doors for you – give you more opportunities to show them that they can lower their guards and trust the bond without any consequences.

They don't have to worry about you running away anymore.

The boys seem content to let you rest on the drive over to the new house, filling the silence between songs with jokes and lighthearted bickering. You easily accept the pieces of candy that are pressed to your lips at steady intervals, smiling at Jungkook and Hoseok's pleased words whenever you accept their offers. Before you know it, the car begins to slow down and you hear Seokjin exclaim, "Ah, there it is!" 

The door on Hoseok's side is opened the moment the car stops, Taehyung whining loudly about how long it took you to get there. You follow their lead out of the car and inside the new house, placing one foot blindly in front of the other. 

"We'll show you the outside later, babe," Taehyung promises as he steers you forward with both hands securely placed on your shoulders, "We just want to see your reaction to the inside of the house first." 

Namjoon helps you slip off your shoes as you step into the house, the smell of a freshly cleaned floor hitting your nose. Taehyung urges you to walk forward a bit more before he stops you, his hands moving from your shoulders to untie the knots behind your head. 

"We hope you'll like your new home, darling," Namjoon says, revealing a hint of nervousness in his tone. 

You're practically bursting with anticipation as Taehyung undos the first knot, the wooden floorboards under your feet giving you the impression that this is likely an older, more traditional, house. You blink as the blindfold finally falls away, the sudden burst of light stinging your eyes.

Your lips part in surprise as your vision adjusts, taking in the space in front of you. 

You're standing in the middle of a large entryway, the area opening up into a big combined living and dining room. One wall is practically filled with windows, letting lots of beautiful sunlight stream in and warm up the space. You notice a massive couch on one side of the room, the size of it definitely big enough to comfortably seat eight people at once. It's facing the built-in fireplace in the wall in front of it, a big TV hung above it. The dining room portion has a lovely intricate hardwood table with eight matching chairs pushed up against it.

You notice that one of the smaller walls has a bookcase spanning the entire width of it, already half-full with what you can only assume to be Namjoon's books. You do recognize little trinkets here and there that the boys kept at the cabin, and even a few larger plants you eyed when you visited Seokjin's shop way back then. 

"I love it," You gasp, stunned at how well they've designed the living room. 

It does feel cozy – home-y, even. 

"I told you the couch was the right choice!" Taehyung walks into the room, grinning smugly at Jimin. 

Jimin rolls his eyes, "It would've looked too out of place if it wasn't for the rug that I found to go along with it." 

"There they go again," Hoseok sighs behind your back. He nudges your shoulder gently, voice low as he says, "They're going to keep doing that for a while. Why don't we go look at the kitchen in the meantime?" 

"Please," You nod, excited to see if the rest of the house looks as good as the living room. You follow Hoseok's lead back to the entry and through the open door on the left, the rest of the boys trailing behind you. 

"The kitchen needed an upgrade so we let Seokjin hyung and Yoongi hyung design it since they do the majority of the cooking," Hoseok scratches his neck, a little sheepish as he pauses next to the large island in the room.

The kitchen is sleek and modern, definitely newer than what you've seen of the house so far, but not out of place by any means. It just feels inviting and bright, like a breath of fresh air. Maybe cooking won't be so bad if you can do it in a kitchen like this. 

"It looks great," You comment, walking around the island to marvel at some of the fancier appliances that are out on display on the counters.

"Thank you, angel," Seokjin preens. He shares a pleased look with Yoongi over your compliment, the younger man's cheeks flushed from the praise.

You catch sight of the pretty, colourful garden outside as you walk past the sink. Looking outside the window above it, you find that spring is already in full bloom here. While you had noticed a few more wildflowers around the cabin a few days before you left, it's nothing compared to the abundance of flowers and shrubs that are blossoming here. 

The view makes you smile. You know your stay here isn't permanent but it does make your heart flutter to know that you're going to be spending your foreseeable future here – in a lovely house with a pretty garden – and not an old cabin in a dark forest. The boys did well by picking this house, it's the type of place you actually would like to live in. 

"Y/n, let's go have a look at the downstairs bathroom and study before we move upstairs," Seokjin says, gesturing to the hallway.

You can still hear Taehyung and Jimin's heated discussion as you cross over the entry to look at the rooms on the opposite side of the house, the french double doors leading to the study winning you over immediately. Both rooms look like they've gotten a recent refresh, the new paint and tiles the boys picked out for the bathroom nicely complementing the old features of the home. The house is the perfect blend of rustic and modern.

Jungkook grabs your hand as you turn to follow Yoongi up to the second floor, excitedly dragging you up the stairs ahead of the others. He quickly explains that the second-floor houses all three bedrooms and an additional two ensuite bathrooms. Jungkook eagerly tells you about the choices they made for the bedrooms, from the color of the wall to the bedside tables to even the small light near the window that projects stars on the ceiling when it's dark out. 

Yoongi takes special care to point out the wainscoting he put up in the second bedroom and he flashes you a gummy smile as you praise him for the work he's done. You drag your fingers over the soft duvet on the seemingly king-sized bed in the room, a lightbulb going off in your head as you remember that there are only three bedrooms. 

"Wait, if there's only three beds, what are the sleeping arrangements going to be like?" 

Hoseok speaks up from where he's leaning against the wall, "We're all going to share, sunshine. Some of us will have to stay overnight in the city due to our jobs every so often so that should clear up some space, but aside from that, we'll be sharing beds." 

The surprise must be evident on your face, because Namjoon grimaces and quickly supplies, "We know we've been neglecting each other as soulmates. We don't feel the bond in the same way as we do with you but we are connected regardless. This... well, this is our attempt at strengthening that connection. We're trying to accept that the bond goes eight ways – not just one." 

You find yourself speechless at what you've just heard. You knew that the bond was slowly mellowing them out but you never thought that it would start affecting the connection between them as well. If that part of the soulbond starts to heal then... You might be able to get back to your normal life sooner than you first dared to hope for. 

"We still have one more room to look at, love," Yoongi touches your hip, nudging you towards the door. None of the boys seem to expect a response to what Namjoon just told you, understanding that the news has left you a little dumbfounded. 

Taehyung and Jimin must have resolved their bickering during your tour, the two of them waiting by the door to the final room, giggling at something on Taehyung's phone. The hot and cold behaviour the boys have towards each other does give you a whiplash most days but you suppose that too might become less frequent as the bond between them finally gets the nurture it's been needing for years. 

"We didn't want to complete this house without you," Yoongi explains as he pushes open the door. The last bedroom is noticeably less finished than the rest of the house, the walls a tired white and the furniture non-existent aside from another king bed. "This is your home just as much as it's ours, so we'd really like it if you want to help us design the final bedroom." 

"I'd love that," You grin, eager for a project you can occupy some of your time with. 

"We'll be collecting your things soon, babe," Jimin adds, "Your lease is up on your apartment and you don't need it anymore, so we'll take turns packing up everything and bringing it over next weekend." 

You stare at the blank wall, heart sinking in your chest. Somehow, you had forgotten about your lease. A burst of anger you haven't felt in a while bubbles up under your skin, the urge to scream and curse at them taking over your body. But what good will it do? 

In their eyes, this is your new home. The need for your apartment is now obsolete. 

You breathe slowly through your nose, quelling the flames before they can burn too hot. You may lose your apartment, your home, for now, but that doesn't mean you can't make a new home somewhere else later. You'll be fine. You're sure Heejun and Jaemin will gladly let you crash on their couch until you figure something out. For now, you just have to accept the situation for what it is and play along. 

You have missed your things, so it'll be nice to be able to make this house your own for however long you'll need it. 

"Great, thank you," You grit. 

For once, Jimin seems oblivious to your snark. He throws an arm around your shoulders, bumping his forehead against yours as he grins and says, "C'mon babe, let's go have a look at the garden. I think you're going to love it." 

You throw a glance towards the window, plastering on a convincing smile as you say, "I'd like nothing more, Jiminie." 

Time passes quickly in the new house once you begin to settle in.

The unfinished bedroom gets decorated to your liking, the walls repainted and the newly hung shelves display most of the little knick-knacks from your old apartment. As spring begins to bleed into summer, you take on the task of getting the already stunning garden ready for the warmer weather. You often find yourself outside with Jungkook or Yoongi, weeding around the plants or mowing the grass to make sure Yeontan has a nice, safe space to run around in. The pup loves to dig up anything that has been freshly planted, so someone must always watch him like a hawk whenever the soil has been recently turned. You've already lost a bed of beautiful purple hyacinths once and you don't want to make that mistake again (even if the picture of Yeontan napping in a pile of flowers was a little cute). 

Truly, it's all too easy to fall into a new routine and it doesn't take long before you know the boys' schedules by heart. Jimin, Seokjin, and Hoseok are away the most since the nature of their jobs doesn't allow them to work from home. Seokjin and Hoseok have hired more helpers to be able to spend the full weekend at home, in addition to a day or two here and there when they work on the administrative side of their businesses. Jimin, however, doesn't have that option. He often spends three days at the time in the city, his shifts too long and tiring for him to be able to make the drive back and forth every day.

You miss him whenever he's away and it's becoming quite obvious that the others do too. Jungkook and Taehyung in particular often mope around the house when Jimin is working his shifts, lamenting about how unfair it is that he has to stay there for days all by himself. Even if you're a little surprised at how quickly the bond has grown between the boys, you do admittedly find it awfully sweet to see them puppy-piling whoever has been gone for a day or more whenever they return to the house. Though, you always grow a little wary when Jimin comes back, as the days apart usually leave him a little more hungry for mischief than usual. 

You can already tell that Jimin is up to something the moment he steps into the house, his eyes sparkling with interest despite his tired complexion. Your suspicion wavers slightly during dinner with Hoseok and Seokjin, as Jimin keeps yawning between bites and resting his head heavily against your arm the moment he's done eating. He stays glued to your back as you all shuffle into the living room after, hugging you tight to his chest as he settles down on the couch. He only hums in agreement when Seokjin proposes a few rounds of Mario Kart, letting out a tired sigh as he hooks his chin over your shoulder to watch them. 

Jimin has one hand tucked under your sweatshirt, petting over the bare skin on your waist while he nuzzles his face against your neck. The gestures are innocent and sleepy, and you find your guard lowering with every round Hoseok and Seokjin play.

You snort as Hoseok gets hit with a blue shell just as he's about to cross the finish line, Seokjin letting out a whop as he races past him. 

"You're such a cheater!" Hoseok huffs, glaring at the teasing dance Seokjin does to celebrate his fifth win in a row. 

"Sorry to burst your bubble, Hobi, but you're just not as good as I am," Seokjin grins. "I never lose once I set my mind to something, you know that." 

"You're too full of yourself, hyung," Hoseok shakes his head as he gives Seokjin's shoulder a light shove. 

"And you're a sore loser," Seokjin quips, laughing as he gets pushed to the ground. He swats Hoseok's hands away as he tries to wrestle with him, his squeaky laughter filling the room as Hoseok grumbles out his protests. 

The hand on your waist suddenly stills just as Seokjin's laughter lulls. The mischief is back in Jimin's voice as it brushes against your neck, his tone taunting as he says, "Maybe it's time you brought Seokjin hyung down a peg, huh, Hoseok hyung?" 

You hold your breath as Hoseok and Seokjin both freeze, their heads slowly turning to face the couch. 

"What are you talking about, Jimin?" Seokjin, never one to entertain Jimin's antics for too long, purses his lips as he stares him down. 

"You do win almost every game we play, hyung, that's true, but you've also played more video games than all of us combined. Maybe if you and Hoseok hyung played a game that was more.. level to your experiences, it would be more fair?" Jimin proposes.

"What kind of game are we talking about here?" Hoseok asks. You can tell his curiosity is winning out over his usual disdain for Jimin's 'games', his eyes tracking Jimin as the younger brings one hand up to your jaw, turning your head to the side. 

You let out a stuttered breath as you meet Jimin's hungry gaze, his glossy lips twisting into a smirk as he looks you dead in the eyes and says, "How about a competition to see who can fuck our baby better?" 

You hear Seokjin sputter on the floor as Hoseok lets out a pained groan.

"Hyung! You almost kneed me in the balls! Are you seriously still trying to cheat?" 

"I'm not– I'm surprised!" Seokjin retorts with a squeak, "I didn't think that little devil would joke around with something like that!"

"I'm not joking though," Jimin hums as he strokes his thumb along your jaw. "Wouldn't it be interesting to see who would win – who Y/n would crown the best?" 

Jimin's gaze leaves yours for a second as it glides down to his hyungs on the floor, the corner of his mouth quirking into a mocking smile as he says, "Or maybe you're just too scared to find out who she prefers? I guess it might be better for you to give up now Hobi hyung, if you're not confident that you can beat Seokjin hyung."

Your lips part in surprise as you realize that Jimin is serious about his proposal, that he's trying to goad them into competing. It's a low blow and an obvious one too, but you don't think Hoseok and Seokjin care – not when Jimin is openly questioning their ability to pleasure you. 

Seeing Hoseok's brows furrow in thought, Jimin returns his attention to you. He leans forward to slot your mouths together, taking advantage of the access you've given him as he pulls you into a deep kiss. His tongue dips past your lips right away, curling around your own as he holds you still. You can't help the moan that tumbles out as Jimin ravages your mouth, the sounds wet and filthy as he kisses you passionately.

You slump into Jimin's arms, letting him take full control of the kiss. It's only when you start to turn lightheaded that you turn your head away, gasping for air as Jimin moves his mouth to your jaw. You glance with hooded eyes down at the floor as you attempt to catch your breath, your stomach doing a flip as you notice how affected Hoseok and Seokjin seem. They're both turned on by the little show Jimin put on for them, their bulges prominent and straining against their pants.

The tension in the room is palpable. Seokjin and Hoseok look like they're teetering on the edge between hesitance and hunger – both wanting what Jimin is proposing, but still holding themselves back from accepting it. 

You know Jimin can sense it by the way he makes you moan as he sucks your skin between his teeth, leaving his mark on your delicate throat. He lets out a low chuckle at the sharp intake of breath he hears from Seokjin. 

"If the two of you aren't going to pleasure Y/n then you better say your goodnights now. I'll make sure to fuck her twice as good as either of you ever could. Hmm.. Do you think she'll even remember your names once I'm done?" He purrs against your neck, kissing his way back up to your lips. 

"What do you think, baby? Should the two of us go upstairs, or do you want to see what the hyungs can do to you?" 

While you don't particularly agree with Jimin's methods, you can't deny the fact that you have been curious about when Seokjin and Hoseok were going to get intimate with you. You've had countless make-out sessions with each of them, heavy petting involved, but it's never gone beyond that. The boys have been giving you some space to settle in properly and get your bearings in the new house but you've reached the point where you're honestly a little desperate to be touched. You want them to fuck you. And for all of Jimin's schemes, even you can agree that this one sounds fun – hot, even. 

"I–" You shudder at the way Jimin presses his thumb against the bruise he left, eyes fluttering closed as you shyly admit, "I wouldn't m-mind, but I don't want to pressure them–" 

"Fuck," Hoseok curses, pushing himself to his feet, "Whatever, I'm in."

He sends a sharp look down at Seokjin, "You better not chicken out." 

"Yeah, hyung," Jimin chimes in, "Are you forfeiting your chance to finally fuck Y/n? Who knows when you'll be able to do it later when she has five other soulmates who already know her body so well."

Seokjin's jaw is clenched so tight it looks like it's going to break, his expression stormy as his eyes jump from person to person. His gaze lingers on you for longer, drinks in how affected you look after just a little kissing, how eager you seem to finally have your final two soulmates at your mercy. Even if he imagined your first time together to be a little more romantic and with a lot less Jimin, Seokjin can't deny that it's exciting to be able to prove himself as the best lover out of the group. 

"I'm not forfeiting anything," Seokjin huffs, standing up to join Hoseok. "I'll win this fair and square. Just don't be too sad when Angel picks me as the best lover, yeah?" 

Hoseok doesn't deign Seokjin with an answer, his sights already set on you. He brushes past his hyung with long strides, scooping you out of Jimin's arms and into his own. Hoseok rounds the coffee table to place you down on the other side, creating some space between you and the others, drawing a line he doesn't want anyone to cross.

You lean back against the table as he squats down in front of you, watching him with wide eyes as he reaches out to trace your bottom lip with one of his fingers. 

"Sunshine, don't you think you're being too much of a tease?"

Hoseok's gaze hardens as you inadvertently swipe your tongue along the line he just traced, your lip tingling from his touch. You feel the back of your neck flush as you realize what you just did, feeling bashful as you drop your gaze down to the floor.

The denial sits on the tip of your tongue, but you can't make yourself utter the words. Jimin is the one who was teasing them, firing them up, but you didn't exactly stop him either, did you? You're not ashamed to admit that you've been wanting Hoseok and Seokjin for a while now, and Jimin has practically served them up on a silver platter for you. 

"I–" You swallow thickly as you glance up and meet Hoseok's dark gaze, "I'm sorry?" 

Hoseok's mouth quirks, "I don't think you are, Y/n." 

Heat pools low in your stomach at Hoseok's astute observation, your thighs clenching helplessly under his sharp gaze.

"You deserve a little punishment for that, sunshine, don't you agree?" He hums.

The last time you were 'punished' was humiliating and not something you had agreed to at all. But this time, you're given the option to deny him, to walk away if you so wish. Despite everything they've done, you know they don't want to force you to do something you don't want to do. 

Truthfully, it does make you a little nervous to give Hoseok full control, but the soulbond will never settle until you show him that you're willing to put your full trust in him. 

"Yes," You weakly agree, embarrassed, knowing that he's looking for a verbal answer.

Hoseok gives a pleased smile at your compliance, his fiery exterior cracking momentarily until he reins himself back in. 

"Good. Get on your hands and knees, Y/n, you're allowed to use the table for support if you need it." 

The flush on the back of your neck spreads up to your face as you do as you're told. You turn around, crawling forward on your hands and knees until you're upper body is resting on the coffee table, the position naturally pushing your bottom out. You suck your lip between your teeth as you look ahead to find Jimin cupping himself above his pants, his smile wicked. Seokjin has made his way onto the same couch, his usually sweet face all stoic and difficult to read as he watches you and Hoseok. His hands are digging into his jeans, resisting the urge to touch himself and follow in Jimin's footsteps. 

You lower your head as Hoseok positions himself behind you, his hands landing on the swell of your ass. He places a hand on each cheek, letting out a low groan as he kneads the flesh. 

"I think ten should do it for your punishment this time, sunshine," Hoseok says, warming up the area by alternating between squeezing and rubbing his palms in circles over your cheeks. 

"Okay," You say, your belly swooping with nervous anticipation. 

"Hoseok," Seokjin hisses, a warning that gets shushed by Jimin.

For a moment, too wrapped up in Hoseok's dominating aura, you had forgotten that they would all feel your punishment. Just like they did back then in the cabin.

Before you can change your mind though, Jimin adds a decisive, "If our baby can handle it, then you can handle it too, hyung." 

Seokjin sighs, clearly not willing to put up the fight. "Fine." 

Both of Hoseok's hands fall away at that, leaving you exposed to receive your punishment. Hoseok's shirt rustles as he raises his hand and it's the only warning you get before his palm lands heavy on your ass, the impact knocking your breath out of your lungs. The next six spanks come in quick succession, each harder than the last. It's only a small mercy that your skin is still covered, the sting still intense despite the slight padding between you and Hoseok's palm. The noises you've been trying so hard to suppress tumble out at the seventh blow, a strangled gasp passing through your lips as he makes contact.

"Good girl," Hoseok praises, pausing his hits to allow you a moment to regain your breath. He tuts as you try to pull away from the fingers stroking over your smarting cheeks. "Don't make me add more, Y/n. Take the rest of your punishment properly and I promise I'll reward you." 

You take a few deep breaths, nodding to let Hoseok know that you'll behave. 

The final three slaps are so forceful you're sure you're going to bruise, your body jolting forward over the table as the smacks rain down on your ass. You cry out at the last one, the sound caught between a moan and a whimper as your heart pounds in your chest. 

"Fuck, that's hot," Jimin curses, palming himself harder. "Stings like a bitch, though," He whines under his breath.

Hoseok goes back to massaging your cheeks, soothing the hurt down to a more manageable level. His fingers drift up to the waistband of your sweats, hooking into the fabric before he pauses and asks, "Are you ready for your reward now, sunshine?" 

"Please," You whimper. 

You lift your knees to help Hoseok pull your sweats and underwear off all in one go, legs shaking as you barely manage to raise yourself enough from the table to remove your shirt after.

"Look at you," Hoseok murmurs, gliding his fingers all over your exposed skin. He follows the curve of your spine, only stopping briefly to thumb across your burning cheeks before he drags his hands down your calves. Your breath hitches as he suddenly spreads your legs.

You're mortified to discover that Hoseok's punishment has made you wet, dripping, without you noticing it, your cunt clenching helplessly under Hoseok's burning gaze. "So pretty." 

You gasp as Hoseok drags a finger through your slit, rubbing and spreading the wetness all over your cunt. He stills near your entrance, teasing you by barely dipping his finger in before he slides it back up to your clit. The slow rubs around your nub cause your thighs to shake, your senses overwhelmed as he repeats the motion over and over. 

"Hoseok, please," You whimper, pushing your hips against his finger as he teasingly tries to dip it in again, the movement swallowing him up to the second knuckle. 

"Are you being impatient, Y/n?"

Hoseok pushes his finger deeper, feeling along your walls before he pulls out to add another one, the slide in easy with how turned on you are. It feels good to finally have something filling you up, your cunt clenching desperately around his digits whenever he goes to pull out. 

"I'll let it slide just this once, sunshine. It seems your cunt is hungry for something more." 

The next thrust of his fingers is harder, slightly curled, and you let out a loud moan as he bumps directly against your sweet spot. Two fingers turn to three, stretching your walls out in preparation for Hoseok's cock. You keep mindlessly moving your hips back, meeting every thrust of his fingers in hopes that you'll take him deeper, feel fuller. The knot in your belly keeps growing tighter and tighter, desperate for that final burst of pleasure to tip you over the scale.  

"Wait–" You gasp, throwing a look over your shoulder as Hoseok removes his fingers, your cunt empty and aching with nothing in it. 

"Don't worry," Hoseok presses himself flush with your back, his lips ghosting over your ear as he says, "I'm giving you what you want. Your sweet little pussy just needs a hard cock to fuck it good, hmm?" 

He rolls his hips against yours, the hardness in his jeans unmistakable. You let out a low keen, breathless as you admit, "Yes, yes, I need it." 

"You'll get it, sunshine," Hoseok presses open-mouthed kisses to your shoulders as he works his pants down his hips, his hard cock springing up against his stomach as he frees it from his boxers. Hoseok groans as he wraps one hand around himself, thumbing at his slit to spread the pre-come with a few quick pumps up and down his length. 

You both let out a moan as Hoseok rubs the head of his cock through your folds, making it even wetter. He positions himself at your opening, one hand gripping your waist as he pushes inside. Your walls open easily, practically sucking in half of his cock in one go. With how relaxed and eager you are, it only takes one firm thrust from Hoseok to bury the rest of him inside of you. 

"Oh gods," You groan, your fingers scrambling over the waxed tabletop for support as you desperately clamp down around his cock. 

"Are you ready, Y/n?" Hoseok places both hands on your waist, holding you still. He draws his hips back, leaving only the tip of his cock inside your cunt, teasing. You feel him twitch as you clench around him, his usually composed voice wavering just the slightest as he says, "I'll give you everything you need, you just have to ask." 

Your pride is already long gone, vanished into thin air at the first touch of Hoseok's skilled fingers. You're not above begging, not if it'll finally sate the arousal licking up the inside of your stomach. 

"Please fuck me, Hobi," You whine. 

The grip on your waist tightens, Hoseok's fingers digging into your flesh as he finally gets to hear the words he's only been dreaming about for so long. His eyes are dark are he stares down at your body, as he memorizes the way your cunt clings to his cock, aching to be filled. Not even the loud groan coming from the couch is enough to tear his gaze away, not when he has such a perfect vision right in front of him. 

"As you wish, my sunshine."

You have no way of preparing yourself for the way Hoseok snaps his hips forward, slamming into your cunt so hard it makes your back arch. Your arms give out under the brutal pace he sets, your hands fruitlessly gliding across the table for something to hold on to as he punches his cock in with every deep thrust. It's only the tight grip Hoseok has on your hips that keeps you from sliding across the surface.

Your head feels like it's filled with static, no thoughts forming beyond more, please, more, as Hoseok moves in and out of you. The harsh noise of Hoseok's skin slapping against yours causes another gush of arousal to wet your cunt, making it sound absolutely sloppy as he delivers another hard thrust, your slick squelching around his cock. 

"Fuck– Fucking hell, Y/n," Hoseok growls, the sound spurring him on as he lowers his thighs to snap his hips even faster, "Are you that desperate for cock, baby?" 

Your next moan is torn from your throat as the new angle causes Hoseok's cock to bump straight into your sweet spot, the unrelenting hammering of his length making you see stars. You can't even close your mouth properly to stop the drool that slides past your lips, your whole body numb with pleasure. 

Hoseok grunts as your walls flutter around him, his gaze flickering from the dazed expression on your face to the couch. He smirks as he sees Jimin with his hand around his cock, the younger's half-lidded eyes watching your fucked out expression intently as he strokes his length. Seokjin has finally caved too, palming himself slowly over his underwear, jeans discharged to the side. 

Hoseok grins as he meets Seokjin's narrowed eyes, his thrusts slowing down in favor of grinding his hips in deep, slow circles. One of his hands slides from your waist to your hair, grabbing a fistful of it to pull your head up. It leaves you staring straight at Seokjin and Jimin, moans and whimpers falling freely from your parted mouth as Hoseok pushes you closer and closer to the edge. 

Hoseok pats your side, voice a little mean as he says, "Did you already forget about our competition, Y/n? I need you to look at hyung while I fuck you and let him know that he won't be able to get the same pretty sounds out of you as I am." 

"Can you do that, sunshine?"

You shudder as he tugs on your hair, the faint sting traveling straight down to your cunt. 

"Y-yes," You gasp, getting your hands under your just enough to raise your head on your own, holding the position Hoseok has left you in. 

His fingers drift back down to your waist, ghosting over the skin there before he slips between your legs, grazing over your clit. The contact makes you jolt, and you both moan as it drives his cock deeper into your cunt.

"That's right, it's time for your reward, baby." 

He starts rubbing circles against your clit as his thrusts once again turn sharper, quicker. You have to fight to keep your eyes open, to keep holding Seokjin's burning gaze as you're pounded into the table. Being watched so openly, so attentively, only turns you on more. Your whole body is shaking, muscles pulled tight, as the wave of pleasure in your belly begins to crest. You know there's no way you can hold back, not with how determined Hoseok is to make you explode. You're bringing Hoseok there right along with you though, your cunt clenching so sweetly around his cock that he knows he's not going to last very long. 

It's a particularly deep thrust combined with Hoseok rolling your clit between his fingers that finally sends you over the edge. You cry out as you reach your climax, trembling as your release washes over you. Hoseok groans as your walls clamp down around him with a vice grip, his hips glued to yours as he grinds once, twice, before stiffening as his orgasm hits. You moan weakly as you feel his come spurt into your cunt, flooding it with warmth. 

You're not quite sure when your eyes slipped shut, but when you open them, you find Seokjin practically looming over you from the couch, jaw clenched. He must've pulled his cock out at some point, the length flushed red from the slow, unsatisfying drag of his fingers. You whimper as Hoseok presses a tender kiss to the back of your neck, Seokjin darkly watching the action like he's one second away from throwing Hoseok to the side to take his place. 

"You're amazing, Y/n," Hoseok says, massaging your sides as he slowly shuffles back and slips out of you. 

You let your head drop to the table, breathing hard as you try to catch your breath. Hoseok keeps rubbing your back until your limbs stop shaking and you feel a little more like yourself.

"Angel," Seokjin calls from the couch, "Are you sure you want to keep going? We can stop if you're tired." 

You push yourself up on your elbows, biting your lip as you take in the sight of Seokjin's hand wrapped around his hard cock, squeezing the base to keep his release from building without you. It twitches under your attention, another pearl of pre-come dripping out of the tip to slick up his length even more, coating his flushed skin. 

"I'm sure," You nod, glancing up at him through your lashes as you say, "Need you." 

"Fuck, alright," Seokjin curses, gripping his cock even tighter. "Come here then, angel, and you'll get what you want." 

The simmering heat in your belly roars back to life at Seokjin's words. You carefully push yourself up until you're standing on your feet, Hoseok's hands curled around your arms for support. You can feel Hoseok's come shift in your belly as take a step forward, whining as a bit drips out of your cunt and trails down to your thigh. 

Hoseok tsks. "You better keep all of that inside, sunshine. Don't waste another drop." 

You clench your walls tight, stumbling awkwardly over to the couch as you try to heed Hoseok's warning. Seokjin has already rid himself of his clothes by the time you reach him, his strong hands pulling you into his lap, making you straddle him. 

"Hi, angel," Seokjin smiles, cupping your face to run his thumb across your cheek. He winds the other around your middle, holding you close to his chest.

You practically melt into Seokjin's gentle embrace, nuzzling into his warm hand, "Hi yourself." 

Seokjin pulls you down to connect your lips with his, the softness of the first few pecks quickly turning more heated as he slips his tongue into your mouth. You bring your hands behind his neck, gliding your fingers through the soft hair there to tug him closer. The way Seokjin kisses you, hungry yet tender at the same time, leaves your head spinning. He swallows up the moan you let out, tongue twirling around yours as he uses his grip on your waist to grind you against his cock. 

You gasp at the first contact, at the feel of his hard cock slipping through your folds, bumping against your clit. You clench helplessly as Hoseok's come begins to leak out of your hole, your walls too stretched to hold it in. The spread of your legs makes it even harder, and the grind of Seokjin's length just arouses you more, making your cunt flutter with the need of being full again. You scrape your teeth along Seokjin's plush lips, whining as you say, "I-I can't–" 

His mouth pauses against yours as he feels something wet drip onto his thigh, understanding dawning on him as he feels your skin heat up with embarrassment. Seokjin removes his hand from your cheek in favor of bringing it down to your dripping cunt, scooping up the come clinging to your cunt before he fingers it back into you. 

"So messy," He murmurs, mouthing along your jaw as he adds another finger, pumping them slowly back and forth, pushing all of it deeper inside your pussy. The wet sucking sound of your cunt eagerly accepting it all back in makes you moan, eyes slipping shut as you hide your face in Seokjin's neck. 

He lets out a low chuckle at your shyness, removing his fingers to replace them with his cock. You mewl into Seokjin's neck as he guides his cock into you steadily, the hand on your waist slowly bringing you down until you're fully seated on his length. You can feel it throbbing deep in your guts, your breaths shaky as you adjust to him. 

"Gods, you feel so good," Seokjin moans as your wet, warm walls welcome him in, your and Hoseok's release slicking his cock. He moves both of his hands to your hips, gently rubbing the red marks Hoseok left there. 

You lightly raise yourself up before you sink back down, getting yourself used to the position and Seokjin's cock. You move your hands to his shoulders, setting a slow pace that gradually picks up as Seokjin's hands begin to roam. Your hips stutter as he reaches up to cup one of your breasts, flicking your nipple teasingly before he rolls it between his fingers, tugging on it in a way that makes your cunt vibrate with pleasure. He moans at the response he gets, his dark eyes drinking you in.

"Love your breasts," Seokjin groans, leaning forward to take it into his mouth, "You shouldn't keep them covered up, angel."  

"Seokjin, fuck," You dig your nails into his back as he closes his lips around your nipple, sucking it into his mouth as he swirls his tongue around the sensitive nub. Your next drop down on Seokjin's cock is a little harsher than before, a choked moan leaving you as your pleasure once again begins to build. Seokjin gives your other breast the same treatment, steadily rocking his hips up to meet yours as you ride him. 

He gives your nipple another swipe of his tongue before he kisses his way back up to your neck, biting down in a way you know is going to bruise. He wets the skin to soothe it, repeating the motion all over your throat as you reward him with pretty, breathy whimpers. You eventually grow restless and duck down to capture his mouth, the kisses filthy and messy as you keep rolling your hips. 

"Pretty," Seokjin moans between kisses, "You're so pretty, Y/n. Absolutely amazing." 

It's only when your thighs start shaking, burning with tiredness, that Seokjin takes over. His large hands grasp your ass, keeping a tight grip on your cheeks as he raises his knees to fuck into you. Seokjin picks up the pace from where you left off, his hands moving your body down to meet every thrust, impaling you on his cock with every stroke. He grunts as you clench down around him when he reaches particularly deep, brushing over your sweet spot. 

You slump against Seokjin's chest as he truly begins to lose his restraint, moaning against his skin as he pounds into you. The sting of your red cheeks slapping against Seokjin's hard thighs with every thrust just makes the fire in your stomach roar, the pleasure pain of it getting you to the finish line faster. 

You try to meet his thrust the best you can but the way Seokjin reaches so deep into your belly leaves you feeling a little dumbstruck, floaty. It's like your muscles have turned to jelly. 

Your cunt sounds sloppy as Seokjin hammers into you, fucking you so hard you swear you can see the outline of his cock in your stomach. Moans and whines fall freely from your lips, Seokjin's name gasped out with every thrust. Your oldest soulmate is feeling more competitive than he first let on and for a half second, you worry he might actually fuck you stupid in his quest to make you come harder than Hoseok could. 

You can feel him tensing up more with every thrust, as close to exploding as you are, the sounds of your skin slapping together echoing through the room. You don't want to come too soon, not without letting Seokjin finish too, but his next words do you in.

"You can let go now, angel," Seokjin half groans, half murmurs between one stroke and the next, "It's time to fill your pretty pussy to the brim – to stuff you full just like you wanted." 

You cunt spasms the moment you get permission to come, your walls hugging Seokjin's cock so firmly he can barely move his hips as your release hits you like a freight train. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as Seokjin grinds you down against his cock, your clit rubbing over his toned stomach. Your moans are unintelligible, slurred, as Seokjin keeps up his pace for another dozen thrusts. It prolongs your orgasm, your toes curling as Seokjin finally hits his own high. 

His loud moan sends another wave of pleasure crashing over you, your cunt massaging his length as he spills into it with hot spurts. Your arms are shaking like a leaf as you push yourself up, just enough to look at Seokjin's face.

He's a sight to behold with his head thrown back, his flushed chest rising and falling with every hard breath. His hair is messy from you tugging on it, his skin glowing with the sheen of sweat that has settled on you both. He looks beautiful.

You clumsily kiss his swollen lips, your body still too fucked out to work properly.

Seokjin opens his eyes slowly, grinning as he says, "There's my pretty girl." 

"Are you feeling okay?" He winds his arms around your back, plastering you against his racing heart. 

You open and close your mouth a few times, feeling dehydrated and exhausted, the words just a little too far out of your reach. 

You blink as Jimin suddenly pops into view, his smile bordering on feral as he reaches out to cup your cheek. "Oh, our poor baby is completely cock drunk," He coos.

You whine out a protest, too tired to engage in Jimin's teasing. He's also not... entirely wrong. 

"Thank you for the show, baby, you looked so fucking good," Jimin groans, adjusting himself in his sweats. He must have come while Seokjin was fucking you, too excited by the view in front of him to keep up with his comments. One of Seokjin's moans had sounded a little airer than normal, so you can only conclude that it was Jimin, hitting his own release while you were chasing yours. 

"It's a shame you're on birth control, otherwise the hyungs would've bred you so well," He pouts, his eyes shining with something wicked at the reaction it causes. 

You can't help but clench down around Seokjin, the dirty talk hot despite you not being close to ready to have kids. 

"Jimin," Seokjin warns, his cock twitching with interest inside your warm cunt. 

Even Hoseok lets out a pained groan from where he's perched on a nearby chair, his cock half-hard in his jeans. 

"Fine," Jimin huffs. He brushes his lips against yours, tone sweet as he asks, "Well then, baby, who won the competition? Which hyung fucked you the best?" 

You watch Hoseok tense up just as Seokjin's arms tighten around you, both anxious to know the result. You share a sly look with Jimin – one that makes him chuckle and shake his head – before you turn your face into Seokjin's neck, hiding your smile as you say, "Mhm.. It's a tie." 

"What do you think?" 

You smack your lips together, savoring the slightly tangy sauce. Yoongi watches you carefully, the spoon still hovering near your lips.

"It's good!" You grin, "I think it's perfect." 

Yoongi's smile turns into a pout as he glances down at the spoon, "Ah, but now I can't taste it. Hyung would kill me if I double-dipped."

"Can't you just grab–"

Your words are cut off by Yoongi's lips, a sweet kiss being pressed against your mouth. He lightly sucks your bottom lip between his own, his tongue just barely dipping into your mouth. He flashes you a gummy smile as he pulls back, nodding in satisfaction, "You're right, it is perfect."

"Hey!" You whine, lightly hitting his shoulder, "You totally set me up."

Your heart flutters as Yoongi leans in again, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he says, "Maybe." 

He steals another kiss before he turns back to the simmering pot in front of him, the spoon abandoned in the sink. You huff, stepping up behind him to rest your head against his back, your arms wrapping around his middle. Yoongi always smells like forest and warmth, something pleasant you just want to lie down and sleep in. 

Yoongi hums a low tune as you stand there, basking in the warmth of his body and the promise of a tasty lunch. He places one hand on top of yours, petting your skin, as he slowly stirs the pot with the other. 

"Hyung, I'm hungry!" 

You open your eyes to find Taehyung walking into the kitchen, rubbing his stomach with a pout. He brightens up as he sees you, the magazines in his hand thrown to the counter as he quickly rounds it to attach himself to your back. 

"Babe, I thought you were still in bed," Taehyung whines against your neck.

"Got hungry," You giggle. You lean more of your weight onto Yoongi, laughing as he complains about having two clingy brats as soulmates. You can see the fond smile on his face as you peek over his shoulder, the way he easily braces his feet to accept the two bodies practically lying on top of him. 

"Oh right! How long until the food is ready, hyung? I'm starving," Taehyung sighs dramatically. "My client is a fucking ass, he went almost an hour over time in our meeting complaining about things I can't even fix. It's not my fault his secretary is useless." 

"I'm sorry, Tae. Can't you drop him if he's being too unreasonable?" You ask.

Taehyung grumbles against your neck, his body tight with tension, "I wish. He brings too much money to the company to even consider ending the contract with him. He knows he can act like an ass and get away with it because he's practically paying us to babysit him." 

Yoongi lets out an annoyed snort, shaking his head as he says, "I hate to say it, but he's not going to be the only shitty client you're going to have to deal with. It comes with the job." 

"I know, hyung," Taehyung sighs. "But you know what's not shitty? Your cooking! And having some of your food would definitely brighten me up." 

"Brat," Yoongi chuckles. "It'll be done in five minutes, you can go grab some plates while it finishes cooking." 

Taehyung gives the back of your head a loud smooch before he skips over to one of the cupboards, doing as Yoongi instructed. 

You finally detach yourself from Yoongi's back, smiling at Taehyung's antics as you glance over at the magazines he dropped off earlier. You reach out to shuffle through them, none of them particularly piquing your interest until you catch sight of a flyer tucked between two pages. 

You carefully pull it out, excitement thrumming through your body as you realize it's for a flower parade. Your eyes widen as you catch sight of the town name, knowing it's a city that's only about an hour away from your old one. You're not sure if the house is within its limit or if it's just a neighboring one, but it does finally give you an idea of where you are. You quickly glance up at Taehyung and Yoongi, deliberately placing your thumb over the name as you notice that neither of them has seen you with it yet. 

"What's this?" You softly clear your throat, grabbing Yoongi's attention as you show it to him.

You see Yoongi's shoulders rise, his eyes frantically scanning the flyer until he sees your thumb. He motions for the paper, angling it away from you once it's in his hands, making sure the town name can't be seen.

"Ah, this," He gives you a slightly uneasy smile, "It's an annual flower parade they do in the town over to celebrate the beginning of summer. It says it's supposed to happen next weekend." 

You keep your expression schooled, tucking away that new piece of information into the back of your mind. 

"That sounds like fun! Do you think we could go?" You ask, giving him your best puppy dog eyes. "I would love to see it." 

You're beginning to border on frantic for a change of scenery, for something that isn't just the four walls of this house. The garden does help and you have been allowed on a few walks around the neighbourhood, but it isn't enough. You will go stir crazy at some point or another if they keep you cooped up here forever. 

"What flower parade?" Taehyung walks over to Yoongi, peering down at the flyer. You cheer inwardly as Taehyung's smile broadens to a grin, a pleading expression taking over his face as he says, "Hyung, that looks like so much fun. We should all go watch it!" 

You know that Taehyung has a penchant for flowers, that he loves them almost as much as Seokjin does. After all, there's a reason you always received them along with your letters. 

"I don't know," Yoongi chews on his bottom lip, eyeing the flyer nervously. 

"Hyung," Taehyung whines, "pleaseeee. You know I love stuff like this." 

"Why don't we discuss it over dinner?" You propose, knowing you need to calm Yoongi's worried thoughts before he settles on a firm no.

"We'll only do it if everyone wants to go. I would love to experience it with you guys though–" You muster up a soft smile, your heart squeezing painfully at the truth as you say, "I've always wanted to do something like that with my soulmate. It seems really romantic." 

Yoongi's gaze is unreadable as he stares down at the flyer. You're almost holding your breath by the time his shoulders finally sag, his voice defeated as he murmurs, "Sure, if that's something you want, we'll discuss it later." 

You giggle behind your hand as Taehyung tackles Yoongi into a hug, your heart racing in your chest. As long as you play your cards right, you might finally get that taste of freedom you've been wanting for so long. Luckily for you, after almost eight months trapped together with your soulmates, you know just what buttons to push to sway the boys to your will. 

It only takes some begging and a little sweet talk to win the rest of the boys over. Their unease and suspicion quickly melt away as you murmur sweetly about how romantic you find the event – and that while you are nervous about the crowds (a lie), you wouldn't mind it as long as they stick close to you. Taehyung and Seokjin's enthusiasm for it works in your favor too, as Seokjin's bubbling excitement over finally getting to experience the flower parade erases the last of Yoongi's anxieties. 

The week leading up to the parade passes syrupy slow, the days dragging on as if they're mocking you. You're a bundle of nerves by the time you're driving into the city, squirming in your seat as you get closer and closer to your goal. If everything goes well during the parade, you'll be one step closer to earning their full trust – to them letting you go. 

The blindfold around your head comes off the moment the car passes by the town sign, the boys still taking whatever precautions they can to limit your knowledge about where you are. You already know, of course, but you have no intention of letting that slip. It's better if they think that you don't.

"Here we are, darling," Namjoon offers you his hand as he opens the door for you. His grip is iron-tight as you intertwine your fingers, clearly on edge as you step out to join the rest of the group. 

There's an air of tension wrapped around them all as they flock around you, one that doesn't dissipate even when they flank you at all sides as you walk further into town. Jimin has claimed the other side of your body, wrapping one of his arms snuggly around your waist, anchoring you to him. Nervous. 

Hoseok and Jungkook keep throwing glances over their shoulders as they walk in front of you, making sure you're still there whenever you go quiet for more than a few seconds. You can practically feel Taehyung and Seokjin breathing down your neck, their steps matching yours perfectly as they hold up the back. Yoongi keeps drifting back and forth like he can't quite decide where he should be to best ensure your safety. 

It should be suffocating but their behavior is simply pushed to the back of your mind, unimportant, when you finally lay eyes on actual people, strangers, crossing the street in front of you. A lump forms in the back of your throat as you watch a group of friends spill out of a nearby shop, their laughter echoing in your ears long after they've passed you by. 

The town is loud and bustling, music seeping out from every building you pass by. They've embraced the parade to the fullest, decorating the pathways with beautiful florals hanging from every lamp post and flower archways adorning some of the more expensive shops. It's like you've stepped into an explosion of colour as you reach the main street, no stone left undecorated and flowers clinging to every possible surface. The people milling about are just as colourful, the majority of them wearing bright, fun clothing, their faces painted with different patterns and artistic renditions of florals. You've heard talk of this parade before but you had no idea it was this big of a deal, that the townspeople take such pride in the event. 

"I think there's an available spot over there!" Jungkook points to somewhere in the middle of the street, leading the group over to the area he saw. It's just big enough for all of you to squeeze into, leaving you almost first in line on the sidewalk to watch the parade.

You've barely planted your feet on the ground when you hear a couple occupy the spot behind you, the rest of the sidewalk filling up quickly as the start of the event draws near. 

You look around, taking in the sights around you, your senses a little overwhelmed with the colours and noise after so many months of nothing but your soulmates for company. Your heart is picking up speed, matching the sound of distant drums as your gaze glides from couple to couple, their bright expressions and relaxed postures nothing like the love you know. 

The couples across the street hold their lover's hand gently, arms resting loosely around their shoulders to provide a safe bubble against the crowds around them. They lean into each other's bodies for comfort, to bear the ache of standing on their feet for a long time. 

Your lovers hold your hand with bruising grips, arms wound around your body like snakes, constricting you tighter and tighter with every breath. There's no comfort in their embrace, not when they cling to you with desperation – like they'd bury themselves under your skin if they only could.

You swallow thickly, your palm going clammy in Namjoon's tight hold.  

"You okay, darling?" Namjoon asks, leaning down to make sure you hear him over the crowd. 

"I'm fine," You lie, offering him a faint smile, "It's just a lot of people." 

"Let me know the moment it becomes too much and we'll leave," Namjoon presses a kiss to your forehead, giving you a worried look. He doesn't turn away until you reassure him that you're okay, your mouth dry with the untruths that keep spilling from it. 

You can feel the sun beating down your neck, pearls of sweat forming along your back, sending shivers down your spine as they race down it. Seokjin, now in front of you, is taking pictures, capturing every little detail of the flower arrangements and different colourful species that have been grouped together along the street. The shutter of his camera sounds like bullets firing through the air, quickening your pulse with every snap. 

"There it is!" Taehyung grins, pointing down the street. 

Your vision feels like it's swimming as you turn your head to look, the drums so loud they force your heart to skip to the beat, sending it into a frenzy. You stare in a daze as people dance and cheer as they walk past you, flower petals raining down as they throw handfuls out of the baskets they're carrying. A float pauses in front of you, the florals an organized mess of every colour you can imagine. There's a particular arrangement you can't look away from, one that fills your stomach with dread.

It's them.

The tower in the middle of the float is made up of red, pink, purple, blue, green, yellow, and orange flowers, the same kaleidoscope of colors that have been haunting you for the past years. 

It's like a punch to the gut, reality suddenly snapping back into place. The cheers around you turn muffled, your mind reeling with the possibilities you've been suppressing for so long. 

Your mind flashes back to the police station you saw as you drove into town.

This city must be far enough away from your old one that Jimin won't have any connections here. The chances are slim that there are any officers here that are enamored with him, that worship him, like they do where he currently works. They might have heard of him and how he saved Jungkook, but you doubt they would dismiss your case just based on his reputation. Jimin might have already been talking to the officers in your new town, just in case you try something stupid, so this – this might be your only chance at getting real help. 

Heejun and Jaemin will for sure corroborate your story, and if the officers are quick, they should be able to secure the needed evidence. You know exactly where your old letters and gifts are stored in the attic. Hell, some of them are even displayed around the house. It shouldn't be difficult to find something incriminating. 

But–

Your gaze sweeps to the side, lingering on the boys. Jungkook's precious bunny smile is on display as he watches the dancers move around the street, a hint of awe in his eyes. Taehyung is practically hanging off Seokjin's back, pointing to everything he wants Seokjin to capture with his camera. The boys look mesmerized by the parade, their earlier tension eased by the excitement in the air. 

Your soul feels split in half, torn between what you want and what you should do. You don't want to leave them, despite everything they've put you through. They are your soulmates and over the past months, you've grown to really, really like them. The thought of leaving them hurts you, makes your heart ache something fierce, but you also know that you can never have a proper life if you stay. You are terribly worried about what might happen to them – the bond – if you go away, but you're also limiting the possibilities of ever finding a cure for their sickness if you don't. Maybe there's someone out there who can help you and them if you only look. 

Jimin's arm has fallen away from your waist during the parade, his hands around his mouth as he cheers for the performers.

You slowly ease your hand out of Namjoon's grip, hoping your smile isn't as shaky as it feels as you quickly explain, "I just need to tie my shoe."

Your knees nearly buckle as Namjoon gives you a once over, terrified that he might somehow catch you out. But Namjoon simply just smiles, showing off his dimples as he nods and turns back to watch the parade. 

You take a step back, crouching down to tie your slightly loose shoelace. Flower petals keep flitting around you, carried by the wind as they swoop and dance across the ground. You secure your shoe with a tight knot, the tips of your fingers so cold you can barely feel them from the anxiety crashing around inside your body.

You slowly stand back up, taking another small step back. 

None of the boys reach out for you, recapture you, their attention caught by the spectacle in front of them. Your group has been moved around by the crowd enough that another step has you standing behind all of them, watching with labored breath as you wait for their realization that you're not anchored to any of them. 

It doesn't come.

The chaos of the parade provides you with the cover you need to inch back, the loud drums and petals covering the ground muffling your footsteps. Your eyes flicker wildly between the seven of them, trying to figure out if any of them have noticed you beginning to slip away, but all you see is the boys laughing and smiling, their focus somewhere else. 

The couple that was standing behind you is now in front of you, their bodies forming a small wall, a shield, against your soulmates. The crowd behind you easily part as you advance backward, eager for a chance to get a closer look at the parade. Your body feels like a live wire, dread and adrenaline pumping through your veins at a rate that leaves you dizzy. 

Your heart is a jumbled mess of stay, go, stay, go – but your mind knows what it needs to do.

You take a mental picture of the sight in front of you, saving the image of the boys looking happy and beautiful, surrounded by warm sunlight and fluttering petals. 

For later. As a reminder that things could be good. 

It's only once you've reached the back of the street, the distance between you and them so wide that you can barely see Namjoon's head as he slowly turns to where you once stood, waving hands partially obscuring his face as his expression twists into despair, that you let crowd swallow you whole and run. 

a/n: thank you all so much for following along with this story for over three years!! what was supposed to be a short 20k fic suddenly turned into one that was 120k haha, but i've had so much fun working on LS and reading all of your theories have been amazing! 💖 thank you to everyone who voted in the original poll, this story is a collab between you and me :')

i know that the ending will leave some of you with a lot of questions and i can answer the most important one right away: No, I don't have any current plans for a sequel. I have told the story I wanted to tell and I'm happy with where it ended :) However, I might be open to doing some commissions down the line of "missing" scenes from the story if that's something you guys want!

it would mean the absolute world to me if you'd leave me a comment/reblog and let me know what you think of the final chapter! 💖 and if you'd feel so inclined, i do have a kofi if you'd like to support me with a coffee!

thank you all so much again!! i do have a few exciting fics coming up so i do hope you stick around for those!

lots of love, maggy.

#yandere bts #bts smut #bts x reader #yandere x reader #yandere yoongi #yandere jungkook #yandere jimin #hoseok smut #seokjin smut #yandere seokjin #yandere taehyung #yandere namjoon #yandere hoseok

[angelicyoongie]

Yayyy @ LS chapter announcement!!

Thank you in advance for the chapter and in general for sharing this wonderful story with us

Thoroughly enjoyed the journey so far, and can't wait for what's to come ❤️

Of course I'll also send a message once I've read it, but just sending some 💕 beforehand

thank you so much!! 😭💖 i'm so excited to share the final chapter with you all (and a little bit nervous lol)! that is so sweet of you to do, tyy!! 🥺

#q: lovesick

[angelicyoongie]

this is so stupid but i keep thinking about it and i think some others might relate: so with lovesick i always had (unfortunately) a pretty dang certain knowledge of how i, personally, would react to the situation once i was in the cabin. panic attack melting down, then just curled up in the bed unable to stop crying for maybe a day or two. i wouldn't be able to hurt/end myself out of guilt of hurting others. and then just complete dissociation. lights on, but nobody's home.

and up until the last couple of chapters i was like, "well, that is a fate worse than death for me for sure. but i'd be docile and mostly silent so the guys would probably count it as a win, if with some vague guilt for a couple of them." but now knowing that as their bond steadies there's a real chance they'd actually start coming to their senses at some point it's way more depressing lol. imagining finding barely animated shell of a person meant to be your soulmate and knowing that YOU did this to them, slowly and deliberately, breaking them down? even presuming they then tried to get me help or whatever i just don't know how you live with yourself, seriously

that would be very sad, yeah :( truthfully at that point i think the boys would just be happy to have you there with them, even if you weren't yourself anymore. they would probably do all they could to try to bring you back but if that doesn't work, they would just accept the new version of you and make your life as nice as possible. even if they do get better there's still a messed up soulbond at the bottom of it, so i doubt they would ever feel the full wave of remorse for what they did. after all, as long as they have you (shell or not) in their arms, nothing else really matters 😶

#q: lovesick

[angelicyoongie]

I’ve been looking forward to the final lovesick chapter for weeks, especially this week. Lol I bet it’s gonna be amazing! This is gonna be a great start to my weekend, thank you so much! ♥️

I hope so!! Thank YOU so much 🥺 I would love to hear what you think of the chapter once it's up!! 💖

#q: lovesick

[angelicyoongie]

Also! Before I forget, when you said that Yoongi’s cheeks were all pink during THAT scene in the most recent chapter, this was more or less how I pictured him!:

https://x.com/abyssyoonjin/status/1781133382812049683?s=46&t=AQwrGqxc4zaq-80JsWvaow

- K

YES! 100% 😭

#q: lovesick #k anon

[angelicyoongie]

MAGGYYYYY

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

(please excuse my late rant about your latest Lovesick chapter, but I finally have some time to breathe and read)

The WHOLE chapter had me so feral DUGFSODFFDU like I was immediately shocked at the beginning when the MC was in absolute pain and I did feel a little bad upon discovering that Yoongi and Taehyung went out of their way to get a nice Christmas tree :( (but that still doesn't excuse them!!) I was glad to see more interaction between the MC and Jin and Hobi! I am also VERY excited for what will happen between them next chapter 👀👀👀

BUT OHHH BOY THE SMUTTT 🥵🥵🥵🥵

Can I just start off with how beautifully you write smut??? Like, not many writers have the same capacity to write it as fluidly and as ardently as you do! I could feel the tension and heat projecting from the scene and was absolutely immersed in all of it! The lines "Can't stop thinking about how good you'd look choking on our cocks," "...we're going to make you come so much you forget your own name," "Can I fuck you? Is that alright?," and "I'm going to take such good care of you, Y/n, promise" had me in an absolute CHOKEHOLDDDDD, I COULDN'T BREATHE OUFSDFOFGD (therewerealsosomanymorelinesbutthatwouldjustbecopyingandpastingyourentirechapter)

Also the fact that Jimin came prepared and brought condoms to the cabin had me chuckling LOL

I was so excited to see Tannie!! Finally, something to break the monotony for the MC and give a spark of hope :') Even then, I was really hoping for SOME understanding from the boys regarding the lovesick theory, but, like you mentioned in an earlier ask, it's too early for them too hear that right now. I hate to say it, but MC might need to wait a couple months (or years??) for them to finally come to their senses and realize how concerning their behavior has been. I still have hope for the MC's freedom!!!

That aside, Maggy, I hope you are staying as happy and healthy as can be and take as much time as you need for the next chapter! I am sure many readers, myself included, are more than willing to wait for whatever more you have in store for us. Can't wait for the finale of Lovesick!! 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

K

omg no worries, i hope you're doing well! 🥺

i gotta switch it up a little bit every now and then, lol! keep u guys on your toes 😌 taegi did try to do something sweet so i do feel a little bad for them sdhsjk. i think you're really going to enjoy the next chapter if you're looking forward to 2seok and the mc together, hehe 👀

AAAAA thank you so much!! 😭 it's funny because writing smut is such a struggle for me, it just never seems to get easier lmao. but it means a lot that you think it's still good regardless!!

it had to be him 💀

tannie is just the bestest boy and he's doing wonders for the mc's mental health for sure! yeah, it would've been great if they had shown some understanding but it's simply just too early :( they have had good progress so far but there's still quite bit to go, so i don't think months to years is an unreasonable timeline 😬

thank you so much K, you're so sweet to me and i always love reading your comments!! 💖 they mean the world to me 🥺💖 i hope you'll enjoy the final chapter tomorrow as well!!

#q: lovesick #k anon

[angelicyoongie]

VICK PLEASE SJDSKDJ– 😭 not the slurp 😭

ur so right actually, this was jk in this chapter:

ahh i'm sorry friend 😭 there's a lil crumb of domesticity in the next ch though! tysm 🥺💖

lovesick (XV)

— pairing: yandere ot7 x (f) reader — word count: 12.8k — warnings: yandere, obsessive behaviour, explicit sexual content (oral sex (m & f receiving), vaginal sex, etc! just a lot of smut lmao). — summary: You dreamed of the day you would get your very own soulmark. Though, you didn’t expect to wake up to a searing hurt in your arm, the phantom pain of your shoulder being dislocated and your forearm fractured. As if dealing with the worst possible soulmark ever wasn’t bad enough, you also have to come to terms with the fact that you’re being stalked. When the letters and gifts you receive begin to escalate and the police offers no help, you have no other option than to figure out who’s behind it yourself – and hopefully before it’s too late.

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You jolt awake with a cry, scrambling to push yourself up from the couch. The sudden movement sends another wave of blinding hot pain through your body, rendering your arm useless as it buckles underneath you. Your vision swims while you try to gather your senses, a loud ringing echoing inside your head.

"Y/n!" You hear Seokjin call your name as he runs into the living room, his knees hitting the floor with a hard thud as he throws himself down next to the couch. "What's going on?! Are you okay?" 

You feel his fingers on your face, his voice filled with worry as he urges you to take deep breaths. You don't realize how lightheaded you are, your chest excruciatingly tight until you manage to inhale a pitiful amount of air between your pained gasps. You can't remember if you closed your eyes or if the pain made you momentarily black out, but when you manage to pry them open, it's to find five distraught faces looking down at you.

"Y/n, can you hear me?" Namjoon asks, hands hovering over your body as if he can't decide whether or not it's a good idea to touch you.

"Y-yes," You croak, shivering with hurt as another sharp pain blankets your body. You're struggling to pinpoint just where it's coming from, your mind overwhelmed at the suddenness of it all. 

"What happened, darling?"

"Don't know," You stutter, grinding your teeth as your shoulder suddenly begins to throb something fierce. You try to twist over on your side to alleviate the hurt, but all it really accomplishes is just to cause a burst of pain to explode in your foot. 

You choke on your next breath, your stomach turning from the intense discomfort. It doesn't make any sense. You were fine before you laid down to take a nap, so how can you suddenly be in so much pain?

Jimin makes a sad noise as you let out a whimper, his lips bitten red with worry. Through blurry eyes, you find Jungkook and Hoseok standing next to him, their postures screaming distress. All five of them seem to be at just as much of a loss as you are. 

The pain muddles your brain enough that it takes another minute of deep breaths before you realize that you're missing two soulmates. Two soulmates who were supposed to go out into the woods to do something they didn't want to disclose. Something that was supposed to be a surprise.

"Taehyung and Yoongi," You gasp, "They're hurt. I-It's not my pain, it's theirs." 

Understanding dawns on their faces, their worry taking on a newfound urgency. 

"Do you know where they went?" Seokjin asks, throwing a panicked look over his shoulder at the other boys. 

"No, I wasn't–"

Hoseok is cut off when Jungkook suddenly smacks a hand against his chest and exclaims, "I know!"

He straightens up, a determined look replacing his concern as he says, "Yoongi hyung told me before they left. They were headed west towards that patch of smaller trees." 

"I'll come with you," Namjoon springs to his feet, nearly bumping into Jimin as they both start to follow Jungkook towards the door. He sends the blonde a grateful look as Jimin grabs his arm to steady him.

"Careful, hyung, we don't need more injuries today."

"Sorry, sorry," Namjoon mumbles, ducking his head as he hurries to grab his shoes and coat. 

Jimin shakes his head with a sigh, his mouth pressed into a tight line. He spares you another torn look, eyes flickering to Hoseok and Seokjin as he says, "Take good care of Y/n. We'll be back as soon as we can." 

"Of course," Seokjin says.

"You have to find them," You whimper, leaning into Seokjin's touch as he strokes your cheek. 

"They will, sunshine, don't worry," Hoseok steps closer to the couch, occupying the space Namjoon left. He takes your hand into his, giving it a gentle, reassuring squeeze.

Although the pain has already begun to dull ever so slightly, your shoulder and foot keep throbbing harshly at random intervals, making it spike back up again. The deep worry you feel for Yoongi and Taehyung feels almost foreign. Feeling your soulmate's pain like this would usually leave you annoyed – angry, even – that you had been dealt the worst cards when it came to a soulmate bond and that you would have to suffer through a stranger's pain. Now though, it almost leaves you feeling a little relieved. If you didn't know they were in pain you would've been able to send the others out after them.

You don't think anything is broken but judging by the pain in your foot, one of them has definitely sprained their ankle. It could take them hours to make it back without help depending on how far they've walked. It doesn't help that the sun has started to dip in the sky, sure to bring darkness along with its descent. They won't have more than an hour to make it back before the trees become spindly shadows against the snow, making it nearly impossible to navigate the way back to the cabin.

You hear the door open and feel the rush of cold air that whips into the room. You raise your voice as much as you can muster, wincing at how shaky it sounds as you say, "It's going to get dark soon, so please hurry. And be careful." 

"We will, darling," Namjoon promises. The door shuts soon after, muffling their voices as they leave to find Taehyung and Yoongi. 

"You should rest for a bit, angel, it'll make the pain lessen faster," Seokjin's brown eyes swim with sadness as he plants a soft kiss on your nose. He pushes himself to his feet, patting Hoseok's shoulder as he says, "I'll go get the first aid kit ready for them. Hopefully that'll be enough."

"Sounds good, hyung, I'll stay here with Y/n in case she needs anything," Hoseok nods. 

Hoseok perches on the armrest behind your head, smoothing down your hair in slow motions. He hums a low tune as he strokes your head, so attentive and tender that it makes your heart skip a confused beat. Hoseok is one of the boys you've struggled the most to open up to – you can never seem to get a good read on him, to really understand what he's thinking. It's also been awfully difficult to shake off the fact that he was the one to drug you, that he had clearly laid plans to whisk you away no matter who showed up to his shop that evening everything came crashing down. 

And yet, despite it all, you know their recovery is dependent on you treating them all like equals. It's not always easy to do but in moments like this, where Hoseok is sweet and loving, it doesn't feel as daunting of a task. 

You indulge in Hoseok's coddling until the pain feels more bearable, until the sharpness quiets down to a familiar aching hurt. You eventually manage to sit up on the couch, your shoulder awfully sore when you roll it back. You grimace at how stiff your ankle feels as you try to put some weight on it. It's likely going to feel a little uncomfortable in the coming days but it's nothing you can't handle. You've felt way worse pain through the bond before. 

You manage to get to your feet with Hoseok's help, watching as Seokjin paces in front of the front door. He's got everything he might need to help patch Yoongi and Taehyung up laid out on the coffee table; bandages, painkillers and bowls of warm water at the ready. 

It must've been close to an hour since the other boys left and your anxiety feels like it's getting worse by the minute. The sun is just barely peeking over the horizon now and the temperatures are going to start dropping the moment it does. 

Just as you're about to ask Hoseok if the rest of you should join in on the search, you all perk up at the sound of muffled voices in the distance. 

"Thank the gods," Seokjin throws the door open as they get closer to the cabin, running down the steps to meet them halfway.

Hoseok helps you shuffle away from the couches, clearing the space for Taehyung and Yoongi just as the boys start trickling in the door. Yoongi enters first, his arms thrown over Namjoon and Jungkook's shoulders. He's walking with an obvious limp, much paler than usual. Yoongi winces with every step he's forced to take and you can tell that the hike back has been a long and painful experience for him. Namjoon and Jungkook look exhausted too, their faces flushed with exertion despite the cold. It couldn't have been easy to almost have to carry Yoongi the entire way back with such uneven terrain and deep snow. 

"Y/n," Yoongi's pained eyes meet yours the moment he steps inside the cabin. "I'm so sorry, gods, are you okay?"

"Don't worry about me, Yoongi, are you okay?" You shake your head, hoping he doesn't catch how you lean a little more of your weight against Hoseok's chest. The pain is better but it's still there, aching little pulses that flare up your foot whenever Yoongi takes another step. 

"I'm fine, we're fine–" Yoongi hisses as he bumps into the couch, squeezing his eyes shut at the pain. 

"Sorry, hyung," Jungkook winces, working with Namjoon to slowly lower him down onto the cushions. 

Your gaze flies back to the door just as Jimin helps Taehyung through it, his arm wrapped tightly against his chest with the scarf you saw Jungkook throw on earlier. Jimin has his arm around Taehyung's waist, keeping him steady as they move over to the other couch.  Seokjin follows closely behind them, fretting over every little wince and grimace Taehyung makes when his arm gets jostled. 

"Shit, Y/n, are you alright?" Taehyung pauses to grab your hand as he shuffles past you and Hoseok. He looks like a kicked puppy, his eyes growing glossy as he notices how you favour one side of your body over the other. 

"I'm really okay, Tae, the worst of it has already passed," You reassure him with a shaky smile. You give his fingers a squeeze, gently shooing him over to the couch so that he can rest. 

"You should sit down, sunshine," Hoseok murmurs against your ear.

At your nod, he assists you over to the first available chair, keeping the pace slow to mind your limp. You feel lightheaded by the time you sit down, echoes of pain flowing through the bond as the other boys help Yoongi and Taehyung remove their outerwear.

Yoongi lets out a pained groan as his shoe is inched off his injured foot, head thrown back against the couch as he tries to breathe through the hurt. Taehyung lets out a string of curses as he's forced to move his arm, biting his lip to stifle a shout as his jacket gets pulled off. Even while they're in pain they keep throwing apologies your way, sending you devastated looks whenever you wince or shift around. 

"What happened?" You ask as Seokjin and Namjoon rummage through the supplies on the table, looking for bandages and anything that might offer them a little support.

Selfishly, you can't bear to hear another apology from them.

You can't deny that it's nice to finally feel cared for while you're in pain, to finally hear someone be sorry for the hurt they've inadvertently caused you, but you don't want it like this. You can't stand that they're prioritizing your pain over their own, like they don't matter just as much. It makes you feel sick – guilty – your heart tight and aching at how quick they are to disregard themselves completely. 

"It was stupid," Yoongi grumbles, wincing as Namjoon moves his leg.

He shares a look with Taehyung, sighing as he admits, "We wanted to surprise you with a tree for Christmas. We figured it might make things feel a little more normal around here, with you know.. Ah, anyway��� Joon, shit!" Yoongi cuts himself off with a hiss as Namjoon tightens the bandage around his ankle. 

"Sorry hyung, but it has to provide some support," Namjoon frowns. He pats Yoongi's thigh soothingly as he waits for the worst of the pain to pass. 

"We got hurt on the way back," Taehyung continues, picking up where Yoongi left off. "There was an icy patch hidden underneath the snow that Yoongi hyung had no chance of seeing, so he slipped and rolled his ankle. We were balancing the tree on our shoulders to make the trek back a little easier, but when hyung fell and I tried to reach out to catch him, all of the weight bore down on my shoulder." 

Taehyung's hand hovers above his shoulder, grimacing as he says, "I must've pulled something when it happened." 

"I'm sorry," You whisper. "You got hurt trying to do something nice for me–" 

Yoongi and Taehyung begin protesting immediately, grimacing and wincing as they try to shuffle closer despite the pain. 

"None of that," Seokjin tsks, holding Taehyung put while Namjoon does the same to Yoongi. "Accidents happen. This is no one's fault, so I don't want to hear any more apologies. Understood?" 

Both Taehyung and Yoongi murmur out a reluctant, 'yes hyung'. 

"Understood," You echo with a small nod as Seokjin turns to look at you.

His stern expression melts in an instant, his plump lips pursing in thought as he says, "We can still try to make things a little more festive here, no? It's Christmas, after all. I have some of the extra decorations leftover from the shop in my car." 

"I'll go get them, hyung!" Jungkook jumps to his feet, the earlier exhaustion wiped from his face at the prospect of making the cabin look a little more cozy for you. 

Seokjin tosses him his keys. "If Jungkookie takes care of the decorations, I'll go get started on the food. Since my sous chef is unavailable, I'll allow you to join me in the kitchen just this once Namjoon. But you're on stirring duty only!" 

"Hyung, are you sure?" Namjoon glances towards the kitchen, looking a little spooked. "You know I almost burned–" 

"I know," Seokjin cuts him off with a sigh. "But I trust you even less around string lights and ladders. So kitchen duty it is." 

Jimin shoots Seokjin an unsure look as he pats Taehyung's hair, clearly not convinced that cooking is the safest option. But as Seokjin begins to herd Namjoon out of the living room, Jimin simply shrugs and says, "I guess I'll go grab the tree then."

"The tree?" You ask, confused.

"Mhm," Jimin hums, "I couldn't let their hard work go to waste. It's probably going to look a little messed up since I had to drag it the entire way, but it's better than nothing." 

"Thanks, Jiminie," Taehyung smiles. "You should bring Hobi hyung with you, it's going to be hard to get it up the stairs alone." 

"Yeah, I'll help," Hoseok offers easily. You feel a finger settle under your chin before Hoseok turns your head to look at him, "Will you be fine on your own, sunshine? I can stay if you want." 

You shake your head. "I'm okay, really. You should help Jimin get it inside so that there are no more injuries today. I'll look after Taehyung and Yoongi." 

"Alright. Just shout if you need us," Hoseok says, kissing your cheek. 

Jimin looks Yoongi and Taehyung over one last time before he joins Hoseok by your chair, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead as he murmurs, "I'm glad you're okay, baby. We won't be gone for long." 

The cabin explodes in a flurry of activity after that.

Jungkook hauls in a few boxes of decorations and lights he begins to hang around the living room, asking for your opinion on where it would look best. He promptly ignores every suggestion Taehyung and Yoongi make, grinning mischievously at their annoyed groans whenever he does the opposite of what they propose.

Hoseok and Jimin eventually get the tree inside, spending the better part of an hour trying to get it to stand straight in the tree stand Yoongi brought along. Pots and pans keep banging around in the kitchen, Namjoon sheepishly apologizing every time a loud sound echoes through the cabin.

All the while, you try your best to tend to Yoongi and Taehyung. They refuse at first, making sure you don't move around more than necessary, but eventually, they both have to agree when you offer to bring them some water or help readjust them. The phantom pain you feel through the bond has calmed down enough that there's only a slight ache whenever you move around, making it far more manageable than before.

It has long since grown dark out by the time you all gather in the living room again. The string lights twinkle, giving the room a soft glow alongside the crackling fireplace. The food Seokjin and Namjoon prepared smells delicious and there's a peaceful quiet over the cabin as you all dig in. You could have never imagined last year that you would spend Christmas like this, stuck in a cabin with your lovesick soulmates. But despite everything that has happened, it's actually surprisingly nice. You don't want to admit it but it feels right to sit crammed between Seokjin and Jimin on the couch, passing food back and forth and giggling at how affronted Yoongi looks whenever Namjoon offers to feed him ("–Ah, seriously, I injured my foot, not my hands, Namjoon-ah").

Once dinner is cleared away, you're shocked to find yourself presented with seven gifts, each of the boys bashfully handing you a present. You know not to refuse anything you're given so you hesitantly accept the small pile, unwrapping them under the group's adoring eyes. Your growing boredom must have been obvious because all of the gifts consist of some kind of crafts or things you can do to keep yourself busy. There are some personal touches too, like how Hoseok has included a box of the heart-shaped chocolates you enjoyed so much at his shop and how Yoongi shyly gives you an old mp3 player with songs he thinks you'll like. When you try to apologize for not giving them anything in return, Hoseok makes your heart squeeze with uneasy fondness as he says, "Don't worry about that, sunshine. You're the best gift we could ever get." 

Later, once the Christmas movie Jungkook brought along with him begins to roll its credits, you know it's time to end the night. 

You can tell that everyone is tired, both emotionally and physically, from the long day you've all had. Most of the boys have been half asleep for the latter part of the movie so you only get a few sleepy protests as you begin to usher them off to bed. They go easily once you promise that you'll call out for them if you need anything, their tired feet dragging along the floor as they head for their rooms. 

Namjoon pauses when he realizes that you're not following, his voice ladled with exhaustion as he says, "Darling? Are you not coming?" 

"You can head to bed first, Joon, I'll join you after I've helped Yoongi and Taehyung get settled," You take a step forward to peck his cheek, smiling at the yawn Namjoon tries to hide behind his hand. 

"Mhm, okay. Don't take too long, you've been through a lot today too," Namjoon murmurs.

"I won't," You promise, watching as he shuffles off to his room. 

Your smile falters as Namjoon walks away, guilt worming its way back in as you turn to look at Taehyung and Yoongi. You know what Seokjin said is true, that their accident was no one's fault and that things like this happen, but a part of you still feels bad. There is a tiny voice inside of your head that revels in the fact that they're in pain, that they deserve it after everything they've put you through, but it's overshadowed by how heavy, remorseful, your bond feels – like an itch under your skin you're desperate to soothe. 

And you know exactly what you need to do to settle your bond, what it requires in order to alleviate your guilt. It's nothing you haven't done before, but it does send a flurry of nerves through your body to know that you'll be doing it with them. 

"What are you thinking so hard about, Y/n?" Yoongi's low drawl drags you out of your thoughts. 

"Nothing," You shake your head, breathing through the fluttering in your stomach as you head towards the couch they're sitting on. Taehyung was moved over to Yoongi's couch earlier in the evening, giving them both plenty of space to rest while making sure that no one else would be accidentally bumping into them while moving around. 

Taehyung leans forward as you draw near, wincing, as he readies himself to stand up with your help. You place a hand on his good shoulder, squeezing it lightly to make him look up. 

"Babe?" Taehyung asks, confused, as you gently nudge him back down on the couch. He looks at you with big eyes as you carefully kneel in the space between him and Yoongi on the cushions, your hand drifting from his shoulder to his cheek. 

"Just give me a minute," You murmur, softly running your thumb across the mole underneath his eye. Taehyung's skin feels warm under your fingertips, his pink lips parting in surprise at the intimate touch. 

"I just wanted to thank you both for thinking of me. It's cute that you wanted to surprise me with a tree, I really do appreciate it."

"Y/n–" Taehyung looks like he's about to apologize again, his lips forming into a sad pout, and that's not what you want.

You lean forward before you can overthink it, pressing your mouth to Taehyung's. You hear the hitch in his breath as he's caught off guard, can feel how his body tenses while he processes what's happening. You simply breathe against each other's lips for a moment, Taehyung's eyelashes fluttering against the top of your thumb as he closes his eyes.

It's like a switch is flipped in Taehyung once the initial shock subsides, his mouth surging forward to capture yours in a heated kiss. It's hungry and needy, the way Taehyung's lips move against yours; his tongue working its way into your mouth, dipping it inside to meet yours. Taehyung's good arm sneaks around your waist, pulling you closer as he kisses you hard. He seems to grow more intense at every small sound that leaves you, the slick smacking of your lips parting and meeting only emboldening him further. 

You feel all consumed by Taehyung's kisses, your mind going blank with the urge to feel, to do, more. It's only when you begin to feel lightheaded that you break away, leaning back to breathe as Taehyung chases after your mouth. He settles for kissing your jaw, mouthing down your neck as far as his body allows him to without straining his injury. Your hand has drifted back down his shoulder during your kiss, the material of his shirt fisted tightly between your fingers as you fill your lungs with air. 

"I've waited for this for so long," Taehyung murmurs against your skin. "I was so jealous that Jiminie was the first one to touch you. I could barely hold myself back from barging into the room that night, the sounds you made–" He nips at your throat with a low groan.

Embarrassment floods your cheeks immediately, the back of your neck growing hot. You know that the rooms aren't soundproof in the cabin but you didn't realize that they all heard you. You guess that explains why they looked to be burning with jealousy the morning after.

"You looked so pretty all marked up babe, it's a shame they faded." 

You let out a quiet gasp as Taehyung sucks your skin between his lips, leaving a mark just below your chin. You can hear the smirk in his voice as he says, "Good thing we can always give you more, right?" 

Taehyung works his way back up to your lips, recapturing them in a bruising kiss. You mewl against his mouth as he bites down on your bottom lip, pulling it between his own. It's hard to keep your restraint, to be careful about where you touch, when Taehyung kisses you so fiercely. Your body feels like it's filled with electricity, jittery and hot under Taehyung's touch. 

You jerk back with a startle as Yoongi loudly clears his throat, whipping your head to the side to watch him with wide eyes. He raises an eyebrow in response, his gaze dark as it roams over your face, drinking in how affected you look. 

"I'm still here," He grumbles, rolling his eyes at the annoyed sound Taehyung makes at being interrupted.

"Sorry," You smile sheepishly, pulling back fully from Taehyung in order to face Yoongi.

The corner of his lips quirks up into a smile as he reaches out to cup the back of your neck, his fingers cool against your heated skin. He pulls you closer until your lips brush, a content sigh leaving Yoongi's mouth before he slots your lips together. Yoongi takes his time exploring your mouth, figuring out what makes you tick. He kisses you soft and slow, teasing, as his fingers rub against the base of your neck. 

You have one hand resting on Yoongi's chest for support, feeling the rapid beat of his heart against your palm despite his languid pace. It's only when you let out a breathy moan as he swipes his tongue over your lips that he begins to crack, his kisses turning a little more heated. Once Yoongi's patience seems to have run dry, he tugs you forward, using the grip he has on your neck to pull you flush against his chest. 

The sudden movement makes you lose your balance, your fingers digging into Yoongi's chest as you throw your other hand out in search for support. You stiffen as you feel your fingers come into contact with denim, the punched-out groan that Taehyung lets out alerting you that it's definitely not his leg that you're accidentally touching. 

"Tae, shit, I'm sorry–" You turn around as much as Yoongi's hold allows you to, quickly removing your hand.

Your fingers have barely left his jeans when Taehyung reaches out to grab it, covering your hand with his own as he pushes it firmly back down to cup his cock. He watches you intently, his half-lidded gaze burning into yours as he presses down on your fingers, making you squeeze around his length. 

His moan covers your small gasp as you instinctively tighten your grip, feeling how big he's growing under your hand. Even through his jeans you can tell that Taehyung is long and thick, that he'd probably feel so good inside of you–

"You can keep going if you want, babe," Taehyung says as he slowly removes his hand from yours, as if he's reading the thoughts swirling around inside your head.

"I–" You glance back up at Taehyung's face, embarrassed that you've been caught practically salivating over the idea of his cock. He smirks as he throws a glance at Yoongi, his voice low and enchanting as he adds, "Neither of us mind." 

Yoongi's fingers twitch at the back of your neck, prompting you to turn your head back to look at him. Yoongi's lips are bitten red, his eyes glued to where your hand is cupping Taehyung's cock. His dark eyes shift up to briefly look at you as he feels your gaze on his face, his pale cheeks flushing pink under your attention.

Yoongi's cute complexion is such a contrast to his filthy mouth as he admits, "Can't stop thinking about how good you'd look choking on our cocks." 

Your breath hitches at the image that floods your brain. You squeeze your thighs together as your core throbs with want, trying your best not to squirm under their heated gazes.

"Fuck, you can't say that hyung," Taehyung groans, pushing his hips up to grind against your hand. The motion makes him wince as he tenses his injured shoulder, but he doesn't seem to care about the pain, not when you're finally touching him. 

"I shouldn't," You stutter, unsure. "You're both hurt. I don't want to accidentally cause you any more pain." 

"If you don't want to, it's okay, Y/n," Yoongi traces a finger along the curve of your jaw, his fingertip dipping down to press against the mark Taehyung left earlier. He smiles at the shaky gasp you let out, "But you don't have to worry about hurting us. We're big boys, we'll be fine." 

"What hyung said," Taehyung nods. His sultry expression melts into something a little more cute, his lips curving into a pout as he rolls his hips against your hand and says, "Please?" 

Your intention was never to take things this far – you were only supposed to give them each a kiss as a thank you and apology before helping them to bed. But now that you're already here, with Yoongi and Taehyung so affected and you all wanting it, you don't see why you can't take things just a little bit further.

"Yeah, okay," You bite your lip. "How do you want me?" 

Yoongi lets out a low curse at your words, palming himself over his sweats. His voice is thick with arousal as he says, "On your knees, love." 

You nod, getting off the couch to sink to your knees on the cold floor. Taehyung takes it upon himself to shuffle closer to Yoongi, closing the gap between them to make it easier for you to touch both at the same time. You can tell the movement pains him but it must be just light enough to not echo through the bond.

Frowning, you slap his thigh lightly once he settles. "Stop hurting yourself. If I see you look uncomfortable, I'm stopping. We can do this when you're better, it doesn't have to happen now." 

"Sorry," Taehyung grumbles, "I really am fine though. I swear I'll be good and sit still." 

"You better," You say, narrowing your eyes in a half-threat as you slide your hand down to his knee.

You shuffle closer to the couch, placing yourself in the middle of them. Yoongi has his right foot elevated on the coffee table behind you, leaving his legs spread and knocking into Taehyung's parted knees. 

As soon as you're settled, they both reach into their pants to free themselves. Taehyung fumbles with his zipper, having a hard time opening it with one hand. You reach forward to help him, unzipping his jeans as he pushes his underwear just below his cock. It springs up against his stomach the moment it's freed, hard and leaking and big. 

"Oh," You blink, licking your lips. 

You turn to Yoongi, ready to help him too, when you realize that he's already managed to inch his sweats down his hips by himself. It's just enough to get his cock out, the tip pink and wet as he drags his fist slowly up and down, stroking himself to full hardness. He doesn't look quite as big as Taehyung but you think he'd feel perfect on your tongue; be just the right thickness to stretch your lips around. 

You don't have to think long about who you're going to touch first, Yoongi eliminating your problem as he grunts out a low, "Go ahead, you can start with Taehyungie."

Taehyung's dark eyes rest heavy on your face, his lip caught between his teeth. He lets his hands fall down to his sides, giving you space as he murmurs out a hoarse please.

You inch to the side, situating yourself better between Taehyung's legs as you rest your hands on his thighs. You feel them tense in anticipation under your touch. Taehyung sucks in a breath as you reach forward to wrap your fingers delicately around his cock, thumbing at the leaking head to make the glide easier as you give him a few slow pumps.

He murmurs something unintelligible under his breath when you lean down to mouth at the tip, circling it with your tongue and sucking lightly just over his slit. A burst of salty pre-come hits your tongue before you move down further, flatly licking up the underside of his cock. You resume stroking Taehyung's cock as you return your focus to the leaking tip, taking care to cover your teeth as you take him into your mouth.

You know you won't be able to handle all of Taehyung's length, he's simply too big and it's been years since you had any practice. But he doesn't seem to mind it as you exhale and slowly lower yourself down his cock, feeling the hard length brush against the back of your throat as you swallow him down. You stop when your lips touch your fist, glancing up at Taehyung to find him looking at you through heavy lids.

"Fuck, babe, I can't believe you're real," Taehyung moans, digging his fingers into the seat cushions to have something to ground himself in. 

"You look so good," Yoongi drawls, the slick sounds of his fist letting you know he's jerking himself off to the sight of you sucking Taehyung's cock. 

The praise makes you let out a soft moan, the vibrations massaging Taehyung's length. He lets out a deep groan as you pull back until you just have the head of his cock resting in your mouth, suckling on the sensitive skin for a moment before you sink back down. Taehyung's size already has a subtle ache forming in your jaw, but it feels worth it when you hear the high moans and deep groans he lets out as you repeat the motion, the soft praises that fall from both Taehyung and Yoongi's lips.

You still the hand that has continued to stroke the part you can't get your mouth around, rebalancing yourself to blindly reach out for Yoongi. They're close enough that you manage to fumble your way over to his cock, your hand closing around his with a gentle squeeze. 

"Y/n," Yoongi lets his hand fall away with a deep moan, his cock so slick with pre-come that he almost feels wet from it. 

You do your best to pleasure Yoongi while you continue to suck off Taehyung, not wanting one of them to feel left out. There's a small moment of doubt that hits you as you hear their twin moans echo inside the living room, a brief thought of what the hell are you doing flashing inside of your head, but it vanishes as Taehyung's deep voice praises you; as he tells you how good you're being. 

"Shit, I'm already close," Yoongi groans. He grabs your wrist, giving it a gentle tug as he says, "I need your mouth, Y/n. Please." 

You glance up at Taehyung, noting the displeased clench of his jaw at Yoongi's interruption. Still, after a little prompting as you pull away from his cock, making him replace the loss of your mouth with his hand, he eventually grunts and concedes, "You should take care of hyung first, babe." 

You have to fight to not roll your eyes at the petulant tone he uses, like he's a child that doesn't want to share his toy with anyone else. You carefully inch your way over to Yoongi, taking care not to put any pressure on his injured leg or jostling it as you get into a somewhat comfortable position.

It's a little awkward, but it doesn't seem like Yoongi cares as you finally lean down to take him into your mouth. Already warmed up from Taehyung, it feels easier to swallow down Yoongi's length.

You were right that his cock is the perfect thickness, just enough to give your lips that slight stretch without it being too uncomfortable. The moment your lips are wrapped around the head of his cock, Yoongi begins carding his hand through your hair, tucking your locks away to make sure he can see your face. 

"You're perfect, so good," Yoongi sighs, voice warm with affection. 

You feel his cock twitch against your tongue as you dip it into his slit, his deep moans turning choked as you finally start taking more of him into your mouth. Knowing he's already close, you begin bobbing your head the moment you have him down your throat, trying your best to relax so that you can fit more into your mouth each time you lower yourself down. 

Yoongi lets out a punched groan as the tip of his cock finally hits the back of your throat, your nose almost pressed against his stomach.

"Fuck, Y/n, I'm really not going to last," Yoongi warns as you swallow around him, his thighs shaking under your hands as his climax approaches. You let out a pleased moan as he curls his hand into your hair, the pressure of his fingers as he tugs on your hair making warmth pool in your stomach. 

"Don't–" Yoongi cuts himself off with a gasp at your moan, the low vibrations feeling heavenly around his cock. 

You look up at Yoongi, meeting his lust-filled gaze as you hollow your cheeks and give him a particularly harsh suck. The vacuum it creates seems to be what pushes Yoongi over the edge, the hand in your hair flexing as he goes rigid with a deep groan, curses falling freely from his lips as his release spills down your throat. You keep swallowing around him, prolonging his orgasm for as long as possible until your throat begins to protest. You gently pull off his cock, suckling around the tip for a moment to properly clean him off before you release him with a soft pop. 

Yoongi looks absolutely boneless where he's melted into the couch, his pale skin flushed pink and his expression blissed out. Yoongi has released the tight grip on your hair, patting it back down in place as he mumbles, "Thank you, Y/n, shit, you're too fucking good for us." 

A low grunt from your right calls your attention back to Taehyung.

He has been strangely silent while you touched Yoongi, and the expression he wears as you turn to him explains why. He looks hungry. A little feral at the sight of you pleasuring another soulmate. The intensity in his gaze makes a shiver travel down your spine, your throat dry as you shuffle back in between his spread legs. Your knees ache from the hard floors, but judging by the way Taehyung is squeezing the base of his cock, the head dark and dripping, you don't think it's going to be an issue for much longer. 

"I need to use your mouth, babe, please. Can I?" 

You lick your lips, ignoring the soreness in your throat as you hoarsely say, "Yeah, you can." 

Taehyung groans at how wrecked you sound, his long fingers sliding into place at the back of your head, urging you forward. You've replaced the hand he had on his cock, holding him in place as you take him back into your mouth. Breathing through your nose, you relax your throat as much as possible, fighting the urge to gag as Taehyung slowly brings you down just a little further than what you took of him the first time. He doesn't push you past your comfort zone however, his grip guiding you back up before you grow uncomfortable. You tap Taehyung's thigh with your free hand, giving him the go to use your mouth to chase his orgasm. 

Taehyung's grip tightens in your hair and that's all the warning you get before he picks up his pace. Despite his injury and despite the fact that he can't really buckle his hips, Taehyung still manages to fuck your mouth, his pace punishing as he bobs you up and down his cock. Drool dribbles down your chin, making it all the more messier. He really wasn't lying when he said he wanted to use your mouth. 

A particularly hard shove makes you gag, the tip of his cock bumping against the back of your throat. Taehyung moans, mumbling out a bated, "It's okay babe, you can take it." 

He slows his pace ever so slightly, just enough for your fingers to stop digging into his leg. Once he feels you relax, he picks it back up, letting out a series of pitched grunts and moans as he begins to near his climax.

"Fuck, I– Can I come down your throat, Y/n?" Taehyung pulls you back just enough for you to nod, to give him the final permission he needs to really let loose. He throws his head back against the couch, mouth open with pleasure as he pushes you back down.

Your throat feels ravaged by the time Taehyung holds you still, your lips pressed against your fist as he begins to come. He starts easing you back before he's finished, a few spurts of come coating your tongue as he rests the tip there. He looks at you through dark, sated eyes, the corner of his lip quirking as he gently pulls you off his cock. 

You swallow down his come with a minor wince, not quite used to the taste yet. You hang your head, resting it on Taehyung's knee as you take deep breaths to ease the tightness in your chest, to slow the racing of your heart. Taehyung lets up the tight grip on your hair, massaging your scalp to ease the sting that lingers.

His voice sounds reverent as he says, "You took us both so well, Y/n, just like you were made for us. Gods, there's really no one who compares to you." 

"Absolutely perfect," Yoongi agrees, reaching out to wipe some of the drool from your chin. 

You're not so sure about that.

"I should get us cleaned up," You grimace, leaning back on your legs to look up at them. Yoongi shakes his head, motioning to how both of them have tucked themselves back into their underwear while you were catching your breath.

"We're fine, love. I'm sorry we can't be of much help, but you should go freshen up first and we'll wait here." 

Right, it had somehow completely slipped your mind that you needed to help them get into bed after this. And that Namjoon is probably still up, waiting for you. 

Shit. 

You shake out the pins and needles in your legs, face warm, as you slowly get to your feet. Taehyung catches your hand before you can step away from the couch. 

"I promise we're going to repay you next time for how good you've been for us, Y/n. We might not be able to now, but once we're better, we're going to make you come so much you forget your own name." 

Taehyung smirks as he sees your throat bob, at how your fingers harden around his as you no doubt imagine it. They send you off to the bathroom on unstable legs, the knot in your stomach tight with want as you lightly brush your fingers over your sore throat.

Next time. 

"Tannie!" You sink to the floor with a grin, fawning over the fluffy pomeranian that has skidded to a halt in front of you. 

Yeontan flops to the ground, wriggling around on his back until you give him the attention he demands. He lets out a few happy snorts as you rub his belly, his tongue lolling out his mouth. 

The sight of him fills you with so much joy you feel like you could burst. You didn't realize just how much you missed seeing something that wasn't just your soulmates until Yeontan came running into the cabin, his small paws pattering across the floor. 

"You're so cute," You coo, carding your fingers through Yeontan's silky fur. 

"Tannie, I missed you," Jeongguk pouts as he perches himself next to you on the floor. He laughs as Yeontan wriggles his body closer, making sure he gets double the pets and attention. 

"Traitor," You snort.

Taehyung and Yoongi come shuffling through the door, a large bag of kibble carried between them. You have no idea how such a small dog is supposed to be able to eat all of that, but you suppose the amount will at least last him a long time. Taehyung kicks the door shut behind him, motioning for Yoongi to place it down next to the rest of Yeontan's things. 

You had tried to not look too eager when they had brought up the situation with Yeontan a few days ago over dinner. Taehyung had explained that while his parents had been watching him whenever he and Yoongi were both at the cabin, they both missed him too much to keep that going. Yeontan also seemed confused that they were hardly around at the same time anymore, often waiting by the door for Yoongi to return home when it was Taehyung's turn back in the city and vice versa. 

You could tell the story tugged on everyone's heartstrings, Jeongguk's eyes turning big and pleading as he voiced his yes to bringing Yeontan to live with you all in the cabin. No one really needed any convincing, all of the boys agreeing one by one as they admitted to missing the little fur ball themselves. 

The effect of him brightening up the cabin is instantaneous, laughter and coos filling the air as all of the boys come over to give Yeontan a small pet or scratch of their own. You indulge Yeontan in playing and jumping around until he begins to grow tired, his small whine near the couch prompting you to scoop him right up and cuddle with him instead. Yeontan makes himself at home in your lap, practically melting into a pile of fluff as you pet his back. 

The other boys are scattered around the room, all doing their own things but keeping close nonetheless. You let your gaze drift, a little lost in thought until you zero in on the book in Namjoon's hand. It's a well-known classic, The tale of two Soulmates, and the cover is worn enough that you can tell it must be one of Namjoon's favorites. 

The sight of it, the reminder that you still haven't brought up the lovesickness to the boys, makes your stomach turn uneasily. You've been meaning to do it, it has just never seemed like the right time. Maybe now is as good as ever though.

You softly clear your throat, catching Namjoon's eyes as he peeks over the spine. 

"You know the books you brought me before Christmas, the ones about soulmates? It mentioned soulbonds where there's one nucleus soulmate, which is kinda like our bond, right?" You try to keep your voice light, with just the right amount of disinterest, as you seek cover for your trembling fingers in Yeontan's fur.  

"That's what we think, yeah," Namjoon nods, lowering his book to give you his full attention. You can see out of the corner of your eye that Hoseok and Yoongi have stopped what they're doing to listen in to your conversation as well. 

"It did say that it was possible," You pause, swallowing hard at the excitement that grows on Namjoon's face. "But, um, it also mentioned an interesting side effect to the bond? Something that could happen if it wasn't nurtured properly."

"Oh?" Namjoon's face grows suspicious immediately, gaze flickering over to Yoongi and Hoseok.

You don't dare to turn your head to see what they think.

"I think it was called soul sickness? The book said that bonds with a nucleus often suffer from a weakened connection to the rest of the soul-group. It mentioned that if the soulmates don't spend enough time together after the first contact is made, it can lead to the others becoming, um, obsessive and irrational? And that they can even be influenced by each other's emotions if they feel strongly enough about something." 

You avert your eyes halfway through your explanation, your voice growing weaker at the silence that blankets the room. You know that all of them are listening in even if they pretend to be busy with something else, even if they aren't as obviously interested as Hoseok and Yoongi. 

It's Jimin that finally breaks the quiet. "Baby, if that was true, there would've been a lot more research done on it by now." 

"But there's not really any science that can back up our bond either. That doesn't make it any less real," You snap back, remembering a little too late that your whole plan was to not seem like you're accusing them of something. 

"So what?" Hoseok says, "You think we're sick, is that it?"

Yes.

"No, well, that's not–" You stutter, braving a quick look around the room. All of their postures scream defensive, their metaphorical hackles raised and ready to fight back. Jungkook looks particularly troubled at the new information, like a small part of him maybe believes it too. 

"That's not what I'm saying," You backtrack, knowing absolutely nothing good will come out of trying to convince them that something is wrong with the bond. They're just going to bite back even harder, maybe even start to doubt you again, and you can't let that happen. You won't be able to bear it – not again.

"I just said it was interesting, not that you have it!" You shake your head, plastering on a smile that probably looks as fake as it feels. 

Maybe it would be easier to convince them if you had proof, if there was more research done on it, but as it stands, there's no way they're ever going to see it themselves. They are sick after all and hardly any of the things they've done so far have registered as wrong in their minds. It would be easier to talk a brick wall into thinking it was made of wood than to make the boys realize they're obsessive and suffering from lovesickness. 

"Right," Namjoon says, scanning your face intently, "it is an interesting concept. Thank you for sharing it with us." 

"Of course," You mumble. 

Surprisingly, disappointment sits heavy in your stomach. You knew it was a long shot to bring it up with them, but a small part of you hoped that maybe they would see it, that they weren't that far gone yet. Even if you did read Jungkook's face right, what does it matter? He's never going to go against the others, not on something like this. You should've known this was a lost cause.

You busy yourself with petting Yeontan until the tension in the room begins to dissipate, until Namjoon returns to his book and the others go back to what they were doing before. You'll probably have to lay it on extra thick for a while to make sure they don't suspect you of anything. 

You let out a small sigh, turning your head to watch the world go on as normal outside the cabin windows. A couple of small birds flutter by, their chirps signalling the arrival of spring. Most of the snow outside has already melted, the muddy grass once again showing its face along with a few clusters of snowdrops. You can't quite believe how much time has passed, how autumn has turned to winter and then turned to spring, all in this cabin. Yoongi and Taehyung's injuries have long since healed up completely.

Things are good now, nice even – you hate to admit it, but you actually like them now, can feel your heart skip a beat whenever they touch or kiss you – but it doesn't change the fact that you're still stuck here. 

You pout down at Yeontan as he licks your hand, ruffling his fur as he begins to wiggle around again. You might feel stifled here, but you can at least make sure that Yeontan doesn't. 

Scooping him into your arms, you rise from the couch, once again catching the attention of seven pairs of watchful eyes. You plaster on your best smile, waving Yeontan's paw as you say, "Let's bring Tannie outside for a walk." 

"Jungkook," You gasp, moving your slick lips against his in a heated kiss. 

You’ve been finding yourself in these situations quite often lately. 

One minute you're trying to help Jungkook study and the next, you're on your back on his bed, textbooks strewn on the floor as he kisses you senseless. He has you caged in against the mattress, one hand cupping the back of your neck, angling your lips closer to his as he licks into your mouth. 

Jungkook always tastes like strawberries – like he's been enjoying your favourite candy a little too much and now the flavour permanently clings to his lips. You can't get enough of it. Some days, you even find yourself a little desperate for a taste.

You squeeze your thighs at the breathy moan Jungkook lets out as you twist your fingers into his hair, fire licking up the insides of your belly. You need more. 

But, before you can show Jungkook just how much you want him, the door bursts open as a flustered Namjoon stumbles in. 

"Shit, sorry, I didn't realize I put that much force behind it–" Namjoon trails off as he takes in the sight of Jungkook sprawled on top of you, his expression growing sheepish as it dawns on him what he walked in on.

Namjoon tightens his grip on the door as his eyes scan you both from top to bottom, his body and mind torn between wanting to stay and knowing he should go as he murmurs, "Should I go? Yeah, I should, ah, I'm sorry."

Once the surprise of Namjoon's sudden entrance fades and your heart stops galloping like it's trying to break out of your chest, you sneak a glance up at Jungkook, catching his eye. Seeing the silent question in your gaze he gives you a small nod, sucking on his red-bitten lower lip as you turn to face Namjoon. 

"You don't have to, you can stay if you want. You could, um, join us?" You ask.

You know Jungkook must be able to feel how your neck is heating up under his fingertips, a little shyness always persisting no matter how much time you spend with them. You've always been the type that prefers a monogamous relationship, so it's still an adjustment that it's okay to want all seven – to let yourself be touched and loved by more than one person at a time. 

"You sure?" Namjoon takes a small step into the room, hesitant to intrude. 

It's been an adjustment for the boys too, to understand that if they want to spend time alone with you, they also need to allow the others to do the same thing. They all have their moments though, when their possessiveness grows a little too intense and things get a little heated, but it has never progressed past a few dirty looks and snide comments. 

"Come here, hyung," Jungkook gives the back of your neck a light squeeze before he rolls to the side, giving Namjoon room to join you both on the bed. 

Jungkook settles on his elbow next to you as Namjoon hurries to close the door, locking it for good measure this time. Your breath catches in your throat as Namjoon strides across the room, pushing up the sleeves of his shirt to reveal his toned forearms. The bed dips as he crawls over you, taking Jungkook's place. Namjoon's eyes are glued to your mouth, one hand coming up to cradle your jaw as he uses the other to support his weight. 

"Hi, darling," He murmurs softly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss against your lips. 

"Joon," You whine as you run your hands up his arms, locking them behind his neck. You give him a pleading look as you pull him closer, your earlier kisses with Jungkook having gotten you too fired up to take things slow and tender. 

"Okay, okay, I got you," The corner of Namjoon's mouth quirks as he runs his thumb over your cheek, taking a moment to drink in your pretty features before he yields and captures your lips. 

Namjoon lets you set the pace, matching your eagerness as he kisses you back with just as much fervor as you give him. You bite down on his bottom lip, nibbling on the soft flesh until he parts his mouth and allows you to deepen the kiss. You let out a breathy moan at how messy and hungry it is, your core clenching at how big Namjoon feels above you, his body burning hot where he's pressed flush against you. 

It's not your first kiss with Namjoon – it's far from it actually. After checking that you were okay when you got into bed that night you helped Yoongi and Taehyung, he practically devoured you.

In fact, it seemed to be the final straw for all of them, as they all sought you out in the following days to have their own kisses. You've lost count of how many times you've been kissed in the past two months but you think it might be more than most share in their whole lifetime.

While you're no longer a stranger to Namjoon or Jungkook's lips, there's still a small tingle that accompanies them being pressed against yours, your bond rejoicing at the intimate contact.

Your breath stutters as you feel another hand settle on your hip, drawing lazy circles into the exposed skin. Your sweater has ridden up, allowing Jungkook to easily glide his hand across your stomach, mapping out your skin all the way from your ribs to the waistband of your pants. 

You whimper into Namjoon's mouth as Jungkook noses against your neck, fitting himself into the space as he plants fleeting kisses on the delicate skin there. Namjoon angles your head to give Jungkook better access, smiling as the first scrape of teeth against your throat makes you moan. 

The sensation of Namjoon's tongue curling around yours just as Jungkook licks across the bruised skin is almost too much, your thighs rubbing together to create a little bit of friction for your aching core. 

"Y/n," Jungkook utters your name too shyly for what he just did to you, his words catching in a small stutter as he asks, "Can I eat you out?" 

"Fuck," Namjoon groans, detaching his lips from yours to give you some space to breathe. 

You're a little caught off guard by the sudden request but the mental image it produces is enough to make your whole body feel hot, flushed from head to toe. Gods, you want it. 

"Y-yeah, you can," You stutter.

Namjoon and Jungkook are quick to help you undress, their own shirts and pants disappearing somewhere in the process too. You fight the urge to cover yourself as you lay back down in the middle of the bed, their heated gazes as they drink in your bare body making you squirm. 

"You're so beautiful," Namjoon says as he takes a seat next to you, grabbing your hand to intertwine your fingers, "I can't believe I get to see you like this." 

"Don't say that," You shake your head, bashful at how sincere he seems. Like you're truly a wonder he didn't think he would ever get to look at, much less touch. 

"It's true though," Jungkook adds as he crawls between your legs, dragging his hands along your skin from your calves to your thighs. He gives them a gentle nudge to make you spread your legs wider, fitting his shoulders between them as he gets himself into the right position. Jungkook kisses the inside of each thigh, his doe eyes sparkling as he murmurs, "You're so pretty Y/n, pretty everywhere." 

"Jungkook," You whine. You're not really sure what you want to say, whether you want him to stop praising you or to continue, all you know is that you want more.

"I–" Jungkook hesitates as he curls his hands around your thighs, keeping you in place. He looks a little nervous as he glances up at you, biting his lip as he stammers, "I-I haven't done this before so I might not be very good at it, just tell me if I do something that doesn't feel good, okay?"

"Jungkookie, you're going to do fine. My last boyfri–" You cut yourself off as you see Namjoon's eyes narrow dangerously, clearing your throat as you say, "What I mean is, this is my first time experiencing this too. I promise I'll tell you if something doesn't feel good but I really don't think that's going to happen." 

Jungkook nods, the earlier hesitance wiped from his face. He shares a quick look with Namjoon, determined to make you feel good in ways your shitty old boyfriend, your non-soulmate, was never able to. 

"Oh gods," You moan, throwing your head back as Jungkook suddenly leans in and licks a stripe between your folds. 

Jeon Jungkook is competitive in everything he sets his mind to and this is no exception. Whatever he might be lacking in experience, he more than makes up for in eagerness.

You're dripping in a matter of seconds, your cunt clenching desperately around nothing as Jungkook takes your clit into his mouth, circling it with his tongue before he gives it a harsh suck. The strong grip on your legs is the only thing that keeps them from flailing around, your toes curling into the sheets as Jungkook laps at your pussy like a man starved. He lets out a loud moan as you reach down to twist your fingers into his hair, trying to ground yourself as the burning coil in your stomach grows tighter and tighter. 

"Jungkook, ah fuck, you're doing so good," You babble, letting out a low keen as he dips his tongue past your entrance. 

Jungkook uses every hitch and moan to guide him, trying to read all of your cues to pleasure you just right. A particularly loud moan from you as he pushes his tongue deeper into your cunt has him rutting his cock against the bed. Jungkook's head is spinning with all of your pretty sounds, your taste, the bond making the experience all the more intense. 

"You're both doing so well," Namjoon groans. He plants a trail of fluttering kisses up your arm, decorating your skin with a few hickies of his own near your collarbone. His fingers skate across your chest, teasingly touching your breasts just to add more fuel to the fire. 

"Jungkook," You tug on his hair, catching his dazed eyes as you weakly moan, "Please give me more."

The hand around your right thigh falls away, leaving only the imprint of Jungkook's fingers behind. You're so wet that you barely feel the stretch as Jungkook sinks the first finger into your cunt, and it doesn't take long before you're begging for more. One becomes two, which quickly turns into three, Jungkook watching your face carefully every time he stretches you out more. 

You cry out as Jungkook finds your g-spot, your legs trembling as he ups his pace. He keeps licking between your folds, his nose bumping against your clit as he eagerly eats you out. The coil in your stomach is so tight you know it's only seconds away from snapping, your climax building with every swipe of Jungkook's tongue.

It's the feeling of Jungkook's long fingers brushing against your walls and his tongue dipping in to join them that finally pushes you over the edge, your orgasm hitting you so fast it knocks the breath out of your chest. 

"Shit, Jungkook, ah–" You desperately cling on to Namjoon's hand and Jungkook's hair as you ride it out, Jungkook letting out a deep moan as your release hits his tongue. He laps it all up, gradually slowing his fingers as you begin to come down from your high. 

"You did so well, so well, " You rasp, releasing your tight grip on his locks in order to pet his hair, hoping you didn't accidentally tug too hard on it. 

Jungkook hums against your cunt, pressing a lingering kiss just above your clit before he pushes himself up. The lower part of Jungkook's face is glistening with your release, his pink lips plump and wet. He flashes you a proud grin as he takes in just how fucked out you look, his hands mindlessly massaging your thighs as he brings them down to rest on the bed. 

"Are you feeling okay, darling?" Namjoon asks once your breaths begin to go back to normal. 

"I'm feeling great," You murmur, giving Jungkook a satisfied smile.

Jungkook seems to preen a little at that, his chest puffing out to show off his muscular body. You didn't really get the chance to appreciate the view before, but now that you have time to really look at them both, it sends a tingle right back down to your core. Jungkook's lean body is all muscle, the outline of his abs visible even when he's relaxing his stomach. His hair has gotten a little longer over the past months, dangling in pretty waves down his neck. 

The only word you can really use to describe Namjoon is buff. He's bigger than Jungkook, his arms and thighs more filled out with muscle. While you would call Jungkook strong, you would probably reserve powerful for Namjoon. If he put you in a headlock, you're pretty sure he would be able to choke you out in a matter of seconds. Maybe it's bad to feel a little turned on at the thought, but you've long since come to accept that you're far past the point of being normal anymore.

You brush some damp hair away from your neck, trying not to be too obvious in the way you're trailing your gaze up and down their exposed skin. You let out a low hiss as you run your fingers over one of the bruises blooming on your skin, the pain pleasure of it slicking you right back up again. 

"Darling," Namjoon gently turns your jaw towards him, "Can I fuck you? Is that alright?" 

Your gaze drops to his crotch automatically, your mouth running dry as you notice the prominent outline of his cock through his underwear. There's a wet patch near the head, showing you just how much Namjoon enjoyed watching you squirm and gasp in pleasure with Jungkook between your legs. 

Somehow the orgasm you just had doesn't feel like enough, if anything, it only served to turn you on more. 

"Please," You beg, not even finding it in yourself to feel embarrassed at how needy you sound. Namjoon seems to like it, his gaze turning fiery and dark as he reaches down to cup himself. 

"Fuck, you're going to be the death of me," He mumbles. He pushes himself off the bed, quickly shoving his underwear to the floor. Namjoon's cock looks similar to Taehyung's in its size, only thicker. He has a prominent vein running up his shaft, the head dark and leaking as he gives himself a few pumps. 

You let your legs fall back open under Namjoon's stare, his jaw tensing as he whispers out a low curse. Jungkook has already scooted to the side, freeing up the space for him. Namjoon has placed one leg on the bed when he freezes, his hands digging into the duvet as he regretfully says, "I don't have any condoms." 

"Shit," You bite your lip. You're not on any birth control, you hadn't felt the need since your last relationship ended years ago and there's no way you're going to risk ending up pregnant. You're not even sure if you want kids. 

"I have some!" Jungkook scrambles over to the bedside table, pulling open a drawer.

He grabs a few along with a bottle of lube, presenting them to Namjoon with a grin. His excitement dims a little when he takes in the dumbfounded looks on both your and Namjoon's faces, his eyes turning wide as he rushes to explain, "I didn't get these! Jimin hyung brought them a while back, he said we'd better have some, uh, just in case."

"Of course he did," You sigh, shaking your head. For once, you're actually thankful for Jimin's seemingly perpetually horny brain. 

Namjoon snorts, taking the items from Jungkook as he murmurs, "I guess I should thank him." 

He wastes no time in climbing onto the bed, settling between your legs as he rolls the condom on and slicks himself up with lube. You're probably wet enough that you wouldn't need it but the fact that Namjoon isn't willing to risk any discomfort for you sends another rush of warmth down to your belly. 

Namjoon hitches your legs up around his waist, groaning out your name as his cock slips between your folds. He lowers himself down to allow your arms to wrap around his neck, your fingers clinging on to Namjoon's broad shoulders as he slowly drags his cock through your slick, coating your cunt with a mixture of your own wetness and lube. 

"Still okay, darling?" He asks as he positions the tip at your entrance. He slowly pushes inside when you give him a raspy yes, the sheer size of him causing you to throw your head back. Even with Jungkook stretching you out well there's still a slight sting, the added lube making it just bearable enough that you don't have to ask Namjoon to stop. 

"You're doing so good, I'm almost there," He murmurs soothingly, pressing his lips to yours to pull you into a kiss. The distraction works, your walls relaxing enough for Namjoon to easily bury himself to the hilt. You both moan at the feeling, you from feeling so full – filled to the brim with all of Namjoon's thick and long cock inside of you, and Namjoon from the vice grip your hot pussy has on his length. 

Namjoon seems content with kissing your lips raw until you squeeze your legs around his waist, giving him the okay to finally move. The initial ache has dulled and now you're desperate for some friction, to sate the pleasure that's once again building.

He eases you into it slowly, peppering kisses all over your face as he pulls out halfway before he slowly rocks his hips forward, setting a gentle pace. Your walls flutter around Namjoon's cock when he thrusts in, desperately clinging to him as he goes to pull back out. You can tell the hot, tight grip is slowly driving him mad the longer he tries to keep his composure, his kisses turning filthier with every thrust and moan you let out. 

"You can go faster," You pant, rocking your hips up to meet his next thrust, "Fuck me, Namjoon." 

Namjoon doesn't ask twice this time, his patience snapping as he pulls out almost entirely before slamming his cock back inside, the force jolting you up the bed. You scramble to hold on to him, clinging to his body as he begins to pound into you. You let out a string of moans and whimpers at the bruising pace, Namjoon driving his cock into you so deep you swear you can feel him all the way up in your stomach. 

"You're so tight Y/n, fuck," Namjoon groans against your cheek, his voice deep and raspy, "You feel so fucking good, darling." 

You almost see white at Namjoon's next powerful thrust, his cock bumping into your sweet spot. Keening, you roll your hips up to meet every snap of his hips, going a little delirious with how turned on you are.

You can hear Jungkook moan softly in the background, the slick sound of him touching his cock as he watches Namjoon fuck you into the bed. 

"Namjoon," You whimper, legs trembling around his hips, "I'm, ah! – I'm close." 

"Good girl," Namjoon grunts, grinding his teeth at the way you clamp down around his cock at the praise. He can feel your orgasm building, how your moans turn louder and sweeter as he quickens his pace even more. Determined to get you there, he angles his cock to batter against your g-spot, hitting it straight on. 

His voice is strained, barely more than a growl, as he presses his lips to your ear and says, "Come for me, darling." 

Your second orgasm crashes over you like a wave, pulling you under into a sea of pleasure as stars explode behind your eyelids. You moan Namjoon's name so loudly it's close to a scream, your whole body electrified as you gush around Namjoon's cock.

Namjoon doubles down as you clench around him, the feeling of your climax gripping him so tightly and your mouth calling out his name like a mantra causes him to come undone in seconds. Namjoon pushes himself as deep as he can go into your cunt as he begins to unravel, hot come spilling into the condom around his cock. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," He moans as he comes, "You're so perfect, darling, so hot." 

You can only dig your fingers into Namjoon's hard shoulders in response, your voice stuck in your throat as Namjoon gently rocks his hips back and forth, riding out his orgasm as you slowly begin to come down from yours.

Your arms collapse down on the bed as Namjoon pushes himself up to his knees, tenderly rubbing light circles around your clit as he pulls out. 

You feel empty, gaping, after the rough fuck you just had, but the touches help, your thighs trembling with light overstimulation. Namjoon moves his fingers away before it becomes too much, helping you unhook your legs from his hips. 

His dark gaze keeps flickering between your wet, gaping entrance and Jungkook, the younger still jerking himself off. Jungkook's fist is barely moving up and down his length, his knuckles white from how hard he seems to be restraining himself. 

"Darling," Namjoon purrs, catching your half-lidded eyes as exhaustion slowly begins to creep into your body, "Do you think you can go again?"

You could probably roll over and promptly pass right out after the two orgasms you just had back to back, but, a part of you still wants to keep going, wants to help Jungkook and return the favour of making him feel good too. It honestly doesn't look like Jungkook is going to last very long anyway, the tip of his cock leaking another spurt of pre-come with every flick of his wrist. 

Jungkook's cock is pretty, a little smaller than Namjoon's maybe, but still more than enough to fill you up and make you feel good. 

You shudder at how predatory Namjoon's gaze turns as you say, "I–, yeah, I can handle one more round." 

Somehow, you find yourself back to how this all started, Jungkook covering your body as he licks desperately into your mouth. His hands are roaming all over your skin, eager to touch and explore everything he can. His cock is resting heavy against your stomach, the condom already on and his length lubed up for good measure. 

Jungkook inches back, separating his lips from yours to murmur out a loving, "I'm going to take such good care of you, Y/n, promise." 

The simple statement makes your heart flutter and there's not a doubt in your mind that Jungkook doesn't mean it. You know he does.

You open your lips pliantly as he licks back into your mouth, your head filled with nothing but warmth as Namjoon begins running his fingers through your hair. Jungkook shifts down just enough for the tip of his cock to nudge between your folds, never letting go of your lips as he does.

Jungkook embraces your body the best he can, swallowing your moan as he finally pushes inside with a choked whimper of your name. 

a/n: please leave a comment and reblog if you enjoyed the chapter!!

so.... i guess our mc got to have some special bonding time with taegi and namkook in this one, heh? 🫢

this chapter was a beast to write just because there was so much smut happening lol, so apologies that it took some time to get it ready. i can't believe that there's only one chapter left of the story but i'm so excited to share the finale with you soon 🥺 the final lovesick chapter will be posted march 29th as long as everything goes to plan!

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LOVESICK ANNOUNCEMENT

hello friends!!

the final Lovesick chapter will be posted TOMORROW, April 26th, at 7PM CEST! i've been working hard to get it done on time so i can't wait to hear what you guys think about it!! 💖 (pls don't kill me tho lol)

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Heyyyy

is there any au or trope that you think is overrated or that you dislike in general?

That's a good question!! I'm not a big fan of love triangles or amnesia fics personally, they just don't do it for me. I suppose it's not really a trope (and I think I saw Blue mention this too??) but fics about cheating are a HARD pass for me. The only way I can stomach it is if it's happened in the past/'off-screen' or if the character that cheats is a minor character that's only there to bring the main characters together, lol. Cheating fics just makes me feel icky, so I tend to avoid them at all cost!

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lovesick (XV)

— pairing: yandere ot7 x (f) reader — word count: 12.8k — warnings: yandere, obsessive behaviour, explicit sexual content (oral sex (m & f receiving), vaginal sex, etc! just a lot of smut lmao). — summary: You dreamed of the day you would get your very own soulmark. Though, you didn’t expect to wake up to a searing hurt in your arm, the phantom pain of your shoulder being dislocated and your forearm fractured. As if dealing with the worst possible soulmark ever wasn’t bad enough, you also have to come to terms with the fact that you’re being stalked. When the letters and gifts you receive begin to escalate and the police offers no help, you have no other option than to figure out who’s behind it yourself – and hopefully before it’s too late.

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You jolt awake with a cry, scrambling to push yourself up from the couch. The sudden movement sends another wave of blinding hot pain through your body, rendering your arm useless as it buckles underneath you. Your vision swims while you try to gather your senses, a loud ringing echoing inside your head.

"Y/n!" You hear Seokjin call your name as he runs into the living room, his knees hitting the floor with a hard thud as he throws himself down next to the couch. "What's going on?! Are you okay?" 

You feel his fingers on your face, his voice filled with worry as he urges you to take deep breaths. You don't realize how lightheaded you are, your chest excruciatingly tight until you manage to inhale a pitiful amount of air between your pained gasps. You can't remember if you closed your eyes or if the pain made you momentarily black out, but when you manage to pry them open, it's to find five distraught faces looking down at you.

"Y/n, can you hear me?" Namjoon asks, hands hovering over your body as if he can't decide whether or not it's a good idea to touch you.

"Y-yes," You croak, shivering with hurt as another sharp pain blankets your body. You're struggling to pinpoint just where it's coming from, your mind overwhelmed at the suddenness of it all. 

"What happened, darling?"

"Don't know," You stutter, grinding your teeth as your shoulder suddenly begins to throb something fierce. You try to twist over on your side to alleviate the hurt, but all it really accomplishes is just to cause a burst of pain to explode in your foot. 

You choke on your next breath, your stomach turning from the intense discomfort. It doesn't make any sense. You were fine before you laid down to take a nap, so how can you suddenly be in so much pain?

Jimin makes a sad noise as you let out a whimper, his lips bitten red with worry. Through blurry eyes, you find Jungkook and Hoseok standing next to him, their postures screaming distress. All five of them seem to be at just as much of a loss as you are. 

The pain muddles your brain enough that it takes another minute of deep breaths before you realize that you're missing two soulmates. Two soulmates who were supposed to go out into the woods to do something they didn't want to disclose. Something that was supposed to be a surprise.

"Taehyung and Yoongi," You gasp, "They're hurt. I-It's not my pain, it's theirs." 

Understanding dawns on their faces, their worry taking on a newfound urgency. 

"Do you know where they went?" Seokjin asks, throwing a panicked look over his shoulder at the other boys. 

"No, I wasn't–"

Hoseok is cut off when Jungkook suddenly smacks a hand against his chest and exclaims, "I know!"

He straightens up, a determined look replacing his concern as he says, "Yoongi hyung told me before they left. They were headed west towards that patch of smaller trees." 

"I'll come with you," Namjoon springs to his feet, nearly bumping into Jimin as they both start to follow Jungkook towards the door. He sends the blonde a grateful look as Jimin grabs his arm to steady him.

"Careful, hyung, we don't need more injuries today."

"Sorry, sorry," Namjoon mumbles, ducking his head as he hurries to grab his shoes and coat. 

Jimin shakes his head with a sigh, his mouth pressed into a tight line. He spares you another torn look, eyes flickering to Hoseok and Seokjin as he says, "Take good care of Y/n. We'll be back as soon as we can." 

"Of course," Seokjin says.

"You have to find them," You whimper, leaning into Seokjin's touch as he strokes your cheek. 

"They will, sunshine, don't worry," Hoseok steps closer to the couch, occupying the space Namjoon left. He takes your hand into his, giving it a gentle, reassuring squeeze.

Although the pain has already begun to dull ever so slightly, your shoulder and foot keep throbbing harshly at random intervals, making it spike back up again. The deep worry you feel for Yoongi and Taehyung feels almost foreign. Feeling your soulmate's pain like this would usually leave you annoyed – angry, even – that you had been dealt the worst cards when it came to a soulmate bond and that you would have to suffer through a stranger's pain. Now though, it almost leaves you feeling a little relieved. If you didn't know they were in pain you would've been able to send the others out after them.

You don't think anything is broken but judging by the pain in your foot, one of them has definitely sprained their ankle. It could take them hours to make it back without help depending on how far they've walked. It doesn't help that the sun has started to dip in the sky, sure to bring darkness along with its descent. They won't have more than an hour to make it back before the trees become spindly shadows against the snow, making it nearly impossible to navigate the way back to the cabin.

You hear the door open and feel the rush of cold air that whips into the room. You raise your voice as much as you can muster, wincing at how shaky it sounds as you say, "It's going to get dark soon, so please hurry. And be careful." 

"We will, darling," Namjoon promises. The door shuts soon after, muffling their voices as they leave to find Taehyung and Yoongi. 

"You should rest for a bit, angel, it'll make the pain lessen faster," Seokjin's brown eyes swim with sadness as he plants a soft kiss on your nose. He pushes himself to his feet, patting Hoseok's shoulder as he says, "I'll go get the first aid kit ready for them. Hopefully that'll be enough."

"Sounds good, hyung, I'll stay here with Y/n in case she needs anything," Hoseok nods. 

Hoseok perches on the armrest behind your head, smoothing down your hair in slow motions. He hums a low tune as he strokes your head, so attentive and tender that it makes your heart skip a confused beat. Hoseok is one of the boys you've struggled the most to open up to – you can never seem to get a good read on him, to really understand what he's thinking. It's also been awfully difficult to shake off the fact that he was the one to drug you, that he had clearly laid plans to whisk you away no matter who showed up to his shop that evening everything came crashing down. 

And yet, despite it all, you know their recovery is dependent on you treating them all like equals. It's not always easy to do but in moments like this, where Hoseok is sweet and loving, it doesn't feel as daunting of a task. 

You indulge in Hoseok's coddling until the pain feels more bearable, until the sharpness quiets down to a familiar aching hurt. You eventually manage to sit up on the couch, your shoulder awfully sore when you roll it back. You grimace at how stiff your ankle feels as you try to put some weight on it. It's likely going to feel a little uncomfortable in the coming days but it's nothing you can't handle. You've felt way worse pain through the bond before. 

You manage to get to your feet with Hoseok's help, watching as Seokjin paces in front of the front door. He's got everything he might need to help patch Yoongi and Taehyung up laid out on the coffee table; bandages, painkillers and bowls of warm water at the ready. 

It must've been close to an hour since the other boys left and your anxiety feels like it's getting worse by the minute. The sun is just barely peeking over the horizon now and the temperatures are going to start dropping the moment it does. 

Just as you're about to ask Hoseok if the rest of you should join in on the search, you all perk up at the sound of muffled voices in the distance. 

"Thank the gods," Seokjin throws the door open as they get closer to the cabin, running down the steps to meet them halfway.

Hoseok helps you shuffle away from the couches, clearing the space for Taehyung and Yoongi just as the boys start trickling in the door. Yoongi enters first, his arms thrown over Namjoon and Jungkook's shoulders. He's walking with an obvious limp, much paler than usual. Yoongi winces with every step he's forced to take and you can tell that the hike back has been a long and painful experience for him. Namjoon and Jungkook look exhausted too, their faces flushed with exertion despite the cold. It couldn't have been easy to almost have to carry Yoongi the entire way back with such uneven terrain and deep snow. 

"Y/n," Yoongi's pained eyes meet yours the moment he steps inside the cabin. "I'm so sorry, gods, are you okay?"

"Don't worry about me, Yoongi, are you okay?" You shake your head, hoping he doesn't catch how you lean a little more of your weight against Hoseok's chest. The pain is better but it's still there, aching little pulses that flare up your foot whenever Yoongi takes another step. 

"I'm fine, we're fine–" Yoongi hisses as he bumps into the couch, squeezing his eyes shut at the pain. 

"Sorry, hyung," Jungkook winces, working with Namjoon to slowly lower him down onto the cushions. 

Your gaze flies back to the door just as Jimin helps Taehyung through it, his arm wrapped tightly against his chest with the scarf you saw Jungkook throw on earlier. Jimin has his arm around Taehyung's waist, keeping him steady as they move over to the other couch.  Seokjin follows closely behind them, fretting over every little wince and grimace Taehyung makes when his arm gets jostled. 

"Shit, Y/n, are you alright?" Taehyung pauses to grab your hand as he shuffles past you and Hoseok. He looks like a kicked puppy, his eyes growing glossy as he notices how you favour one side of your body over the other. 

"I'm really okay, Tae, the worst of it has already passed," You reassure him with a shaky smile. You give his fingers a squeeze, gently shooing him over to the couch so that he can rest. 

"You should sit down, sunshine," Hoseok murmurs against your ear.

At your nod, he assists you over to the first available chair, keeping the pace slow to mind your limp. You feel lightheaded by the time you sit down, echoes of pain flowing through the bond as the other boys help Yoongi and Taehyung remove their outerwear.

Yoongi lets out a pained groan as his shoe is inched off his injured foot, head thrown back against the couch as he tries to breathe through the hurt. Taehyung lets out a string of curses as he's forced to move his arm, biting his lip to stifle a shout as his jacket gets pulled off. Even while they're in pain they keep throwing apologies your way, sending you devastated looks whenever you wince or shift around. 

"What happened?" You ask as Seokjin and Namjoon rummage through the supplies on the table, looking for bandages and anything that might offer them a little support.

Selfishly, you can't bear to hear another apology from them.

You can't deny that it's nice to finally feel cared for while you're in pain, to finally hear someone be sorry for the hurt they've inadvertently caused you, but you don't want it like this. You can't stand that they're prioritizing your pain over their own, like they don't matter just as much. It makes you feel sick – guilty – your heart tight and aching at how quick they are to disregard themselves completely. 

"It was stupid," Yoongi grumbles, wincing as Namjoon moves his leg.

He shares a look with Taehyung, sighing as he admits, "We wanted to surprise you with a tree for Christmas. We figured it might make things feel a little more normal around here, with you know.. Ah, anyway– Joon, shit!" Yoongi cuts himself off with a hiss as Namjoon tightens the bandage around his ankle. 

"Sorry hyung, but it has to provide some support," Namjoon frowns. He pats Yoongi's thigh soothingly as he waits for the worst of the pain to pass. 

"We got hurt on the way back," Taehyung continues, picking up where Yoongi left off. "There was an icy patch hidden underneath the snow that Yoongi hyung had no chance of seeing, so he slipped and rolled his ankle. We were balancing the tree on our shoulders to make the trek back a little easier, but when hyung fell and I tried to reach out to catch him, all of the weight bore down on my shoulder." 

Taehyung's hand hovers above his shoulder, grimacing as he says, "I must've pulled something when it happened." 

"I'm sorry," You whisper. "You got hurt trying to do something nice for me–" 

Yoongi and Taehyung begin protesting immediately, grimacing and wincing as they try to shuffle closer despite the pain. 

"None of that," Seokjin tsks, holding Taehyung put while Namjoon does the same to Yoongi. "Accidents happen. This is no one's fault, so I don't want to hear any more apologies. Understood?" 

Both Taehyung and Yoongi murmur out a reluctant, 'yes hyung'. 

"Understood," You echo with a small nod as Seokjin turns to look at you.

His stern expression melts in an instant, his plump lips pursing in thought as he says, "We can still try to make things a little more festive here, no? It's Christmas, after all. I have some of the extra decorations leftover from the shop in my car." 

"I'll go get them, hyung!" Jungkook jumps to his feet, the earlier exhaustion wiped from his face at the prospect of making the cabin look a little more cozy for you. 

Seokjin tosses him his keys. "If Jungkookie takes care of the decorations, I'll go get started on the food. Since my sous chef is unavailable, I'll allow you to join me in the kitchen just this once Namjoon. But you're on stirring duty only!" 

"Hyung, are you sure?" Namjoon glances towards the kitchen, looking a little spooked. "You know I almost burned–" 

"I know," Seokjin cuts him off with a sigh. "But I trust you even less around string lights and ladders. So kitchen duty it is." 

Jimin shoots Seokjin an unsure look as he pats Taehyung's hair, clearly not convinced that cooking is the safest option. But as Seokjin begins to herd Namjoon out of the living room, Jimin simply shrugs and says, "I guess I'll go grab the tree then."

"The tree?" You ask, confused.

"Mhm," Jimin hums, "I couldn't let their hard work go to waste. It's probably going to look a little messed up since I had to drag it the entire way, but it's better than nothing." 

"Thanks, Jiminie," Taehyung smiles. "You should bring Hobi hyung with you, it's going to be hard to get it up the stairs alone." 

"Yeah, I'll help," Hoseok offers easily. You feel a finger settle under your chin before Hoseok turns your head to look at him, "Will you be fine on your own, sunshine? I can stay if you want." 

You shake your head. "I'm okay, really. You should help Jimin get it inside so that there are no more injuries today. I'll look after Taehyung and Yoongi." 

"Alright. Just shout if you need us," Hoseok says, kissing your cheek. 

Jimin looks Yoongi and Taehyung over one last time before he joins Hoseok by your chair, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead as he murmurs, "I'm glad you're okay, baby. We won't be gone for long." 

The cabin explodes in a flurry of activity after that.

Jungkook hauls in a few boxes of decorations and lights he begins to hang around the living room, asking for your opinion on where it would look best. He promptly ignores every suggestion Taehyung and Yoongi make, grinning mischievously at their annoyed groans whenever he does the opposite of what they propose.

Hoseok and Jimin eventually get the tree inside, spending the better part of an hour trying to get it to stand straight in the tree stand Yoongi brought along. Pots and pans keep banging around in the kitchen, Namjoon sheepishly apologizing every time a loud sound echoes through the cabin.

All the while, you try your best to tend to Yoongi and Taehyung. They refuse at first, making sure you don't move around more than necessary, but eventually, they both have to agree when you offer to bring them some water or help readjust them. The phantom pain you feel through the bond has calmed down enough that there's only a slight ache whenever you move around, making it far more manageable than before.

It has long since grown dark out by the time you all gather in the living room again. The string lights twinkle, giving the room a soft glow alongside the crackling fireplace. The food Seokjin and Namjoon prepared smells delicious and there's a peaceful quiet over the cabin as you all dig in. You could have never imagined last year that you would spend Christmas like this, stuck in a cabin with your lovesick soulmates. But despite everything that has happened, it's actually surprisingly nice. You don't want to admit it but it feels right to sit crammed between Seokjin and Jimin on the couch, passing food back and forth and giggling at how affronted Yoongi looks whenever Namjoon offers to feed him ("–Ah, seriously, I injured my foot, not my hands, Namjoon-ah").

Once dinner is cleared away, you're shocked to find yourself presented with seven gifts, each of the boys bashfully handing you a present. You know not to refuse anything you're given so you hesitantly accept the small pile, unwrapping them under the group's adoring eyes. Your growing boredom must have been obvious because all of the gifts consist of some kind of crafts or things you can do to keep yourself busy. There are some personal touches too, like how Hoseok has included a box of the heart-shaped chocolates you enjoyed so much at his shop and how Yoongi shyly gives you an old mp3 player with songs he thinks you'll like. When you try to apologize for not giving them anything in return, Hoseok makes your heart squeeze with uneasy fondness as he says, "Don't worry about that, sunshine. You're the best gift we could ever get." 

Later, once the Christmas movie Jungkook brought along with him begins to roll its credits, you know it's time to end the night. 

You can tell that everyone is tired, both emotionally and physically, from the long day you've all had. Most of the boys have been half asleep for the latter part of the movie so you only get a few sleepy protests as you begin to usher them off to bed. They go easily once you promise that you'll call out for them if you need anything, their tired feet dragging along the floor as they head for their rooms. 

Namjoon pauses when he realizes that you're not following, his voice ladled with exhaustion as he says, "Darling? Are you not coming?" 

"You can head to bed first, Joon, I'll join you after I've helped Yoongi and Taehyung get settled," You take a step forward to peck his cheek, smiling at the yawn Namjoon tries to hide behind his hand. 

"Mhm, okay. Don't take too long, you've been through a lot today too," Namjoon murmurs.

"I won't," You promise, watching as he shuffles off to his room. 

Your smile falters as Namjoon walks away, guilt worming its way back in as you turn to look at Taehyung and Yoongi. You know what Seokjin said is true, that their accident was no one's fault and that things like this happen, but a part of you still feels bad. There is a tiny voice inside of your head that revels in the fact that they're in pain, that they deserve it after everything they've put you through, but it's overshadowed by how heavy, remorseful, your bond feels – like an itch under your skin you're desperate to soothe. 

And you know exactly what you need to do to settle your bond, what it requires in order to alleviate your guilt. It's nothing you haven't done before, but it does send a flurry of nerves through your body to know that you'll be doing it with them. 

"What are you thinking so hard about, Y/n?" Yoongi's low drawl drags you out of your thoughts. 

"Nothing," You shake your head, breathing through the fluttering in your stomach as you head towards the couch they're sitting on. Taehyung was moved over to Yoongi's couch earlier in the evening, giving them both plenty of space to rest while making sure that no one else would be accidentally bumping into them while moving around. 

Taehyung leans forward as you draw near, wincing, as he readies himself to stand up with your help. You place a hand on his good shoulder, squeezing it lightly to make him look up. 

"Babe?" Taehyung asks, confused, as you gently nudge him back down on the couch. He looks at you with big eyes as you carefully kneel in the space between him and Yoongi on the cushions, your hand drifting from his shoulder to his cheek. 

"Just give me a minute," You murmur, softly running your thumb across the mole underneath his eye. Taehyung's skin feels warm under your fingertips, his pink lips parting in surprise at the intimate touch. 

"I just wanted to thank you both for thinking of me. It's cute that you wanted to surprise me with a tree, I really do appreciate it."

"Y/n–" Taehyung looks like he's about to apologize again, his lips forming into a sad pout, and that's not what you want.

You lean forward before you can overthink it, pressing your mouth to Taehyung's. You hear the hitch in his breath as he's caught off guard, can feel how his body tenses while he processes what's happening. You simply breathe against each other's lips for a moment, Taehyung's eyelashes fluttering against the top of your thumb as he closes his eyes.

It's like a switch is flipped in Taehyung once the initial shock subsides, his mouth surging forward to capture yours in a heated kiss. It's hungry and needy, the way Taehyung's lips move against yours; his tongue working its way into your mouth, dipping it inside to meet yours. Taehyung's good arm sneaks around your waist, pulling you closer as he kisses you hard. He seems to grow more intense at every small sound that leaves you, the slick smacking of your lips parting and meeting only emboldening him further. 

You feel all consumed by Taehyung's kisses, your mind going blank with the urge to feel, to do, more. It's only when you begin to feel lightheaded that you break away, leaning back to breathe as Taehyung chases after your mouth. He settles for kissing your jaw, mouthing down your neck as far as his body allows him to without straining his injury. Your hand has drifted back down his shoulder during your kiss, the material of his shirt fisted tightly between your fingers as you fill your lungs with air. 

"I've waited for this for so long," Taehyung murmurs against your skin. "I was so jealous that Jiminie was the first one to touch you. I could barely hold myself back from barging into the room that night, the sounds you made–" He nips at your throat with a low groan.

Embarrassment floods your cheeks immediately, the back of your neck growing hot. You know that the rooms aren't soundproof in the cabin but you didn't realize that they all heard you. You guess that explains why they looked to be burning with jealousy the morning after.

"You looked so pretty all marked up babe, it's a shame they faded." 

You let out a quiet gasp as Taehyung sucks your skin between his lips, leaving a mark just below your chin. You can hear the smirk in his voice as he says, "Good thing we can always give you more, right?" 

Taehyung works his way back up to your lips, recapturing them in a bruising kiss. You mewl against his mouth as he bites down on your bottom lip, pulling it between his own. It's hard to keep your restraint, to be careful about where you touch, when Taehyung kisses you so fiercely. Your body feels like it's filled with electricity, jittery and hot under Taehyung's touch. 

You jerk back with a startle as Yoongi loudly clears his throat, whipping your head to the side to watch him with wide eyes. He raises an eyebrow in response, his gaze dark as it roams over your face, drinking in how affected you look. 

"I'm still here," He grumbles, rolling his eyes at the annoyed sound Taehyung makes at being interrupted.

"Sorry," You smile sheepishly, pulling back fully from Taehyung in order to face Yoongi.

The corner of his lips quirks up into a smile as he reaches out to cup the back of your neck, his fingers cool against your heated skin. He pulls you closer until your lips brush, a content sigh leaving Yoongi's mouth before he slots your lips together. Yoongi takes his time exploring your mouth, figuring out what makes you tick. He kisses you soft and slow, teasing, as his fingers rub against the base of your neck. 

You have one hand resting on Yoongi's chest for support, feeling the rapid beat of his heart against your palm despite his languid pace. It's only when you let out a breathy moan as he swipes his tongue over your lips that he begins to crack, his kisses turning a little more heated. Once Yoongi's patience seems to have run dry, he tugs you forward, using the grip he has on your neck to pull you flush against his chest. 

The sudden movement makes you lose your balance, your fingers digging into Yoongi's chest as you throw your other hand out in search for support. You stiffen as you feel your fingers come into contact with denim, the punched-out groan that Taehyung lets out alerting you that it's definitely not his leg that you're accidentally touching. 

"Tae, shit, I'm sorry–" You turn around as much as Yoongi's hold allows you to, quickly removing your hand.

Your fingers have barely left his jeans when Taehyung reaches out to grab it, covering your hand with his own as he pushes it firmly back down to cup his cock. He watches you intently, his half-lidded gaze burning into yours as he presses down on your fingers, making you squeeze around his length. 

His moan covers your small gasp as you instinctively tighten your grip, feeling how big he's growing under your hand. Even through his jeans you can tell that Taehyung is long and thick, that he'd probably feel so good inside of you–

"You can keep going if you want, babe," Taehyung says as he slowly removes his hand from yours, as if he's reading the thoughts swirling around inside your head.

"I–" You glance back up at Taehyung's face, embarrassed that you've been caught practically salivating over the idea of his cock. He smirks as he throws a glance at Yoongi, his voice low and enchanting as he adds, "Neither of us mind." 

Yoongi's fingers twitch at the back of your neck, prompting you to turn your head back to look at him. Yoongi's lips are bitten red, his eyes glued to where your hand is cupping Taehyung's cock. His dark eyes shift up to briefly look at you as he feels your gaze on his face, his pale cheeks flushing pink under your attention.

Yoongi's cute complexion is such a contrast to his filthy mouth as he admits, "Can't stop thinking about how good you'd look choking on our cocks." 

Your breath hitches at the image that floods your brain. You squeeze your thighs together as your core throbs with want, trying your best not to squirm under their heated gazes.

"Fuck, you can't say that hyung," Taehyung groans, pushing his hips up to grind against your hand. The motion makes him wince as he tenses his injured shoulder, but he doesn't seem to care about the pain, not when you're finally touching him. 

"I shouldn't," You stutter, unsure. "You're both hurt. I don't want to accidentally cause you any more pain." 

"If you don't want to, it's okay, Y/n," Yoongi traces a finger along the curve of your jaw, his fingertip dipping down to press against the mark Taehyung left earlier. He smiles at the shaky gasp you let out, "But you don't have to worry about hurting us. We're big boys, we'll be fine." 

"What hyung said," Taehyung nods. His sultry expression melts into something a little more cute, his lips curving into a pout as he rolls his hips against your hand and says, "Please?" 

Your intention was never to take things this far – you were only supposed to give them each a kiss as a thank you and apology before helping them to bed. But now that you're already here, with Yoongi and Taehyung so affected and you all wanting it, you don't see why you can't take things just a little bit further.

"Yeah, okay," You bite your lip. "How do you want me?" 

Yoongi lets out a low curse at your words, palming himself over his sweats. His voice is thick with arousal as he says, "On your knees, love." 

You nod, getting off the couch to sink to your knees on the cold floor. Taehyung takes it upon himself to shuffle closer to Yoongi, closing the gap between them to make it easier for you to touch both at the same time. You can tell the movement pains him but it must be just light enough to not echo through the bond.

Frowning, you slap his thigh lightly once he settles. "Stop hurting yourself. If I see you look uncomfortable, I'm stopping. We can do this when you're better, it doesn't have to happen now." 

"Sorry," Taehyung grumbles, "I really am fine though. I swear I'll be good and sit still." 

"You better," You say, narrowing your eyes in a half-threat as you slide your hand down to his knee.

You shuffle closer to the couch, placing yourself in the middle of them. Yoongi has his right foot elevated on the coffee table behind you, leaving his legs spread and knocking into Taehyung's parted knees. 

As soon as you're settled, they both reach into their pants to free themselves. Taehyung fumbles with his zipper, having a hard time opening it with one hand. You reach forward to help him, unzipping his jeans as he pushes his underwear just below his cock. It springs up against his stomach the moment it's freed, hard and leaking and big. 

"Oh," You blink, licking your lips. 

You turn to Yoongi, ready to help him too, when you realize that he's already managed to inch his sweats down his hips by himself. It's just enough to get his cock out, the tip pink and wet as he drags his fist slowly up and down, stroking himself to full hardness. He doesn't look quite as big as Taehyung but you think he'd feel perfect on your tongue; be just the right thickness to stretch your lips around. 

You don't have to think long about who you're going to touch first, Yoongi eliminating your problem as he grunts out a low, "Go ahead, you can start with Taehyungie."

Taehyung's dark eyes rest heavy on your face, his lip caught between his teeth. He lets his hands fall down to his sides, giving you space as he murmurs out a hoarse please.

You inch to the side, situating yourself better between Taehyung's legs as you rest your hands on his thighs. You feel them tense in anticipation under your touch. Taehyung sucks in a breath as you reach forward to wrap your fingers delicately around his cock, thumbing at the leaking head to make the glide easier as you give him a few slow pumps.

He murmurs something unintelligible under his breath when you lean down to mouth at the tip, circling it with your tongue and sucking lightly just over his slit. A burst of salty pre-come hits your tongue before you move down further, flatly licking up the underside of his cock. You resume stroking Taehyung's cock as you return your focus to the leaking tip, taking care to cover your teeth as you take him into your mouth.

You know you won't be able to handle all of Taehyung's length, he's simply too big and it's been years since you had any practice. But he doesn't seem to mind it as you exhale and slowly lower yourself down his cock, feeling the hard length brush against the back of your throat as you swallow him down. You stop when your lips touch your fist, glancing up at Taehyung to find him looking at you through heavy lids.

"Fuck, babe, I can't believe you're real," Taehyung moans, digging his fingers into the seat cushions to have something to ground himself in. 

"You look so good," Yoongi drawls, the slick sounds of his fist letting you know he's jerking himself off to the sight of you sucking Taehyung's cock. 

The praise makes you let out a soft moan, the vibrations massaging Taehyung's length. He lets out a deep groan as you pull back until you just have the head of his cock resting in your mouth, suckling on the sensitive skin for a moment before you sink back down. Taehyung's size already has a subtle ache forming in your jaw, but it feels worth it when you hear the high moans and deep groans he lets out as you repeat the motion, the soft praises that fall from both Taehyung and Yoongi's lips.

You still the hand that has continued to stroke the part you can't get your mouth around, rebalancing yourself to blindly reach out for Yoongi. They're close enough that you manage to fumble your way over to his cock, your hand closing around his with a gentle squeeze. 

"Y/n," Yoongi lets his hand fall away with a deep moan, his cock so slick with pre-come that he almost feels wet from it. 

You do your best to pleasure Yoongi while you continue to suck off Taehyung, not wanting one of them to feel left out. There's a small moment of doubt that hits you as you hear their twin moans echo inside the living room, a brief thought of what the hell are you doing flashing inside of your head, but it vanishes as Taehyung's deep voice praises you; as he tells you how good you're being. 

"Shit, I'm already close," Yoongi groans. He grabs your wrist, giving it a gentle tug as he says, "I need your mouth, Y/n. Please." 

You glance up at Taehyung, noting the displeased clench of his jaw at Yoongi's interruption. Still, after a little prompting as you pull away from his cock, making him replace the loss of your mouth with his hand, he eventually grunts and concedes, "You should take care of hyung first, babe." 

You have to fight to not roll your eyes at the petulant tone he uses, like he's a child that doesn't want to share his toy with anyone else. You carefully inch your way over to Yoongi, taking care not to put any pressure on his injured leg or jostling it as you get into a somewhat comfortable position.

It's a little awkward, but it doesn't seem like Yoongi cares as you finally lean down to take him into your mouth. Already warmed up from Taehyung, it feels easier to swallow down Yoongi's length.

You were right that his cock is the perfect thickness, just enough to give your lips that slight stretch without it being too uncomfortable. The moment your lips are wrapped around the head of his cock, Yoongi begins carding his hand through your hair, tucking your locks away to make sure he can see your face. 

"You're perfect, so good," Yoongi sighs, voice warm with affection. 

You feel his cock twitch against your tongue as you dip it into his slit, his deep moans turning choked as you finally start taking more of him into your mouth. Knowing he's already close, you begin bobbing your head the moment you have him down your throat, trying your best to relax so that you can fit more into your mouth each time you lower yourself down. 

Yoongi lets out a punched groan as the tip of his cock finally hits the back of your throat, your nose almost pressed against his stomach.

"Fuck, Y/n, I'm really not going to last," Yoongi warns as you swallow around him, his thighs shaking under your hands as his climax approaches. You let out a pleased moan as he curls his hand into your hair, the pressure of his fingers as he tugs on your hair making warmth pool in your stomach. 

"Don't–" Yoongi cuts himself off with a gasp at your moan, the low vibrations feeling heavenly around his cock. 

You look up at Yoongi, meeting his lust-filled gaze as you hollow your cheeks and give him a particularly harsh suck. The vacuum it creates seems to be what pushes Yoongi over the edge, the hand in your hair flexing as he goes rigid with a deep groan, curses falling freely from his lips as his release spills down your throat. You keep swallowing around him, prolonging his orgasm for as long as possible until your throat begins to protest. You gently pull off his cock, suckling around the tip for a moment to properly clean him off before you release him with a soft pop. 

Yoongi looks absolutely boneless where he's melted into the couch, his pale skin flushed pink and his expression blissed out. Yoongi has released the tight grip on your hair, patting it back down in place as he mumbles, "Thank you, Y/n, shit, you're too fucking good for us." 

A low grunt from your right calls your attention back to Taehyung.

He has been strangely silent while you touched Yoongi, and the expression he wears as you turn to him explains why. He looks hungry. A little feral at the sight of you pleasuring another soulmate. The intensity in his gaze makes a shiver travel down your spine, your throat dry as you shuffle back in between his spread legs. Your knees ache from the hard floors, but judging by the way Taehyung is squeezing the base of his cock, the head dark and dripping, you don't think it's going to be an issue for much longer. 

"I need to use your mouth, babe, please. Can I?" 

You lick your lips, ignoring the soreness in your throat as you hoarsely say, "Yeah, you can." 

Taehyung groans at how wrecked you sound, his long fingers sliding into place at the back of your head, urging you forward. You've replaced the hand he had on his cock, holding him in place as you take him back into your mouth. Breathing through your nose, you relax your throat as much as possible, fighting the urge to gag as Taehyung slowly brings you down just a little further than what you took of him the first time. He doesn't push you past your comfort zone however, his grip guiding you back up before you grow uncomfortable. You tap Taehyung's thigh with your free hand, giving him the go to use your mouth to chase his orgasm. 

Taehyung's grip tightens in your hair and that's all the warning you get before he picks up his pace. Despite his injury and despite the fact that he can't really buckle his hips, Taehyung still manages to fuck your mouth, his pace punishing as he bobs you up and down his cock. Drool dribbles down your chin, making it all the more messier. He really wasn't lying when he said he wanted to use your mouth. 

A particularly hard shove makes you gag, the tip of his cock bumping against the back of your throat. Taehyung moans, mumbling out a bated, "It's okay babe, you can take it." 

He slows his pace ever so slightly, just enough for your fingers to stop digging into his leg. Once he feels you relax, he picks it back up, letting out a series of pitched grunts and moans as he begins to near his climax.

"Fuck, I– Can I come down your throat, Y/n?" Taehyung pulls you back just enough for you to nod, to give him the final permission he needs to really let loose. He throws his head back against the couch, mouth open with pleasure as he pushes you back down.

Your throat feels ravaged by the time Taehyung holds you still, your lips pressed against your fist as he begins to come. He starts easing you back before he's finished, a few spurts of come coating your tongue as he rests the tip there. He looks at you through dark, sated eyes, the corner of his lip quirking as he gently pulls you off his cock. 

You swallow down his come with a minor wince, not quite used to the taste yet. You hang your head, resting it on Taehyung's knee as you take deep breaths to ease the tightness in your chest, to slow the racing of your heart. Taehyung lets up the tight grip on your hair, massaging your scalp to ease the sting that lingers.

His voice sounds reverent as he says, "You took us both so well, Y/n, just like you were made for us. Gods, there's really no one who compares to you." 

"Absolutely perfect," Yoongi agrees, reaching out to wipe some of the drool from your chin. 

You're not so sure about that.

"I should get us cleaned up," You grimace, leaning back on your legs to look up at them. Yoongi shakes his head, motioning to how both of them have tucked themselves back into their underwear while you were catching your breath.

"We're fine, love. I'm sorry we can't be of much help, but you should go freshen up first and we'll wait here." 

Right, it had somehow completely slipped your mind that you needed to help them get into bed after this. And that Namjoon is probably still up, waiting for you. 

Shit. 

You shake out the pins and needles in your legs, face warm, as you slowly get to your feet. Taehyung catches your hand before you can step away from the couch. 

"I promise we're going to repay you next time for how good you've been for us, Y/n. We might not be able to now, but once we're better, we're going to make you come so much you forget your own name." 

Taehyung smirks as he sees your throat bob, at how your fingers harden around his as you no doubt imagine it. They send you off to the bathroom on unstable legs, the knot in your stomach tight with want as you lightly brush your fingers over your sore throat.

Next time. 

"Tannie!" You sink to the floor with a grin, fawning over the fluffy pomeranian that has skidded to a halt in front of you. 

Yeontan flops to the ground, wriggling around on his back until you give him the attention he demands. He lets out a few happy snorts as you rub his belly, his tongue lolling out his mouth. 

The sight of him fills you with so much joy you feel like you could burst. You didn't realize just how much you missed seeing something that wasn't just your soulmates until Yeontan came running into the cabin, his small paws pattering across the floor. 

"You're so cute," You coo, carding your fingers through Yeontan's silky fur. 

"Tannie, I missed you," Jeongguk pouts as he perches himself next to you on the floor. He laughs as Yeontan wriggles his body closer, making sure he gets double the pets and attention. 

"Traitor," You snort.

Taehyung and Yoongi come shuffling through the door, a large bag of kibble carried between them. You have no idea how such a small dog is supposed to be able to eat all of that, but you suppose the amount will at least last him a long time. Taehyung kicks the door shut behind him, motioning for Yoongi to place it down next to the rest of Yeontan's things. 

You had tried to not look too eager when they had brought up the situation with Yeontan a few days ago over dinner. Taehyung had explained that while his parents had been watching him whenever he and Yoongi were both at the cabin, they both missed him too much to keep that going. Yeontan also seemed confused that they were hardly around at the same time anymore, often waiting by the door for Yoongi to return home when it was Taehyung's turn back in the city and vice versa. 

You could tell the story tugged on everyone's heartstrings, Jeongguk's eyes turning big and pleading as he voiced his yes to bringing Yeontan to live with you all in the cabin. No one really needed any convincing, all of the boys agreeing one by one as they admitted to missing the little fur ball themselves. 

The effect of him brightening up the cabin is instantaneous, laughter and coos filling the air as all of the boys come over to give Yeontan a small pet or scratch of their own. You indulge Yeontan in playing and jumping around until he begins to grow tired, his small whine near the couch prompting you to scoop him right up and cuddle with him instead. Yeontan makes himself at home in your lap, practically melting into a pile of fluff as you pet his back. 

The other boys are scattered around the room, all doing their own things but keeping close nonetheless. You let your gaze drift, a little lost in thought until you zero in on the book in Namjoon's hand. It's a well-known classic, The tale of two Soulmates, and the cover is worn enough that you can tell it must be one of Namjoon's favorites. 

The sight of it, the reminder that you still haven't brought up the lovesickness to the boys, makes your stomach turn uneasily. You've been meaning to do it, it has just never seemed like the right time. Maybe now is as good as ever though.

You softly clear your throat, catching Namjoon's eyes as he peeks over the spine. 

"You know the books you brought me before Christmas, the ones about soulmates? It mentioned soulbonds where there's one nucleus soulmate, which is kinda like our bond, right?" You try to keep your voice light, with just the right amount of disinterest, as you seek cover for your trembling fingers in Yeontan's fur.  

"That's what we think, yeah," Namjoon nods, lowering his book to give you his full attention. You can see out of the corner of your eye that Hoseok and Yoongi have stopped what they're doing to listen in to your conversation as well. 

"It did say that it was possible," You pause, swallowing hard at the excitement that grows on Namjoon's face. "But, um, it also mentioned an interesting side effect to the bond? Something that could happen if it wasn't nurtured properly."

"Oh?" Namjoon's face grows suspicious immediately, gaze flickering over to Yoongi and Hoseok.

You don't dare to turn your head to see what they think.

"I think it was called soul sickness? The book said that bonds with a nucleus often suffer from a weakened connection to the rest of the soul-group. It mentioned that if the soulmates don't spend enough time together after the first contact is made, it can lead to the others becoming, um, obsessive and irrational? And that they can even be influenced by each other's emotions if they feel strongly enough about something." 

You avert your eyes halfway through your explanation, your voice growing weaker at the silence that blankets the room. You know that all of them are listening in even if they pretend to be busy with something else, even if they aren't as obviously interested as Hoseok and Yoongi. 

It's Jimin that finally breaks the quiet. "Baby, if that was true, there would've been a lot more research done on it by now." 

"But there's not really any science that can back up our bond either. That doesn't make it any less real," You snap back, remembering a little too late that your whole plan was to not seem like you're accusing them of something. 

"So what?" Hoseok says, "You think we're sick, is that it?"

Yes.

"No, well, that's not–" You stutter, braving a quick look around the room. All of their postures scream defensive, their metaphorical hackles raised and ready to fight back. Jungkook looks particularly troubled at the new information, like a small part of him maybe believes it too. 

"That's not what I'm saying," You backtrack, knowing absolutely nothing good will come out of trying to convince them that something is wrong with the bond. They're just going to bite back even harder, maybe even start to doubt you again, and you can't let that happen. You won't be able to bear it – not again.

"I just said it was interesting, not that you have it!" You shake your head, plastering on a smile that probably looks as fake as it feels. 

Maybe it would be easier to convince them if you had proof, if there was more research done on it, but as it stands, there's no way they're ever going to see it themselves. They are sick after all and hardly any of the things they've done so far have registered as wrong in their minds. It would be easier to talk a brick wall into thinking it was made of wood than to make the boys realize they're obsessive and suffering from lovesickness. 

"Right," Namjoon says, scanning your face intently, "it is an interesting concept. Thank you for sharing it with us." 

"Of course," You mumble. 

Surprisingly, disappointment sits heavy in your stomach. You knew it was a long shot to bring it up with them, but a small part of you hoped that maybe they would see it, that they weren't that far gone yet. Even if you did read Jungkook's face right, what does it matter? He's never going to go against the others, not on something like this. You should've known this was a lost cause.

You busy yourself with petting Yeontan until the tension in the room begins to dissipate, until Namjoon returns to his book and the others go back to what they were doing before. You'll probably have to lay it on extra thick for a while to make sure they don't suspect you of anything. 

You let out a small sigh, turning your head to watch the world go on as normal outside the cabin windows. A couple of small birds flutter by, their chirps signalling the arrival of spring. Most of the snow outside has already melted, the muddy grass once again showing its face along with a few clusters of snowdrops. You can't quite believe how much time has passed, how autumn has turned to winter and then turned to spring, all in this cabin. Yoongi and Taehyung's injuries have long since healed up completely.

Things are good now, nice even – you hate to admit it, but you actually like them now, can feel your heart skip a beat whenever they touch or kiss you – but it doesn't change the fact that you're still stuck here. 

You pout down at Yeontan as he licks your hand, ruffling his fur as he begins to wiggle around again. You might feel stifled here, but you can at least make sure that Yeontan doesn't. 

Scooping him into your arms, you rise from the couch, once again catching the attention of seven pairs of watchful eyes. You plaster on your best smile, waving Yeontan's paw as you say, "Let's bring Tannie outside for a walk." 

"Jungkook," You gasp, moving your slick lips against his in a heated kiss. 

You’ve been finding yourself in these situations quite often lately. 

One minute you're trying to help Jungkook study and the next, you're on your back on his bed, textbooks strewn on the floor as he kisses you senseless. He has you caged in against the mattress, one hand cupping the back of your neck, angling your lips closer to his as he licks into your mouth. 

Jungkook always tastes like strawberries – like he's been enjoying your favourite candy a little too much and now the flavour permanently clings to his lips. You can't get enough of it. Some days, you even find yourself a little desperate for a taste.

You squeeze your thighs at the breathy moan Jungkook lets out as you twist your fingers into his hair, fire licking up the insides of your belly. You need more. 

But, before you can show Jungkook just how much you want him, the door bursts open as a flustered Namjoon stumbles in. 

"Shit, sorry, I didn't realize I put that much force behind it–" Namjoon trails off as he takes in the sight of Jungkook sprawled on top of you, his expression growing sheepish as it dawns on him what he walked in on.

Namjoon tightens his grip on the door as his eyes scan you both from top to bottom, his body and mind torn between wanting to stay and knowing he should go as he murmurs, "Should I go? Yeah, I should, ah, I'm sorry."

Once the surprise of Namjoon's sudden entrance fades and your heart stops galloping like it's trying to break out of your chest, you sneak a glance up at Jungkook, catching his eye. Seeing the silent question in your gaze he gives you a small nod, sucking on his red-bitten lower lip as you turn to face Namjoon. 

"You don't have to, you can stay if you want. You could, um, join us?" You ask.

You know Jungkook must be able to feel how your neck is heating up under his fingertips, a little shyness always persisting no matter how much time you spend with them. You've always been the type that prefers a monogamous relationship, so it's still an adjustment that it's okay to want all seven – to let yourself be touched and loved by more than one person at a time. 

"You sure?" Namjoon takes a small step into the room, hesitant to intrude. 

It's been an adjustment for the boys too, to understand that if they want to spend time alone with you, they also need to allow the others to do the same thing. They all have their moments though, when their possessiveness grows a little too intense and things get a little heated, but it has never progressed past a few dirty looks and snide comments. 

"Come here, hyung," Jungkook gives the back of your neck a light squeeze before he rolls to the side, giving Namjoon room to join you both on the bed. 

Jungkook settles on his elbow next to you as Namjoon hurries to close the door, locking it for good measure this time. Your breath catches in your throat as Namjoon strides across the room, pushing up the sleeves of his shirt to reveal his toned forearms. The bed dips as he crawls over you, taking Jungkook's place. Namjoon's eyes are glued to your mouth, one hand coming up to cradle your jaw as he uses the other to support his weight. 

"Hi, darling," He murmurs softly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss against your lips. 

"Joon," You whine as you run your hands up his arms, locking them behind his neck. You give him a pleading look as you pull him closer, your earlier kisses with Jungkook having gotten you too fired up to take things slow and tender. 

"Okay, okay, I got you," The corner of Namjoon's mouth quirks as he runs his thumb over your cheek, taking a moment to drink in your pretty features before he yields and captures your lips. 

Namjoon lets you set the pace, matching your eagerness as he kisses you back with just as much fervor as you give him. You bite down on his bottom lip, nibbling on the soft flesh until he parts his mouth and allows you to deepen the kiss. You let out a breathy moan at how messy and hungry it is, your core clenching at how big Namjoon feels above you, his body burning hot where he's pressed flush against you. 

It's not your first kiss with Namjoon – it's far from it actually. After checking that you were okay when you got into bed that night you helped Yoongi and Taehyung, he practically devoured you.

In fact, it seemed to be the final straw for all of them, as they all sought you out in the following days to have their own kisses. You've lost count of how many times you've been kissed in the past two months but you think it might be more than most share in their whole lifetime.

While you're no longer a stranger to Namjoon or Jungkook's lips, there's still a small tingle that accompanies them being pressed against yours, your bond rejoicing at the intimate contact.

Your breath stutters as you feel another hand settle on your hip, drawing lazy circles into the exposed skin. Your sweater has ridden up, allowing Jungkook to easily glide his hand across your stomach, mapping out your skin all the way from your ribs to the waistband of your pants. 

You whimper into Namjoon's mouth as Jungkook noses against your neck, fitting himself into the space as he plants fleeting kisses on the delicate skin there. Namjoon angles your head to give Jungkook better access, smiling as the first scrape of teeth against your throat makes you moan. 

The sensation of Namjoon's tongue curling around yours just as Jungkook licks across the bruised skin is almost too much, your thighs rubbing together to create a little bit of friction for your aching core. 

"Y/n," Jungkook utters your name too shyly for what he just did to you, his words catching in a small stutter as he asks, "Can I eat you out?" 

"Fuck," Namjoon groans, detaching his lips from yours to give you some space to breathe. 

You're a little caught off guard by the sudden request but the mental image it produces is enough to make your whole body feel hot, flushed from head to toe. Gods, you want it. 

"Y-yeah, you can," You stutter.

Namjoon and Jungkook are quick to help you undress, their own shirts and pants disappearing somewhere in the process too. You fight the urge to cover yourself as you lay back down in the middle of the bed, their heated gazes as they drink in your bare body making you squirm. 

"You're so beautiful," Namjoon says as he takes a seat next to you, grabbing your hand to intertwine your fingers, "I can't believe I get to see you like this." 

"Don't say that," You shake your head, bashful at how sincere he seems. Like you're truly a wonder he didn't think he would ever get to look at, much less touch. 

"It's true though," Jungkook adds as he crawls between your legs, dragging his hands along your skin from your calves to your thighs. He gives them a gentle nudge to make you spread your legs wider, fitting his shoulders between them as he gets himself into the right position. Jungkook kisses the inside of each thigh, his doe eyes sparkling as he murmurs, "You're so pretty Y/n, pretty everywhere." 

"Jungkook," You whine. You're not really sure what you want to say, whether you want him to stop praising you or to continue, all you know is that you want more.

"I–" Jungkook hesitates as he curls his hands around your thighs, keeping you in place. He looks a little nervous as he glances up at you, biting his lip as he stammers, "I-I haven't done this before so I might not be very good at it, just tell me if I do something that doesn't feel good, okay?"

"Jungkookie, you're going to do fine. My last boyfri–" You cut yourself off as you see Namjoon's eyes narrow dangerously, clearing your throat as you say, "What I mean is, this is my first time experiencing this too. I promise I'll tell you if something doesn't feel good but I really don't think that's going to happen." 

Jungkook nods, the earlier hesitance wiped from his face. He shares a quick look with Namjoon, determined to make you feel good in ways your shitty old boyfriend, your non-soulmate, was never able to. 

"Oh gods," You moan, throwing your head back as Jungkook suddenly leans in and licks a stripe between your folds. 

Jeon Jungkook is competitive in everything he sets his mind to and this is no exception. Whatever he might be lacking in experience, he more than makes up for in eagerness.

You're dripping in a matter of seconds, your cunt clenching desperately around nothing as Jungkook takes your clit into his mouth, circling it with his tongue before he gives it a harsh suck. The strong grip on your legs is the only thing that keeps them from flailing around, your toes curling into the sheets as Jungkook laps at your pussy like a man starved. He lets out a loud moan as you reach down to twist your fingers into his hair, trying to ground yourself as the burning coil in your stomach grows tighter and tighter. 

"Jungkook, ah fuck, you're doing so good," You babble, letting out a low keen as he dips his tongue past your entrance. 

Jungkook uses every hitch and moan to guide him, trying to read all of your cues to pleasure you just right. A particularly loud moan from you as he pushes his tongue deeper into your cunt has him rutting his cock against the bed. Jungkook's head is spinning with all of your pretty sounds, your taste, the bond making the experience all the more intense. 

"You're both doing so well," Namjoon groans. He plants a trail of fluttering kisses up your arm, decorating your skin with a few hickies of his own near your collarbone. His fingers skate across your chest, teasingly touching your breasts just to add more fuel to the fire. 

"Jungkook," You tug on his hair, catching his dazed eyes as you weakly moan, "Please give me more."

The hand around your right thigh falls away, leaving only the imprint of Jungkook's fingers behind. You're so wet that you barely feel the stretch as Jungkook sinks the first finger into your cunt, and it doesn't take long before you're begging for more. One becomes two, which quickly turns into three, Jungkook watching your face carefully every time he stretches you out more. 

You cry out as Jungkook finds your g-spot, your legs trembling as he ups his pace. He keeps licking between your folds, his nose bumping against your clit as he eagerly eats you out. The coil in your stomach is so tight you know it's only seconds away from snapping, your climax building with every swipe of Jungkook's tongue.

It's the feeling of Jungkook's long fingers brushing against your walls and his tongue dipping in to join them that finally pushes you over the edge, your orgasm hitting you so fast it knocks the breath out of your chest. 

"Shit, Jungkook, ah–" You desperately cling on to Namjoon's hand and Jungkook's hair as you ride it out, Jungkook letting out a deep moan as your release hits his tongue. He laps it all up, gradually slowing his fingers as you begin to come down from your high. 

"You did so well, so well, " You rasp, releasing your tight grip on his locks in order to pet his hair, hoping you didn't accidentally tug too hard on it. 

Jungkook hums against your cunt, pressing a lingering kiss just above your clit before he pushes himself up. The lower part of Jungkook's face is glistening with your release, his pink lips plump and wet. He flashes you a proud grin as he takes in just how fucked out you look, his hands mindlessly massaging your thighs as he brings them down to rest on the bed. 

"Are you feeling okay, darling?" Namjoon asks once your breaths begin to go back to normal. 

"I'm feeling great," You murmur, giving Jungkook a satisfied smile.

Jungkook seems to preen a little at that, his chest puffing out to show off his muscular body. You didn't really get the chance to appreciate the view before, but now that you have time to really look at them both, it sends a tingle right back down to your core. Jungkook's lean body is all muscle, the outline of his abs visible even when he's relaxing his stomach. His hair has gotten a little longer over the past months, dangling in pretty waves down his neck. 

The only word you can really use to describe Namjoon is buff. He's bigger than Jungkook, his arms and thighs more filled out with muscle. While you would call Jungkook strong, you would probably reserve powerful for Namjoon. If he put you in a headlock, you're pretty sure he would be able to choke you out in a matter of seconds. Maybe it's bad to feel a little turned on at the thought, but you've long since come to accept that you're far past the point of being normal anymore.

You brush some damp hair away from your neck, trying not to be too obvious in the way you're trailing your gaze up and down their exposed skin. You let out a low hiss as you run your fingers over one of the bruises blooming on your skin, the pain pleasure of it slicking you right back up again. 

"Darling," Namjoon gently turns your jaw towards him, "Can I fuck you? Is that alright?" 

Your gaze drops to his crotch automatically, your mouth running dry as you notice the prominent outline of his cock through his underwear. There's a wet patch near the head, showing you just how much Namjoon enjoyed watching you squirm and gasp in pleasure with Jungkook between your legs. 

Somehow the orgasm you just had doesn't feel like enough, if anything, it only served to turn you on more. 

"Please," You beg, not even finding it in yourself to feel embarrassed at how needy you sound. Namjoon seems to like it, his gaze turning fiery and dark as he reaches down to cup himself. 

"Fuck, you're going to be the death of me," He mumbles. He pushes himself off the bed, quickly shoving his underwear to the floor. Namjoon's cock looks similar to Taehyung's in its size, only thicker. He has a prominent vein running up his shaft, the head dark and leaking as he gives himself a few pumps. 

You let your legs fall back open under Namjoon's stare, his jaw tensing as he whispers out a low curse. Jungkook has already scooted to the side, freeing up the space for him. Namjoon has placed one leg on the bed when he freezes, his hands digging into the duvet as he regretfully says, "I don't have any condoms." 

"Shit," You bite your lip. You're not on any birth control, you hadn't felt the need since your last relationship ended years ago and there's no way you're going to risk ending up pregnant. You're not even sure if you want kids. 

"I have some!" Jungkook scrambles over to the bedside table, pulling open a drawer.

He grabs a few along with a bottle of lube, presenting them to Namjoon with a grin. His excitement dims a little when he takes in the dumbfounded looks on both your and Namjoon's faces, his eyes turning wide as he rushes to explain, "I didn't get these! Jimin hyung brought them a while back, he said we'd better have some, uh, just in case."

"Of course he did," You sigh, shaking your head. For once, you're actually thankful for Jimin's seemingly perpetually horny brain. 

Namjoon snorts, taking the items from Jungkook as he murmurs, "I guess I should thank him." 

He wastes no time in climbing onto the bed, settling between your legs as he rolls the condom on and slicks himself up with lube. You're probably wet enough that you wouldn't need it but the fact that Namjoon isn't willing to risk any discomfort for you sends another rush of warmth down to your belly. 

Namjoon hitches your legs up around his waist, groaning out your name as his cock slips between your folds. He lowers himself down to allow your arms to wrap around his neck, your fingers clinging on to Namjoon's broad shoulders as he slowly drags his cock through your slick, coating your cunt with a mixture of your own wetness and lube. 

"Still okay, darling?" He asks as he positions the tip at your entrance. He slowly pushes inside when you give him a raspy yes, the sheer size of him causing you to throw your head back. Even with Jungkook stretching you out well there's still a slight sting, the added lube making it just bearable enough that you don't have to ask Namjoon to stop. 

"You're doing so good, I'm almost there," He murmurs soothingly, pressing his lips to yours to pull you into a kiss. The distraction works, your walls relaxing enough for Namjoon to easily bury himself to the hilt. You both moan at the feeling, you from feeling so full – filled to the brim with all of Namjoon's thick and long cock inside of you, and Namjoon from the vice grip your hot pussy has on his length. 

Namjoon seems content with kissing your lips raw until you squeeze your legs around his waist, giving him the okay to finally move. The initial ache has dulled and now you're desperate for some friction, to sate the pleasure that's once again building.

He eases you into it slowly, peppering kisses all over your face as he pulls out halfway before he slowly rocks his hips forward, setting a gentle pace. Your walls flutter around Namjoon's cock when he thrusts in, desperately clinging to him as he goes to pull back out. You can tell the hot, tight grip is slowly driving him mad the longer he tries to keep his composure, his kisses turning filthier with every thrust and moan you let out. 

"You can go faster," You pant, rocking your hips up to meet his next thrust, "Fuck me, Namjoon." 

Namjoon doesn't ask twice this time, his patience snapping as he pulls out almost entirely before slamming his cock back inside, the force jolting you up the bed. You scramble to hold on to him, clinging to his body as he begins to pound into you. You let out a string of moans and whimpers at the bruising pace, Namjoon driving his cock into you so deep you swear you can feel him all the way up in your stomach. 

"You're so tight Y/n, fuck," Namjoon groans against your cheek, his voice deep and raspy, "You feel so fucking good, darling." 

You almost see white at Namjoon's next powerful thrust, his cock bumping into your sweet spot. Keening, you roll your hips up to meet every snap of his hips, going a little delirious with how turned on you are.

You can hear Jungkook moan softly in the background, the slick sound of him touching his cock as he watches Namjoon fuck you into the bed. 

"Namjoon," You whimper, legs trembling around his hips, "I'm, ah! – I'm close." 

"Good girl," Namjoon grunts, grinding his teeth at the way you clamp down around his cock at the praise. He can feel your orgasm building, how your moans turn louder and sweeter as he quickens his pace even more. Determined to get you there, he angles his cock to batter against your g-spot, hitting it straight on. 

His voice is strained, barely more than a growl, as he presses his lips to your ear and says, "Come for me, darling." 

Your second orgasm crashes over you like a wave, pulling you under into a sea of pleasure as stars explode behind your eyelids. You moan Namjoon's name so loudly it's close to a scream, your whole body electrified as you gush around Namjoon's cock.

Namjoon doubles down as you clench around him, the feeling of your climax gripping him so tightly and your mouth calling out his name like a mantra causes him to come undone in seconds. Namjoon pushes himself as deep as he can go into your cunt as he begins to unravel, hot come spilling into the condom around his cock. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," He moans as he comes, "You're so perfect, darling, so hot." 

You can only dig your fingers into Namjoon's hard shoulders in response, your voice stuck in your throat as Namjoon gently rocks his hips back and forth, riding out his orgasm as you slowly begin to come down from yours.

Your arms collapse down on the bed as Namjoon pushes himself up to his knees, tenderly rubbing light circles around your clit as he pulls out. 

You feel empty, gaping, after the rough fuck you just had, but the touches help, your thighs trembling with light overstimulation. Namjoon moves his fingers away before it becomes too much, helping you unhook your legs from his hips. 

His dark gaze keeps flickering between your wet, gaping entrance and Jungkook, the younger still jerking himself off. Jungkook's fist is barely moving up and down his length, his knuckles white from how hard he seems to be restraining himself. 

"Darling," Namjoon purrs, catching your half-lidded eyes as exhaustion slowly begins to creep into your body, "Do you think you can go again?"

You could probably roll over and promptly pass right out after the two orgasms you just had back to back, but, a part of you still wants to keep going, wants to help Jungkook and return the favour of making him feel good too. It honestly doesn't look like Jungkook is going to last very long anyway, the tip of his cock leaking another spurt of pre-come with every flick of his wrist. 

Jungkook's cock is pretty, a little smaller than Namjoon's maybe, but still more than enough to fill you up and make you feel good. 

You shudder at how predatory Namjoon's gaze turns as you say, "I–, yeah, I can handle one more round." 

Somehow, you find yourself back to how this all started, Jungkook covering your body as he licks desperately into your mouth. His hands are roaming all over your skin, eager to touch and explore everything he can. His cock is resting heavy against your stomach, the condom already on and his length lubed up for good measure. 

Jungkook inches back, separating his lips from yours to murmur out a loving, "I'm going to take such good care of you, Y/n, promise." 

The simple statement makes your heart flutter and there's not a doubt in your mind that Jungkook doesn't mean it. You know he does.

You open your lips pliantly as he licks back into your mouth, your head filled with nothing but warmth as Namjoon begins running his fingers through your hair. Jungkook shifts down just enough for the tip of his cock to nudge between your folds, never letting go of your lips as he does.

Jungkook embraces your body the best he can, swallowing your moan as he finally pushes inside with a choked whimper of your name. 

a/n: please leave a comment and reblog if you enjoyed the chapter!!

so.... i guess our mc got to have some special bonding time with taegi and namkook in this one, heh? 🫢

this chapter was a beast to write just because there was so much smut happening lol, so apologies that it took some time to get it ready. i can't believe that there's only one chapter left of the story but i'm so excited to share the finale with you soon 🥺 the final lovesick chapter will be posted march 29th as long as everything goes to plan!

and if you enjoyed this LS chapter and would like to support me, you can buy me a ko-fi here 💖

[angelicyoongie]

Not me yelling NO!!! Trying to hit next because I thought lovesick was complete and I could binge read it (great writing!!!)

It's coming soon!! I'm working hard to get it done so it should be ready to be posted this coming Friday (April 26th) ☺️💖

#q: lovesick

[angelicyoongie]

wow, thank you sm for your sweet words!! it makes me so happy that you enjoyed both TCS and Desolate 🥺 i really appreciate the recs!! 💖

helloo! could you recommend your favorite jungkook and yoongi fics? thank you and have a lovely day ♡

hey there~ 💛

... tbh i haven’t read too many fics for my boys lately 🙈

i've been trying to work through the books sitting on my shelf collecting dust + i got sucked back into fallout now that the show is out lol.

but i do have some all-time favorites!!

please mind the warnings/tags - you're responsible for your own reading consumption. that said, all of these fics are 🔞

i hope you have a great day nonnie and if you have any recs send them my way 🥰!

JUNG KOOK FICS

the crimson shell series by @angelicyoongie

mermaid aus are my lifeblood istg. and this is one of the best one's i've ever read!! it's dark, it's creepy, it's foreboding - and tantalizing. everything i love about mermaid/siren aus crammed into one series.

you had always found comfort in being at the beach, often spending hours just watching the waves lap against the shore. but unbeknowst to you – something had been watching you back.

make you mine two-shot by @colormepurplex2

i'm a sucker for abo, and as such, have read a looot of it over the years. its a genre that's very easy to descend into wtf-how-are-they-still-alive-after-THAT territory but this fic does it very well in a way i haven't seen too often. i loved the world-building and set up.

Alphas might rule the world, but Jungkook finds himself being ruled by the need to make you his. Omegas are rare, precious, and pliant. At least, most are. When you present late, well into your twenties, you're already set in your headstrong ways; a challenge even for a commanding alpha like Jungkook. Add to that the centuries-long feud between your families and the last thing anyone expected was for him to claim you as his soulmate.

a sea of indigo series by @foxymoxynoona this was the first BTS fic i ever read... and is a big reason as to why i got into the fandom in the first place. i had no clue who they were before then. i'd heard of them + listened to agust d without knowing it was yoongi 💀 but this fic made me check out BTS RUN and now here we are 🤪

Pitbull Hybrid Jungkook has finally been freed from the fighting rings, and now finds himself at Marigold Sanctuary & Transition Estate, a place for healing and self-discovery for rescued hybrids. It's stupid, dumb, cheesy, and hell-bent on helping Jungkook "heal" and "find himself" and "decide the course of his life." And right at the center of it is Y/N, a nurse who's got everyone bamboozled that she's like some awesome person. She's not that great. Jungkook hates it here.

YOONGI FICS

witch oneshot by @sailoryooons

this is easily one of my top 3 yoongi fics. the world building, the tension, the relationship between yoongi and reader. it ticks all my boxes and vividly paints a picture of this universe. i adore the concept, and love the way this fic is brought to life through sailoryooons storytelling.

For years, you and Yoongi have played cat and mouse. It’s his duty to rid the world of witches, but he always finds a new excuse to let you slip through his fingers. When you find yourself at his mercy, you wonder if the great witch hunter will finally end your game of chase, or if there’s something that will stay his hand. 

desolate series by @angelicyoongie

one of the first hybrid fics i've read for bts 😭 i love my lil meow meow and the set-up for this fic is amazing. it takes a fresh direction with the hybrid trope and builds a relationship that feels organic and progresses very naturally💛

you just wanted a cute little normal cat to keep you company. so you're not really sure how you ended up with the grumpiest hybrid on earth that seems hellbent on making your life difficult.

ps. i woof you oneshot by @gimmesumsuga

this one is just so so cute and asjhdjsghfjs!! i adored remi and thought about having yoongi and holly as neighbors for days after reading this lol.

The one with a happy accident of the furry, four-legged kind - “Are you calling my dog a slut?!” 

first and last and always oneshot by @floralseokjin

i'm not one for holiday fics/aus usually but there's something about this one that i absolutely adored. it felt very realistic and drew me into the relationship within the first few paragraphs. the angst is so well done and heartfelt, it made me cry lol.

You and Yoongi broke up two months ago. It was mutual, you’re positive, but there’s one teeny tiny issue... You never told your parents, and now they’ve invited you back home for Christmas. Both of you. You can’t say no, but you also can’t bear to go alone, so you do the only thing you can think of, plead with Yoongi to come with you and pretend like everything’s okay...

go send these authors some love!!

[angelicyoongie]

💖 nine people i'd like to know better 💖

thank you sm @taetaecheru and @ctrlhope for the tag!!

❤ LAST SONG : so long, london by taylor swift!

❤ FAV COLOUR : i really don't think i have one!!

❤ CURRENT WATCH : uuh, i've been on an isekai/villainess kick lately, so my current watch is villainess level 99!

❤ CURRENT READ : ahh shame on me but i can't remember the last book i read 🤡

❤ SPICY / SWEET / SAVOURY : all of them please? 🙈

❤ RELATIONSHIP STATUS : ya girl is so single i'm practically repelling ppl away but i'm honestly okay with it! i love my free time too much to spend it on someone else lol

❤ CURRENT OBSESSION : isekai/reincarnation/'i got turned into the villainess and now i need to figure out how to save myself' manwhas 😌 they're so good and it's fueling my need to pick up an old isekai jinkook story idea i had 🤧

❤ TAGS : i'm very late to the game, but here's some tags! no pressure though and anyone can participate!! @taevbears @mleighd94 @sugaaddiction @catlove83

#personal

[angelicyoongie]

CLOSED! Thank you to everyone who submitted questions this round 💖 I'll either start answering them this coming week or in two weeks time! It all depends on when I wrap up the final LS chapter 🙈

🌸 ask my muse (round four) 🌸

It's been almost a year since the last "ask my muse" round, so it was about time we gave it another go!

As always, all of my stories and characters are fair game, just make sure you include which fic/member you’re asking a question! Please try to not ask something that has already been answered in the previous rounds ☺️ You can find the old questions here: click me! 💖 (If you can’t access them and accidentally send in a question that has already been asked, I'll just redirect you back to the old post, so no worries!)

[angelicyoongie]

Im so excited for the next lovesick chapter, ngl im hoping we get alittle jihope w/ the smut. They’re just so delightfully unhinged ☹️☹️☹️

Thank you!! 💖 I just finished writing the smut for the final chapter and let's just say I think you might be happy with the outcome if you were hoping for a little jihope interaction 👀 Jimin is obv not the main focus this time but he's there, stirring up some mischief as usual, LOL.

#q: lovesick

[angelicyoongie]

I feel like if the MC’s friend in LS wasn’t gay and had a soulmate, the guys would not like him hanging out with her one bit. Tae, Hobi, and Jimin absolutely seem like they’d be the jealous type! I just get the feeling that if he keeps asking questions and giving Jimin a hard time… he might be in grave danger 😬😬

Yeah, they likely wouldn't be as "forgiving" as they've been so far if that was the case, lol 💀 Heejun has thankfully heeded the MC's warning and backed off, but he definitely isn't safe if he resumes his search for her 😬

#q: lovesick

[angelicyoongie]

🌸 ask my muse (round four) 🌸

It's been almost a year since the last "ask my muse" round, so it was about time we gave it another go!

As always, all of my stories and characters are fair game, just make sure you include which fic/member you’re asking a question! Please try to not ask something that has already been answered in the previous rounds ☺️ You can find the old questions here: click me! 💖 (If you can’t access them and accidentally send in a question that has already been asked, I'll just redirect you back to the old post, so no worries!)