#I haven’t seen this on here yet by my usual bts queens

[krreader]

seven sins | chapter six.

pairing: bts x reader ; kim taehyung x reader fandom: bts warnings: non idol!au ; historical!au ; princes!bts ; concubine!reader ; mentions of sex genre: fluff ; angst word count: 2.3k+ previous: 1 ; 2 ; 3 ; 4 ; 5

summary: even in times such as yours, you still led a privileged life with nothing to ask for. that is until first your father, then your mother died and you were left to care for your two younger sisters. the position for royal physician seemed to be open and with your father having been a general and your mother having been a maid for the queen, you thought you might be able to get it.. little did you know that your visit to the palace would put a completely different offer on the table.

a/n: WE’RE BACK TO POSTING REGULARLY BITCHACHOS! ♥ and this deserves a fucking update, still one of my fav originals to date

“Stop it, this isn't funny!”

You smiled from ear to ear when you could hear your sisters bickering with each other, walking up the familiar stairs to your home that you haven’t walked in weeks now, before carefully sliding open the doors.

Your youngest sister was annoying the older one with a stick, acting as if it was a sword, while the older one just wanted to be left alone.

Funny how so many things had changed... yet others stayed exactly the same.

“You should treat your older sister with a little more respect, you know?”

“(Y/N)!” both of them ran into your arms the moment you had finished your sentence, you hugging them as hard as you could, breathing in their scent that you missed so much, "You’re finally back!”

“I'm sorry I wasn't able to come sooner,” you kissed both of their heads, then showed them the bag that you were holding with a grin, “But I brought you a lot of treats!”

Were you allowed to take them? Probably not. But the kitchen staff always prepared too much for you concubines anyways. It’d be a shame to throw it all away when you had two wonderful sisters sitting at home who’d devour such things.

And indeed, the fact that you were gone for a while seemed to have been forgotten while they stuffed their faces.

For a moment you were afraid that maybe they haven't had enough to eat, but they looked healthy.

“Hey! Why are you eating so much, you make it seem like I haven't fed you at all!” Jun entered with crossed arms, “I've been cooking every day for you brats!”

“Sorry, Auntie Jun, but it's really good,” the youngest said.

She scoffed, but then quickly pulled you into her arms to greet you properly. After all, you also hadn’t seen her in a while.

“I got you something as well,” you whispered, pulling out a bag full of coins and sliding it into the pockets of her dress.

“No, no, no, I don't want this.”

“They give this to us every once in a while to buy new clothes, but I don't need that. You've been clearly taking care of them, Jun, I want you to have this. If not for you, then for your parents.”

She didn't like to take, she usually only gave, but.. she sighed in defeat when she knew she had to take it this time. Like you said, if not for her sake, then for that of her family.

“Thank you,” she squeezed you in her arms once more, then looked at the children to make sure they were still busy with the treats, before pulling you further away from them to have a private conversation.

What she was about to talk to you about shouldn't be heard by them.

“How are you? How are.. things?”

“I'm alright. They haven't found out why I'm there yet, but I think the queen is getting suspicious.”

“Because you're not pregnant, yet? The herbs work?”

“As well as I thought they would, yes. I've slept with four princes so far, so I should be pregnant by now. The good news, though, I heard that because Prince Seokjin is the heir to the throne, he is the one who needs to get a child as soon as possible. So the king ordered that nobody but him is allowed to get me with child and.. he hasn't been one of the four yet.”

“So as long as you stay away from him..-”

“Yes. At least it gives me an excuse. Not a good one, the queen knows men too well, but it's better than nothing.”

“Why haven't you talked to the king yet? You've been up there for a while, haven't you had the chance yet?”

“He's very reserved. Just like I had expected. My father used to tell me that he only saw him so much because he was pretty much the only person he ever trusted. I need a chance to speak with him when he’s alone.”

“Why can't you just tell anyone else? What about one of the princes? Maybe they could help you?”

“I don't know them well enough, Jun. Yes, some of them seem to like me a lot, but I can't take that risk. If I'm wrong, they might give the order to kill me. But with the king, I at least still have the card of my father to play. He will listen to me when he finds out who I really am and then all of this will finally be over.”

“So.. none of the princes could be an ally?”

“Well.. Prince Seokjin might be. He's.. troubled, these days. The weight of becoming the leader and bringing an heir into this world is crushing him. I talked to him once and I feel like he might understand me the most.. of what it's like to trying to look out for your family.”

“Then why not try that?”

“I've only seen him twice. I don't know what he's doing, but he doesn't seem to be much interested in me, to be honest.”

“Well, you managed to sleep with four princes so far. That's more than half of them. If anyone can do it, you can,” she put her hand on your shoulder, “But you need to be careful. I told you that the whole thing about you not being pregnant would cause a problem.”

“I know. But that is why I need to be careful with Prince Seokjin. If I see him and I really do end up sleeping with him but not get pregnant, then people are going to seriously ask questions. That is why the king is still my first option and Prince Seokjin only the second.”

“Whatever you do, you need to hurry,” she turned her head and looked at the two girls sitting on the floor, still eating and chatting about which treat they like the most, “They've been alright, but they ask questions that I don't know how to answer. They know you're working at the palace now, but not what you do there. Neither does anybody else. Yet. But if people do find out, I'm worried that they might treat the two differently. You know how the town folk looks at concubines.”

“I know. Which is why I'm grateful that you haven't said anything to anyone.”

“You know I'd never do that.”

As much as you would have loved to stay the whole night and talk more with both Jun and your siblings, time wasn’t something you had much of these days.

Concubines, especially those with your rank, were only allowed a short period of time in the village. Nevertheless, you spent every second that you could with your family, had your sisters tell you about what's new, cuddled a bunch with them and assured them that you'd be back soon.

However, this time saying goodbye wasn't as hard as the last time, because now they knew that you’d indeed keep your promise of returning to them.

You were not like mother, you would not abandon them.

“Can you bring more treats next time?” the youngest asked with big eyes, making you chuckle and kiss her forehead, “The red ones with the pretty flowers on top?”

“I'll bring you as many treats as you want.”

“YES!” and with that, she ran back into Jun's arms who smiled as well.

And you took that opportunity to kneel down in front of the older one, “Tell me honestly. Are things alright?”

“Yes,” she nodded, “Jun takes good care of us, don't worry.”

“You haven't had any problems? Did anyone try to come in here?”

“No, people leave us alone,” she hugged you tightly, “We're alright, (Y/N). Really.”

God, she has grown up so much.. how long hadn't you seen her? What happened to your baby sister that always tried to get guidance from you? Now it was almost like you could ask her for guidance instead.

“I'm so proud of you..”

“Just come back to us safely.”

“I will,” you kissed the top of her head and then got up from the floor, “I will see you all soon, alright?”

And with that, you walked back to the palace, your heart not as heavy as the last time, thankfully..

..only to run into Eun and..-

“Prince.. Taehyung,” you bowed, but couldn't help the smile that spread on your face when you saw how Eun had her arm hooked with his.

So.. this was her secret Prince, huh? Definitely not a bad choice... but then again... none of them were a “bad choice”. 

“There you are! I thought I might see you at the market,” she smiled, “Where did you go?”

“I uh..- I was just.. taking a walk,” you lied with a nervous chuckle that you quickly covered up by switching topics, “Anyways.. did you enjoy your day?”

“Ah, it was so nice, we had a lovely time.”

As much as you liked seeing her this happy, something about this picture in front of you was making you furrow your eyebrows.

Eun had been the one to scold you for sleeping – genuinely sleeping – with Jimin. She had been the one to tell you that it 'wasn't your place', yet she had her arm hooked with Taehyung's and was looking at him like she loved him.

Whereas he seemed to be.. not nearly as interested in her. 

And why did she never tell you about her prince? Why had she kept it such a secret? You had told her about all of the ones you had slept with and now that you thought about it.. she seemed to have been relieved.. and now it all made sense. She had been relieved because Taehyung hadn't been one of them.

“My brothers told me quite a lot about you, (Y/N),” you three walked back to the castle, three guards in front, three guards behind you, “Good things only, of course.”

And see, you saw the way he looked at you, but Eun didn't. She just continued to look at him with those loving eyes and.. it hurt you. Because out of everyone at the palace, she was the only one that you truly cared about.

“Thank you, your majesty,” you said plainly, “I very much enjoyed my time with them.”

You needed to talk to her. 

“Can I talk to you for a moment?” you pulled Eun aside at dinner later that night.

You thought about doing this some other time and giving her a bit more space, but you hadn’t been able to think about anything other than this. If she was truly in love with Prince Taehyung, then she needed someone to wash her head and tell her that this wasn’t a fairytale. 

“Of course,” she followed you into the gardens, a place where you thought it’d be best to have such a conversation. Most importantly, because of the privacy.

“If I ask you a question.. will you promise me to be honest about it?”

“Yes. We're friends, aren't we?”

Which was exactly why you needed to have that conversation with her. Because you might end up being the one breaking her heart in the end. Because if Taehyung wanted to have you, he would. 

“Eun.. why did you never tell me that Taehyung was your designated prince?”

“It.. just never came up.”

“It did.. a lot of times, actually. I kept asking you about it and you kept laughing it off. It was as if you wanted to keep it a secret.”

“Don't be silly,” she fidgeted with her hands, “Why would I keep that a secret?”

You stopped walking and gently grabbed her arm to make her stop too, “When you first met me, you said you wanted to be my friend because the other girls were all very competitive over their princes and that they had this mindset that they might change them and make them fall in love with them,” when she lowered her head, you knew you were right, “Eun.. did you fall in love with Prince Taehyung?”

It didn’t take more than ten seconds for her to burst into tears, confirming your suspicions.

You immediately pulled her close, rubbing your hands up and down her back, trying to comfort her as best as you could. You pitied her, really. 

“Everyone else has at least two girls.. but Taehyung only has me. I thought.. I thought I was special..”

“But you are special,” you immediately leaned back to look into her eyes, “Don't you ever let a man not make you feel special. No matter who he is. You are beautiful, you are kind, you are intelligent and every man out there would be a fool not to see that.”

“But Taehyung..-”

“Is.. a different case,” you shook your head, “You said it yourself, Eun. These princes aren't looking for love, they're looking for sex and someone to give them children.”

“Not with you.. you aren't like that.”

“Yes, Eun, I am exactly like that. I'm just like you, just like every other girl here.”

“No,” she wiped away her tears and took a step back, “I overheard Taehyung talk to one of his brothers..”

“So..?” you furrowed her eyebrows, not knowing what she was trying to tell you here.

Eun straightened her back, “I don’t know which brother it was, but one of them told Taehyung that they had fallen in love with you.”

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[newcaptainofsquad9]

Right Hand Man~Kim Seokjin x fem! mafia boss! reader{1}

Parts: 1 2 3 4 

Pairing: Seokjin x reader

Summary: Kim Seokjin has always been by your side since you were teenagers, helping you out whenever you needed with whatever you needed. Whether that be defending you from school bullies, or the unsavory men who would dare try and touch you. Of course you could have taken them on, but Seokjin being the graceful gentleman always gets his hands dirty for you. It started out as the both of you against the world, until you both found six other vagabonds on the street, all looking for something to call a family. They all looked to you as a leader, someone to protect, love and fight for in more ways than one. No matter how illegal your activities were you had seven reasons to keep it going, however according to your close source, one of them began to speak to one of your enemies.

  Genre: Mafia AU, Action, Mature themes: violence, blood, etc, Fluff, Romance, Smut (in later parts)

Word Count: 2, 807 

Author’s Note: I’ve been wanting to do a mafia au for awhile now and Jin just happened to be the one I thought of. Let me know if you enjoy this, I also promise that I’m working on my other BTS series, school has been a bit much but I’m getting there. 

The sunlight that rushes through the thin blinds of my study is a welcomed warmth. There’s something about the light this afternoon that forces me out of my armchair and up, taking a quick break from counting the shipment of guns Hoseok was able to bring in. my bones creak as a groan escapes my lips. Everything looks well so far. A tiny break won’t hurt. I step around my desk, careful not to knock down the stacks of paper Jin expertly stacked up for me. 

I can’t help but giggle at him and his scolding, if that’s what he calls it. He tries to be stern, yet it just comes across as him trying to baby me. After all these years he still tries to protect me, even though my hands are just as dirty as his. “No they aren’t,” he would say, “that’s why you have seven men to take care of this stuff for you, the Empress doesn’t lift a finger when she has her soldiers.” He had the audacity to call me Empress in front of the other boys and it stuck for them, Jimin and Hoseok especially. Hoseok does it to be funny, most of the time and Jimin, well. Jimin always flirts, dotting eyes, light touches and everything. It gets on Jin’s last nerve as he often tries to bat Jimin away, making me have to be the one to stop him. It’s harmless I’m sure. 

A few soft knocks at my door breaks me from thoughts. 

“Y/N,” Jin’s voice comes through, “it’s me.” 

“Me too!” Jungkook says. 

A smiles graces my lips as I open the door, revealing Jin with his poised posture as always. He wears a grey button down and black slacks with his hair pushed back as usual. Jungkook sports a white button up, a red blazer and white slacks. His eyes light up once he sees me, smiling that familiar bunny like smile. I notice he’s holding a tray of blueberry muffins. Jin’s holding a steaming cup on a saucer. 

“Noona!” Jungkook greets, “I made you muffins!”

His enthusiasm is something I’ve never seen. Even after the things I’ve seen him do he’s still so cheery and cute. Jin grits his teeth. 

“I made the muffins,” Jin says, “all he did was put them in the oven and lick the spoon.”

Jungkook flushes a bit. 

“I helped hyung, that should matter, right noona?”

I nod as Jin rolls his eyes. 

“As long as you helped Kook, that’s what matters,” I say, “how was your ride with Namjoon?”

Jungkook places the muffins on my desk and shrugs. 

“It was fine, nothing out of the ordinary, we haven’t seen any more of Jeannie’s gang on our turf.”

Jin nods sharply. 

“Ever since you suggested Yoongi and Taehyung to sneak in and burn most of their supplies, they’ve been popping up less frequently,” Jin says as he blows on the steaming cup. 

“What have you made me today?” I ask, “chocolate or tea?”

Jin grins proudly. 

“Tea, your favorite with a hint of honey lemon,” he says, “you’ve been in here for hours I-I just you might need the pick me up.”

I don’t deserve this man. I don’t deserve any of them and yet here they are being so sweet even outside of our gang endeavors. Jin places the cup on my desk near the muffins with a slight bow. He’s so dramatic at times. 

“You’re such a drama queen you know,” I say, “bowing is not required.”

“It isn’t but we still treat you like an Empress,” he quips, “is there anything else you need?” 

I shake my head. 

“No, but I do need my hug, Junkookie.”

Jungkook doesn’t think twice as he rushes over, taking me into a firm hug. I sigh against his chest and squeeze tightly, only to pull away by Jin clearing his throat. 

“Jin Hyung needs a hug too noona,” Jungkook teases. 

I turn to Jin with a bemused grin. 

“I-I don’t need one,” he stammers, “b-but one would be nice.”

He’s so cute too. I open my arms for Jin only to have my ringtone cease his movements. He points to it and I nod, giving him the authority to check who it is. His face pales a bit before handing my cell of to me. He doesn’t even have to say anything, I check the caller i.d, Junmyeon’s name written across. 

Jungkook swallows. 

“Junmyeon?” he asks. 

I nod and slump back down into my armchair, Jin shadowing my movements. He kneels to my level, taking my right, ring clad hand and kisses it. 

“Let me know how it goes,” he whispers, “we’ll be down stairs waiting for you.”

I nod as he and Jungkook bow before leaving me to deal with the call. 

It’s not like Junmyeon is bad or anything, well he can be if you get on his bad side. He’s a partner of mine, we share stock and on certain days gang members if one of us needs the special help. Kim Junmyeon was the man who taught me everything: discipline, how to use a gun and how to keep seven grown men in line without the use of force(well sometimes).  

I answer the phone swiftly, pressing it to my ear. 

“Hello, Junmyeon?”

“Y/N, hi,” he greets softly, “what have you been up to?”

I lean forward to grab my tea prior to answering. 

“Counting the supplies my weapons dealer was able to get me,” I say, “supply has doubled since we were able to run the BlackPink ladies from town.”

Junmyon chuckles. 

“Excellent,” he purrs, “and you didn’t even need my help, you’re adjusting well.”

“Don’t give me too much credit,” I say, “it’s all because of what you taught us.”

“Us?” he asks, “the only ones I taught were you and Seokjin, the other six got in line because of you ma’am. You need to give yourself more credit, well five of them.”

I sit up, almost knocking over my scalding tea. 

“Who’s giving you trouble, Junmyeon?” I ask. 

Junmyeon sighs. There’s a flick of a lighter and a drag before he continues. 

“Well, us, he’s giving us trouble, “ he says, “Chanyeol says he saw one of them speaking with Jaebeom.”

I suck in my breath at the mention of Jaebeom. Him and his gang have been trying to competie with Junmyeon and I for a few years now, even caught them trying to steal our drug product. It’s something Yoongi was able to nip in the bud, yet they’re threat still lingers. This piece of information makes my chest tighten, so much so that I have to stand to inhale and exhale. 

“Y/N, calm down,” Junmyeon says, “are any of them with you at  this moment.”

I shake my head. 

“No,” I say, “was he stupid enough to meet on Jaebeom’s turf?”

Junmyeon chuckles. 

“No, again you’ve taught your boys well,” he says, “a little too well, they met on neutral ground. A quaint little diner.”

“Who is it?” I question. 

Junmyeon hums. 

“There she is,” he notes, “the firmness is there and I almost dropped my cigarette.”

I don’t have time for this.

“Junmyeon-”

“I wasn’t kidding, mostly,” he says, “Chanyeol didn’t get his description exactly, all he told me was that it was a well dressed man, handsome, pretty even, one of the younger ones.”

I put a hand on my forehead. That could be Taehyung, Jimin or Jungkook. God I can’t even fathom this, after all we’re been through. A fucking mole?

“Y/N, what are you thinking? talk to me,” Junmyeon says, “do you have one of them in mind?”

“Three of them,” I whisper, “are you sure it was one of mine?”

“You attracted a lot of handsome men Y/N,” Junmyeon teases, “pretty and deadly for you. I just wanted to warn you first, give you a heads up before it gets out of hand. I could send Yixing and Kai down to assist if you-”

“No,” I declare, “I’ll handle this right now.” 

“Good,” he says, “I’m here if you need me. Oh, and don’t ruin their faces too much.”

I grin sheepishly as he chuckles. He mumbles a good luck prior to hanging up, leaving me in a whirlwind of emotions. It couldn’t be Jungkook, could it? His bright, bunny like grin comes to mind and the muffins he handed my way. I stare down at them, stomach churning. Jin made them, there’s nothing to worry about. Then there’s Jimin with his bedroom smile and tender touches. Taehyung and his protective, yet goofy presence, God this can’t be real. My fingers fly back to my phone, finding Jin’s number and texting him to return to my study. Alone. It doesn’t take long for those familiar soft knocks to return. 

“Y/N, is everything ok?” Jin asks.

“Shut the door,” I command. 

He does so as I down some of the tea. It’s slight burn giving me the edge I need before I roll up the sleeves of my blouse. 

“Y/N, you look ill,” Jin notes, “maybe you should sit down.”

“I’m fine,” I say, “Junmyeon called, said that one of the guys met up with Jaebeom, leader of the 45th district Gots, ring any bells?”

Jin nods, moving over to my side to rub the small of my back. 

“Did you figure out who it was?”

I shake my head and move away from his touch.

“All Junmyeon said was that it was one of the young ones, that leaves Taehyung, Jimin or Jungkook,”  I say. 

Jin swallows hard. 

“Is Junmyeon sure?” Jin asks. 

“Why would he lie about that?” I ponder, “all he’s done since he gave us this power, a roof over our heads was treat us with dignity, given us something to work for, a family.”

“Y/N, sit down for a sec, please?”

I look up to meet Jin’s saddening face, his brows furrowed in concern. I take his suggestion and slump down in the armchair again, he follows and kneels down in front of me.

“I can fix this, just give me the word,” he says, “Namjoon, Yoongi and I can handle it just give me the word, please.”

His hands find mine and my eyes are on him. 

“I need to do this, myself,” I say, “I do need you by my side.”

Jin purses his lips, ready to protest, yet he doesn’t as he rises. I notice the gun bulging from the pocket of his slacks and smirk.

“I don’t think the gun is necessary.”

Jin shrugs.

“I need to have one when you don’t,” he notes, “just in case things get hairy.”

...

Everyone’s downstairs in the living room. Namjoon and Yoongi sit across each other with faces fixed in concentration. Jungkook, Jimin and Hoseok lounge across the couch; Jimin along with Jungkook are fixated on the game of Overwatch in front of them while Hoseok’s invested on his phone. I find Taehyung sprawled below them in the carpet, sketching out something. 

“Y/N?” Namjoon asks, “is everything all right?”

Yoongi’s attention goes to me, rising with Namjoon. 

Taehyung scrammbles to his feet as well, along with Jimin and Jungkook. Hoseok tosses his phone onto the couch, standing straight as he can. 

“Can we do anything to make you feel better, Empress?” Hoseok teases. 

I see Jin scowl in the corner of his eye and put a hand on his shoulder. 

“I just want to talk, is that ok?” I ask, “let’s go to the kitchen, yeah?”

They all follow, Jin and Namjoon flanking me as the others fall behind. I take my place at the head of the prolonged wooden pressed table. My hands tremble just a bit that I wound them both together and press my arms together. Jin sits to my right as always, Yoongi to my left giving me a soft look. Namjoon sits beisde Hoseok while Jimin, Jungkook and Taehyung sit in the remaining three chairs on the opposite side of the table. It’s a little too fitting, given the circumstances. 

“What is it that you wanted to talk about, Y/N?” Yoongi asks as he crosses his legs. 

I keep my eyes between Jimin, Jungkook and Taehyung before turning my attention to Yoongi. 

“I was wondering if you guys wanted to go out to eat sometime,” I say, “Jin works so hard to prepare us food that I thought he’d need the break.”

“Aw, we could always help more hyung,” Jungkook suggests. 

Jin falls in line easily. 

“I wouldn’t mind the break,” he says, “where did you have in mind Y/N?”

I lean back into my chair, the anger that I once had now completely gone, replaced with a cool exterior, one that Junmyeon said took years for me to master. 

“I was thinking a diner, a little quaint one,” I say, “any suggestions, Jimin, Tae, Kook?”

Jungkook scratches his head. 

“Umm, the only diner around our turf is the Denny’s down the street, noona,” he says, “do you have a taste for breakfast or dinner?”

I take Jungkook’s confused state. It can’t be him, I’m not sure of it but I know he’s not capable of that. Not with Namjoon being with him so much. 

“Jimin?”

Jimin grins and pushes a hand through his orange hair. 

“I found this cute mom and pop one from BlackPink’s old turf,” he says, “all of the supporters are out-I made sure of that, Empress.”

He winks and crosses his legs prior to looking towards Taehyung, who stares blankly at me. 

“Taehyung? What about you?”

I watch him swallow, Adam’s apple bobbing up, down then up again. Jin taps my hand lightly, giving me a signal of what I had feared the most. I shouldn’t act yet, not until Taehyung gives me some type of answer.

“Is ok if you didn’t Taehyung,” I say as I rise from my seat, “but you could have at least told me what you were doing in neutral territory, you were in neutral territory near the 45th district road, right?”

Taehyung nods sharply. 

“Yes ma’am,” he says, “I-I know some old friends in the area.”

“Really now?” I ask, “do one of them happen to be Jaebeom?”

At the drop of my question, Taehyung’s face grows white as a sheet, eyes grow larger than bowls. Yoongi and Namjoon rise along with Jin, their attention all on Taehyung as he jumps from his chair. He scrambles for the front door, however Hoseok tackles him to the ground, keeping him there with a knee against his back. The groan Taehyung makes forces my heart to sink. It’s so difficult to do this. He’s the mole. This isn’t some test Junmyeon set up, this is the real thing. 

“Y-Y/N, please-I-I can explain myself if you let me!” Taehyung shouts. 

His voice is muffled by the carpet below as I circle around him and signal Hoseok to get him up. 

“You will explain everything,” I declare, “I’ll make sure of it.”

Yoongi and Jin flank my side for a reason. Jin hands me something cold, making me jerk. I think it’s the gun, but isn’t, it’s a gold pair of brass knuckles. He’s actually giving me the go ahead, allowing me to take care of it instead of him. He’s putting so much more trust in me, trust that I don’t want, not for punishment, not for hurting someone. Yet, why the hell am I doing this? My orders have indirectly gotten people killed. This is different though, this is my family. Taehyung has been with us for years, why would he even fathom doing this?

“Y/N, please!” Taehyung groans, “don’t!”

I don’t look at Taehyung, only to Yoongi. 

“I won’t be doing much,” I say, “I’ll leave most of the hurting to you Yoongi.”

Yoongi’s face his cold, hardened as his brows furrow down at Taehyung. 

“Yes ma’am,” he says. 

“Where do you want him?” Hoseok asks. 

I nod towards the back door the leads out of the kitchen. 

“Tie him to a chair in the garage, we’ll deal with him there.”

Hoseok pushes Taehyung through, he’s still begging, the sounds try to ingrain themselves in my brain. Jimin and Jungkook are at my side: Jimin wraps his arms around my middle while Jungkook buries his face into my shoulder. 

“Empress,” Jimin starts. 

“Follow me,” I say,  cutting him off. 

Jin’s close as always, however the stone cold expression he held at Taehyung was gone. His face is full of concern again and aimed directly at me. 

“Is something wrong, Seokjin?” I ask. 

Jin leans in a little close to whisper.

“Are you sure you can handle this?” he asks, “I know you’re capable of discipline but are you in the right head-space?”

I nod sharply. Of course I’m not. I don’t think I ever will be. 

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» i wish i missed my ex - jungkook scenario

Jeon Jungkook - BTS

words - 18k

genre - college!au, friends to lovers!au, fakeboyfriend!au, fluff if you squint real real hard, smut, angst i think(?),slowburn

warnings - alcohol consumption / oral sex (fem receiving) / dom!jjk  / edging / vulgar language / crazy exes?? (it’s not what u think) / attemped sexual assault - not in detail 

soundtracks - mahalia, i wish i missed my ex / summer walker, girls need love / sam smith ft normani, dancing with a stranger

A familiar series of pings emitted from your phone, breaking through the peaceful slumber you’d slipped into. Weekends were the only days you could sleep in and therefore you really cherished the moments were you hid underneath the warmth of your blankets and ignored the world. So, rightfully, your eyes snapped open with a disgruntled groan floating from your lips, a wave of irritation hitting your still sleeping brain. You reached out for the device, hand slapping at the bedside table in vain until your fingers wrapped themselves around the cool metal of your phone.

Seven messages from your ex awaited your gaze. Sunghoon had a tendency to call when you ignored his messages for long but you couldn’t be bothered to read through them right at this moment.

With a groan of annoyance, you tossed the phone onto the bed covers and crawled right back into the cocoon of warmth you’d formed. He really didn’t get the hint that you didn’t want to speak to him anymore, did he?

It took a total of two minutes for you to fall right back asleep which was immediately interrupted by blaring sound of your phone ringing. Without a glance at the screen, you grabbed it and hit the answer button.

“What do you want?” The statement came out harsher than you intended, but he deserved it for calling you at ungodly hours on the weekend.

“Well sorry to wake you up, princess,” Responded a familiar voice that instantly dissipated the furnace of anger that had begun to burn within in your chest.

“Jungkook?” You asked, sneaking a peek at your phone.

“The one and only.” You could hear his shit-eating grin from here.

“Ugh! Why are calling at ass o’clock in the morning?”

 “It’s ten, Y/N! It’s basically the afternoon.”

 “Ten on a Saturday is equivalent to eight on a Monday, you dimwit.”

 “Stop making excuses for your lazy habits. Get up – the early bird seizes the worm, don’t you know.”

 “You’re probably in bed yourself. And I have nothing to do today so I want to stay in.”

 “First of all, I’m sitting on my bed and I’ve gotten ready for the day, so you’re wrong there.  Also, you do have shit to do, darling. Remember we have a get-together brunch in an hour at Roots and you have a shift at Yin & Yang.”

 Shit. You had momentarily forgotten about the bi-weekly brunches you and the boys had scheduled in order to still spend some time together amongst the chaos of university life.  No one had missed a single one and you didn’t want to be the first one to do so. Your job at the local café was also important and if you had missed a shift your manager would have had your head on a stake.

 “Fuck, thank you! I would have forgotten my shift if it wasn’t for you, bro.”

 “Only the shift?” He teased.

 “How could I ever forget our legendary brunches? How bad of a friend do you think I am?” You said, lying through your teeth.

 “I don’t know. I haven’t seen you in a while, and with the whole thing with Sunghoon-”

“Don’t please. It’s too early in the morning to bring up unpleasant things,” you whined, rolling out bed with difficulty.

 “I know, but remember I’m here to talk about it. If you want to.” He responded, deep voice tender over the receiver.

 You groaned in response, the memory of the texts you’d received earlier resurfacing. “Can we talk about this later? If I don’t get ready now then there’s no way I can make it to brunch on time.”

 “Yeah, sure,” Came a hasty reply. You paused for a second, mildly thrown off by how quickly he agreed to brush it off, almost as if he was embarrassed that he’d asked in the first place.

 “Jungk-”

 “See you later, alright.” Before you could stop him, a forlorn dial tone met your ears.

♡

As you expected, you were the last one to arrive at Roots. You could hear them before you even saw them, Namjoon’s baritone voice colliding with Jin’s contagious laughter. You trotted towards the table, ignoring the eyes of loathing the servers at Roots gave you, a smile already settling on your face.

 “The Queen herself has arrived,” announced Jimin as you squeezed yourself into the booth beside Taehyung and Namjoon. Your favorite seat beside the window had already been snatched up by Hoseok, who greeted you with a knowing bright smile, so you had to make do with being stuck between two massive men.

“I have to bless you mere mortals with my presence every once in a while,” You bantered back, “It’s part of my royal duties.”

 “Glad you could spare the time, your majesty,” Snorted Taehyung. “Now we can finally order. I’m famished.”

 You elbowed his ribs, feigning a stretch.

 “AW! That hurt.”

 Choosing to ignore him, you glanced at Jimin, “The usual Chimmy.”

 “I thought we all agreed that nickname was banned,” He responded pouting, while waving down a vaguely irritated server. Your group was the loudest on the buzzy Saturday mornings but you justified it by buying half the menu for breakfast.

 “When? Is this because Jeongyeon calls you that now? Your girlfriend can’t have it, we trademarked the nickname years ago,” Said Taehyung.

 “Shut up before I tell them what Irene calls you in during sex.”

 His dark brows went up, the statement catching the attention of everyone at the table.

 “You wouldn’t,” There’s a dangerous tone to his deep voice, a glint of warning dancing in his brown eyes.

 Jimin smiled, cocking his head. The sliver rings on his fingers glittered in the warmth of the sunlight, almost challenging Taehyung as he said, “Would I?”

 “Okay, now you have to say it,” Interrupted Jungkook. You hadn’t glanced at him properly since you’d entered the restaurant but now his presence caught your full attention. He’d chosen an over-sized black hoodie to wear, rolled up to his elbows to reveal the rivers of cerulean blue that ran underneath his pale porcelain skin. He’d been stricter on his gym routine and it was clearly starting to show. But you were more distracted by the way his faded blue ripped jean clung to the muscles on his thighs, the fabric nearly ripping at the seams as it attempted to stretch itself over his thick legs.

 “We already know it’s something kinky,” Interjected Yoongi, who’d been languidly observing the interaction between the two boys with a small smile of amusement of his face.

 Taehyung face was a picture of bewilderment as he hurried to disprove Yoongi. “No! Hyung! I’m not like that!”

 “Please, save the innocent act. I nearly had to burn my computer when I found your search history.”

 “Where is this conversation going?” Interrupted Namjoon. “Have we even ordered yet? I would like to eat my meal without the images being suggested right now in my head.”

 “Exactly! All of you need to go to church.”

 “That reminds me of the pastor and nun role play you and Irene did last week,” Commented Jimin, a chuckle erupting from his lips.

 A collective gasp of shock vibrated the table. Taehyung stumbled over his words to reject the idea that Jimin had thrown in your faces.

 “Where’d you get a priest costume from?” Hoseok inquired, now as invested as everyone else. “Only Namjoon had one for last Halloween – oh.”

 “Taehyung, please tell me you didn’t have sex in my Halloween costume.” The pain was evident in Namjoon’s voice and you couldn’t help but stifle your laughter as you watched the ashamed glance Taehyung sent his elder.

 “Well, technically, I took it off before we-”

“Taehyung!”

 You dissolved into a fit of laughter, along with everyone else apart from Namjoon, who looked as if someone had shit right on his favourite pair of shoes and Taehyung, who was blatantly ignoring Namjoon’s disgusted gaze.

 “Can we please eat now? Where’s the food we ordered?” questioned Jin, who looked as tired as Namjoon did. Coincidentally, the servers began bringing out the regulars you’d ordered and within moments everyone had closed their mouths and focused on the array of food that had been dumped before them. You spared a glance at Jungkook as you tucked into the plate before you, a speckle of curiosity sparking in your mind as you recalled the phone call from this morning. Jungkook had never backed down from a potential argument with you, he found it amusing to push you and you found it satisfying to prove him wrong. Yet, for some reason he’d backed right off when you told him to. It was out of character and it was making you feel strange.

 And all because of your ex-boyfriend too. You didn’t have any feelings left harbouring for him but you and Sunghoon had been together for a fairly long time. Maybe that was why he had cheated. But by that time you didn’t even care anymore, it just gave you an excuse to walk away from him forever.

 It was as if Sunghoon could tell you had briefly thought about him because your phone went off again. You glanced at the screen, finding a simple question mark from Sunghoon joining the plethora of texts from this morning that you had pointedly ignored. Hoseok must have noticed the flicker of annoyance that went across your face because he asked, “Who was that, Y/N?”

“Sunghoon,” You replied, his name leaving a bitter taste on your tongue. A collective groan sprung from the boys around you, apart from Jungkook who abruptly stopped stuffing his face.

 “He’s still texting you?” Asked Namjoon, concern on his warm features melting your heart.

 “Hasn’t gotten the message that I’m over him yet. He’s been texting me like crazy and it’s starting to get on my nerves,” You responded, grabbing the cell phone. “Might as well see what the hell he wants.”

 It was as if everyone else was holding in their breath as you opened up your notifications, eyes skimming through the messages he had sent you. The first few were pathetic, focused on asking if you were alright and if you had eaten, but the next ones caught you attention.

 “He invited me to a party.” The confusion you felt was clear in your voice and when you glanced up, your friends surprised facial expressions matched your own.

 “What? Man, Sunghoon is one weird person,” Murmured Hoseok.

 “I don’t know, maybe he’s trying to rebuild your friendship? Look at the bright side perhaps?” Remarked Jin.

 “Close your mouth, hyung,” Interjected Jungkook. “I don’t think Sunghoon wants to mend the relationship, he’s a jerk after all.” There was a hint of irritation colouring his voice that you nearly missed. 

You read over the message again, a feeling of hope blooming in your chest. Even if you could never be close friends with Sunghoon again, you were open to perhaps mending the relationship you had – hating him took too much of your energy and you were over given him a room in your heart, even if it was filled with hate. “I don’t know, maybe Jin’s right. I might go for this thing.”

 “If you’re going, then we’re going with you,” Came a stiff response from Jungkook.

 You shot him a curious glance but it was immediately disrupted by Yoongi adding, “Won’t Jiyeon be there? She’s close with that scumbag.”

 “Why would that be a point of concern? She’s Jungkook’s girlfriend,” You responded. Didn’t Yoongi already know this?

 The curious glances that met your own made you feel unsettled.

 “Jungkook, you haven’t told her yet?”

 “What? What happened?”

 Before Jungkook could say anything to you Taehyung answered for him, “Jungkook dumped Jiyeon like last week.”

 “No. What the hell? Jungkook I thought you loved her?” Your surprisement was hard to contain.

 “People change and so do feelings, Y/N,” Came his tired response. “It’s a long story.”

 “Well then start telling it. We have all morning.”

♡

It was past eleven when you pulled up to Sunghoon’s house, Hwasa, your best-friend, in tow. The doors and windows of his home vibrated in time with the bass of the song playing through the building, the sounds of laughter and chatting melting into the thick melody. People were scattered along the entrance, chugging beers and laughing, faces illuminated by the rays of warm amber street lights. You couldn’t make out anyone you really knew outside, so you decided to walk into the building, wrapping your black leather jacket tightly around your frame. The endless loud thrumming of music greeted your ears, deafening inside the house. Hwasa shot you a look of distaste as she stumbled in behind you, clearly irritated by the loud obnoxious music. Coupled with the stench of weed coming from somewhere in the house, this was not Hwasa’s idle type of party. You didn’t mind it but even things like having to watch people basically fuck each other with their clothes on as you stumbled through the house was distasteful. You still hadn’t spotted Sunghoon.

The frown on Hwasa’s features immediately melted away when she noticed a familiar face that made both of you feel comfortable in this atmosphere. “Y/N! HWASA!” Yelled Hoseok from a couch across the room. He stumbled over to the two of over, evidently already intoxicated by the way his legs struggled to keep him steady as he walked. “Y’all are late!”

“Late,” Scoffed Hwasa, pulling Hoseok into a warm hug. “We’re not late – party doesn’t start until we arrive Hobi.”

He grinned at the two of you, a smile lighting up his red-tinted face. “Fair enough. The rest of the guys are at the back by the pool. Sunghoon is loaded as hell. You should have married his ass and then filed for divorce, Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes, sidestepping Hwasa and Hoseok who had become attached at the hip. “Sorry to disappoint you but I can and will make my own money, Hoseok.” He didn’t even bother to give you a reply, mouth already whispering jokes into your best friend’s neck. It was clear that Hwasa and Hobi we going to disappear together the moment you walked away so you shot a knowing wink and moved towards the pool area, as directed by Hoseok.

You had always known Sunghoon came from a wealthy family. He never hesitated to offer to pay for something, though you often adamantly refused, and he was quick to shower you in material gifts. But you didn’t date him because of his hefty pocket, at some point in your life you actually liked Sunghoon, his smile, his stupid jokes and his adorable cockiness. You would have stayed with him, but being who he was, he really had to ruin everything you had built together by sleeping with some first year girl. At first you were hurt because of being cheated on, but then your emotions began to be fuelled by other telling you that you needed to be hurt and at Sunghoon was trash or what he did. You didn’t disagree with those points but after a month, you were over hating him with every fibre of your being. Sunghoon had messed up but he had also given you a chance to dodge a bullet that could have destroyed you if you allowed yourself it get even more invested into the relationship. So you were excited for tonight, hopeful that Sunghoon and you could move on from the event that had marred both your histories and work towards a neutral relationship. You hadn’t been labelled a strategic diplomatic by your friends for no reason.

Said friends had overtaken the chairs beside the pool, a game of beer pong already set up. Everyone was there apart from two people, Taehyung and Jungkook. With a second glance you spotted Taehyung with his sliver mane in a tight embrace with Irene, a bile of disgust rising within as the memory from this morning’s brunch conversation resurfacing. You quickly averted your gaze from the couple, locking eyes with Namjoon who shared your grimace of pain.

“I had to go home and burn that costume,” He sadly stated as you plopped down beside him. He handed you his cup filled with chased vodka.

“Sorry about that. Taehyung is a piece of work,” You replied, glancing at the contents with distaste. “What is this shit? I want it straight Joon.”

He gave you a weary gaze. “Remember the last time you took a bunch of shots straight and you ended up regurgitating your entire stomach.”

You flinched as the memory of puking your guts out resurfaced. That had probably been the worst night of your life. So you shut your mouth and chugged the remainder of the drink, the failure warmth of alcohol slipping down your throat dampened by the flavour of grape juice.

“You’re really going to sit there and drink chased shit the whole night?” Questioned an incredulous Jimin, who already had a tight grip on a bottle of Jameson’s.

“Some of us like having working livers, Chimmy,” Retorted Yoongi, who was drinking something similar to yours.

“This is free alcohol. I repeat, free. So why not just drink everything and regret it tomorrow,” He replied.

You glanced at Namjoon, mouth parched and already craving more liquor. You wouldn’t consider yourself a seasoned alcoholic like Jimin but once you started drinking you always wanted to drink more, and the fact that Namjoon was chasing all your drinks was making you feel like a child who had her mother chaperoning her at a party.

“Jimin’s right. This is free, might as well drink what I like. Where’s the barcadi and tequila?” You asked, feeling the disdain of Namjoon and Yoongi burning into the side of your head.

“Do I have to remind you how badly that turned out last time again?” His frustration was evident in his voice.

“Relax,” You replied, hitting his arm gently. “I’ll pace myself.”

“I told Jungkook to grab the barcadi for the game like ten minutes ago, I have no idea where that boy went,” Jimin commented, swishing the remainder of the liquid in his bottle idly.

“I thought we all agreed to only play beer pong with vodka, because oh you know, taking clean shots of barcadi will fuck you up faster than Taehyung and Irene will get naked on the couch right there,” Namjoon retorted, his gaze getting increasingly concerned.

“Bold of you to assume that vodka won’t get me just as fucked up, hyung,” Retorted Jimin, who was looking more inhabited by the second.

“I think you might need to take a break, hyung.” Jungkook’s familiar voice rang from behind you. The twist you did to meet his face caused you a mild form of whiplash but it immediately rewarded when your eyes fell upon his broad chest, covered with a thin white shirt. Your eyes trailed upwards, finding a glittering sheen of sweat coating his tan skin, probably from being inside the warm building. His mission to get alcohol was fruitful because he was clutching a bottle of Bacardi in his grip, causing rivulets of blood vessels to casually rise to surface, resting beneath his soft skin.

For some reason you were beginning to be overly aware of his presence. And it was beginning to bother you. You swiftly averted you gaze, forcing your eyes to lock on the empty cup in your hands. But you could still feel the warmth of his presence as he brushed past your seated figure, plopping himself beside Yoongi. Maybe that wave of warmth wasn’t coming from him, it was probably just coming from the alcohol sitting in your gut. Right? Right.

“Jungkook, leave me alone. I’m perfectly capable of handling my shit,” Jimin snapped back. His reply was followed by him taking a generous swing from the nearly empty bottle in his hands.

“You want to mix whiskey and rum? Are you asking for alcohol poisoning?” Yoongi commented, his tone filled with disdain.

“I’m asking for a good time,” Jimin replied indignant. “Something you clearly don’t know how to have.”

“If you vomit, you’re cleaning yourself up,” Yoongi retorted, getting up from his couch. “I’m going to go hang out with some sane people. Bye.”

The three of you watched him leave, you were vaguely perplexed because a majority of the time Yoongi would join Jimin’s alcoholic antics. You turned to Namjoon, eyebrows raised in question to find a knowing smile on his face.

“He’s going to find some girl he’s been talking to. It’s kind of cute,” Namjoon stated.

“Blah, blah, everyone is getting some tonight apart from me and all of you so we might as well just drink ourselves shitless,” Jimin interrupted, abruptly getting up to the grab the bottle Jungkook was indolently holding. “Shots, anyone?”

♡

Maybe being around Jimin with alcohol in the mix was bad for your health. Actually, it was detrimental to your health and that was proven by the fact that you’d just spent fifteen minutes puking your guts out in a bathroom. Luckily, you had felt it coming before you had chucked your dinner all over yourself in the middle of the party.

You forced yourself off the porcelain floors, vision as wobbly as your knees and stumbled towards the sick to clean your mouth. A couple of vigorous rinses go rid of most of the smell and taste of Bacardi rising back up your throat but you could still taste the bitter acrid flavour at the back of your throat.

It was probably time for you to leave.

Hwasa had already disappeared with Hoseok and you’d lost most of the boys after Jimin and shoved a good portion of rum down your throat.

So your wiped your mouth and cleaned up the minor mess you’d made in the bathroom, exiting with single thought of leaving Sunghoon’s house unscathed. The simple goal was proving to be harder to accomplish with every passing second.

You had reached the staircase that led downstairs when you stumbled right into him.

“Y/N? Shit, are you alright?” Sunghoon’s grip on your wrists was warm and familiar and you unknowingly leaned into it, weak body hoping for some sort of support.

“No. I’m really not. I was just about to leave so if you could call an Uber for me-”

“Come on. Let me give you something to change into,” He said, ignoring your simple request. Something in your stomach made you want to pull away but Sunghoon had already turned you're already and with a comforting had on the small of your back he was leading yours towards his bedroom.

The path was familiar, you’d been lead towards it often enough but with every heavy step you took a boulder of dread settled in your gut. It only worsened when you heard the definite click of a door shutting behind you.

“Sunghoon, I-”

“Here, sit down. Give me a second,” He said, sitting you down on his plush black comforter. The last time you were here it was a pastel blue. For some reason, the colour of his bed didn’t sit well with you and fuel to the flame of premonition burning in your chest.

A folded grey shirt was placed in your place accompanied with a soft smile on his face. “Do you need water or anything?” “No, no, I’m fine. Sunghoon, thank you but I really need to leave.”

“You could stay the night if you want. I don’t think it’s safe for you to be travelling alone in an Uber right now, Y/N,”

You paused, fingers digging into the cotton fabric of the shirt he’d given you. A swift glance in his direction instantly caused a turmoil of forewarning rose in your throat.

“Thank you but I’m leaving.”

Before you could hoist yourself off the bed, Sunghoon’s tight grip was yanking you back down.

“You never replied to my texts. Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”

“I didn’t think I was going to come Sunghoon,” You carefully replied, your eyes flickering down to the pale hand wrapped tautly around your arm.

“But you changed your mind?”

“Yeah. Like I said, I should probably leave now.”

He ignored you, his grip loosening as it slid down your arm. His fingers entangled themselves around your wrist, gently grazing against your skin which suddenly felt cold and clammy.

“I haven’t seen you in a while and I just want to say something before you go Y/N.”

There’s a pause that makes you feel like you should just bolt out the door before he can continue speaking. Coupled with the rising waves of nausea, you weren’t ready to handle whatever he was about to spout out of his mouth.

“I’m really, really sorry for what happened. I-I never meant to do it or hurt you, Y/N. Really. I feel like shit every time I think about what happened.” He sounded remorseful but his apology was falling on deaf ears. You’d already moved on because by the time Sunghoon was sleeping around behind your back, you’d slowly fallen out of love with him. It still hurt when you found out but you’d pushed back the emotions a long time ago.

“It’s okay, Sunghoon. I’ve moved past it. You should too.”

“No, it isn’t-“

“Sunghoon, its fine. I’m over it and honestly, I really need to go home right now.” Another wave of nausea was clawing its way up your throat, threatening to spew itself all over Sunghoon’s clean sheets. You didn’t want to listen to another word from him because deep down you knew were this was going. He was acting remorseful to make you feel sympathy for him and then he was going to try and trap you back into his web of lies. You’d been through it before with your exes and you were tired of the act.

“At least let me drop you. It’s late,” He sharply retorted, a trace of irritation in his tone.

You whipped his hand off your body and jolted upright, the abrupt movement immediately causing your head to spin. Your head felt heavy and your feet were unstable as you stumbled towards the door.

“Bye, Sunghoon. I’ll show myself out.” Your hand had just touched the cool brass knob when a heavy pair of hands slammed down on your shoulders, pulling you right back into his hold with a force that knocked your breath right out of your chest.

“I never said you could leave.”

“GET OFF ME! FUCKING PSYCHOPATH!” Your words were accompanied with erratic thrashes of all your limbs; your feet kicked at his shins, elbows slamming into the ribs enclosing you. But Sunghoon held you tighter, twisting your figures away from the door as he pushed you towards the bed. The rhythm of your shoes banging against his wooden floorboards beat alongside the sound of your heart slamming against your chest.

You hit the bed hard, the weight of his body above your pressing you into the sheets. Your screams were muffled by the fabric falling into your open mouth but you’re still struggled against his firm grip, twisting and squirming away from him as much as you could. The sharp press of his knee against the back of your thighs halted most of your movements and within seconds he was squeezing your wrists together behind your back.

“Sunghoon, please stop. Get off me, please.”

Your plea went unheard because the hand not holding you down was slipping up the back of your shirt. Your throat tightened at the feeling his skin against yours and you tried to get away, only to receive a hard press of his knees onto your thighs.

The blood rushing in your ears blocked out the sound of the door softly opening.

“Sorry, but have you seen – GET OFF HER RIGHT NOW!”

The immense relief that washed through you as Sunghoon was hauled off your body was indescribable. It took you moment to put yourself together, lungs gulping in air as you pushed yourself upright. Your head still felt as if you’d taken a hammer to your skull but you steadied yourself, vaguely registering the sound of scuffle behind you.

You turned around to find Jungkook slamming Sunghoon’s head into the ground.

It bounced against the floorboards with a thud that echoed in your head. His hands were wrapped around Sunghoon’s neck and they were red with how tight he was holding him. It took you a moment to register that the choking sound was coming from Sunghoon.

“Jungkook! Stop!” You lunged forward, arms trying to pull Jungkook away from Sunghoon before he murdered him. “Jeon! Stop it!”

His eyes snapped towards you, dark with rage but his grip reluctantly loosened. In one swift motion he rose from the floor, taking the opportunity to kick Sunghoon in the gut. Without sparing a glance at your ex-boyfriend, Jungkook extended a hand towards you. You gingerly took it, rising as he supported your body. Without hesitating you feel into his warm, head burrowing itself into the soft fabric of his shirt.

You breathed in the familiar comforting scent of Jungkook as he led the both of you out of the room. But a comment from Sunghoon halted your tracks.

“So you’re fucking him now? I always knew you were. Fucking slut. You act like I was the only one cheating but everyone knew that you were sleeping with him the whole time too.”

Jungkook made a move to turn around, you could feel furnace of rage burning within his chest ad you wanted to let him go so he could pummel Sunghoon in the face but your fingers tightened onto his shirt, forming weak fists that gently pulled him back.

“Leave it. Please can we go? I feel like I’m going to-“

The world before you turned grainy, blurry spots of black flashing in your eyeballs as your knees buckled below you. You didn’t even register the flutter of your closing as collapsed right into Jungkook’s arms.

♡

Sunlight filtered through half open curtains, the warm rays landing right onto your face. You reluctantly cracked open your eyes, squinting in the glare of the morning sun. Your mind was still sleeping, a low thrum of a headache pulsing against your skull. But you were more focused on retreating underneath the sheets tucked around you. The bed you were in warm and soft, caressing your skin as you furrowed deeper into the sheets.

The first thing that you noticed was the taste of liquor and acid clinging to every crevice of your dry mouth. You swiftly glanced around the room, looking for the water bottle you usually stored near your bed. Your eyes never landed on the object, instead they shifted to the floor where you found a lone pair of black boxers crumpled on the bedroom floor.

Somebody shifted next to you.

You were instantly on high alert, careening away from the figure huddled next you as your eyes flashed around the room, trying to register to your location.

The underwear had just missed a laundry basket, which was adorned with a familiar looking pink plush but you couldn’t remember where it was from exactly. Across the room sat a brown desk, littered with papers and water bottles. Above the desk was an Over watch poster of Widowmaker. You only knew the character because it was Jungkook’s favourite-

“I know you’re awake.”

“Uh? Yes I am,” You replied, hastily pushing down the sheets you burrowed yourself in to find a wide eyed Jungkook observing you. His brown hair was tousled, as if his fingers had racked through the strands until the stood upright on their own accord. His skin looked pale and dry and even from here you could smell the faint lingering scent of alcohol.

What exactly happened last night?

Maybe he could see your mind wandering away because he dragged you right back, his tone careful as he asked, “Are you okay?”

“Yes? Why? What happened?” Your mind was searching through the records of the previous night, trying to link together the moment you lost consciousness and how the lead to you sleeping soundly in Jungkook’s bed. It didn’t seem like you’d done anything else but sleep because both your clothes were still clinging onto your sticky sweat covered skin. Unless, you’d put them back on?

“You,” He sounded incredulous, “You don’t remember last night.”

“Not entirely – oh. Oh.” Everything hit you at once.

“Fuck. Are you sure you’re alright?”

You stayed silent, reliving the feeling of Sunghoon holding you down with ease or how his head and neatly cracked against the wooden floorboards when Jungkook had shoved his head into the ground. Your heart was racing all over again and your hands felt clammy as you scrambled out the sheets, heading for the bathroom you knew you would find.

Vomiting on an empty stomach was unpleasant but you couldn’t stop yourself from violently retching into the toilet. You heard the patter of Jungkook’s bare feet hitting the floor as he followed you, watching silently as you ejected half your guts out.

You leaned back, steadying yourself against the porcelain toilet, your hands tremoring uncontrollably. For some reason, you wanted to laugh. Your tears were heavy behind your ears but they wouldn’t fall.

“Here, drink this.” A water bottle was nudged into your hands and when Jungkook realised you weren’t lifting it towards your mouth, his own fingers softly wrapped themselves around your shaking hands and pushed the bottle towards your dry lips.

“Rinse and spit it out,” He gently instructed, a hand coming to rest against your back.

The silence that followed was only broken when you got up, shaking Jungkook hand off your own and dumping the rest of its contents down your throat.

“Do you want to talk about?” He asked, trailing after your figure as you left the bathroom and wilted onto his bed.

“No. I really don’t.” Your voice sounded dead even to your own ears.

“At least report him or something,” Jungkook retorted, leaning against the bathroom of the doorway, a concerned frown marring his face.

“So they can do what? Tell me it was my fault for being in the room alone with him and incredibly drunk. Just leave it.”

His eyes narrowed at your bitter response, fits involuntarily curling up. “So you’re just going to act like never happened?”

“Yes.”

“You’re just going to let him walk away?”

“He never touched me-”

“But he hurt you, he held you down! Y/N, please if you don’t report it, I will.”

When you glanced up to meet his gaze the pure rage that burned behind his usually warm brown eyes caught you off guard. “Do whatever you want, Jungkook.”

“So you’re giving me permission to smash his face in the next time I see him.”

The statement made you crack a half-hearted smile but by the look on his face you knew he met it. The way his hands had wrapped themselves around Sunghoon’s neck drove shivers down your spine because you knew if you hadn’t pulled him off he might have killed him.

“Just don’t go to jail for manslaughter,” You tiredly replied.

“No promises.”

“How did you even find me last night?” You suddenly questioned, aware that if Jungkook hadn’t walked in at that moment things could have ended horribly.

His hand awkwardly rose to rub at his head, a tinge of rose tainting his cheeks. “I- Jimin said he saw you going to the bathroom and you looked really sick. I don’t know. I got worried so I went to look for you.”

“You got worried? About me?”

“You’re my friend, Y/N. Of course I got worried, everyone knows how low your tolerance is.”

You laughed, the sound feeling foreign in your hollow chest. “Uh, thanks though. For last night.” He’d unwittingly come to your rescue and he’d taken you home without thinking twice about it.

“Don’t mention it. I’d kill anyone for you, you know that right?” You didn’t miss the intensity that flickered across his eyes. And it warmed something in your heart.

“Yeah, I know,” You murmured back, suddenly interested in the navy fabric of his bed cover.

“There’s something you should know though,” Jungkook continued, shifting uneasily.

“What?”

“I had to carry you out last night and Sunghoon was screaming a bunch of shit. Everyone kind of heard and now most of the campus thinks we’re dating. Or having sex. Or something.”

You cocked your head curiously at him. “So what’s the problem with that? We know we’re not.”

He blushed, eyes landing on everything in the room but your figure. “Uh – I – Never mind.”

“Just say it.”

“I... I just thought that maybe we could use that to our advantage,” He sputtered out.

“How?”

“Well, neither of us are looking for a relationship right now, and maybe we could use the rumour to get our exes off our backs?” He suggested, still not looking at you. “You don’t have to say yes right now, maybe think about it? And it would be nice to have people back off on me right now so maybe you could help me out with that?”

“You want me to be your personal cockblock?” The idea sounded ridiculous even to you. “Jungkook we’re in college, just tell people no if you don’t want to sleep with them.”

“No! No. I don’t mean it like that,” He responded, moving to plop down the bed beside you. “I meant, maybe we could just fake date for a while until we’re ready to go into new relationships? You don’t want to be with anyone right now, right?” He turned to you, expectant. You nodded because you actually didn’t want to enter anything new with how messy your recent relationship had become. “See, exactly. I don’t want a new relationship right now too. So, we could just use this rumour to make people think we’re together and take our time to recover from our fucked up exes and then move on to other people.”

“You don’t think that’s even a little bit strange?”

“We don’t have to actually do couple stuff or make out. We just have to spend more time together. Is that a bad thing?”

You thought about for a second because he was right. But at the same time, you didn’t want to enter some false relationship just because you couldn’t get your ex to leave you alone.

In the distance your phone pinged.

“Maybe. I’ll think about it,” You replied, getting up to grab the device. When you clicked it open, a string of messages from Sunghoon awaited you. Your throat instantly tightened, a lump forming that had your choking. With quivering fingers you clicked through your contacts to block his number.

“I’ve changed my mind,” You quietly said, catching Jungkook’s attention. “Let’s date.”

♡

The coffee singed your lip, still scalding hot. You ignored, pushing past the burn to swallow the contents of the cup that Jungkook had just placed before you. He was seated across from you, hair neatly styled in waves that contrasted greatly with the messy bed hair you’d had the privilege of seeing earlier. His face looked brighter after your conversation you’d had this morning and the warm glow that caressed his cheek added to the effect.

 You still felt a little odd from last night and it didn’t he that you were currently wearing Jungkook’s shirt. The fabric was extremely soft against your skin. You knew he had a sensitivity for fabrics but for some reason that fact that you knew the shirt belonged to him made your skin prickle. He’d offered you his shower, a change of clothes and free coffee. Jungkook had always been generous when it came to you but something about this made you feel off.

“Is it okay?” He gently inquired.

 “Yeah, it's fine.” The coffee tasted slightly worse than what you were used to. Working at the local campus café had made you coffee tastes persnickety.  But it helped soothe the headache that had appeared as a result of last night’s shenanigans.

 He smiled, rose lips curving warmly. “Still can’t compare to Y&Y?”

“I’m loyal to my people, Jeon,” You retorted, fingers toying with the white napkin that had accompanied the coffee. “So, what exactly are we going to do?” Maybe that was causing the unnecessary amount of nerves that were wrecking through your body. You’d landed in a situation that you never thought could happen and the uncertainty of its consequences was eating away at you.

 “We don’t have to do anything in particular,” He responded, voice feathery as if he was afraid of saying something that would hurt you. “Maybe, just go out together sometimes. Alone. Are you okay with that?”

“We spend a shit ton of time together already, Jungkook,” You said pensively. “People are going to see right through it if we don’t do something romantic.”

 “Maybe you could wear my sweaters? I mean you’re already wearing my clothes right now.”

 You rolled your eyes. “What about grand gestures? Something sweet and sentimental that will surely knock your ‘‘girlfriend’’ off her feet?”

 “I’m not buying you flowers - unless you want some,” He hastily responded.

 “Do me a favor and by my food instead,” You replied nonchalantly, sparing a glance at the café doors as it tinkled open.

 Your day was just about to get worse.

 Jungkook didn’t notice you watching the girl that just came in, a sour look spoiling her beautiful features as her eyes shot all around the café as if she was looking for someone. When they landed on you, you hadn’t anticipated the glare of pure loathing that she gave you. You’d know Jiyeon briefly due to her relationship with your friend but she was always placated and sweet, you’d never seen this side of her and quite frankly you were terrified.

 Jungkook kept on talking, still oblivious to the furious stomps of his ex as she made her way to your table in the corner. But he was quickly pulled from his thoughts when she grabbed at his shoulder, sharp nails digging into a shirt and surely making a mark on his skin.

“Hey, baby. I’ve been looking for you,” Her voice was saccharine sweet but it made you watch to gag. It seemed poisonous as it permeated the once calm air that was electrified with tense in her presence. “We need to talk,” Her eyes flickered in your direction, narrowed as if she was willing your existence out her vision.

 “No. We don’t need to. We’ve spoken enough,” Jungkook responded, voice clipped as he pried her claws of his shoulder. “I told you to stop calling me that. We’re not together Jiyeon.”

 “You’re leaving me to go sleep with that whore?” She sounded hysterical but you had no sympathy for her. Instead, you wanted to take the nearest sharp object and jab into her delirious skull.

 “Who are you again?” You asked, voice blasé, eyebrows raised.

 “His girlfriend, bitch.”

 “Ex-girlfriend,” You calmly snipped back. “I’m his girlfriend now.” You relished in the way her skin flushed with rage, ignoring the smug look that Jungkook’s face had adopted as he gazed at you. For some reason acting like this was surprisingly easy.

 “You’re sleeping with everyone in that squad. You’re not him, you’re just a slut that he’ll dump soon. Jungkook always comes back to me,” Her voice was rising by the second, capturing the attention of oblivious patrons. In your peripheral vision, you could see an employee and a manager whispering together as they watched your table with growing concern.

 “Jiyeon, shut up. We’ve been over long enough and you need to get over it.”

 You’d never heard Jungkook sound so harsh, and for a moment when her face crumpled in dejection, you felt pity for her. But when your eyes met, you could see the anger flaring within her and you could tell something unpleasant was about to happen.

 The hand of an employee pulling her away and requesting her to leave halted those course of events in their path. But even as she marched away, her eyes stayed on you.

 “I think I may need a bodyguard soon,” You commented.

 “I’m your bodyguard now. If she touches you just tell me.” Jungkook seemed unfazed, fingers tapping away at his screen.

 You looked towards the manager, who was still warily watching your table. “I think we should leave, Jeon.”

 “Yeah. I have a study group to catch soon. Jin is asking everyone to come over tonight for dinner. You’ll come right?” His wide eyes were boring into your own, brown and bright as he awaited your response.

 “Free food at Seokjin’s? How could I ever say no?”

  ♡

“So…” Jimin said, chopsticks picking at slices of pork. “Does anyone have an announcement to make?” You curiously watched him glance at Taehyung’s direction, eyes glittering with mischief. Taehyung, on the other hand, looked disinterested, more focused on stuffing food in his mouth but that quickly changed when you heard Jimin’s foot come in contact with Taehyung’s shin.

 “What!” He snapped, catching the attention of everyone else at the table. 

“I said,” Jimin reiterated, “Does anyone have an announcement to make.” His eyes wiggled suggestively at Taehyung who was looking beyond flabbergasted.   

“If this is about Taehyung’s sex life, save it. I actually have an appetite for once and I want to enjoy my food,” Yoongi remarked, not looking up from his bowl.

“At least I have a sex life,” Taehyung retorted. “Did you even get the number of that girl yet hyung? Or does she still not know you exist?”

“Watch it before I shove my chopsticks down your throat,” Yoongi snipped back.

“This is getting off topic,” Jimin whined.

“What are you even talking about Jimin,” You questioned, motioning at Hobi to pass the bottle of soju that Jimin was hogging at his side.

“You know what I’m talking about. The person who’s meant to making an announcement is you.”

You froze, and so did Jungkook beside you, his usually bouncing legs coming to a startling standstill.

“What…What are you talking about?” Your voice sounded tiny even to your own ears.

“Ugh. I’ll do it for you. Jungkook and Y/N are dating.”

The cluttering of metal hitting bowls and chopsticks snapping at each other for the final cuts of meat came to an abrupt halt.

You mouth fell open as you searched for words to explain yourself. You pointedly didn’t look in Jungkook’s direction because it would immediately give you away. For a split second you wanted to laugh. Your friends actually believed that you and Jungkook were dating. Ridiculous.

“Actually,” You said, breaking the momentary cloud of silence that had befallen the group. “We’re-

“Yes, we’re dating,” Jungkook said, cutting you off. His hand came to gently rest on your knees, giving you a small squeeze. “It’s still pretty new so we wanted to keep it quiet for a bit.”

“Finally,” Namjoon remarked, starting to eat once more. “Glad to see you grew some balls and asked her out.”

 What? 

Hoseok must have noticed your shocked face because he gave you a mischievous wink. “Jungkook has been crushing on you since you first met, Y/N. Don’t be so surprised. We even made a bet to see how long it would take for him to ask you out. I lost because I guessed with the first year.” 

What…

“And that means Taehyung owns me because I guessed by the third year,” Jimin proudly stated, jabbing his chopstick in the direction of Taehyung. “Pay up.”

 “You should have waited one more year,” Yoongi muttered. “I would have won there.”

 “Why are any of you making bets on a person?” Soekjin inquired, voicing the concerns that were ringing in your head. “Jimin focus on not getting an STI, please. I heard there’s an outbreak of pubic lice on the campus and I bet you already have it.”

 “If I have it you have it too, hyung. I borrowed your underwear last week.”

“I’m going to poison your food next time,” Soekjin simply stated.

 “Um…” It just fell out of your mouth. Nothing that just happened made any sense in your mind. They’d just accepted the idea of you and Jungkook dating, suggested that they’d predicted it and immediately moved on like it didn’t matter. You didn’t know how that made you feel.

 Jungkook suddenly pulled you closer, mouth dropping down to your ear. “We have to pretend around them as well. Soekjin has a big mouth and it’ll all be to waste if word goes around that it’s fake,” He whispered, voice grazing against the skin of your neck. Your body involuntarily responded, drawing towards him as shivers trailed down your spine.

 “Please. I have faith in both of you. Don’t become like Taehyung,” Namjoon pleaded. “Save it for the bedroom.”

 You snapped away from Jungkook, body shivering from the sudden lack of heat that he had enclosed you in. Your eyes fell on the floor and you knew were ears were burning because of how warm your head felt. It didn’t help that you feel Jungkook’s gaze on you. You felt your gaze wandering to his hand clasped around your knee, acutely aware of the feeling of his touch. You tore your eyes away, trying to ignore the silence that had overtaken the group once more and the feeling of Jungkook on your skin.

 Luckily Taehyung broke the trance you were slowly slipping under by saying, “All of you are just jealous that I have great sex.”

♡

University was utter hell. The workload was kicking you in the ass and it didn’t help that the members of your group project were slacking.  So now you had to do all the group work as well as your regular homework. University kids were worse than high school kids when it came to group projects.

It had been a while since you last saw Jungkook. In fact, it’s been a while since you last saw anyone. You’d been copped inside your shared apartment with Hwasa, focusing on completing all the tasks that had been dumped on you. So you were pleasantly surprised when you bumped into you “boyfriend” as you were leaving the campus after a, particularly stressful quiz.

“You look like shit,” Jungkook snorted, easily fallen into step beside you. “When was the last time you slept?”

“What a nice way to greet your girlfriend,” You snapped back, trying to shuffle the pile of textbooks in your arm and carry your heavy backpack without breaking the laptop inside. “You’re one hell of a charmer.”

“Relax,” He replied, hands reaching out to grab the books from your hands. “But for real when was the last time you actually slept well?”

“I couldn’t answer that question even if I wanted too.”

“You need to take time for yourself, Y/N,” Jungkook muttered, concern colouring his voice. “Are you free this weekend?”

“Yeah,” You replied, “For once I am.”

“Great. You haven’t left your house in over a week so we’re going for a picnic date.”

You snorted. “A picnic date. Seriously.” “Is that not a cute date idea?” He hastily replied, a tremor of nervousness coloring his tone. “You don’t like it?”

“No, no. It’s really cute. I just didn’t expect that from you. I thought we were just doing simple dates at the café or something.”

“Oh. Would you rather do that instead?” He was looking at you, trying to decipher your reactions.

“It’s a bit much,” You muttered.

“A café date is fine,” Jungkook hurriedly continued. “We can meet at a café if that’s what you want.” But the idea of a picnic date was also extremely tempting, especially because you’d never gone on one before. By now you had exited the campus ground and were closing in on the turn you needed to take to get back to your apartment. You stopped, Jungkook stumbling behind you, and collected your books from him.

“Thanks for holding them. The picnic date is fine. Just text me the details and what I should bring. Got to keep up appearances, right? See you around!” You said. You had to leave now because you had a shift at the café later today and you needed to utilize whatever time you had in between to get your work done.

Jungkook watched you go, lower lip caught between his teeth and eyes forlorn. You had missed it but Jungkook had anticipated at least walking you home or something. He kicked at the ground, your figure disappearing around the corner before him.

“Yeah, see you.”

♡

“Are we really drinking sangrias in the middle of the park?” You asked, incredulously. You watched Jungkook pour out the drink into little plastic cups from a water bottle he’d stuffed into his backpack. Jungkook had only texted you the time and location for your picnic date but you still felt obliged to bring something, so your kimbap rolls sat next to the fried chicken Jungkook had brought along with various other foods. You were little bit surprised by Jungkook’s cooking abilities but he sheepishly admitted to only buying the fried chicken and then bribing Soekjin into cooking the rest for him.

 “Stop asking questions and enjoy your free alcohol,” He retorted, handing you a cup.

 You couldn’t help the laugh that slipped from your throat, the sound making Jungkook glance up. His eyes were shimmering behind the bangs obscuring his face a small grin on his face.

 You took a sip from your drink, wine and brandy greeting your mouth like a warm hug, leaning forward to swipe the hair out of his eyes.

 “You need a haircut Kooky.” Your fingertips grazed against his forehead, dragging themselves gently against the soft skin there. His eyes fluttered closed, leaning into your touch without hesitation. For a moment you admired him; the way his dark eyelashes brushed against his under eyes, the soft feeling of his brown hair against your touch, the way his skin had flushed when you’d touched him.

 And then you deviously flicked a finger hard against his forehead.

 “OW!” His yelp of pain was drowned out by your laughter, a surprised offended look clouded his brown eyes. “What was that for?”

 “Bringing alcohol into a public non-drinking space,” You breezily responded.

 “You’re drinking it!”

 “I am. But I was offered so I’ve committed a lesser crime here.”

 “You’re infuriating,” Jungkook commented, grabbing a cup for himself.

 “And you love it,” You mindlessly commented, basking in the warm glow of the sun above you. The picnic date was a good idea after all.

 “Yeah,” He muttered, mouth on his cup. “I do.”

 The afternoon was spent eating and laughing. Jungkook was one of your favourite people to talk too for a reason, he always made you feel at ease and being around him was just comfortable. Time passed quicker than you thought it had and soon enough, the both of you had demolished the food you’d packed. Jungkook watched you drain the last droplets of sangria down your throat, a glazed look in his eyes.

 You had flopped back onto the gingham picnic mat, a steady buzz thrumming in your veins from drinking half a bottle of sangria. His eyes were still on you as he followed your motions.

 “What?” You asked.

 “What do you mean?” Jungkook replied back innocently. You could hear the tremor in his voice, probably from ingesting just as much alcohol as you.

 “Why are you looking at me like that?”

 “It’s nothing. I’m just thinking.”

 “About what?” You pushed.

 He signed and rolled over, back against the earth and eyes skyward. “Do you remember the first time you fell in love?”

 Your eyes widened at the question, mind digging through your memories to pull out an answer. “Yes. I do, why?”

 “Do you remember what it felt like?”

You couldn’t help but smile, a memory of Jaemin resurfacing. Young love was something indescribable; every waking moment you spent with him was intense and full of passion and when you weren’t around him your heart ached with longing. “It was like,” You paused, recollecting your words. “It was like realizing that I there was someone else on earth that I would do anything for. I felt like I was learning how to give every part of myself away. I just wanted them happy and satisfied all the time – even if it brought me pain.”

 There was pregnant silence after you spoke, the air between you filled with unsaid words you couldn’t decipher. Jungkook was eerily silent, his eyes glued to the sky above him.

 “Have you ever fallen in love?” You asked, hoping to ease away the tense atmosphere between the two of you.

 “Yes,” He croaked out.

“What was that like?”

 He took a deep breath, air slipping past his rose-stained lips. The cool afternoon breeze blowing his hair away from his eyes so you could see the way they glimmered as he spoke. “I’ve never wanted the best for someone else so badly in my life. I’ve never thought about someone every moment of the day so much. I wake up thinking about her. I got to bed thinking about her. Even if – even if she doesn’t want me the way I want her I just need to be a part of her life. When we don’t see each other for too long I feel like I’m suffocating. When I do see her I feel like holding my breath in her presence. I’m so afraid of doing something wrong because I don’t know if I live without her.”

 Your tongue was heavy in your mouth as you said. “So, why aren’t you with her? Why are you here with me?”

 His eyes closed, a look of pain racking across his features. When he opened them again his gaze was empty, as if he had willed away the emotions he’d briefly spilled out to the world.

 “I don’t think she loves me the way I love her.”

 “So tell her,” You replied indignantly.

 He shook his head. “It’s too late – I don’t think she’ll ever love me back.”

 For some reason, you weren’t ever able to shake off what he said from that day on wards.

♡

Taehyung kept glancing at you from over the counter.

It was late in the afternoon and you had melted into the plush fabric of the couch of Namjoon’s shared apartment. You and Jungkook had been invited over for a mini study session and dinner. Your “boyfriend” was seated beside you and you had unconsciously thrown your legs over his, a laptop situated on your lap as you tried to type out an essay that just was not coming together. Taehyung’s looks were not helping your futile efforts, you couldn’t stop yourself from looking up every time you felt his eyes flickering between the two of you. Namjoon and Hoseok were working on a project beside Taehyung but at least their presence wasn’t infuriating because they were occupied with work. Taehyung, on the other hand, has made it his job to gaze at you as if your skin was peeling off your body. It was when he looked up for had to be the hundredth time that you whipped your head at him and snapped in irritation, “What do you want Taehyung?”

The man in question just smiled, a sly look glazing over his warm chestnut eyes. “Nothing.” But from the way it slipped from his mouth, you knew he was lying.

“Just say it. I’ve got work to do and you’re distracting me.”

“It’s really nothing. Ignore me. My mind is just wandering.”

“Hopefully not in the gutter,” Namjoon uttered, the glasses on his nose slipping forward as he gazed down at his laptop.

“We’ve discussed this before. If you want good sex then just go out there and get it,” Taehyung retorted.

“Hyung! Close your mouth. Some of us are busy,” Jungkook replied, voice irritated beside you.

“Fine. But let me ask something first. It’s what’s on my mind, Y/N,” Taehyung snapped back.

You sighed, cracking your tense knuckles as you stretched your arms out. “Go ahead.”

“How’s Jungkook in bed?”

You know during sit-coms when a character says something so absurd and out of place that everyone else is just left in shock as a record scratch plays in the background. Yeah, that was one of those moments.

“Hyung, shut up.” Jungkook’s body has tensed beside you, amplifying the shock that had reverberated through your chest. The two of you had obviously not had sex because this relationship was a fraud but they didn’t know that. And for some reason Namjoon and Hoseok were looking at the both of you expectantly while Taehyung just sat there, enjoying the mild flare of panic on your face.

“Um…” You searched the thin air for an answer. What were you even meant to say? It was great? He could do better? None of your business?

Jungkook was silent beside you, eyes avoiding your helpless gaze. But it also seemed as if he was holding his breath, the same apprehension and nervousness that you noticed last night in his room slithering between the two of you.

“Well I haven’t seen you limping yet,” Hoseok curiously commented, eliciting a choked sound of shock from you. “Have y’all fucked yet? Jungkook bangs his girls within the first week.”

“No, I don’t,” He indignantly replied, voice lilting upwards. The three men seated on the kitchen island exchanged a look that obviously meant Jungkook was lying. “Besides, she’s different,” He mumbled, the quiet statement causing a jolt of emotion to run through your chest.

“Ohhh, she is,” Taehyung replied, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

“I will choke you to death,” Jungkook retorted eyes narrowed in irritation.

“Leave him alone Taehyung,” Namjoon commented, his attention back on the assignment before him. “It’s not like you and Irene had sex in the first month of dating.”

“Correct. It was on the first day.”

The amusement that overtook your heart as you watched the look of disgust settling on Namjoon’s face as Taehyung continued to ramble was short lived. Jungkook nudged at your arm, capturing your attention as he leaned closer.

“Spend the night in my room? Everyone thinks we’re saints.” His voice was calm and soft as it slipped over your shoulder and into your airs, causing a shiver to trail down your spine as your fingers curled up, a feeling of yearning blossoming in your veins. You wanted to run them through something, drag them against something, touch something.

“Yeah, sure.” Your voice came was fragile, his presence making something in your throat close up.

When he smiled you swear your heart did a back flip. Why? You had no idea. And if you did, you were not going to acknowledge it.

“Okay baby,” He said louder. This time you knew it wasn’t for your benefit but for the people surrounding you. This thing wasn’t real after all. And for some reason, whenever Jungkook was close to you, you kept on forgetting that.

The power Jungkook has over your body resurfaced like an ugly snake later that evening. After dinner, he’d taken you by the hand and led you away from your rowdy friends who kept throwing suggestive glances and eyebrow wiggles at you as you left. It worsened every time you looked at him as you walked towards his apartment, which wasn’t far from Namjoon’s. You thought Jungkook would tell you it was okay to leave once you were out of their sights but he kept a warm gently grip on your hand as you meandered into his familiar apartment.

He gave you the bathroom to change, chucking a large t-shirt at your head as he fumbled with the speakers. The music eased the awkward tension that had infiltrated the space between the two of you, only for it to reappear when you climb into his bed.

You pulled the sheets around your torso, forming a cocoon to calm your beating heart as you heard Jungkook strip his clothes off behind you.

When you felt the bed dip with his weight your throat closed up.

It was quiet at first, your sense overly aware of the gap Jungkook had left between the two of you. He was eerily still, the comforter moving softly with the rise and fall of his best behind you. Then something snapped inside him because he twisted around to face you, bare chest pressed against your back.

“I can’t sleep like that,” He murmured, soft voice permeating the moonlit air.

“Yeah. Neither can I,” You reassured him. Having Jungkook so near but feeling so far at the same time was making something ugly twist in your chest.

“Do you – do you mind if we cuddle?” He sounded hopeful, breath grazing the back on your neck.

Every nerve in your body was reacting; from the press of his bare skin against your own back as his chest rose and fell, to the feeling of his voice caressing your skin as he spoke. You wanted to wrap him around your body and never let go.

“No. I don’t mind,” You whispered into the night.

He sighed heavily, releasing a breath that you never knew he was holding, arms instantly pulling you into his chest as his arms came to rest atop your own. You felt your skin prickle with goosebumps as he nudged his head into the crook of your neck, a content sigh escaping his lips.

His fingers found themselves idly tracing patterns across your exposed arms. “Goodnight,” He whispered into the skin of your neck.

“Goodnight,” You replied, your heart constricted in your chest.

You didn’t sleep at all that night.

♡

The mid-term break was right around the corner. You weren’t the only happy person on campus. The air buzzed with excitement as people huddled in groups, planning where to go, which parties to attend, who they were going to try and sleep with.

It had been nearly a month since you and Jungkook had established your false relationship. You hadn’t seen Sunghoon since that night at his house and Jiyeon had vanished since the fiasco at the café. But maybe you had been ignoring the world due to the workload that had been dumped on you. This had been your busiest term so far but as the end drew closer you felt a deep sense of satisfaction because you had tried your best at everything you could do and your grades were reflecting that.

So when Jimin had mentioned that someone was throwing a party this weekend and asked if you were coming with Hwasa, you didn’t hesitate to say yes. You deserved to have a good night, free of deadlines and bullshit.

And you were going to go all out too.

Jimin had started you off with chased shit, weary eyes watching down everything in mere minutes. You hadn’t been aware of it but Jungkook was glaring at him the whole time which was why Jimin was pacing you. But at some point your overprotective boyfriend had disappeared into the night, leaving a very impressionable Jimin with a very persuasive you.  This obviously resulted in two very intoxicated people egging each other to drink more.

Your streak of drinking was only interrupted when Namjoon pulled you away, a concerned look on his face. For a moment you thought it was about you and you already had an elaborate excuse on the tip of your tongue but you instantly swallowed it when he asked, “What’s wrong with Jungkook?”

“What? What do you mean? He was fine when we came here,” You replied, eyes flickering as you tried to pinpoint his location.

“He’s not here,” Namjoon sighed. “He’s in the living smoking – and he never smokes unless he’s going through shit. Did you guys have a fight?”

The shock must have been clearly painted on your face because Namjoon rolled his eyes and gestured to the direction of the living him, gently pushing your forward. “Whatever it is, sort it out. He gets into a weird place when he smokes weed.”

You nodded, feet acting on autopilot as the stumbled forward. You bypassing people who were devouring each other’s faces in the hallways, your fingers digging into your skin as you moved. Jungkook had seemed fine that night. He hadn’t acted out of character so what was bothering him?

Your eyes were attacked by a heavy cloud of smoke as you stepped into the living room, the smell of weed sinking into the fabric of your clothes instantly. You didn’t mind smoking but this was on a different level. Bongs were stationed in different corners of the room, groups of people huddled around them as they took turns with lighters. In some groups, people were passing joints around. They lay languidly, their eyes half-closed with a look of utter peacefulness and bliss on their faces, mouth upturned in lazy smiles. It didn’t take you long to find Jungkook, you just had to peer behind the curtain of smoke obscuring your vision to find a frowning young man, a burning blunt in his fingertips and a frown etched upon his face.

“Hey! What’s up?” The words felt clunky coming out of your mouth as you plopped down beside him.

The look he gave you made you feel like crawling away. His eyes had become crimson, half glazed and narrowed as he glanced at you.

“How much did you drink?” He responded, voice eerily monotone alongside the rhythmic beat emitting from the speakers.

“Not a lot,” You slurred out.

He sighed, balling up a rolling paper in the hand that was free of the joint. “Don’t you ever learn your lesson?”

“What are you talking about? Why do you look so down? Why are you smoking?”

He snorted. “What. Am I not a free adult who can you what they want? Why are you drinking when you know how fucked up you get when you do?”

You blinked. Jungkook had never spoken too you like that. Ever.

“What’s with the attitude?” You snapped, feeling the urge to clock him on the head hard.

“I’m just tired,” He replied, voice despondent.

“That’s not an excuse to be rude.”

“Just leave me alone. I don’t want to be around you right now.” He looked away, raising the smoldering joint to his chapped pink lips. He took a long drag, eyes fluttering closed as inhaled deeply. He kept the smoke in only letting his mouth gently fall open when he was satisfied. You watched with an open mouth, unable to formulate any words. Jungkook had never told you to ever just leave – you had known this boy for nearly four years, you had spent a night in his room and now he was telling you to just leave.

You got up abruptly, anger simmering in your veins. “I’ll leave. If that’s what you want,” You hissed out, stomping away from him.

With a mind clouded with anger, your receding figure did not notice the look of painful longing etched on his face. He tore his eyes away, another drag of smoke slipping into his lungs, his heart thrumming in agony against his ribs.

You found Jimin and Taehyung easily enough. Your mood had been ruined by the brief encounter with your supposed boyfriend and now you were just craving any source of alcohol to wash away the anger Jungkook had risen within you.

Maybe it was a bad idea to take so many shots but it didn’t matter to you at the time.

Making the ache in your heart dissipate mattered more.

♡

Jeon Jungkook never knew he could hate someone just as much as he loved them. There was something about her that just drew him closer all the time and yet she could never see what he felt for her. Not even in a fake relationship. So how was he ever going to come forward and tell you he’d fallen in love with you the moment he’d seen you smile? And he heart had become yours the first time he heard you laugh? Or that he would turn the world upside down just to make you happy?

And it wasn’t like he was unlucky when it came to girls. He had always had someone around, whether it be for a casual fuck or a shallow relationship. But never you. You were different. No matter how hard he tried he couldn’t make you realize that he was here for you no matter what.

At this point, he didn’t know whether to give up at this point.

Jungkook sighed, mind slowly lifting from weed-induced haze that he’d sunken into. But his heart didn’t lift up, staying despondent in a cloud of melancholy.

Maybe it was better to just end this false thing no. It was hurting him more than he wanted to admit because even if you weren’t really his then at least he could pretend. But having something so near in your reach yet never being able to touch it was shattering his heart into shards.

Jungkook had left much earlier than he normally would have. Seeing your face was becoming more of a personal form of torture instead of eliciting the usual rush of delight he would feel whenever he was around you. He didn’t miss the curious glance Namjoon and Soekjin had shot in his reaction when he had stumbled towards the door but he couldn’t find the energy to care. He had no idea whether you were still there but he was lying to myself if he said he wasn’t worried. After finding you like that, with Sunghoon just holding you down – the conjured image itself was urging his fingers to curl up into fists – your safety was his first priority. You were his first priority. But he was hurting himself in the process and he doesn’t know whether it was worth it anymore.

He’d gone home, found a half-eaten pizza in the fridge and selected a playlist that had him sitting in silence, despondently chewing cold congealed pizza as he looking at the clock on the wall of his living room. It was already past one in the morning but he couldn’t stand going to bed. Not when he could remember the feeling on your body in his arms, the way his skin felt against yours, the joined heat of the two of you under the blankets.

He hadn’t been able to sleep that night.

A bang on his door behind him broke Jungkook from the ocean of thoughts he was drowning under. He shot up, dropping the pizza in its box, senses oddly alert from the weed slipping away from his system and meandered towards the door.

He never imagined he’d be opening the door to you.

You were a mess, makeup smudged and cheeks flushed with warmth. But the moment your eyes landed on him your eyes  brightened up, making something blossom in his chest with ease.

“Jungkook~” You whined, body falling forward as your legs failed to cooperate. He caught you easily, noting the tepid warmth that radiated from your skin and sunk into his own.

“Y/N! What are you doing here? How did you get here? Who dropped you?” Jungkook’s voice sounded shrill even to his own ears but he couldn’t help it – panic had slipped in the moment he’d seen you dishevelled figure.

His questions flew right over your head - you were too preoccupied with pushing your way into his home - weakly head-butted his chest in order for him to move.

“Why did you leave so early?” You continued to whine, hands coming up to grasp at his shirt. “Why were you so mean to me?”

You didn’t expect Jungkook to grab your chin, gently tugging your head up has his concerned brown eyes searched your own. They were so pretty up close, shades of chocolate and chestnut intertwining in his irises. You wanted to fall into them and never come out.

“Y/N,” He said slowly, deep voice joining the crickets outside in an odd orchestra. “How. Did. You. Get. Here.”

“I walked,” You stated, blinking at him.

“You what? In this state? Jesus fuck! Do you ever think about the consequences of your actions?” He was yanking you inside, arms steading your drunken stumbles as he slammed the door behind your joined bodies. “I’m to kill all of them,” He murmured. “Did any see you leave? Jimin? Taehyung?”

You shook your head, the simple motion causing a maelstrom in your mind. “Their girlfriends came over. I missed you. So I walked here.”

Jungkook didn’t know whether to slam his head against a wall or to hold you and never let go.

He settled from pinching the bridge of his nose and taking in several, deep breathes. “You’re going to be the death of me, Y/N.”

You ignored him, moving towards the couch to find the pizza box. “Ohhh. Can I eat this?”

“You’re to get food poisoning, come here. Let me take care of you.” His hand found itself on your wrist, gently guiding you away from the box and into the kitchen. Jungkook may have allowed himself to eat that but he couldn’t do that to you.

Soon enough you found a cup of ramen placed before you, along with a bottle of water that Jungkook insisted you were going to finish right then and there. You ate obediently, feeling satisfied that you had all of his attention and that you getting food in the process.

You didn’t pick up on the searching glances Jungkook was giving you as he assessed you from head to toe, looking for any sign of bodily harm. He was driving him crazy to think that you walked to his apartment in the middle of the night, all alone. Something in his head was beating him up for not staying there – for not finding you and keeping you safe.

That was when the noticed the dark stain on your shirt.

“What’s that?” He slowly asked, trying to ease the tension from his voice.

“Oh,” You glanced down, “That was just Jimin. He spilled something on me.”

Jungkook was going to knock Jimin dead the next time he saw his hyung.

“You need to change. You can’t stay like that.” He was already moving before you could object, immediately returning with a black shirt of his. You gratefully accepted it, halting your eating in order to strip away the stained shirt you were currently wearing. In your current state of mind, you hadn’t thought about whether removing your shirt in front was Jungkook was a good idea. So he got a good flash of your lacy black bra before he had spun around, heart thumping in his chest.

You giggled when you noticed his turned back, rubbing the cotton fabric in against your fingertips. “It’s okay, turn around.”

He did so slowly, eyes still focused on the floor until they gradually moved upwards.

Jungkook never knew that someone could look so beautiful in a plain shirt and ruined makeup.

You looked like his, content from good food and still very drunk. And the shirt that was normally oversized on him was drowning your figure in fabric.

It hurt so much to know that was never going to be a reality for him.

“I’m tired,” You yawned, getting up to try and dump the utensils in the sink and trash the noodle package. Jungkook grabbed them both from you, eyes flickering to the clock that showed it had gone past two in the morning. He wasn’t letting you leave his house at this time.

“Yeah, we should sleep now,” He muttered, leading you towards the bedroom. You meandered inside, instantly heading towards the bed that you had grown increasingly familiar with over the past couple of weeks. You got in first, the sheets more comfortable than they had ever been. Jungkook watched you struggled with the blanket, frustrated noises slipping from your mouth that had his own curling upwards.

He acted on instinct, moving forward to take the blankets and gently tuck them around your figure until you were content.

“Thank you,” You slurred out, eyes already shut. “You’re the best when you aren’t being mean to me.”

Jungkook smiled, the motion more painful than joyous. He found himself leaning forward until his lips were softly pressed against your forehead. You sighed at the feeling, a lazy grin on your lips.

“Goodnight sweetheart,” Jungkook whispered, voice straining with sadness.

“Night Jeon. Love you.”

♡

You awoke with a jolt, senses instantly taking in the familiar furniture that you had been accustomed too. Jungkook was still sleeping beside you, chest rising and falling as the sun appeared behind his drawn curtains, bathing everything in a warm sepia glow.

You head was pounding, a clear indication you had taken too much last night. You couldn’t even remember how you’d ended up in Jungkook’s bed but your feet were strangely sore.  At least it was Jungkook and not some random guy.

That’s when you noticed you were wearing his shirt.

You got out the bed slowly, trying not to alert him as you located your clothes. They were strewn across the floor, accompanying Jungkook’s own clothes. You were trying your best not to panic. There was no way anything happened between the two of you last night – you and Jungkook were best friends, there were no feelings involved. At all.

And yet you couldn’t even wake him up to say goodbye. Instead, you gathered your belongings, not bothering to change out his shirt and fled with your tails tucked between your legs.

The first thing you did upon your return home was to strip the shirt off and leave it on your bed.

Hwasa was not home yet when you dashed into your shared apartment, much to your happiness. You cleaned up quickly, trying to scrub off the thought of you and Jungkook off your mind just as you were scrubbing your skin clean of last night’s alcoholic mistakes.

For most of the day as you run around campus, attempting to finalise all the small things you needed for mid-term break. Most students were leaving today, heading home to enjoy a merited holiday but that was not on your mind. Your parents lived to far for you to travel back in the middle of the term so you usually staying on campus. But you still had to run some errands before the school officially closed for break.

You returned home to find his shirt still on the bed, its forlornness amplified by the dark colour of the shirt. Jungkook had always preferred simple hues in his clothes. You were tempted to shove it right to the back of your closet and pretend like last night never existed but you still couldn’t piece together the series of events that ended up with you at his house. The only one who would know would be Jungkook. And you had to apologise too, for running off without a single word. Jungkook hadn’t texted or called you to ask if you were alright and it hadn’t surprised you.

So you shoved it into a bad (after folding it neatly) and left your home, trying to hold your head high and failing indefinitely.

His door wasn’t locked when you tried to open it.

You warily stepped in, wide eyes flickering side to side as you searched for the owner of the apartment. Your mouth was already open, his name forming in your throat when you heard a yell from his bedroom door.

“Get out! You have no right to be here Jiyeon! We’ve talked about this – We’re over! What don’t you understand?”

You froze in your tracks, the sound of an infuriated Jungkook piercing your ears. You knew why a second later, your feet leading you towards the door. Her face appeared between the crack of the open door, tears streaking down her face.

“You can’t tell me you love her! Everyone saw you leave without her last night! That slut is probably sleeping with half your friends!”

“Don’t you dare call her a slut Jiyeon.” His voice was ice, cutting in the tense atmosphere in the room with its harshness. “Have you forgotten how you spread your legs for nearly half the track team?”

“That was a mistake!” She wailed. “I didn’t mean too. Babe, I miss you – I know you miss me too!”

“I wished I missed you, Jiyeon,” He snapped back, racking his fingers through his rumpled russet tresses. “It would make everything so much easier if I wasn’t in love with her – it really fucking would.” He sounded like he was holding back tears when he laughed but you couldn’t see his face. You’re not sure you wanted to see his face.

Jiyeon’s look with bewilderment replicated your own. Hers was quickly replaced with a look of dejection when he ordered her out of his house for the last time.

You got out before either of them noticed you were there the whole time, fingers trembling as you left the door slightly ajar behind you.

Your shaking hands dug through your bag to find your phone, dialing Hwasa’s number with unsteady jabs at your screen.

“Hey! Where-”

“I think Jungkook is in love with me,” You sputtered out.

There was a moment of silence as you wanted for Hwasa to process what you had said. Heck, you were still processing what you had heard earlier.

“Umm…” She uttered. “I mean you guys are dating, so I think he is meant to be in love with you?” She sounded as confused as your heartfelt.

“No – no. The thing between us was fake. I think Jungkook is actually really in love with me.”

“What! The dating thing was fake? Wait, why? Y/N what’s going on?”

You exhaled, jumping into the tale of what happened the night of Sunghoon’s party and how it resulted in your current predicament and how you had just realised that Jungkook had been in love with you the whole fucking time.

“How you manage to get yourself in shit-storms like this, I will never know,” She commented. “But we need to report Sunghoon! You should have told me! I had long nails last week, I would have clawed his face off.”

“The school wouldn’t have done much and you know that, Hwasa.”

“Then the police? Let’s go there.”

“I don’t have any signs of trauma or bodily harm. Sunghoon never got there, Jungkook – Jungkook stopped him before it happened.”

“Y/N,” Hwasa gently said, “You’re so shocked that Jungkook likes you that I’m starting to think that you like him back as well.”

You paused, a weird constricting feeling in your chest. “I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do. And in my opinion, you should just bang him, get him out of your system if you end up not wanting him.” “I can’t sleep with one of my closet friends,” You retorted.

“Yes, you can. You kissed Jaemin when you guys were only friends and you didn’t even know if he liked you back. Jungkook likes you and you know it. Plus you like him back. So what’s the problem here?”

“Well,” You sputtered, searching for some excuse but not finding any.

“Exactly,” Hwasa replied triumphantly. “Go give him his shit back and call me after you’ve at least kissed or something! I heard his dick is big.”

The dial tone hit your ear hard. You gazed at your phone, trying to think of another person to call so you can waste time before eventually going back to Jungkook’s. But he was the only other person you called frequently enough besides Hwasa, and she wasn’t going to pick up anytime soon.

So you recollected yourself and walked back. Your knuckles barely grazed the door when Jungkook ripped it open, agitation contorting his features. It immediately eased away when his gaze fell on you. However, the tense grip on his door handle did not disappear.

“Oh. It’s you.”

“Yeah, hey. I just came by to drop the shirt you gave me last night,” You replied, trying your best to ignore the tremor colouring your voice as you handed him the bag with his shirt. “Thank you for that.”

He took it, nodding without a single comment, feet already shuffling back so he could slam the door in your face.

“Wait!” You sputtered out, had shotting out to hold the door open. “Can I come in? Just for a moment. I want to talk.”

Jungkook regarded you with a wary gaze, stepping back so you can enter. “You can’t stay long though. I’m leaving tomorrow so I need to pack,” He mentioned, voice clipped.

The fact that he was going away so soon made your heart sink in ways you couldn’t explain. You walked in, eyes landing on everything but him. Your palms felt clammy to your touch, heart thumping harder against your chest with every passing second.

When you looked up, he was staring down at you expectantly.

Your mouth was dry, the words you wanted to say stuck in your throat. You cleared it, fingers fumbling with the hem of your jacket as you attempted to calm down your racing heart.

“Well? Are you going to say anything? I have things to do.”

You took in a shaky breath. This was the first time you’d ever been a position like this. Relationships were never hard for you. If you like a person you would tell them upfront. But with Jungkook you were so so afraid that you had misread the situation and by saying something you would have ruined a long-term friendship.

But you opened your mouth and said it anyways.

“I like you.”

The three words caused him to freeze, dark brows raised in shock.

“I-I don’t know if you like me back, but I feel like I should say it-”

“Do you mean it,” Jungkook quietly said, cutting you off.

“What do you mean?” You questioned, looking at him. Jungkook’s eyes were wide and dark with intensity.

“I mean, do you mean it. Do you really like me?”

“Yes, Jungkook. Why would I-”

His mouth was pressed against yours before you could even register him pulling you closer. You melted in his touch, mouth willing opening to let him in. You needed too. You wanted Jungkook to consume you wholely, take every part that you were willing to offer. And his did, drawing your lower lip between his with a sigh of content rumbling behind the chest you were holding onto you. His hands slipped around your waist, drawing you closer to him with a small tug. Sparks shot through your body as the feeling of his hands on your body, the nerves within you responding to him in ways they’d had never before for anyone else.

When you pulled apart, your lips were tingling. He rested his head against yours, cheeks flushed rouge and peach lips glistening. It just made you want to kiss him even more.

“I don’t think you know how badly I’ve wanted to do that,” He rasped out, dark eyes flickering between your lips and eyes.

“Do it one more time. Please.”

You drew him closer again, fingers dragging themselves against his scalp as your lips found one another once more, eliciting a groan from him. It was even better the second time, your mouths moving in unison as Jungkook drew out muffled moans from your own mouth. His tongue pressed against your own, his need to have you apparent in how he pulled you even closer to him. You gave away more of yourself, a new type of desire blooming in your body as you kissed Jungkook. It was harder to pull away this time, enough though you needed to breathe you found yourself coming back for pecks that quickly turned into passionate kisses.

Jungkook finally backed away, mouth open and hair ruined from your ministrations. “We’re going to have to stop before we do something we might regret.”

“I don’t want to stop. Do you?” You muttered, aware of you your underwear was drenched in slick right down. There was already a tight coil of desire in your core that was wound up. You hadn’t slept with anyone since Sunghoon and from what you felt earlier Jungkook was just as wound up as you were.

He paused, evaluating your face. “Are you sure?”

You pressed your body against him, the bulge in his pants pressing against your stomach. The feeling of him there made your legs tremble with want. “Absolutely.”

Jungkook hoisted you into the air without a second thought. You shrieked, hiding the smile on your face in his neck. Your legs naturally wrapped themselves around his waist, given his crotch the perfect amount of access to your dripping core.

He dropped you down on his bed with ease, falling right between your legs with a loud thump. You head had hit the bed too hard causing a soft cry from your lips.

“Did I hurt you?” He hurriedly asked.

You smiled, pulling his face closer to yours. “Yes. But you can fix it with a kiss.”

You felt the smile in his kiss when his lips touched yours and then you were lost in the sensation of having him like that. And the sounds he was making. You had never pinned yourself to like loud men but with every groan and whimper that Jungkook made, the wetter you became and the more you liked it. Until the feeling of emptiness was unbearable and you were bucking up at his elevated hips, searching for some form of relief. Why were you wearing jeans? Why was anyone wearing any clothes?

A rough grip landed on your hip, pressing it back down on the mattress. You whined, pulling away from Jungkook’s lips.

His eyes were blown out, dark with want but unforgiving as he said, “Wait. I want to eat you out first.”

He slid down, pausing to devour your neck, leaving a dark mark in wake of his lips before digging his fingertips into the waistband on your jeans. You helped him, yanking off the bottoms and your top with vigour and tossing them onto the floor. When you reached for your underwear, Jungkook stopped your hands, pushing them back onto the bed.

“Let me,” He whispered, voice husky. You swallowed, nodding as you watched him spread apart your pliant legs before dragging his wet tongue right down your clothed pussy. He slipped two fingers into the waist of your underwear, slowly dragging the fabric away. You didn’t know you could get any wetter than you already word, but when his eyes finally landed on your exposed pussy he muttered a soft “fuck” that had you drenched in an instant. His tongue was on your clit immediately, swirling patterns of figure eights across the sensitive bud before moving lower to map out every part of you with his mouth.

You found yourself bucking into his mouth, nails digging into his scalp as you whined with need. Jungkook revelled in your response, eagerly finding new places to slip his tongue into. He flicked it against your entrance, tensing the nerves around there before tentatively pressing his tongue inside you.

You groaned, legs falling wider apart to give him more space to devour you. Jungkook compiled, enthusiastic flicks against your pussy making your back arch against the mattress.

“F-fuck! Jungkook, ugh.” You had never been eaten out like this. Jungkook was tasting every part of you and from the hums in he was making he was enjoying it just as much as you were. You glanced down, finding Jungkook staring up at your face as his tongue formed whirlpools around your clit your glistening slick on his mouth.

His fingers joined a moment later, probing at your entrance until two of them easily slipped past your walls, replacing his tongue. The pushed forward, your pussy tight around them, curling up in order to reach the ball of nerves that would set you off. You were already building up towards the edge. You hadn’t had anyone touch you like this in a long time and you had to admit that Jungkook was good. So good that in a moment he had the pads of his fingers against something that had you panting into the air.

“Fuck, you look so gorgeous,” He groaned against your pussy lips. “So fucking beautiful with my mouth on your pussy and my fingers in you. You like this don’t you? Like having my dirty mouth on your pussy.” He pressed his tongue against the sensitive bud, causing a jolt to run through your body as the fingers inside you dragged against your walls. You could already feel them tightening, the tremors of your release thrumming in your legs.

“You want to cum don’t you? All over my mouth and my fingers,” Jungkook rasped, his fingers snapping into your pussy. He knew you were close and he was relishing in the way your body responded to him. You were losing it, unable of making coherent sentences apart of the occasional scream of his name when he was too rough with you.

Then he stopped, pulling his fingers from your pussy with a wet loud sound that had you snapping your head up to look at him again.

“Why – why did you stop?” You were so close, you just needed a little bit more and you would have disintegrated in his hands.

Jungkook grinned, leaning forward to press a kiss against your lips. It felt strange to taste yourself on his mouth but you didn’t mind it.

“I can’t let you come yet, Y/N. Do you know how many times I’ve thought of having you like this? There are many, many things I want to do tonight. Can be good for me and wait until I say you can?” Jungkook murmured against your mouth.

You nodded, gulping as he crawled back up the bed, fingers grazing your warm skin.

“Truth be told I could eat your pussy for hours. Days even. The sounds you make – fuck I love your mouth.” He was pulling you in for another kiss, the significant bulge of his right against your clit. You whined, the fabric of his jeans hurting you with every minuscule buck of his hips.

It took a couple of seconds for Jungkook to understand what you meant but when he did he kicked him them, leaving him in a pair of black boxes that failed to conceal the massive tent he was rocking behind the fabric.

You wanted to touch him, run your fingers along his length and make him feel as good as he was making you feel but before you could reach out and wrap your fingers around his cock, Jungkook was pulling them back, clasping your wrists in one large hand of his and pressing them into the sheets with force.

“Let me see all of you first,” He said, the other hand slipping behind your back to unhook your bra. Your breasts fell out of them, Jungkook easily catching them with his mouth. Your nipples had never been sensitive but the moment his mouth touched the skin there nerves connected and sparked, sending signals of desire right down to your pussy.

“Fuck, f-f-uck! Jungkook! Fuck please put your fingers in me.”

“Beg.”

“Jungkook, please, please. Need your fingers inside, need anything, Fuck please.”

“So fucking eloquent with words,” He hissed, two fingers slipping back down to pump themselves in you. You arched into them, driving your hips down so he could faster into, they twisted with your movements, coaxing another rise out of you were every lick against your nipples alongside the feeling of his fingers flexing inside you.

Just as you drew closer he pulled them away again, leaving your frustrated, walls clenching desperately around the air. But you immediately forgot about it when Jungkook looked at you with utter want, lips swollen from working up every part of your body.

“Want to ride my face?”

It took a little bit of cooperation and with your legs already weak from being so close two times and then cruelly denied you had a bit of trouble making them function. But then you were descending down on Jungkook’s mouth, his arms holding your hips up. He pressed a kiss against your pussy lips, spreading them apart with an expert drag of his tongue that had you leaning forward, stomach caving in as you tried to hold back the orgasm that was threatening to tip you over.

“Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. I could stay here all day. You taste so fucking good on my tongue.”

“I’ll taste even better when you let me cum.”

He chuckled, the sound vibrating right into your core. “Is that what you want baby?”

You began to nod, only to throw your head back with Jungkook’s lips found themselves around your clit once more. Your chest heaved with each short lungful of air as you tried to keep yourself upright and not sit down directly onto his face. Wave after wave of tremors that shot through your legs from your core was making it hard for you. You could already feel it peaking, a blazing white heat burning in your core as you fists the bed sheets beside you in an attempt to draw it away.

“Come baby girl. Come all over my face.”

You didn’t need another command, a shudder wreaking havoc through your body as you released yourself onto his tongue. Jungkook lapped it up, moaning into your pussy as he took one hand to his pants, palming himself through the thin fabric.

“Fuck,” You heaved out, heart beating out of your chest.

“Are you okay with another one?” He muttered as you slipped away from his head, thighs still feeling like putty at the smallest movement. The fact that Jungkook wanted to drag another orgasm out of your tired body was mind blowing.

“G-give me a moment.”

Jungkook did, a satisfied smirk on his face as you collapsed beside him. Your eyes had fluttered closed unwillingly but snapped right back open when you a felt a press of a kiss against your forehead.

Why did that feel familiar?

His hands were trailing patterns against your skin, guiding themselves down to your still drenched pussy slowly. You savoured the feeling of him against your skin, allowing yourself to enjoy it because finally after yearning for it Jungkook was yours.

“Can I fuck you now?”

You nodded into the comforter, legs spreading open. You didn’t miss the small smile Jungkook sported, before climbing above your body to flip you around so that you were face to face.

He moved to tug off his underwear, a spot of precum staining the front of the fabric but you stopped him, fingers grasping the band of the material.

“Let me,” You said, mimicking his earlier words. Jungkook rolled his eyes at you, but his still glimmered with want.

His cock sprung free from the confinements of the fabric, red and hard with need, slapping against the cotton fabric of the shirt he was still wearing. Which you were not happy about.

“Why are you wearing that?” You tugged at the hem of his shirt until he pulled it off, revealing a set of chiselled abs that made your inside walls clench with longing. His cock slapped against the bare skin of his stomach, beads of cum pooling from his flushed tip. You bit your lips, a motion Jungkook didn’t miss.

“You can suck me off later, right now I really want to fuck you.”

“I’m waiting,” You replied, running your fingers against the curves of his muscles. The flexed underneath your touch; your fingers felt like live wires because that movement sent a spiral of heat to your core.

“I have condoms in the drawer let me-”

“We don’t need them. I’m clean and I’m on the pill. Are you?” Jungkook eagerly nodded, cock twitching at the thought of being buried inside you with no barrier.

He grabbed his length, idly running his hand against it.  You moved your legs wider apart, watching as Jungkook hoisted you up, his cock in line with you. The sensation of his head teasing your wet entrance had your inner muscles clenching in anticipation. He was fairly big and you knew you could get a nice deep stretch from it but your idea of what you expected paled in comparison to the feeling of him pushing right into you with one swift stroke.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” He groaned against your neck, giving you another deep thrust until his hip was pressed right against your own. You couldn’t say anything, silent whimpers leaving your mouth as you adjusted to the feeling of him against your walls. You felt the need to flex them, the motion prompting a mumbled moan from Jungkook as he held still, waiting for you to grow comfortable.

You rocked your own hips against him, the motion allowing this cock to slip even deeper into you. Jungkook snapped right back, hitting the coil of pleasure that had resurfaced the moment he’d entered inside you.

“Move, Jungkook, please move.”

He did exactly want you wanted, hips snapped forward with sharp precise thrusts, driving his cock into you with every motion. You groaned when you felt the tip of his shaft hit the bundle of nerves he’d found earlier, your own hips snapped up to meet his, the sound of skin hitting skin permeating the air around you.

“God, fuck! You’re so fucking tight. So fucking wet. Shit u-uh.” He moved faster, harder, beads of sweat forming on his skin as he fucked you into the mattress, the bed moving with every thrust of his hips.

You threw your head back, lost in the pleasure he was pulling from your body, an inferno of heat already pooling at your core.

His aim was already becoming sloppy, his need for release clear when you felt his cock twitch against your walls. You just needed a little bit more, just once more thrust against your –

“F-f-fuck! Jungkook! Ugh, fuck there, there, there. Yes! Shit – right there!”

His hips drove forward, as he pulled your legs up to get deeper. The simple action gave him direct access to where you needed him most and in seconds you were falling apart around his length. Your moans were honey to his ears and making it harder for him to stay together and fuck you through your orgasm. You could barely utter a word, mouth open with only soft broken ahs falling from your throat. Several more wild thrusts into you and Jungkook came to a halt. You could feel him shudder as he coated your walls with his cum, pants colouring the bruised skin on your neck, with every twitch of his cock against your walls.

You lay there for a moment, catching your breath, until Jungkook slipped his cock out, a wet plop coming from the shift. He collapsed beside you, hair sticking to his forehead with sweat and his chest expanding and caving in, glimmering in the late afternoon sunlight.

He glanced at you, a content smile on his face and shifted so that he could pull you closer against his wet chest.

“Ew, you’re sweaty,” You whined.

“So are you, sweetheart,” He snorted back, breath cooling your drenched neck.

“We need to talk though,” You continued. You hadn’t intended for things to escalate so quickly but it wasn’t like you had objected to it either.

“Later,” Jungkook said, slinging an arm over your waist.

“Don’t you have to shower or something? Are you still packing to leave?” You hadn’t forgotten that Jungkook was leaving tomorrow and it was still bothering you at the back on your mind.

“To where?” He sounded confused.

“Home – for the break. You said you were going.”

“Are you going home?”

“No, my parents are too far away.”

“Then I’m not going home,” Jungkook simply stated.

“What?”

“I don’t need to go home right now. Home is where ever you are, Y/N. Plus we have a lot of things to make up for.”

You blushed, a warm feeling budding in your chest. “Like what?”

“I pretty sure you own me a blowjob. And a proper date.”

Outtakes:

“Wait what? I walked here?”

Jungkook sleepily nodded into your skin.

“Why – what was I thinking?”

“I asked you the same thing.”

“And what did I say?”

“You said you miissseed me.”

“Ugh, shut-up, no I didn’t.”

“Yes, you did. You miiissssed me because you loove me.”

“I will literally kick you in the balls right now.”

“You love my dick too much to ever do that.”

“…True.”

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[psycho-slytherin]

Strangers ch. 37

You finally bite back– and walk in on Yoongi.

Pairing: Yoongi x (female) Reader

Word count: 1.5k

Genre: fluff, angst

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You shrug on your coat, beyond relieved to be able to wear your layers again. Commercial filming is done for the day– you only have to show up tomorrow morning and hopefully be done in a few hours. God, you were cold, so cold, and tense. Your phobia has been messing with your head and keeping you on edge, and you’re so fucking angry that you’ve let yourself become weak. You’re a liar; you’ve always managed to bullshit your way around weaknesses. Letting a fear so illogical disrupt your life? You hate it. It’s pathetic.

Your phone buzzes as you wait inside the studio for Lisa to pick you up, and you check it– it might be Yoongi, and you could use a mood booster.

@captainkookie21: lol @yourname is such a royal bitch, amirite??

Ah, yes. Of course. Of course, why would it be Yoongi, when you’ve got such merciless hatred to keep you constant company? Why would it ever be Yoongi? You’re just friends, it’s not like he cares– why should he care? You’re typing before you realize it; you’re sick of taking all this shit.

@yourname: @captainkookie21 royal is right sweetie I’m such a queen <3 glad u at least know my name tho since I sure don’t know yours ;)

You send the tweet and shove your phone in your purse. The anger inside you has been temporarily assuaged, but you can still feel it bubbling beneath your skin. You’re pathetic, you’re weak, you’re a liar, and everyone hates you. You’ve spent so long in despair– god, when will you ever just get a break? Why can’t something just go right?

Your phone rings, and the caller ID tells you it’s your best friend.

“Lisa? Are you outside?”

“Hey girl! Sorry, I’m calling to tell you I can’t make it– an assignment I forgot about came up in class and I gotta pull an all-nighter to get it finished. I’m really sorry! Call a car back to yours, okay? Love you, mwah!”

You grit your teeth and sigh. You need to go home and watch YouTube until your eyes bleed. Usually when you needed cheering up you’d watch BTS crack videos or Run episodes, but even that seems wrong now that you know them for real.

Whatever. You take an Uber home and fall onto your bed. Maybe you’ll actually fall asleep early for once once.

~~~

@kceleb-updates: NEW! #MoonOverTheSea’s @yourname was criticized for replying to a Netizen anti’s tweet! Y/n’s had lots of controversy since becoming @BTS_twt’s #SUGA’s girlfriend. Stay tuned!

Hoseok sits back with a sigh. “She really can’t go a day without sparking some argument or another.”

“It’s not her fault,” Yoongi growls, scribbling rapidly in a beat-up notebook.

“She could’ve left well enough alone. After dealing with those haters for so long, I thought she knew that by now.”

“It’s only gotten worse since they made us pretend to date. I still don’t know why Manager-nim thought it would be a good idea.”

“Hyung, if you didn’t have the dating excuse to be together, they would’ve slut-shamed her or called her a social climber for being out with you at night anyways. The photo, remember?” Hoseok shrugs, sprawled on the bed of their Japanese hotel room. “Face it– there’s no winning when she’s associated with us; they’re always going to compare her to you.”

“Ugh! I should’ve– done something, I should’ve said something! Hobi, she was put in danger because of me!” Yoongi still doesn’t look up, only gripping his pen tighter. “She keeps saying she’s fine but she’s not, and I know she’s strong– stronger than I was, than I could ever be– but she was hurt, nearly killed, and she’s fucking traumatized because of it. Because of me.”

“Quit beating yourself up, Yoongi hyung. Y/n is a grown woman and she’s making her own choices. She’s trying to protect you– haven’t you noticed? Jeez, she probably knew this was how you’d react– no wonder she kept it a secret.”

“I don’t need protecting anymore.”

“Neither does she.”

“But the haters–”

“So do something about them then. Y/n already has,” Hobi nods at his phone. “What are you going to do?”

Yoongi stares at his notebook. “What I do best.”

~~~

“Y/n, please, darling, don’t make me beg! C’mon, eyes closed, you don’t even have to kiss his cheek, just get closer to him.”

You swallow nervously and nod, before taking a breath and leaning forward, your lips barely brushing Wonho’s smooth skin.

“Perfect… trail your hand down his neck, that’s it… Wonho, give me a lip bite, look right into the camera– yes, exactly! We’ll have the music swell, and add the voiceover right here. And… cut! I think that’s our take!” The staff applauds as the director calls out the end of the commercial shoot. You grin inwardly– if you hurry, you can make it to the boys’ apartment for dinner.

Wonho extends a hand as you leave the set. “It was nice working with you, y/n. I hope to see you around sometime.”

You smile and shake his hand. Wonho had really been the best part of this freezing, somewhat demeaning endeavor. “Same, it was a good experience. I’m sure we’ll run into each other again.”

Lisa hasn’t texted since yesterday, so you figure she’s still working on the assignment. So much for no more rideshare apps, you think dryly as you’re dropped off a few blocks from the boys’ place. You can’t wait to surprise them, and it’ll be a good chance to ask Jimin for another video for Lisa.

You pull your hood up to cover your hair– bundled in all your layers, and with the sunset’s last breath settling over the city, the crowd of ARMYs clustered around the building ignore you easily. You slip into the side door using the spare key Yoongi lent you when you stayed with them and tiptoe up the stairs.

Holding back a giggle, you knock on the door to the apartment, and… nothing. No one answers. You knock harder– still nothing. Maybe they’re watching a movie? Or was their flight delayed? Yoongi said everyone would be back by Saturday evening and they have a private jet anyways, so they should be home.

You try the door and find it unlocked. Huh. It’s not trespassing if you’re their friend, right?

Tentatively you enter the house. “Guys…?” It feels eerily empty– maybe their flight was delayed. No, wait! You hear a voice, and music coming from down the hall. Are they recording? You’ve never been into any of their studios, but you’ve seen enough pictures online to know all about them.

Maybe you should leave. You’re about to turn around when you hear a muffled, yet familiar voice.

“So when there’s someone new… no, that’s not it.”

Well, at least you know your Yoongi is home. You quietly pad closer to the famed Genius Studio– You’re just curious, like any fan would be. You’re about to knock on the door when you hear something that stops you cold.

“Ugh– y/n!”

You practically jump out of your skin. Wait, what? Does he know I’m here? How? Your every drop of blood turns to ice and you back away from the door in case it swings open. Instead, Yoongi only continues; perhaps he’s talking to himself?

“Okay, okay. Trying again. This is take, uh… sixteen? Seventeen? Aish, who cares. C’mon, Agust, gotta get it right.” Yoongi’s muffled voice shifts in tone as a beat starts, and you can see Agust D in your mind’s eye when he begins to rap:

“Here’s someone new, a challenger to drown and rue, but think about it, mull it over, she’ll talk until you’re drop-dead sober, dock some points, you’re so below her, do your best to fucking loathe her, love her, think yourself so much above her–”

You feel half-hypnotized. Her? Who’s her? Maybe you should knock, it almost feels too personal, too intimate to overhear but you can’t interrupt, not now–

“She’s stronger than I’ll ever be, so if you’re gonna hate, hate me.”

If Yoongi keeps executing these perfect rhythmic shifts and internal rhymes you might be in serious danger of falling in love with him for real.

“Calling people snakes on a verbal kill spree only exacerbates the pain, trapping us in our brains, until there’s one way out, goddamn.”

“Beautiful,” you whisper, barely noticing that you’ve spoken aloud. Yoongi’s words, his raps, his poetry… it’s beautiful. You’re entranced to the point that you don’t notice the beat has stopped.

“Did you say something, Jimin-ssi?” Yoongi calls from inside his studio.

Oh shi-

The door swings open before you can react and Yoongi steps out. His expression is relaxed, unguarded... until he catches sight of you.

“Y-Y/n?”

A/N: Sorry for the short chapter, lovelies! Hope you enjoyed <3 As always, thanks for reading, and please don’t forget to like, comment, and reblog!

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[little-dragon-stories]

100 days

A/N: Fluffy scenario 

Pairing: Yoongi and y/n.

WC: 1675

Yoongi is not happy he had to cancel you tonight, he came to your place to surprise you.

My dear @independentlittlegirl, here it is. You request that one at least 2 weeks ago, I am so sorry I took all this time to make it. Anyway, I hope you will like that scenario because I made it just for you my sweet sister that I love with all my heart. It’s short and sweet, just like you babe!

To be totally frank, you were a little disappointed when you received the phone call from Yoongi.  He called you a few minutes ago saying that he has to stay very late at the studio tonight, that unfortunately your plans to spend the night together are cancelled. He said that he will go sleep at the dorms right after not to wake you up.  You were a little annoyed because you had to cancel the restaurant and the night that you imagined in your head. In the shower earlier, you thought that maybe tonight could have been the one, your first real night together. You wanted to invite him to stay over on the phone when he called but things didn’t went as planned.  You haven’t talk about it at all but in your head, if you are ready for that, he probably is too.

You know that Yoongi is a very busy man, you knew it before you started to go out with him 3 months ago but «knowing it» and «living it» are 2 differents things.  The more you get to know him, the more you want to spend time with him because you love being his presence so much. You know that he feels exactly the same about you.  That’s why he kept apologizing earlier on the phone.   Although you are a little disappointed, there is no way you could be mad at him, you know it’s not his fault, he is working so hard, you can’t be anything but proud of him and his hard-working personality.

As he cancelled your plans, you decide to spend your nerves in the activity that help you calm down the most: cleaning the house. When he called, you were still wrapped in your bath towel. Instead of putting on your beautiful red dress, the one you bought just for tonight, you just put some panties on and an oversized BTS t-shirt because there is no need to make an effort to be prettier, Yoongi won’t be able to come your place anyway. With a high bun on the top of your head and glasses on your nose instead of your usual lenses, you started to clean the house one room at the time.  

You were in the living room dusting the furniture when he found you. Obviously, you haven’t hear him coming in as you kept dancing to the beat of a Got7 song while working.  Yoongi just lean his shoulder against the door frame and watch you dance, swinging your hips from side to side to the beat. It’s the first time that he sees you like that, unaware he is there, completely natural.  Normally, you always know when he is coming and you always make an effort to dress nice, place your hair nicely and do your makeup. Looking at you like this is a wonderful surprise for him, you never looked that beautiful.  He is smiling widely as he is looking at you, for him, nobody can look this perfect.

He doesn’t want to afraid you but he doesn’t want to keep looking at you either, he feels that he is doing something he shouldn't be doing, he feels like he is spying on you.  He came close to you and gently put his hands on you waist from behind and his chin on your left shoulder saying with a calm voice:

«You know baby, you never looked that pretty»  

You were not even surprised by this contact, as soon as you felt his hands on your waist, you recognised his light touch. You turned over to face him and you don’t have the time to say anything, his lips are meeting yours.

«Hello my love», he said, breaking the kiss.

«What a wonderful surprise, you were not supposed to come. What happened?»

You asked him, surprised but happy he was there. You left him for 2 seconds to turn off the speaker and came back in his arms.

«I missed my girl too much, I managed to finish my part very fast and I came here as soon as I could. Actually, I texted you, asking you if you want to eat something but I had no answered. I took the chance you didn’t go out with your friends and I came to surprise you».

He encircled your waist with his arms and brought you closer to him but not too close. He wanted to be still able to look at you in the eyes.

«Y/nie, you never looked so beautiful before with your glasses on your nose and your natural hair, I am so lucky to be with such a beauty queen».

«Please Yoongi, stop it, I look like hell, I just ...»  He didn’t let you finish your phase:

«I am telling you the truth, you never looked so beautiful to me. You are a natural beauty, you look even better than with your bare face».

He brought his lips close to yours but he didn’t kiss you. He looked at you in the eyes and said on a serious tone:

«I believe that I could never stop being amazed by how wonderful you are. Your eyes, your wonderful big pale eyes, they sparkle. Your smile is so wonderful as well, when you smile, your whole face enlighten. Can you please kiss me now, I missed you so much today».

You crossed your arms behind his neck and you fill the distance between his lips and yours.  While you were kissing each other tenderly, you started to play with his hairs knowing how much he loves it.  His hands started to lazily caress the bare skin of your arms.

«I am grateful you gave me your key last week, otherwise I wouldn’t have seen you like that». He said, taking your hand in his and guiding you on the couch.

«You are feeling cheesy tonight, I like that».

He came closer to you on the couch and gently lay his head on your shoulder, his nose buried on the crook of your neck.

«Yoongi, are you ok? I have the feeling you are not feeling so good”

«You feel me, right? The truth is, I am a little down». He answered with a calm voice.

You started to play with his hair again, you love their softness, their smell.

«Wanna talk about it? Can I help you with something?»

«It’s about you, Jagi».

You frame his face and remove it from your neck to be able to look at him in the white of the eyes.

«What do you mean Yoongi?» You ask him, concerned.

«I feel like I am not taking good care of you. You know, today it’s our 100th days anniversary.  In my culture it’s very important, this is a big step in every relation and I called you to cancelled instead of surprising you with a gift.  By the time I left Big Hits, everything were close except the convenient store ...»

«Yoongi, please. For me, it’s just a number. The important thing is that when you have free time, you spend some with me because you want to be with me. Not because of a number or a date.  You never failed to spend time with me when you can. You are working so hard Yoongi, of course I cannot see you everyday».

You bring his face to you and you kiss his lips very gently, pecking the upper lip first, then the bottom one.

«Also, I don’t need a gift, your presence is enough».

You add before you kissed both his lips at the same time.

«Tell me y/n, what have I done to deserve you».

«I should be the one asking that Yoongi… I love you so much»

The words escape your mouth. You never said those 3 words yet. Your eyes opened wide and you tried to add something but he stopped you with his fingers.

«Baby, please, don’t take those words away from me. This is exactly what I needed to hear tonight.  I love you too, more than you can imagine, more than words can express.  You know, I would like to spend at least another 100 days with you. What am I saying… At least 1000 more days with you».

He kissed you passionately, using his tongue to tease you.  With the assurance that you were also enjoying the moment, he started to trace circles around your bare belly button, under your shirt.  When his mouth left yours, they found their way to your neck and he placed light kisses there as well.

«Yoongi, I agree with the 1000 days together but you know what my love? I think we are also ready to spend 100 nights together as well».

You feel his whole body freeze. He stopped everything he was doing but his hands remained at the same place they were, one on your bare tummy, the other one on the back of your neck, staying still.  He lean his head back and looked at you before he asked with a more excited voice that he would wanted to show.

«Are you saying what I think you are saying.  What exactly do you mean by that».

You started to laugh at his confused face.  You wanted to tease him a little more.

«Well, if you think I mean that I am ready to make you a bed on this couch, you are right».

He seems so confused that you can’t help yourself and you burst out laughter.

«Pabo… of course I mean that I am ready for us to sleep together. Only if you feel it, that is».

«Love, I am more that feeling it». He answered before he started to kiss you again.

What was gonna be a boring night finally became one of the best night of your life. The first time you felt Yoongi’s naked body against yours as you made love to each other, sharing endless love promises in each other ears. Nothing could have been better finally.

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[nochuobsessed]

Reign || Pt 01

Reign Masterlist

Word Count: 3k

Groups: BTS, EXO, Blackpink

Au: Royal

Pairing: ??? x Reader

Genre: Angst | Fluff | Smut | Au

Warnings: None in the chapter

Summary: Your life was fine, until your older brother, who happens to be the King, decides to alter your life.

"Your Highness, it's time to wake up."

You sighed as you opened your eyes to face your families servants. All dressed exactly the same.

"His Majesty has requested to speak to you," one of your handmaidens explained, as you hopped out of your bed.

"It must be important if he's asking for me before court takes place," You said, "Will my ladies be here soon?"

"Already here!" One of your ladies, Jisoo shouted, as the four beautifully dressed girls entered your room.

"Jisoo! Not so loud she just woke up," Another, Rosé said, "How was your sleep Y/N?"

"It was fine," You said, "You must've heard that my brother has asked to speak to me."

The handmaidens had started to get you into your dress for the day, a beautiful long dress, cream in colour.

"Yes," Jennie, one of your other ladies said, "We've been asked to accompany you."

"Oh thank the Gods," you said, smiling, "He only summons me like this if it's bad, otherwise he'd just barge into my room."

"Maybe not," Lisa said, walking over to you to start braiding your hair, "You yelled at him last time he did that."

"Only because he wasn't announced," You said, laughing as you face your ladies.

Jisoo, Lisa, Rosé and Jennie were assigned to you back when you were 12. Over the 5 years that the five of you have been together, you've all become the best of friends, which makes their job a lot easier.

"I wonder if he's finally getting married," Jisoo said, as she and Jennie started to find your jewellery, "He's been King for a while now, and not only does he not have a Queen, but he has no Heir."

"But he does have whores, let's not forget that," Lisa said, making everyone laugh.

"They're not all whores," Jennie added, raising her eyebrows at Lisa.

"I'm sure he has many illegitimate children unbeknownst to his knowledge," You say, raising your eyebrows at your reflection in the mirror, "Just think of the nieces and nephews I have..."

"You do realise that by him not being married and not producing an heir yet, if anything was to happen to his Majesty-"

"Yes Rosé, I would become Queen. But I have no intentions on ruling over this Kingdom," You said, standing up and walking over to your crowns, "I'm sure Samuel can handle it if it comes to that. Maybe Jihyun or if it comes to  it, Jina, but let's hope my brother keeps his health."

"What about the Kingdom of Kim? Their King has no Queen," Jennie said, "Quite a nice Kingdom too-"

"Let's change the subject," Jisoo said, smiling awkwardly at you and your company, "Are you ready to talk to your brother?"

Taking one last look in the mirror, you nod, "Let's see what he has to say."

Walking down the corridors with your ladies, the five of you notice more people than usual scurrying about.

"You'd think it was Summer Solstice," Lisa said, "Maybe we have visitors?"

"Prince Samuel  might be back," Rosé said, "He is due to arrive any day now."

"Whoever it is, they must be important," Jenny said, "look!"

Your ladies run over to the nearest window, with you following close behind.

"That's a lot more guards," Jisoo said, "And some of them are from the Kingdom of Kim!"

"How can you tell?" Rosé asked, "They all look the same."

"Jisoo knows a lot about the Kingdom of Kim, I would trust her," Lisa said, winking at Jisoo.

"And what is that supposed to mean?" You asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Nothing," Lisa and Jisoo said in unison.

"I don't mean to rush you, Y/N," Rosé said, "But your brothers men are coming this way."

"You Highness!" One of your brother's guards said, as the group of them bowed, "We mean no disrespect, but we're on a tight schedule."

"It's not even midday yet but we're on a tight schedule?" You asked, as you return to making your way to the Throne Room.

"You obviously haven't been told much then," said Baekhyun, your brothers Deputy, "There's a very important group of people here."

You looked at Baekhyun, as he gave you a small yet comforting smile.

"Probably just friends of Mother's," You said, "Baek, what do you know?"

The large group, now surrounded by guards, continued down the hallways, with more maids and servants appearing within the minute.

"I know you're not going to be pleased," Baekhyun said, "I'm not happy about it either."

"Oh dear," You say, biting your lip, "It can't be that bad, right?"

"It is," Baekhyun whispers in a low tone, "For the both of us, it won't do us any good."

You had reached the end the of the hall. You and Baekhyun shared a worried look.

"Alright then. Announce me."

The big double doors that lead to the Throne Room open, as you shared a concerning look to your ladies.

"The Princess Y/N, and her ladies."

The throne room was massive, and coated the gold. The pillars led up to the rounded ceiling, decorated with stone snakes, your Kingdoms sigil. Engraved in the walls above the Thrones, was the Kingdom of Park's motto.

We will not be poisoned.

You felt slightly more confident after reading the motto. Your father had always chanted it to you before he died.

Your kingdom was represented by the snake. Snakes cannot be harmed by their own poison. Therefore you and your family would not be brought down, as you can only you bring down others and their kingdoms.

You walked in, to find not just your brother's throne and the empty Queen's throne, but six others on the level below the Park Thrones.

"You're right, she is beautiful," One of the men sitting on a throne said.

"I would never lie about my darling sister," King Jimin said, standing up and taking your hand, "Y/N, how are you my dear?"

"I am fine, your Majesty," You said, "And who are these, men in front of us?"

"I'll let them introduce themselves, although you should know some of them," King Jimin said, nodding towards the six men.

The first stood up. He was dressed in the finest clothes, much like the rest of the group. The crown on his head indicated that he wasn't a Prince. He was by far one of the most beautiful men that you had ever seen. But then again, all the men in front of you were.

"Princess Y/N, I am King Seokjin of the Kingdom of Kim," He said, taking your hand and kissing it, "It is an honour to meet the beautiful sister of a good friend."

"Thank you, your Majesty," You said, curtsying, "I do not know why you or any one else is here, but it is an honour to have you in the Park Court."

"Thank you," King Seokjin said, before sitting back down.

The next to stand was the man who had called you 'a beauty' earlier. He had a dark look to him, but it was also wise. He was pale, you thought, but that was probably because of how dark his hair was. His throne was dark too, with a sliver crow at the top, his families sigil.

"Princess, I am Prince Yoongi of the kingdom of Min," He said, kissing your hand like the King beforehand, "I do hope that we'll get along."

"I have no doubts, Prince Yoongi," You said, curtsying and offering a warm smile.

He bows, and returns to his throne.

"Princess Y/N," The next said, standing up and walking to you, "I am the Hope and Angel of the Kingdom of Jung, Prince Hoseok."

Prince Hoseok had a very positive vibe to him. Whether it was genuine or not, you had yet to decide. His smile could probably light up the whole castle

"Well I'm absolutely thrilled, Prince Hoseok, that you're able to speak so truthfully about yourself, as I have heard many great things about you," You said, curtsying and smiling.

"Thank you, Princess. Every kingdom knows of your beauty, and your kindness. I am grateful to be able to witness it first hand," Prince Hoseok said, returning to his Throne with a bow.

As the next stood up, your brother whispered in your ear.

"You're doing great so far, darling."

You took a deep breath and nodded, as the next kissed your hand and smiled at you.

He was tall, and he held a knowledgable look to him. He was easy on the eyes, you thought. You had heard about him, he was nearly a legend for his philosophies, and at such a young age.

"I am Prince Namjoon from the Kingdom of Mon. Others may speak of your beauty, but I have heard many things of your intelligence. Maybe we could take a walk and have a discussion about that?"

You let out a small laugh, and curtsied, "Why of course, Prince Namjoon. I would be delighted."

He smiled and returned to his throne.

The next to stand up was smiling the whole time, "Princess, I am the Prince Taehyung of Vee. I, don't really have anything else to say..."

He was cute, that was for sure. Beautiful, he would easily catch your eye even if he was a peasant. You had heard that he was kind, kinder than most royals. Always ready to help anyone and always putting others first.

"That's quite alright," you said, "I often find myself in the same situation. I'm sure we'll find time to talk later?"

"Yes, that would be lovely," Prince Taehyung said, bowing and walking back to his throne.

"And last, but definitely not least, the Prince Jungkook from Jeon."

Prince Jungkook was mesmerising. He was the type of Prince that fairytales were about. He was gorgeous, he was kind. You had met briefly when you were children, and he helped you escape some Nobleman's mean children. You hadn't forgotten.

Jungkook stood up and walked towards you, kissing your hand whilst keeping eye contact.

"Princess, I have looked forward to meeting you. I uh, hope we can get to know one other," He said, bowing.

You smiled and curtsied back, "Yes I'm sure we will."

He returned to his throne, keeping a smile hidden on his face.

"These are my sisters ladies, Lady Jennie, Lady Lisa, Lady Rosé, and Lady Jisoo," Jimin announced.

Each of your friends stepped forward and curtsied when their name was announced.

You noticed that King Seokjin had kept his eyes on Jisoo the whole time, so you made a mental note to mention it to her later.

"Now brother," You said, walking towards him so that you may stand next to him, "Why are we gathered here? It's not a festival or holiday. Jieun hasn't mentioned visiting in any of her letters, and Samuel's return from training wouldn't cause this, neither would Jongdaes..."

"Well, darling sister," Jimin said, smiling, "You are going marry one of these men."

"Excuse me?" You said, shock evident on your face.

Marry? You couldn't. Sure, you were 17 which was the perfect age, but to say this out of the blue infuriated you.

"It's about time, you're of age, not that that matters in our Kingdoms. They're all looking for a potential bride and have all reached out to me about you," King Jimin said, pacing, "So I invited them all here to the Park Court, so that you may get to know them, and choose one to marry! Isn't this exciting?"

"No, it's really not," You said, "Do I get a say in this?"

"You get to choose which one of them, but you must choose one," Jimin said, smiling at you.

"Right, well," You said, "I will see you all later, maybe."

With that, you stormed off, your ladies quickly following after you.

"I am terribly sorry for her reaction," King Jimin said, trying to ease the company in front of him.

"It was inevitable," Prince Yoongi said, "You hadn't told her anything nor are you giving her a choice in whether or not she is to marry."

"I agree," Prince Taehyung said, "What if she has a lover? Someone inside the castle she dedicates her love to?"

"She doesn't," King Jimin said, "Not that I know of. She knows she's not allowed to."

"That's cruel," King Seokjin said, "Anyway, enough of this talk. Is the offer still on the table or can I return to my kingdom?"

"Yes," King Jimin said, "You can each spend time with her, and after 2 months she can decide which one of you she wants to marry."

"And if she chooses none of us?" Prince Namjoon asks.

"She will," King Jimin said, "I have no doubts that one of you will be the one to win my sisters love."

"Love, such a word thrown around but little mean it," Prince Jungkook said, sighing.

"And what would you know about love?" Prince Hoseok asked, leaving Jungkook to be silent, "Nothing, so be quiet-"

"Hoseok, you be quiet," King Jimin said, "Jungkook is right. I haven't told you the last part of the deal."

"And what would that be?" Prince Namjoon asked.

"If my sister chooses you, you must both love each other," King Jimin said, "Only then will you have my blessing to be wed."

"Right then," Prince Hoseok said, "May the best Prince win."

Everyone nodded, until King Seokjin spoke up.

"Wait, aren't I a King?"

"I will ask the servants to show you to your rooms. I should talk to Y/N," King Jimin said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"That would be a wise idea, one of your very few wise ideas," Prince Yoongi said, rolling his eyes.

"You are kind, Prince Yoongi," Jimin said, giving him the biggest fake smile he could, "Servants!"

"Yes, your Majesty?" One of the servants said as the rest gathered in front of him.

"Show my dear... friends, to their rooms," He said, "I will talk to my sister."

"Yes, your Majesty."

Everyone had left the room, so the king decided to find his sister, before his attention went to someone else.

"Jimin, may I ask you something?" Prince Jungkook asked, pulling the King aside.

"You just did but yes, go ahead," Jimin said, smiling at the young Prince.

"If it was found that the Princess had a lover inside the castle, what would happen?" He asked.

"It doesn't concern you," Jimin said.

"But it does," Jungkook said, "If I am to win her heart, how am I supposed to do so when she could be in love with this person that she sees everyday?"

"Right," Jimin said, "Well, if I find out anything, he or she will be exiled or hanged for treason. This alliance between my kingdom and her future husbands kingdom will do us very good."

"That will be greatly appreciated," Prince Jungkook said, "I'll leave you to talk to the Princess."

Jimin nodded, as Jungkook followed one of the servants.

"Park Y/N! Tell your guards to stand down!"

King Jimin was outside your door, constantly knocking and asking for you. You had told the guards not to let him in, which they obeyed, ignoring the fact that as the King, Jimin had a higher rank than you, which meant that he could tell the guards to let him in. However you had grown up with the same guards since you were 9, so they were accustomed to your sibling quarrels.

"I'll go talk to him if you want, Y/N," Jennie offered, as you were still not wanting to talk to your brother.

"Yes, go ahead," you said, "He strangely listens to you, so what harm could it cause?"

Jennie shared a glance with the other ladies, before opening the door, and pushing the King away.

"What is your problem, your Majesty?" Jennie asked, glaring at the King.

"I need to talk to her, it's not even that bad of a situation!" Jimin said, taking off his crown and running a hand through his hair.

"Not for you. what is this, some sort of alliance in the making?" Jennie asked.

"No, it's not," Jimin said, not making eye contact, which was a clear tell that he was lying, "I simply wanted to strengthen the bonds between the kingdoms. Jeon and Jung are on their way to a war cause by a petty fight between their Princes."

"So Y/N marrying one of them will strengthen all of them?" Jennie said, as Jimin held out his hand for her, "Also I know you just lied."

"Well, my dear," Jimin said, as they began walking, completely forgetting about you and the rest of your ladies, "They'll all fall for her, and when she chooses one of them, they'll all still love her, meaning none of them will want her to be in harms way?"

"Right," Jennie said, "So Y/N is supposed to get the heirs to the Seven Golden Kingdoms to fall in love with her?"

"Only six of them, as my kingdom counts as one," Jimin explained.

"I have another question," Jennie said, "Why exactly are we outside your chambers?"

"Well," Jimin said, opening the double doors, "You haven't visited me in a while."

"Well done, you noticed," Jennie said, "I'm not one of your whores, or your mistress."

"That doesn't mean, that you should avoid me," Jimin said, stepping forward towards Jennie, and backing her up against the wall, "And I'm offended that you think I have a mistress."

"I'm one of your sisters ladies," Jennie whispered, as Jimin drew closer and closer towards her, "We can't be anything."

"I'm the King of Park," Jimin smirked, "We'll be whatever I want us to be."

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seven sins | chapter five.

pairing: bts x reader (min yoongi x reader) fandom: bts warnings: non idol!au ; historical!au ; princes!bts ; concubine!reader ; sex ; oral sex ; dirty talk ; spanking genre: smut word count: 2.2k+ previous: 1 ; 2 ; 3 ; 4

summary: even in times such as yours, you still led a privileged life with nothing to ask for. that is until first your father, then your mother died and you were left to care for your two younger sisters. the position for royal physician seemed to be open and with your father having been a general and your mother having been a maid for the queen, you thought you might be able to get it.. little did you know that your visit to the palace would put a completely different offer on the table.

a/n: this story is genuinely so easy to write, like wtf, I’m so excited with each chapter. I haven’t felt like this in a while so I truly hope you all are enjoying it

You had just taken your herbs when somebody entered your room. Thankfully, you had hid them quickly enough as to no questions being asked.

“The queen wants to see you,” the maid said with a little bow.

The queen, huh? The one person you hadn't seen at all during your stay here.

Your mother had always told you stories about her, how her bitterness had consumed her life, having to live with seven sons that were not hers. Nobody officially knew that. Your mother obviously did, because she had seen the pretend baby belly all these times, but in truth, it were consorts like you who had born the seven boys.

And, let's be real, they all did look like they had different mothers.

But why did she want to see you? As far as you knew, she didn’t mingle around consorts like you..

While you had seen the king a couple of times throughout your childhood, the queen not so much. So the chances of her remembering you were almost zero.

So what was this about?

You immediately bowed when you stood in front of her a couple minutes later, “Your Royal Highness.”

“I don't think you and I have officially met,” she smiled, yet it wasn't a genuine one, “Usually, my husband and I pick the Royal Noble Consorts for our sons together, but you, I have not had the pleasure to talk to yet.”

“It was.. a very rushed decision, your majesty.”

“Yes.. I heard. My sons were all very eager,” she got up from her throne and walked the few steps down to be face to face with you.

She grabbed your chin, turned your face from side to side and then looked you up and down.

It was as if she was mustering you.

Like you were a cow.

Disgusting, actually.

“With how many of them have you had sex yet?” she asked.

Very.. straightforward. But you could play that game too.

“Three, your majesty.”

“Three,” she repeated, “Yet, you don't seem to be with child, yet.”

“Your husband, the king, has decided that only Prince Seokjin may get me with child,” you needed an excuse and, thank you Jimin, for giving you the perfect one, “I unfortunately did not have that pleasure yet.”

“My dear Seokjin,” she sounded almost sad, but then her expression hardened again when she looked back into your eyes, “Let me ask you a question my dear. Do you think that men are fools?”

What.. question was that?

And what was this about? Her husband? Her sons? Men in general?

You had to be careful with your answer.

“I would not necessarily say that, your majesty, but I do believe us women are a lot smarter than what men take us for.”

That made her smile, “I agree. Wholeheartedly,” she turned around and walked back to her throne, “Which is why you might be able to fool my husband and sons, but me.. not so easily,” she sat back down and looked at you with her nose high in the air, “I will keep my eye on you, little one.”

This wasn't meant as an encouragement or as a caring statement.

This was a warning, or maybe even a threat.

Like she knew you were hiding something, she just wasn't sure what it was yet.

And you understood why. Other girls only slept with one Prince and got pregnant so quickly, yet you had slept with three so far and you weren't. Yes, your statement about Prince Seokjin was correct, but, again, his mother wasn't stupid. She knew that not all of the boys would care about this ‘rule’ and would just do whatever they pleased.

Then there was also the fact that you had come here within a day, skipped several consort ranks and were now one of the top ones. How? How did you do that? What was your agenda?

She might think you were an assassin, when the reality was a lot less cruel.

Yes, you were an impostor, but only because you needed to convince the king of your medical talents. This wasn't a plot to kill him, this was – if everything went according to plan – a plot to benefit him.

If the queen was already on your trail, then maybe it was time you finally catch the king and talk to him about this. Maybe dragging this out for much longer wasn't a good idea.

And so as soon as the queen dismissed you, you made your way towards the king's quarters. With the guards all knowing you by now, they let you in.. or maybe it was because the king wasn't even there.

However, there was someone there.

Someone that made you gasp.

“I don't think these are your quarters,” Prince Yoongi smiled a little, a book in his hand as he was standing in front of you, but not facing you.

You had seen him from afar a couple of times, but he had never spoken to you before. He seemed to be one of the reserved princes. Something that made him mysterious and interesting.

“I.. am looking for someone, your majesty.”

“I thought you were supposed to be here for us.. I think you might be a bit too young for my father.”

“No!” you quickly said, shaking your head, “I'm not..- that's not..-”

Yoongi chuckled and closed the book, turning around to face you, “I wasn't serious,” now that he was so close for the first time, you could really see his features. His perfect skin and hair, his smile, his eyes.. if anyone had asked you, you would have described him as a young god.

“Oh..”

“So.. what are you really doing here?”

Well, good question, wasn't it? You couldn't exactly tell him, you didn't know him enough. If you came clean to him or any of the other princes, there was no way to know what they would do with this information, neither of them knew your father like the king had known him.

So he knew you weren't here to sleep with the king, but why else could you be here then?

You straightened your back a little, then you bowed.

“I am here for you, your majesty,” smooth. Very smooth, (Y/N).

“Me? My, my,” Yoongi put away the book, then slowly approached you, “How come?”

“I was tasked with giving all seven of you pleasure, yet I've not been able to achieve that task. I would..-” you gulped down hard when his fingertips ran over your cheek, “Like to be with you.”

Yoongi couldn't help but chuckle, “You know, love, usually we ask for the concubines to come to us, not the other way around. But.. I have to say I like your forwardness. Makes you unique from the others. But then again, that's what all of my brothers have said so far. Just how unique you actually are.”

He, just like Hoseok, intimidated you in a good way. They stood tall and made you feel like you were completely theirs in that moment and you liked that.

You liked the way Yoongi's hand came up at the back of your head and pulled you close until he could kiss you. You liked the way he dominated you with something so simple.

But you had to remind yourself that you were still standing in his father's quarters and while doing it in a bed would be a nice change for once, this bed was probably a bad choice. Because while his father might scold him, he would definitely kill you for it.

Yoongi seemed to notice your hesitation and began to laugh.

“Alright. I see. Let's go somewhere more private, shall we?”

You would have assumed that like with Jeongguk, you'd just go into the nearest available – semi-quiet – room, but Yoongi took you to his room instead.

“Some of my brothers have already enjoyed their time with you.. but today,” he stood behind you, opened up your hanbok and then immediately pulled off the undergarments, “You are all mine.. understood?”

“Yes, your majesty.”

And while the rest of the princes wanted to be called by their name, Yoongi actually seemed to like it when you called him by his title.

“Bend over for me,” he whispered into your ear, shivers running down your spine, but you did so without hesitation.

You walked to his bed, bending down until your upper body was lying on his satin sheets. The coldness and softness of them against your nipples alone made you want to moan.

“We used to never talk about concubines, you know? A comment here or there, maybe, but we never had a real conversation about it,” Yoongis fingertips ran over your ass, then his hand slapped the soft skin hard, “But my younger brothers can not stop talking about you.. about how soft you felt and how warm you were. How good you felt around them.. god, I got hard just thinking about my cock being buried so deep inside of you. But I'm a good older brother, you know? I thought I'd let the younger ones enjoy themselves first,” you could hear him undress himself and the more he talked dirty like that, the more anticipation started building within you, “But you coming to me like that.. how am I supposed to refuse?”

“Please, your majesty,” you whined.

The room was silent for a moment, then Yoongi let out a dark chuckle, “Oh, you are a special one..” and with one swift move, he buried himself inside of you with absolutely zero warning, until all of his shaft disappeared.

You thought he might let you adjust to his thickness, but Yoongi was eager to feel every inch of you. His thrusts were fast and hard, his hand continuously coming down hard on your ass cheek.

You didn't even try to hide your moans this time, mostly because it was obvious that he fully enjoyed it when you screamed for him.

“How are you so tight,” he bit down on his lower lip, grabbed one of your legs and pushed it up the bed so he had a different angle he could pound into you.

And god, that angle.. that angle did it for you.

The only one you had reached your height with so far was Jimin, but now Yoongi managed to make you come within the first five minutes and you knew that you would come again since he didn't stop there.

He didn't even give you time to come down from your first height, the only two seconds of rest you got was when he turned you around and pushed you a little further up the bed so he was now looking at you while fucking you into oblivion.

He was holding up your legs, never once looking anywhere other than your eyes and while holding his gaze wasn't easy, you didn't look away either.

His eyes were dark, filled with nothing but lust and he was practically eating you up with them.

“You're a good little slut for us, aren't you?”

“Yes,” you moaned, making Yoongi chuckle.

He wasn't used to concubines talking back, but it spurred him on even more. It made him go even harder on you, it made him want to take this even further.

And there was always one thing he had wanted to try, but never dared to ask anyone.. even though the concubines were there to make him happy.

“Get on your knees,” he ordered as he pulled out of you.

While you did so without hesitation, even if confused, he continued to stroke himself.

He grinned down at you, gently brushing through your hair, before he grabbed it all and tilted your head back, “Open your mouth for me, beautiful.”

Have you done this before? No. Did your instincts kind of tell you what to do? Absolutely.

And you weren't stupid, you knew what was about to happen.

And.. you didn't hate it.

He shoved his cock inside of your mouth, letting out the longest and most pleasurable sounding moan you had ever heard in your life.

It was clear that you weren't experienced, but he didn't seem to be either. This was new for both of you, so you just experimented a little. You listened to his moans that got louder each time you sucked a little harder, each time your tongue slid over the base of his cock and each time you kissed his balls.

A part of him wanted to drag this out longer just because the feeling was so new and exciting, but soon he couldn't control himself anymore.

The sensation he was feeling, the power he felt in that moment.. it was all too overwhelming.

“I'm..- I'm going to..-” he tried to warn you, but you didn't even pull back, despite knowing what was about to happen.

And fuck, that turned him on even more.

He came so hard, spilled himself fully inside of your mouth and even though the taste was bitter and it felt weird, you just.. gulped it down. Part of you thought it would be rude to spit his.. royal seed out. That sounded weird, but it was true.

And Yoongi loved that.

It made him feel like you fully were his, even if just for a moment.

His chest was heaving heavily, his face completely flushed, but he pulled you back up and gently wiped over your mouth with his thumb.

“Stay with me.. the entire day,” he whispered, “I want you again.. and again.. and again,” he grinned, pushing you back onto his bed.

And then all that could be heard from within his rooms were your giggles, mixed with the occasional moans. 

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seven sins | chapter four.

pairing: bts x reader (jeon jeongguk x reader) fandom: bts warnings: non idol!au ; historical!au ; princes!bts ; concubine!reader ; sex genre: smut ; angst

summary: even in times such as yours, you still led a privileged life with nothing to ask for. that is until first your father, then your mother died and you were left to care for your two younger sisters. the position for royal physician seemed to be open and with your father having been a general and your mother having been a maid for the queen, you thought you might be able to get it.. little did you know that your visit to the palace would put a completely different offer on the table.

a/n: what do we love? S M U T? when do we love it? IN EVERY SINGLE CHAPTER

“(Y/N)!” Eun saw you at breakfast the next day and immediately sat down next to you, “You came home very late last night.. where were you?”

“Ah,” you lowered your voice, “I.. fell asleep.”

“Where?” she furrowed her eyebrows, then gasped when she realized you fell asleep with one of the princes, “(Y/N), we don't do that!”

“I know, I know, you don't have to remind me. I was just so exhausted and he didn't seem to mind.”

She let out a laugh and shook her head, “You truly are a special one, aren't you? The princes never let anyone stay for longer than their.. time together. And you just casually slept with one. Genuinely slept.”

“Just.. don't be so loud about it, please,” you saw that some of the other women were watching you, “I don't want to cause any rivalry or trouble here. I just want to.. do what I'm here to do.”

Which is what, (Y/N)?

Correct, to become the royal physician, NOT to fall for one of the princes.

Please keep reminding yourself of that, because it was very important.

“Anyways, I have to go now,” she got up, “Maybe take a walk today. You haven't seen much of the palace so far, right? You definitely should.”

Sou let her go with a smile and got up as soon as you were done with your breakfast. These women here scared you, you didn't want to spend any longer with them than absolutely necessary, afraid that one of them might stab you in the back.

None of the guards had approached you so far today, so you assumed that the princes were all busy. You took that opportunity to actually do wander the grounds, but not to discover what there was to the palace, but to the training grounds.. the one place you used to spend the most time as a kid.

“No, (Y/N), you need to be faster!”

“I'm trying, daddy,” you cried, doing the move again and again, just like your father had practiced, but you just couldn't get it right.

And you weren't crying because you were scared that he'd be angry with you, but because you were frustrated with yourself.

“Stop, stop, stop,” he knelt down in front of you and took the wooden sword out of your hand, “You need to focus. Everyone believes that fighting comes from here,” he pointed at your arms, then at your head, “But what's important is in here.”

“What?” you sniffled.

“Focus is the most important thing. If you focus, truly, truly, focus, you can do it. So take a deep breath, close your eyes and envision what you want to do. And then.. do it!”

Your lower lip still trembled, but you nodded.

Your father took a few steps back, smiling at you encouragingly.

You did what he said.

You closed your eyes, took a few deep breaths until you were calm again and then you..-

“I DID IT! DADDY I DID IT! I DID THE MOVE! DID YOU SEE ME DO THE MOVE?”

“I'm so proud of you my little warrior,” he scooped you up in his arms and spun you around a couple of times, showering you with kisses.

And as you stood there in the middle of the training grounds, you wiped away a lonely tear that ran out of your eyes and whispered: “I miss you so much, daddy..”

“Who are you talking to?” you jumped at the sudden voice and immediately bowed when you saw who it was.

“I wasn't..-”

“Girls like you don't usually come here.. they're better at spreading their legs than holding a sword, you know?”

Were you respectful? Yes. Were you intimidated by the royal family? Yes. Did that mean that you would just let him talk to you like that? No.

“Why don't you pick one up yourself and we'll see who ends up with spread  legs?”

Jeongguk was surprised, but not offended in the slightest. In fact, he seemed rather happy.

“Oh, yes. Finally one with guts,” he sprinted towards the wooden swords and came back with two, excited like a young boy who just got a pony for his birthday, “I won't go easy on you, though.”

“Yes,” you, at this point, not caring in the slightest anymore, especially because it was only Jeongguk and you here, untied the ribbon of your skirt, so that you were only standing there in your blouse and the pants you always wore underneath. Then you smiled at him, “That's what your brother said to me too after I made him cum in less than five minutes.”

And that made Jeongguk tremble back, giving you the advantage that you needed.

Within two swift moves, you got him down on his back, the sword at his throat.

“Got you,” you whispered with a smirk.

“I want a fair round.”

You chuckled and helped him back up, “Fine.”

And so you two began your 'fair' battle.

Truth be told, you had no idea if you stood a chance. The last time you had fought like this was with your father as a child, but you weren't going to back down, not now.

Something that you noticed within the first few seconds was that Jeongguk was good. He was swift and delicate, yet he knew when to attack and when to take a step back.

You only barely escaped some of his strikes.

Neither of you kept count, you just sparred with each other for a while, up until you were both completely out of breath.

And then it was ultimately you who knocked him down to the ground and ended up sitting on top of him.

“I'd say that makes me the winner.”

“And here I thought you were only good for one thing.”

“You shouldn't judge people so quickly, your majesty.”

“Maybe I shouldn't,” he bit his lip, then licked it when he fully took that picture of you sitting on top of him in.

It's funny how you were so adamant about putting him in his place earlier about you ending up with spread legs, yet it was now you who got fucked against the stable walls – don't ask, it was just the closest place you could find.

Jeongguk didn't seem to be as experienced as Hoseok, his thrusts were a lot less coordinated, but it still felt good.

He was rough, he was quick and he showed you that – unlike with Jimin – this wasn't about emotions.

And you couldn't care less.

This was releasing tension that you two had just built up from the fight.

“Did my hyungs fuck you like this, huh?” he asked during thrusts when you kept screaming louder.

“No. No, they didn't.”

“That's what I thought,” he laughed, pulling out of you just for a moment to turn you around and push your chest into the wooden wall, then entering you once again.

Jeongguk was looking for release and it wasn't hard for him to get it.

But what surprised you was that he was – so far – the only one who pulled out before he came.

You could feel his sperm run down your back and smiled when he kissed your shoulder blade.

“We should do this again sometime, you know?”

“Well.. if one of your brothers doesn't fuck me, then I'll gladly defeat you again in battle.”

You were clearly mocking him and he actually liked that challenge.

He gave you a hard slap on your butt, “Go wash up..”

“Yes.. your majesty,” you both laughed as he left the stables.

“What's that look for, darling,” the king approached the queen with a grin.

“You should have discussed this with me first.”

“Discussed what?”

“Appointing a new Royal Noble Consort for all seven of our sons!”

“Do I have to remind you that these seven boys are not actually your sons, but sons of such Royal Noble Consorts?” he said with a spiteful tone.

“It still wasn't your place.”

“I am the king. I decide who comes to my court and who doesn't. Not you.”

They watched Jeongguk leave the stables, happily so and the king slowly turned around with a smile and was about to walk away.

The queen, however, kept her eyes on you as you hurried out of the stables, “If she stabs you in the back, you think about my words, dear husband.”

He stopped dead in his tracks, then turned around to look at her again, “What?”

The queen grinned, “It doesn't matter. You decide who comes to your court and who doesn't,” she mocked, then walked away, leaving him with many questions and even more worries.

Did he maybe make the wrong choice? Or was this just another scheme of his wife?

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