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borathae · 2 years

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↳ Index [Day 20 - Gunplay]

Pairing: Gangster!Jungkook x f.Reader

Kinks: Dom!Jungkook, sub!Reader, arranged marriage, gunplay, oral to a gun, big cock, praise, body worship, nippleplay, strength kink, size kink, tattoos & piercings, thigh riding, spanking, dirty talk, sexy possessiveness, multiple orgasms (f. & m.receiving), creampies, squirting, overstimulation, rough & passionate sex in front a window, she rides him, the trope of “this is the first night where the sex feels real and not like a marital duty”

Wordcount: 10.4k

a/n: i feel...feelings. too many of them. most of carnal nature. some of deeply emotional nature. this story did too many things to me, holy fuck i need air. besties, Kinktober hits different because we can be totally unhinged together and i am loving the adventure ❤

You fucked up. You are aware that you did. Five men are dead, slaughtered because you trusted the wrong person. Seven barely escaped death and the rest were either hurt or pissed.

Taehyung’s with you, cleaning the cut on your cheek a broken bottle left. You think someone threw it at you, but you blacked out before you could see who did it.

“Hurts”, you groan.

“I know, sorry. It must be done”, Taehyung answers you, replacing the blood soaked cotton swap with a new one. Soaked in disinfectant, he presses it against your wound, eliciting another hiss of discomfort from you.

“So what are we gonna tell him?” Jimin asks the question the rest of the group was too afraid to ask.

“The truth, what else?” Namjoon says dryly, fingers busy with stopping the bleeding on his arm by pressing a cloth to it.

“Yeah and risk her getting shot? Nah thanks”, Seokjin says, shaking his head.

“People died”, Namjoon hisses, eyes lowered in anger, “Yoongi’s still out and guess shit about how Hoseok’s surgery is going.”

“She didn’t shoot them did she?”

“She could have very well pulled the fucking trigger.”

You avoid looking at Namjoon, knowing very well that he would probably kill you with just a look if he could. You understand him. You’re angry at yourself as well. You weren’t careful enough and let the details of the meeting meet the wrong people, ending in the cops busting you in the middle of the deal.

“Where is she?!” Jungkook’s loud voice cuts through the air like thunder.

Your stomach twists in fear. He’s back.

“Oh fuck”, Seokjin gasps, looking at the opened door and regretting not having closed it.

“Where is she? Where’s my fucking wife?” Jungkook screams outside.

You exchange a panicky look with the others.

"Is she in there?" Jungkook spits, voice sounding as if he is just by the door.

“Sir wait, they aren’t done-“, one of your guards stumbles into the room and falls forcefully.

“What the hell?” Jimin exclaims, staring at the groaning guard.

Seconds later the reason for his fall appears in the door frame.

Jungkook. Black hair messy, eyes dangerously dark in anger and tattooed knuckles bruised from the punch he just threw.

“Don't fucking talk to me like that, cunt”, he spits at the guard.

“I-I'm sorry Sir”, the guard stutters, holding his aching cheek.

“Tzt.”

Jungkook rolls his shoulders and lifts his head, eyes running over the room and landing on you.

They lower in anger, head tilting to the side in this distinct almost hunter like manner Jungkook always gets when he is in the mood for carnage.

“You wanna fucking tell me what happened?” he hisses, voice calm but you know better than to trust it. You know what Jungkook does with traitors and you are currently the main suspect for the leak.

“I didn’t know Yeonseok would leak that shit”, you say.

“Don't give me that bullshit, you knew exactly what kinda fuck he is”, Jungkook spits.

“I didn’t. Listen. I really didn’t. If I had, I’d have shot him.”

“Bullshit. You’re working for them. Ugly fucking undercover pig”, Jungkook growls, reaching for the side. Hidden behind his suit jacket and strapped into a belt, his gun is waiting to be used.

“Hey Kook”, Jimin’s on his feet and in front of Jungkook instantly, “I believe her. She didn’t know Yeonseok was the snitch. We thought Lee would leak the shit, but he got shot. Nobody suspected Yeonseok, especially not ___.”

"I don't believe this", Jungkook growls, taking a step closer with his dark eyes never leaving your face. Jimin stops him, strong hand on Jungkook’s heaving up and down chest and muscles tensing under the turtleneck.

“Think”, he insists, “why would she work for them? The fucking pigs killed her brother, the last thing she'd do is kiss their fucking boots.”

Jungkook fights Jimin, lips curled back in an angry huff of air.

“Let alone betray you. She’s your wife. She chose you, didn’t she?” Jimin adds, finally managing to change Jungkook’s gaze from you to him.

His hand slips from his gun, he stops fighting Jimin. Now standing still.

“She didn’t choose shit”, Jungkook spits and pushes himself away from Jimin. He walks to the door in heavy steps, “clean this fucking shit up once you’re done”, he hisses.

“Where are you going?” Seokjin asks.

Jungkook looks over his shoulder.

“Making sure Yoongi’s got someone with him if he decides to actually bite the dust”, he spits, eyes landing on you for one last deadly look, “fucking shitshow”, he whispers and turns to leave.

The front door slams closed seconds later.

“Well fuck”, you press out, sinking in on yourself, “thanks man.”

“Don’t mention it”, Jimin answers you, currently helping the guard back up on his feet.

The air is tense in the room. You all know very well that this wasn’t over yet.

The penthouse is empty when Jungkook returns. Safe for the guards out front, everyone else left.

You didn’t. Obviously, because you live here even if the downstairs was poisoned by work. Upstairs maybe a little bit of home was present. Stuff like memoirs or sweet pictures of you and your husband weren’t present, but at least the lingering stench of blood, drugs and metal wasn’t present upstairs.

You don’t know if you loved your husband. You are pretty sure he doesn’t love you. Your marriage is a business contract between two wealthy crime families, making sure their money gets secured. You accepted, Jungkook accepted and that was the story of your love. Sex was okay because he's obsessed with perfection and that goes for sex too. Passion or tenderness obviously wasn’t present during those moments, because Jungkook sees sex as much of a task as his other things. Torture, fighting, murder, bringing in money with little loss. Those things have to be calculated and follow a certain pattern to be perfect in his eyes. The same goes for sex. Intimacy wasn’t present either, safe for the moments where he walked around naked in front of you or told you to show off a set of lingerie for him, but that was only because you were married and he saw those acts as duty. Romance was present once. You remember it clearly. It was a Sunday. The 16th of July two years ago. The sun was warm and the organisation was quiet for once. Jungkook took you out for ice cream that day and told you that he thought the dress you wore was pretty. You saw him smile that day and thought that he almost looked innocent when he smiled. You never saw him smile again since that day.

You don’t know if you loved Jungkook and you know he didn’t love you. But that was okay because you didn’t expect him to.

You were sleeping when Jungkook came home. You wake when he has already showered. He is sitting by the foot end of your bed, legs spread and arms resting on his thighs so he can make his lower arms tangle between them. He is shirtless, giving view to his tattooed torso. His lower body is covered by a towel, his hair is tied into a messy bun. He is overlooking the city. The Empire, which one day will be his' with you as the ruling Queen by his side. That is if he doesn’t decide to murder you tonight.

“Husband?” you try quietly, hoping for a moment that he won’t hear you.

He inhales loudly, straightening his back.

“Go back to sleep”, he says coldly, eyes never once breaking away from the city. It looks so small from your bedroom window, but this is only an illusion made by just how high up you are.

You often walk in on him jerking off right by the windows and with his hand in a punishing rhythm. Jungkook fucking loves standing by the windows and getting off to how small and tiny everything looks. The king standing on his throne and looking down at his suspects. He fucking cums like crazy to that thought.

“How is Yoongi?” you ask him.

“Alive for now.”

“That's such a relief to hear”, you say honestly.

“Mhm.”

“And the others? How did the surgeries go?”

“Good. They’ll all live.”

“That’s amazing, I’m so relieved right now.”

“Mhm.”

You sit up to crawl to him. You snake your arms around him, making him tense up and lift his head proudly. You aren’t wearing much more than panties and a bra. Not very comfortable, but you thought that maybe if you dressed yourself in Jungkook’s favourite set tonight, he won’t kill you the instant he laid eyes on you. It seems to be working, given how you are still breathing.

The little clothing results in your naked stomach coming into contact with his naked back. His skin feels cold in comparison to yours.

“Tae and Jin captured Yeonseok. He tried to take one of the boats to flee to Jeju. Did you hear?” you tell him.

“Yes.”

“What will happen to him now?”

“Why? So you can save him? Well, too fucking late. I already skinned the bastard. Cut off his cock too, made him eat it cause it’s what lying fucking pigs deserve”, he says almost nonchalantly.

You feel your stomach twist in disgust. You mask the gag you wanted to do by inhaling deeply, dancing your hands to Jungkook’s sculpted pecs. You don’t really want to touch him right now, this is solely to fight for your life.

“That's good to hear”, you whisper, kissing his shoulder, “I would have done far worse to him.”

“Tzt yeah sure”, Jungkook scoffs, moving away from you.

You study his face as best as you can see it from this position. His brows are creasing, eyes as dark as the night and lips turned downwards into a frown. You rest your chin on his shoulder, hands coming to rest on his pecs. His heart is racing like crazy in his chest, letting you know that despite his calm exterior he was in utter distress inside. You rub slow circles on his skin, making him react by flexing his pecs because his nipples are sensitive and the touch is affecting him.

“I'm loyal to you, husband”, you say, trailing your kisses to his neck, “please believe me.”

Jungkook rolls his head to the side, exposing his neck to your lips. You kiss his skin. He tastes like hints of his cologne. Smells like it too.

He keeps on staring out at the city, lips pursed in anger and eyes cold.

“And I’m loyal to the organisation. It’s all that matters to me”, you say, taking his pierced ear between your teeth to nibble on it softly.

Jungkook closes his eyes, relaxing his brows. You don’t see it happening as you are too busy licking and kissing his piercings. You know that he’s into that shit.

“I'd suffocate you”, he rasps.

You try not to falter in your kisses, hoping that he can’t feel your heart speeding up in fear.

“I'd want you struggling and fighting for life. I'd do it with my bare hands to feel your last breath leave you.”

Only now do you notice the gun tangling from his fingers. Did he bring this here to shoot you? Are you currently kissing your murderer's neck? Is that why his heart is racing? Because deep down he is nervous to kill his wife, but he knows that he has to?

“That's how I'd kill you if you ever betrayed me”, he says, eyes flitting to the distorted version of your bodies in the window’s reflection. Him towering over the city and you holding him close. The image could be beautiful if the air wasn’t so tense and you cared so very little for each other. He locks eyes with you.

You gulp, barely controlling your breathing. This is it. This is the moment you’re looking into death's eyes.

“How's your cheek?” Jungkook however asks, flustering you.

“It's… it won’t scar”, you say, stumbling back when Jungkook turns.

He pulls you back by grabbing you by your chin. He moves your head from left to right, dark eyes glued to the now bandaged cut on your cheek.

“Did you see who did that to you?” he asks.

“No, it happened way too fast.”

“Mhm”, Jungkook brushes his thumb over the band aid, “thank fuck it missed your eye.”

“Uh..yes…I guess…”

One must know that stuff like genuine worry for each other, affection and concern were nonexistent in your marriage. It is important to know so one can understand why you were so entirely flabbergasted by your husband’s concern right now. Jungkook never cares. Did seeing Yoongi almost die tonight affect him so much that he is becoming affectionate now? Or is this his way of saying goodbye before he finally kills you?

Jungkook pulls you closer, making you gasp and squeeze your eyes shut in fear. His strong hand lands on the back of your head.

His kisses your bandaged cheek.

Your breath trembles as it leaves you.

Your eyes open quickly, locking with his’. They are still dark, racing between yours and looking almost hypnotising from the close proximity you and him find yourselves in.

Jungkook moves in and kisses your lips as he keeps on staring at you, fingers tightening more and more on the back of your head.

You sigh shakily, squeezing your eyes shut because you can’t bear to look into his eyes when his lips claim yours so angrily. His teeth bite your lower lip, his tongue licks over it, his lips suck harshly. You reach for him for support, nails scratching down his arm as softly as possible.

The kiss breaks, strings of saliva keep you connected but they break just seconds later, now covering your skin. You peel your eyes open, meeting his unfaltering gaze. Your hands slip from him again.

He can see the uncertainty and confusion on your face, but he won’t call you out on it.

“You and your loyalty are mine, don’t forget that”, he rasps.

“I won’t”, you whisper, “and I never did”, you add just in case it wasn’t clear to him yet.

Jungkook slips his hand from your head and turns back to the city. He is playing with his gun mindlessly, eyes racing over the millions and millions of lights down below. You are sitting, daring not to move let alone breathe. The air shouldn’t be so tense anymore, but it is. Jungkook cared for your cheek, kissed you and told you his version of an I Love You. You don’t know what is happening. This isn’t your husband.

You let your eyes flit to the reflection of your bodies, coming to the scary revelation that Jungkook wasn’t staring at the city, but at you. He twists the gun in his fingers, making the safety click once.

You gulp. Now you understand. This was his goodbye. His last attempt to be affectionate before he shoots you.

“I’m sorry”, you whisper shakily, eyes burning in tears.

Jungkook acknowledges you with a cock of his right brow, outlining the inside of his cheek with his tongue. He lowers his head, eyes locking on the gun. His thumb runs over the cold metal, his jaw clenches.

“Stand up”, he finally says.

You follow with shaking knees, biting down on your tongue in order not to start sobbing.

Jungkook grips your wrist and tugs you right in front of him. You try not to squeak, let alone breathe too quickly.

He lets go of your wrist once he is happy with your position, placing both his hands on your waist. The coldness of the gun feels unbearable on your skin, digging into your flesh and leaving deep shivers behind.

He dances his hands up your torso. His thumbs are on your tummy, tracing the pearl netting which is spanning itself over your upper stomach.

You don’t dare to look down, eyes glued to the mirror behind your bed. There was another mirror right above your bed because Jungkook is obsessed with watching himself when you fuck. He also fucking loves it that you have to stare at yourself when he’s got you on your back, folded in half and with his huge cock drilling into your puffy pussy.

Jungkook leans in, connecting his lips with your tummy.

You can’t stop yourself from gasping or flinching for that matter. You bite down on your lower lip to stop more noises from slipping out of you, shifting your gaze even further up the wall just so you can’t accidentally look down at him.

His tongue darts out just to lick a thick stripe up your stomach until the position naturally breaks the contact.

Your skin prickles where he licked it, the air of the room feels ice cold while your body is burning up. All of this isn’t your husband. All of this swerves so far out of the patterns he made up for sex and you don’t know what that means.

“You’re so fucking sexy”, he rasps, lifting his head and realising that you aren’t looking at all. He furrows his brows, clenching his jaw. Why aren’t you looking? You are supposed to look when he’s worshipping you.

“Get on your fucking knees”, he orders in a growl.

You follow instantly, folding your hands on your lap and looking at the ground. Jungkook tilts your head up with the gun under your chin, forcing you to lock eyes with him even if that was the last thing you currently want to do.

“Why are you avoiding eye contact?” he asks, pupils dilated in anger.

“I-I…I’m sorry”, you stutter, widening your eyes for good measures.

Jungkook studies your features and your body. You carry fear in your eyes, your thumbs fumble with each other secretly, your thighs are pressed together in nervousness. Jungkook looks at the gun under your chin and understands.

He pulls it away and with a press, releases the magazine. It falls into his palm. He twirls it between his fingers and shows it to you.

Your eyes widen in shock.

It’s empty.

Jungkook presses the button to let you know the barrel was empty too.

Your eyes flit up to Jungkook’s face, racing restlessly in an attempt to make sense of all of this.

Jungkook slams the magazine back into the gun and takes your face between his fingers. He tugs you closer, leaning in to meet you in the middle.

“This isn’t your fucking punishment, get that outta your head”, he hisses.

“O-okay”, you stutter, feeling your heart skip a few beats from having him so close. His breath smells like minty toothpaste.

“You think I’m gonna shoot you? Like a coldblooded murderer?” he squeezes your cheeks, “I told you how I’d kill you, didn’t I? You think I’d not already have done it if I wanted you dead? That I’d let you sleep while I was taking a shower? No”, he moves closer, brushing his lips against yours to whispers darkly, “if I wanted you dead, you’d already be dead. Wife.”

“Oh”, you press out, shoulders sagging in relief and eyes spilling tears. He forgave you. Jungkook forgave you. You aren’t going to die tonight. The gun is solely a prop in some sick play of power and sex.

Jungkook wipes your tears away with a rough thumb, taking your cheeks back between his fingers afterwards.

“Don’t cry. I’m not gonna hurt you. You know that I don’t do that”, he whispers softly.

"I know", you get out, sniffling like crazy to get rid of the desire to sob.

"Good", he says and with one push to your lips feeds you his thumb.

You suck on it instantly, having done so a thousand times before. That shit is familiar to you. Having to suck off Jungkook’s fingers is a routine to you.

You were so ready to do it for minutes, but Jungkook already pulls out after nothing but five eager sucks, leaving you to chase him with a trembling sigh.

He straightens up and pulls the gun back into your vision. He holds it tightly, positioning it right between his thighs in a way so that the barrel would face the ceiling.

“Suck it like you’d suck my cock”, he orders.

You hesitate, looking up at him with confused eyes.

“Did I stutter? Suck my fucking gun”, he hisses, placing his hand at the back of your head to push you closer.

You eye the cold gun, gulping nervously. You know that it was empty and safe, but the thought still scares you. Sucking his cock is easy because his shape is familiar to your lips and tongue. But the gun is new. He never asked you to do that before. Of course he didn’t, because it wasn’t part of the pattern on normal nights.

Jungkook tightens his grip on your head, giving you an impatient push. There is no going back. You scoot closer, placing your hands over his’ and lowering your lips to the gun. You kiss the tip first like you would do his cock, feeling his fingers twitch on the back of your head. You can’t see it but Jungkook is staring down at you without ever blinking, frowning but with his chest heaving up and down quickly.

You close your lips around the barrel and sink down slowly.

Jungkook exhales loudly and opens his thighs just slightly, acting as if you finally took in his cock. Even his fingers tighten on your head.

The gun tastes weird. Metal and grease. You are pretty sure that you shouldn’t have those things in your mouth, but you won’t say anything. You slip off of it for a catch of breath, getting pushed back down instantly.

“Don’t stop”, he orders in a rasp, moving your head up and down slowly, “fucking suck it like you mean it.”

You moan for him, squeezing his hand. Your eyes are squeezed shut, your breathing is ragged. You don’t suck on it like you would his cock, merely letting the barrel glide over your tongue. It hits the back of your throat with each movement, tickling out your gag reflex more and more.

“There we go, so fucking good”, Jungkook rasps above you, staring down at you with blown-out pupils. Your lips look so good wrapped around the black metal. They move so nicely as you fuck your face with it.

The barrel is a lot smaller than Jungkook’s cock. Both in length and in girth. It is an easy task to have it in your mouth, even if the square shape and hardness is something to get used to. Other than that however, the size in itself isn’t all that bad. Sometimes when you suck Jungkook’s cock, your jaw hurts afterwards because of his size, so the gun is a welcome change. Even if the taste needs some getting used to.

It hits the back of your throat and finally triggers your gag reflex. You gag loudly, slipping off of it to prevent the worst case scenario. You wheeze and gasp for air, swallowing heavily.

“You sound so sweet”, Jungkook lulls, caressing the back of your head, “lick it for me.”

You place your tongue at the base of the gun, brushing against his fingers accidentally. Jungkook takes a deep breath in reaction, moving his hips in a slow squirm. Just once and then he is in control again.

You moan as you finally drag your tongue up the barrel, licking it as if you were licking the big vein on the underside of his cock. It feels so different than when you do it to him. Hard metal, unmoving unlike his vein which is always pulsating and throbbing when you lick it. You miss those sensations, craving them against the tip of your tongue.

“There we go, that’s it”, Jungkook whispers, voice shaky in arousal, “lick the tip, go on.”

You follow, swirling your tongue over the tip and moaning oh so hungrily.

“That’s it, fuck”, Jungkook tenses his thighs, relaxing them in a tremble, “such a good girl, fuck.”

Whimpering, you press the flat of the tongue right against the tip, grinding it back and forth quickly. Jungkook fucking loves when you do that to his tip, reacting with a sharp intake of breath now that he watches you do it to the gun.

“Fucking amazing, that’s fucking amazing”, he praises, voice raspy and just slightly lulled, “feels so fucking good, doesn’t it?”

You mewl, nodding your head. And you mean it. Maybe it’s Jungkook’s praise and the utter pleasure in his voice, but licking his gun is starting to genuinely feel fucking good. You dig the tip of your tongue into the bullet hole, eliciting a deep growl from Jungkook.

“That’s it”, he whispers breathily, hand slipping from the back of your head to cup your cheek, “fuck, that’s it, doll.”

The nickname sends heat to your pussy. Honestly moaning, you take the gun back inside, letting it sink into your mouth until you can feel it at the back of your throat. It is a lot more difficult to get it inside than Jungkook’s cock. Not because of its size but because of its unmoving character. Jungkook’s cock bends, no matter how hard and swollen you’ve gotten him, there is still a slight bend to it, which makes it easier to get it inside. But the gun doesn’t bend, forcing you to bend yourself instead to get it inside.

You keen, dropping tears onto your cheeks. A needy shake courses through you, your left hand slips from his hand just to grab his thigh instead. His skin is hot as fire, his muscles are so hard under your palm. You squeeze desperately, whimpering around the gun. Somehow holding his strong thigh is helping you stay grounded. Maybe it even soothes you.

“Such a good girl”, Jungkook praises, slipping his hand back to your head. He grabs a bundle of your hair and twists softly, “Is that tasty? Mhm? Do you like how my gun tastes?”

You break away from it just to gaze up at him, almost forgetting what you wanted to say to him in the process because of his cock. You look at it for just a second too long. Completely hard and swollen, it’s standing against his toned stomach, having escaped the towel. It is even leaking, tip looking so wet and sticky. Holy fuck. Your pussy clenches around nothing. Holy fuck, he’s so hard.

“I…” you clear your throat, breaking your eyes away from his cock to look into his eyes, “…I love it”, you whisper shakily.

Jungkook drags his thumb over your cheek to wipe the tears away, eyes lowering in arousal.

“Yeah? You love it? More than my cock?”

You gulp.

“Tell me.”

“N-no your c-cock’s better”, you stutter, hoping that this is what he wanted to hear.

Jungkook lets out a breathy chuckle, lips curling into a cocky smirk.

“That’s what I was hoping you’d say”, he rasps, squeezing your chin softly, “take off my towel.”

You scramble to your knees and reach for the knot. Jungkook rests back on his hands, having the drool covered gun resting beside him for now. He watches you with a quickly moving chest as you undo the knot and pull the towel open. Not that a lot of new stuff gets exposed because of it, give how his cock’s already been freed before that. Only his neatly trimmed pubes and heavy balls see the new light of the day, hypnotising you.

You may not love Jungkook and, hell, Jungkook may not love you, but the sexual attraction you both feel for each other was sometimes unbearable. Jungkook’s a sexy, attractive man, even if he sometimes scares you. He never hurt you in your years together, so you have no idea why you are scared of him, but you are. You are scared and so goddamn, achingly attracted to his body.

Especially tonight, because Jungkook is disregarding every single pattern you established over the years and that shit turns you on like nothing else.

“There we go, good girl”, Jungkook praises, straightening back up. He cups your cheek and makes you look up at him.

You swallow heavily, hands falling to his thighs just so you can hold something of him.

He smiles.

Jungkook fucking smiles.

For the second time ever since you’ve became his’, Jungkook is showing you his smile.

And it’s flustering you so much that your breath actually hitches in your throat.

“You’re such a pretty girl”, he whispers, tracing your lips.

You exhale shakily, feeling your head pound from those overwhelming feelings in your chest. Jungkook is smiling. He called you pretty. Jungkook called you pretty and is smiling. Holy fuck.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, studying your frown and glassy eyes.

“Nothing”, you barely get the word out.

“Mhm”, he hums, smile slowly fading into a relaxed expression. He lets go of your cheek just so he can dance his hand down to your throat to hold it as gently as possible, “I want you to take off your bra.”

You reach behind yourself without hesitation. Jungkook keeps your eyes on him not through force but through sheer attraction. Your heart’s racing like crazy.

The clasp opens easily. You tug the straps from your shoulders and let the piece of clothing fall onto your lap.

He looks down at your newly exposed chest, slipping his hand from your throat for it.

“Hm”, he hums, nodding his head with a frown on his face. It’s the same frown he gets when he likes food.

Jungkook places his hands over your tits, making you arch your back just to chase him. His palm is slightly callused from fighting, but his touch is tender. He gathers them and squeezes strongly. The sensation crawls down your body and makes your pussy so goddamn wet in your panties.

“Pretty”, he rasps, moving his fingers over your tits until he can pinch your nipples, tugging at them until you whimper. He smirks lazily, massaging them as his eyes flit back to your face just to take in how your lips part in a gasp. “you’re the prettiest, baby.”

“Kook”, you whimper, hands sliding to his inner thighs and eyes burning in new tears. It feels so good to be called baby by him. He only did that during your ice cream date and ever since that day, all you ached for was for another repetition of the nickname.

Jungkook dries your tears with the back of his hand, eyes softening slightly.

“Why do you keep crying, mhm?” he asks.

“I, I don’t know”, you stutter, sniffling like crazy.

"Do you not want me to play with you, mhm?"

"Please don’t stop", you breathe, meaning it honestly.

“Mhm”, he hums and gives your cheek a soft pinch, “stand up for me”, he orders.

You struggle so much. He’s got you so weak that you don’t want to get up. So he helps you, placing his strong hands on your waist to tug you to your feet. He stands up as well once you’re safely on your feet, holding your waist and stepping closer. Like this, he is towering over you, making you lift your head just so you can keep looking into his eyes. He doesn’t feel scary right now. Just strong and like he’d protect you from the world. The feeling is so foreign to you that you want to scream, but you can’t bring yourself to produce any other sound than soft whimpers and shaky intakes of air.

“Now you wanna keep looking at me, don’t you?” he speaks softly, eyes racing between yours.

You nod your head.

“Touch me, baby”, Jungkook whispers.

You place your hands on his chest, eliciting a shaky exhale from him.

He steps closer, hands sliding down to your hips to pull you into him. His head tilts down, nose brushing against yours.

“There we go”, he breathes, “do you like how I feel?”

“Yes”, you sigh, meaning it honestly.

“Baby”, Jungkook whispers, cupping your cheeks to pull you into a deep kiss. His head is tilted to the side, his shoulders are lifted to his ears, his lips move slowly yet desperately against yours.

You stare at him in shock. He’s got his eyes closed. Jungkook’s got his fucking eyes closed as he kisses you. The kiss is real to him. He’s actually feeling it.

“Fuck”, you press out in a shaky sigh, hooking your arms behind his neck to pull him close. Your eyes fall closed and your tongue finally chases his’ in a slow yet needy rhythm.

Jungkook moans, slipping his left hand from your cheek just so he can snake his arm around your waist and press you against his chest. Naked tits against naked pecs. Hot skin against hot skin. Cock against your stomach and hearts beating quickly in both your chests. All of this so far away from the patterns, that they aren’t even on the same map anymore. And you fucking love it, dragging your nails over his undercut until you touch his bun. With sloppy tugs, you open it. His hair falls down in messy waves, getting gathered and twisted by you.

Jungkook keens almost needily, lifting you easily. He isn’t just working out to be ready for whatever fight his life throws at him, but also to lift you whenever you want him to. He never did it before, but all he’s thinking about is lifting you when you’re both naked and lost in a kiss. Your weight makes the muscles in his arms shift and tense, his abs flex right against your pussy. Jungkook loves how you whimper into the kiss and how small you seem to make yourself just to fit into his arms easier.

Your legs snake around his waist, squeezing it tightly. You hate that you’re still wearing your panties. All you want to feel is his skin against your pussy. You’re so fucking into him right now. You need him like crazy.

The truth was that Jungkook is so goddamn vulnerable tonight. He is shaken to the core from everything that happened today, aching for affection he is very well aware you probably have to work very hard for to gather for him. He’s aware that you don’t love him, even if he can’t imagine his life without you. And today he had to. He had to imagine how life would be without you, because he almost lost you to a misunderstanding. He was so angry at you at first and so goddamn hurt. Not you, he thought, not his fucking wife. His heart broke when he heard that you were the one leaking the details, because that meant he had to kill you. Then it ached in confusion when he had to decide whether or not he could still trust you, all while he had to be there for Yoongi. The man, he considers as his own fucking brother. He came home, exhausted from crying over Yoongi way too much and skinning the real traitor, expecting you to have fled, only to see you sleeping in your shared bed and if Jungkook hadn’t been so dirty from murdering Yeonseok, he’d have climbed right into bed with you just to hug you against his chest. Your refusal to flee, even if that meant that he could potentially kill you, was all the proof he needed to know that your loyalty for him never faltered.

And now he’s a mess. Going from anger, heartbreak, confusion, worry and relief left him so goddamn needy for affection. He’d never tell you, because he possibly couldn’t share his feelings with you, but he fucking aches for you like nothing else. Even if it’s just pretend from your side.

He walks to the big windows, pressing you right against them even if that makes you gasp from the cold. The kiss still doesn’t break however, only deepening as your limbs seem to pull him closer and closer. Jungkook presses himself against you, moaning right with you as this makes your pussy press against his cock. He rocks his hips slowly, forcing his cock to glide between his stomach and your clothed pussy.

“Fuck”, he croaks, lips faltering in the kiss.

You chase him, moaning his name.

“I need you”, he gets out, cockhead grinding against your clothed clit and making your fingers scratch down his undercut.

“Need you too”, you answer him.

There is a chaise lounge to your right. Jungkook takes the necessary step and sits down on it, right on its edge. Your body hits his lap, hips chasing his muscular thigh in a needy roll.

He lets the kiss break for the sake of looking at you. His strong hands are on your thighs, your knees are on each side of his hips. His eyes are half-lidded and heavy in arousal.

“Lift your hips”, he orders and you follow.

Jungkook hooks his fingers in your panties and twists the fabric. In one rough tug, he’s got them ripped from your body, leaving behind burning skin and a racing heart.

“Those were your favourites”, you whisper.

“Doesn’t matter”, he dismisses you, throwing the ruined panties on the ground. He grips your hips and pulls them back onto his lap. He rocks them back and forth slowly, making your wet pussy grind right against his thigh.

Your breath trembles, fingers twisting in his long hair. His skin is so soft and hot, his muscles are so defined.

“You’re already dripping”, he says, voice deep in arousal. He wanted to get you wet on his cock and now has to live with the knowledge that you’re already wet for him. He’s so fucking into you, it’s insane.

“Yeah”, you sigh, chasing his thigh desperately.

“Fuck baby”, he presses out, gripping you by the back of your neck, “get on my fucking cock. Now”, he growls, pupils dilated to the point where his eyes appear black.

You follow without hesitation, lifting your soaked pussy from his thigh just to shimmy up his lap and align yourself with his cock. You grind your hole against his tip twice and then Jungkook squeezes your hips in warning, eyes lowering dangerously.

You let yourself drop.

“Oh”, you croak, head falling against his shoulder and body trembling. He’s so fucking big. It’s stretching you out so much.

“There we go. Take that cock”, he rasps, rubbing the small of your back soothingly.

Inch by inch he’s gliding into you, making you feel fuller and fuller. He barely manages to bottom out, eliciting the shakiest moan from you. He growls against your skin, hands slipping to your ass to squeeze it angrily, “that’s it. Your pussy’s so fucking good. Move.”

You circle your hips slowly, whimpering into him and trying to close your legs even if that is impossible in the position and only ends with you squeezing his hips. You feel like bursting.

“Jun-Jungkook”, you get out.

“Yes, baby?” he asks.

“You’re, you’re so big.”

“I know”, he tilts your hips differently to make the breach a little easier, “do you like it, mhm?”

“Yes”, you mewl, meaning it honestly. He may be a lot and he may make you feel like you’re being ripped in half, but that shit feels so good. It feels amazing on normal days and feels like paradise tonight. You don’t want to stop, you want to keep rutting against him until your pussy is finally stretched enough and stops burning.

“Yeah? You do?” Jungkook forces your head to lift with his hand on your neck. He moves his hips, basking in the widening of your eyes and the clenching of your wet pussy.

“K-Kook”, you squeak, brows furrowing in pleasure.

“There we go, relax. I know I’m big, but you’re my girl, aren’t you?”

You nod your head, gasping for air when his cock fills you up completely again. And he leaves you again, making you chase his girth instantly.

“Yeah you are”, Jungkook slips his thumb to your throat, keeping it resting there without applying pressure, “and my girl’s made for my cock, isn’t she?”

You nod your head, feeling new arousal seep out of you. Jungkook never called you his girl before. It feels so good now that he does.

“Tell me baby”, he orders.

“I’m made for your cock”, you whisper, pussy throbbing around his cock.

“And why is that?” he stresses, feeling you tremble on his lap and loving the shit out of it.

“Because I’m your girl”, you croak, falling around his neck a moment later to kiss him.

Jungkook gasps, hand slipping from your throat to bury itself in your hair at the back of your head. He moans, tensing his thighs desperately when you finally begin to actually move on his cock. Quick movements up and down and skilled circles whenever he’s balls deep inside you. It sounds wet and nasty, filling both of you with the desire to keep going and fucking going.

Tongues tangle, hands grope desperately, hips rut against each other. Breathing is hard when you’re kissing so much and the sex feels so fucking good. Hot and addicting. So without any kind of patterns and rules. So honest and fucking real. There is no order in your movements, just honest desperation to get off on each other as quickly and as intensely as possible. And you don’t want this to stop. Please don’t ever let this stop.

Jungkook doesn’t want it to stop either. Breaking patterns and ignoring rules. The thought normally gives him the fucking ick. But he doesn’t care right now. He doesn’t want patterns or rules, he wants you. All of you. The unfiltered, honest you. The sex tonight is his apology. He hopes you can see that it is. His apology for ever doubting you, his apology for yelling at you in front of the others and his apology for being so goddamn needy for you. He hopes you can feel how sorry he is and how goddamn into it he is.

Jungkook breaks the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours. His shaky breath intermingles with your trembling one, his thumbs brush over your temples, his eyes are closed.

And because his eyes are closed, he doesn’t see that you have yours closed as well. Maybe if he did, he wouldn’t feel so fucking sorry for being needy. Because you are fucking needy for him too. Being married is only fun when you’re desired, otherwise it leaves one with a constant ache in one’s chest. And Jungkook’s spilling over in desire tonight, soaking you with it just as much. It feels so good to fuck honestly and like you actually want to fuck.

“I’m so fucking into this”, Jungkook rasps, voice trembling because he bottoms out right this moment, feeling your pussy clench in reaction.

“Me too”, you answer him shakily, lifting yourself just to drop back down on him.

“Fuck”, he croaks and pulls you back into a deep kiss. You squeak as you weren’t ready for it, fingers squeezing his shoulders tightly and hips trembling on his lap. He is kissing you so desperately, moaning so much. It affects you so much. Jungkook isn’t vocal in bed. The penthouse is never truly empty. Guards, one of the others, some of the other goons. The penthouse is never truly empty and Jungkook decided for himself that being quiet was part of sex. Nobody needs to know how into it he is, especially not all the idiots downstairs. So to have him moan and growl and gasp so freely tonight, feels like sex in itself.

Jungkook breaks the kiss, moving just far away enough that he can look at your face. He dances his thumb over your cheek, letting his left hand slide to your hip just so he can squeeze it.

“Is this real for you?” he asks, eyes droopy and barely staying open.

You look at them and how they are filled with so much pleasure, pain and hopefulness. You nod your head honestly.

“Yeah, it’s real”, you whisper.

“Fuck”, Jungkook presses out, voice trembling and eyes squeezing shut.

He wraps his arm around you, pressing your face into the crook of his neck with his hand on the back of your head. His lips are on your shoulder, his nose is inhaling desperately. His legs broaden their stance so he can finally meet your movements. He thrusts into you deep and strong, forcing your body to tremble involuntarily.

“Kook”, you whimper, tensing up in surprise.

“I’ve got you, I’ve fucking got you”, he whispers against your skin, “fucking hold onto me, baby.”

You drag your nails up his back and neck, burying your fingers in his hair as deeply as possible. Like this your chests are almost melting with each other and his cock is so deep inside you, stomach grinding against your clit.

“That’s it”, he rasps, “that’s fucking it. Your husband’s got it. Gonna fuck you so slow, so fucking deep. Fuck”, he moans, body twitching as pleasure shoots through him. His hips thrust into you so much rougher afterwards, making your toes curl from how good it feels, “I fucking got it, got you so good. So fucking good.”

He had his eyes on his city once, thinking to himself how pretty those lights look. But not anymore. His face buried in the crook of your shoulder and his eyes are squeezed shut so tightly that his brain is coming up with its own sparkles of light. You feel like heaven around him. Maybe he’s imagining it, but he could swear that you feel so much wetter than you do on other nights.

Jungkook always makes sure that you are wet. Because getting you wet gives him an ego boost. But tonight it feels so real. So honest. It’s covering his cock and is running down his balls. He’s never experienced that sensation before, cradling you in his strong arms because of it.

You are also twitching and writhing like you never did before. They feel so honest and intense, making his own body shudder in reaction.

“I’m really close”, you whimper against his neck.

“Fuck, really?”

“Yeah”, you say and sob into him loudly, “Jungkook, please don’t stop, I’m so close”, you wail.

“Fuck baby”, Jungkook hugs you tighter, hips faltering just once before they find their rhythm again. Slow and deep, making your wet walls convulse around him rhythmically and for your smaller body to tremble against his bigger, oh so much stronger, frame. “Stop crying”, he soothes you in shaky whispers, “I’ve got you baby, don’t cry.”

“I, I can’t. It, it feels so good”, you stutter and hiccup a loud sob, “it feels so good”, you wail loudly and convulse on top of him, “oh god it’s happening”, you squeak out, hugging him with an almost scared desperation.

“It’s okay. I’m right here. Your husband’s right here, baby. Let go”, he soothes you, throwing you over the edge so intensely that for a second, you feel like passing out.

“Ah-“, you get out and then your voice cuts off and you begin shaking without having any sort of control over it.

Jungkook holds you close, rocking into you carefully because you are so tight that all other movements are impossible. He swears he’s never gotten you that good before.

Jungkook always makes sure that both of you have at least one orgasm during sex, because that is what perfection means to him. Well, at least until now it’s what it meant. Jungkook realises that this right now is so much more perfect than any well-calculated orgasm ever was. This right here feels real and makes his eyes tear up and once your aggressive tensing stops, his hips can’t seem to want to stop. He is chasing your tight pussy, putting rough desperation into his movements. The kind which makes his huge thighs slap against your ass each time he’s deep inside you and the kind which shakes you on top of him.

“Please”, you squeak out, voice so much higher than it normally is, “w-what are you doing?” you wail, “please oh god!”

Jungkook growls, pinning you against him and forcing your fleeing hips to take the fuck that way.

“Take me, I want you to take me”, he spits, feeling his heart pound in his brain.

“It’s too much”, you wail all while pulling him closer, “please, please, please.”

“Just say the word and I’ll stop”, he grunts.

You shake your head vigorously in denial, sobbing into his shoulder and soiling his skin with your tears. Why would you want to say it? Why would you want to stop this when for the first time ever, Jungkook fucks you with honesty? Why would you want to stop the kind of sensations he never gave you before?

“I knew it. I fucking knew it”, Jungkook spits and pulls your hips into him just to land a harsh spank on your ass. You scream his name, scratching his back bloody as you try to grasp him for support.

Jungkook growls, head pounding from the pain.

“Fucking do that again, I liked it”, he orders, connecting his big hand with your ass. The heavy rings he is wearing add another layer of burn to the spank, leaving you to convulse on his cock.

“Please”, you sob, scratching his back open. The black tiger on his right shoulder blade cries red tears from your scratches, his skin burns like crazy.

“You’re so fucking good”, he growls, forcing your back to arch with a push of his arm. Like this your ass is sticking out and your pussy stretches around his cock visibly. Jungkook can see her shift around his cock. All puffy and swollen and oh so wet. The view may be a little distorted from the weak window reflection, but it’s still enough for him.

"You're so sexy, your pussy's so fucking pretty. Fuck baby", he growls and growls again. He spanks you, soaking up the view of your jiggling ass like an addict. The broken sound you make in reaction fuels him, makes his cock twice as hard as it already is.

Jungkook spanks you again, eliciting the most desperate, almost painful, sob ever. The reason for it presents itself to him just seconds later as your pussy convulses in another orgasm.

You claw at him, biting into his shoulder because nothing helps. Your pussy is so sensitive, your ass hurts so much, your body is so weak in his arms. All of this paired with the fact that Jungkook feels the same as you, makes you cum like you never orgasmed before. You convulse and shake and tremble until it gets too much for your pussy and she squirts angrily.

“Fuck yes”, Jungkook growls, reaching between your legs to rub your clit instantly. He pulls you off his cock for the sole purpose of giving your pussy the unplugged chance to squirt everywhere. And you do, oh you do. The entire floor in front of the chaise lounge gets covered in you, his cock is getting soaked in it too now that it’s right under your pussy, aching to be back inside.

"That's it. Squirt for me. Holy fuck, keep squirting baby. Fuck, you’re mine. Fucking mine", Jungkook is chanting whatever comes into his scrambled brain, rubbing your clit like a madman.

You scream and wail, twitching so aggressively that your muscles ache. You don’t even know anymore if he is making you squirt or if you’re just straight up pissing yourself. You know however that you don’t want him to stop, clawing at him with all the desperation in the world.

Jungkook moans loudly, back burning from your nails and head pounding like crazy. He’s got you fucking squirting. Holy fuck, it’s so hot. Jungkook presses his fingers tighter to your clit, rubbing her quickly.

"O-oh" you squeak, fleeing him with an arch of your back.

Jungkook however chases you, pinning you back against him, "don’t fight it. Let it happen", he growls, pinching your clit just to rub her between his fingers.

“Stop please”, you beg now that overstimulation is eating you alive, “holy fuck oh god”, you croak, writhing atop of him as his fingers press against your clit repeatedly.

“Don’t flee”, he orders, pinning your hips back against him, "I know you’re made for this. You're my fucking girl, you’re made for this", he chants and bucks his hips up, forcing his huge cock to slip back into you.

You squeak and grow completely still on top of him. The stretch goes oh so deep and hard. Holy fuck, your pussy feels like it's going to burst.

"Please", you beg.

Jungkook knows it’s because you are so goddamn tight and his cock is huge. He runs his hands down to your ass, soothing the burning skin with slow circles.

“Take a breath for me”, he orders, making it easier for you by grabbing your ass and parting it, which results in your pussy getting all open for him as well.

You whimper into his neck, barely taking breaths.

“There we go. I don’t wanna hurt you, baby”, Jungkook soothes you.

“You’re so big”, you mewl.

“I know. I know I am, but you can take me. You’re my good girl, aren’t you?”

“Yeah…” you keen, relaxing around him in a desperate shudder.

“Yeah you are. You’re my good girl and you’re gonna take my big cock like you’re made for it, aren’t you?”

“F-for how long?” you stutter, twisting his hair as your body once again tenses without you having any kind of control over it. You are so tight and Jungkook’s so big. It burns so addictively, almost feeling too much and yet not enough. You don’t know whether to flee or to chase him. But you do know that for however long you have to take him still, the result will be the same. You are changed. If Jungkook thinks he can go back to his calculated patterns after tonight, he is mistaken. You never ever want to have other sex with him again. Just raw, honest, rough fucking.

“Not for long anymore. I’m really fucking close”, he answers you, picking up in his movements.

He is giving you long, drawn-out strokes. The kind which makes his entire cock leave your pussy before stuffing her again within one rough second. And which make his balls slap against your ass from the sheer force. Your skin is so sensitive from the spanking that getting his heavy balls against your ass feels like addicting paradise.

“Gonna cum so good baby. Gonna cum so fucking good”, Jungkook growls against you.

“Oh god”, you whimper, hugging him tightly, “are you gonna cum inside me?”

“Yes baby. Gonna stuff you.”

“Kook”, you sob, convulsing around him in desperation, “please stuff me, please.”

“I will, gonna fill you up till you’re dripping. Hear me? Want you dripping and leaking ‘cause of me.”

His hips falter, he squeezes your hips.

“Fuck”, he spits, “it’s…difficult…”

You understand him. When he made you cum like crazy, you couldn’t move either. It must be so difficult for him to keep moving his hips. You lift your head just so you can see how he reacts when you take over for him.

You may be entirely spend and tired, but making him cum is filling you with a spurt of energy. You slam your hips down on him, lifting them quickly afterwards just to begin your ruthless bouncing up and down his huge cock.

Jungkook widens his eyes, gasping for air. He scrunches his entire face up in pleasure, head rolling back and mouth falling open.

He moans loudly, voice sounding way more high-pitched than you ever heard him sound.

His very obvious enjoyment, motivates you to speed up. You add little movements back and forth to your bounces, biting down on your tongue solely because your own thighs want to give up on you. His cock feels so good inside you.

“Baby”, Jungkook keens, falling back on the chaise lounge. His head tangles over the edge just enough that his hair is hanging over the edge in messy strands. He throws his own arm over his eyes, moaning so loudly that you can hear it echo in the penthouse.

“Jungkook”, you mewl, slamming your hands on his chest for support. Like this you can arch your back and therefore force his cock to rub right against your walls.

Jungkook lets out a sob, almost making you falter in your movements. Your widened eyes are glued to his face in shock, your pussy is clenching like crazy in arousal. Jungkook drags both his hands over his face and buries them in his own hair. Like this his arms are tensing, sweat is running down his skin and soaking his hair.

“I’m cumming”, he croaks out and sobs.

“Do it, fill me up. Mark me as yours”, you growl, slamming down on him.

“Aaah!” Jungkook screams and arches his back. He gets stuck in that position as he finally breaks, chasing you with squirms while producing the most high-pitched and desperate squeaks ever.

“That’s it. Fuck. I’m yours Kook, fucking yours.”

“Oh god”, Jungkook arches his back even more, cock releasing another wave of cum inside you, “don’t stop please don’t stop, it feels good”, he begs, thighs trembling like crazy and stomach tensing so much that he fears he’ll develop a new set of never-seen-before-abs.

You fuck him and fuck him and fuck him and Jungkook keeps on shaking in his high as his cock is pumping you full of endless cum.

“Shit”, you croak, eyes rolling back and body trembling out of control now that you realised what was actually happening, “baby”, you croak, crumbling around him a third and last time, prolonging his orgasm to fiery levels of intensity.

“I can’t stop! It, it doesn’t stop”, he wails, feeling it run out of you by now. Did he seriously never cum before? What the hell is happening to him? What are you doing to him? Jungkook is crying and shaking and cumming and he has no control over it.

“Me neither”, you sob, collapsing with him as your body gives up on you, "fuck baby, oh baby."

"I fucking love this, holy shit", Jungkook growls, meeting your sloopy movements with equally as sloppy movements.

Now you are rutting against each other like tired, yet needy animals. Arms holding each other close and heads pounding like crazy. The sloppy grinding is enough to force your endless highs to die down gradually. Slowly, but at least they are dying down. Truly, you don’t think you could have stopped on your own if your bodies didn’t actually give up on you.

The room is silent, safe for your heavy breathing and the occasional sound when a droplet of your juices is dripping onto the ground. His cock is still inside you. Hard as a rock and getting squeezed by your tight walls. In theory none of those nice juices should escape you, but with the amount of cum he pumped into you, losing a few droplets is unavoidable.

Your head is resting on his chest right where his collarbone blends into his shoulder. You can hear the heavy pounding of his heart even from here. It mixes with the sound of your own rushing blood.

You don’t quite know if you actually fell asleep or not. The minutes after tonight’s fuck are a blur in your mind. Maybe you fell asleep, it would explain why you started drooling on Jungkook.

You slurp quietly, forcing your heavy eyes to open.

Jungkook’s chest heaves up and down slowly, his heartbeat calmed down. You are shivering like crazy, feeling so goddamn cold all of a sudden. Even his cock feels different, sitting inside you all limp and soft.

Okay you definitely fell asleep.

Groaning softly you lift yourself to your elbows.

Jungkook is very obviously sleeping. Mouth open widely and eyes closed. He looks so funny like that, making you giggle. Something you never did before, but tonight changed you. You can’t deny it. You feel fuzzy in his presence. Fuzzy and warm and maybe a little giddy.

You lift yourself even more, shimmying your hips to make his cock slip out.

Jungkook jerks awake, gripping your hips strongly to prevent it from happening.

“Don’t”, he croaks, voice heavy in sleep.

“Oh. I-“, you freeze up in the position, “I didn’t think you’d wake up.”

“I didn’t sleep”, Jungkook says, with his voice contorted in exhaustion now that he is forcing himself to sit up.

You snort, “yeah sure.”

“Does it matter?”

You shake your head, eyes racing between his’. Jungkook’s eyes do the same, hands running up and down your ass. He opens his mouth to talk only to chicken out and close it again.

You place your hands on the sides of his neck.

Jungkook exhales shakily because of it. He inhales and opens his mouth again.

“What”, he begins, having to clear his terribly dry throat, “what did this mean to you?”

You swallow down the heavy lump in your throat. Jungkook gulps as well, eyes widening in both nervousness and hopefulness.

“What did it mean to you?” you ask him, wanting to stall time.

“Don’t avoid my question”, he says in a shaky voice.

You lower your eyes and take a deep breath. When you lift your gaze seconds later, Jungkook’s eyes have filled with tears of unbearable nervousness.

“It meant everything…baby”, you say, gnawing on your lower lip in nervousness.

Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut and pulls you close, hiding his face in the crook of your neck just so you can’t see his stupid tears roll down his cheeks. You aren’t calling him husband anymore.

“I feel the same”, he presses out, cradling you oh so strongly.

“Good”, you whisper, holding him against you.

“It’s you and I, yeah?”

“Yeah, you and I”, you promise him.

“Fuck, baby”, he exhales, standing up with you even if his legs are wobbly.

You hug him tightly, sighing his name. Maybe being his wife isn’t that bad. Maybe you actually do love him and maybe he actually loves you too. Maybe it is way too soon to make such decisions and maybe the magic will stop come tomorrow. But at least tonight you are sure that you love him and Jungkook knows that he loves you too.

He places you atop your bed, climbing on top of you.

“Wait, we’re dirty”, you gasp, “shouldn’t we shower first?”

Jungkook cups your face, “why? Just to get dirty again?”

“What do you mean?”

“You know what that means”, Jungkook breathes and finally pulls you into a kiss.

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XS (XIV - Scotch)

“Give me just a little bit MORE”

Being the son of the largest gang in the country, Kim Taehyung might as well be a prince. He is more powerful than any one man should be and is not afraid to get rid of anything - or anyone that gets in his way.

So when a man is unable to pay back the gigantic loan he owes Taehyung, the heir is all too happy to take his life. Moments away from pulling the trigger, a girl more beautiful than he’s ever seen bursts in and offers her life for her father’s. Taehyung knows right away that he wants her.

And Taehyung gets everything he wants.

Thirteen

Fourteen

Even though Taehyung is gone, YN is still not able to have a peaceful night’s rest. She wakes with a start, shooting up in bed and clutching the silk sheets next to her pounding heart. She’s covered in a thin sheen of cold sweat that has her feeling icky.

With a shuddering breath, YN places a hand on her forehead, trying to calm herself down.

Taehyung isn’t here. You don’t have to be afraid.

But doesn’t she? Just because her biggest antagonizer is gone for the moment doesn’t mean she can let her guard down. YN is still in an unfamiliar place with only God knows how many people are inside. She doesn’t know who will want to hurt her to try and get back at Taehyung, or who she can really trust not to stab her in the back later down the line. Even Yoonji - YN’s closest thing to a confidant, clearly has some resentment toward her.

YN sighs. Working herself up thinking about all the danger she has herself in won’t do any good. All she can do is settle in and enjoy her few moments of peace before Taehyung comes back to terrorize her some more.

YN slips out of bed, hating to be there for any longer than necessary. She puts on something comfortable and then hesitates in the closet, unsure of her next actions. There really isn’t much to do in this room entertainment-wise, and she doubts she’ll be able to sneak out of here, so YN decides to head into the bathroom and take a good look at all the products Taehyung has stocked it with. Her eyes linger on the shower as she enters the room before darting away, wanting to push the memory into the furthest corner of her mind.

It seems that Taehyung has bought any and every beauty item she could possibly need. YN tries not to feel freaked out at the familiar items and reads the labels of products she’s never heard of before. She hasn’t been at it for very long before a voice interrupts her.

“What are you doing?”

YN looks up from her spot on the ground and meets Jungkook’s untrusting gaze.

“What does it look like?” YN snaps.

Something about the man just really gets on her nerves.

“Making a mess,” Jungkook says, crossing his arms over his chest, “That, or trying to see if there’s anything under there you can use to off yourself.”

“Ha ha,” YN says drily, “Did you come in here just to bother me or what?”

Jungkook’s expression doesn’t change. Could he really believe YN was trying to hurt herself with skincare?

“Someone wants to see you?”

YN’s blood runs cold. She can’t think of a single person who she’d like to meet in this wretched place.

“Who?” she says, trying to hide the slight tremble in her voice.

“You ask too many questions, princess. Come on, he doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”

As YN rises to her feet, her mind runs with a million possibilities. Is this some kind of test set up by Taehyung? Is someone trying to take her out of the picture already? What if she walks into the room to meet this stranger and is kidnapped?

“Calm down,” Jungkook says when he sees the look of pure terror on YN’s face, “I’m not marching you to your death. Taehyung would kill me if anyone but him hurt a single hair on that pretty little head of yours. Namjoon wanted to see you.”

“Namjoon?” YN asks.

“The boss’s brother.”

“Oh,” YN says, unsure if that makes her feel better or worse.

Jungkook doesn’t say another word during the entirety of their journey to meet Namjoon. YN tries to pay attention to all the twists and turns in this labyrinth of a house but gives up when she swears she sees the same painting three times. Besides, her mind is racing too much to really focus. Her palms are clammy, so she wrings them in her shirt, giving herself something to hold on to.

Jungkook comes to a stop so abruptly that YN runs straight into his back, jerking away immediately. The last thing she wants is to touch him. The bodyguard doesn’t acknowledge the small action at all, raising his hand and rapping thrice on the heavy wooden door.

The door swings open smoothly. YN peeks hesitantly from behind Jungkook’s back, sizing up the new man in front of her.

Sure, this isn’t the first time she’s had the displeasure of seeing Kim Namjoon, but it wasn’t like she was paying his face much mind when there was blood and the sound of gunshots everywhere.

“YN,” he says kindly, almost as if the two of them were coworkers who ran into each other at a coffee shop, “It’s great to see you.”

She doesn’t even attempt a smile, eyes scanning his face for some hint of his intentions. She finds done. Kim Namjoon wears a perfectly sculpted mask that hides his true emotions.

“I’ll take it from here, Jungkook. Feel free to go about your day,” Namjoon says, stepping to the side to make space for YN to enter the room.

“You know boss doesn’t want her out of my sight.”

“Oh, come on,” Namjoon says with an easy smile, “Lighten up. We’re just going to get to know each other better.”

That vague statement does absolutely nothing to put her mind at ease. YN glances past him, looking into the room. Nothing inherently dangerous can be seen, but who knows what his actual plans are?

“I can wait outside, if you’d like,” Jungkook concedes once it becomes abundantly clear that Namjoon is not budging, “But I’ll be the one to escort her back to her rooms.”

“Of course,” Namjoon says, then turns his full attention to YN, “Come in, dear.”

“What is with mafia men and their humiliating pet names?” She thinks to herself but doesn’t comment on it, knowing very well how precarious her situation is.

YN doesn’t acknowledge Jungkook as she enters the room. She feels equally unsafe with everyone around her. Her chances of making it out alive are probably the same no matter who she’s with.

Namjoon closes the door after her, still keeping on his polite airs. It’s crazy to her how nonchalant everyone is all the time. One moment they’re at fancy balls and the next they’re covered in the blood of their own family members.

“Please, take a seat,” Namjoon says, motioning towards a very expensive-looking leather couch.

YN does as told, sinking down into the comfortable surface. Namjoon does the same, sitting in a matching armchair. He grins at her, sending a huge wave of unease down her spine. Trying to shake the feeling, YN squirms under the guise of readjusting.

“I trust my brother is treating his new wife well,” Namjoon says, his tone playful.

He’s teasing her - mocking the horrific misfortune she’s been thrust into.

YN’s face contorts in anger before she can school her features.

“Easy there, tiger,” Namjoon says, “You gotta work on your poker face.”

“I will, thanks,” she grits out, trying not to offend him.

He studies her for a moment before snapping his fingers. Moments later, a smartly dressed butler comes through a hidden door, placing an empty glass with two perfectly square ice cubes in it down on the side table next to Namjoon. He's gone just as quickly as he arrived, vanishing without so much as looking at YN.

Namjoon picks up the ornate-looking thing on the table that YN had originally mistaken for a vase, pouring himself a glass of amber liquid.

“Scotch on the rocks,” Namjoon says, more to himself than to her, “The best drink for business negotiations.”

“Business negotiations?” YN asks.

A sickly feeling starts to rise up, but YN takes a deep breath, forcing the nausea back down.

Namjoon finishes his scotch in one go, setting the glass down with a loud clink.

“You see, YN, you’ve found yourself in a rather . . . interesting position. I bet you consider yourself just a poor girl who was at the wrong place at the wrong time. That this whole thing is a terrible accident.”

She doesn’t know what he’s implying.

“What do you mean?” YN asks.

“Our little organization here wouldn’t run smoothly if everyone went around making rash decisions. Everything we do is meticulously planned right down to the last detail. You don’t honestly think that the heir to the largest mafia in the country would just pick some random woman to marry, do you? Wasn’t it a little strange that Taehyung, someone who is as high up in rank as you can possibly get, would personally go hunting down some nobody who owed us money?”

That sick feeling returns, this time even harder.

“Namjoon . . .” she starts before cutting herself off, panic beginning to rise.

“Don’t work yourself up,” he says, leaning back in his chair without a care in the world,

“My baby brother’s been obsessed with you for years, YN. Every wonderful and horrible thing that’s happened to you in the past five years has been because of him.”

YN thought it was impossible for her world to shatter even further than it already has, but she was clearly wrong.

“There’s . . . no. That can’t be true,” YN says, rising to her feet so quickly she nearly gives herself whiplash, “That’s impossible.”

“You don’t really think you got into that fancy school of yours alone, do you? And what about the guys you’ve gone out with, hm? When was the last time one of them didn’t mysteriously go missing?”

“Stop,” YN says, beginning to tremble.

“And what about the care boxes that would show up at your dorm? The part-time job that paid you four times more than anyone else? The way you got banned from every dating app on the planet.”

“Please,” YN whispers, “What do you want from me? Why would you tell me this?”

“Oh, YN,” Namjoon says, sighing the same way a mother would after watching their child make a careless mistake, “I’m just telling you the truth. I want us to be friends, you see. And friends don’t keep secrets from each other.”

“What do you want from me?” YN repeats again.

There’s no way Namjoon is telling her this from the kindness of his heart. Based on the wide grin on his face and the amusement in his eyes, he’s got a sadistic streak, just like his brother.

“You want to leave, don’t you? To be free from Taehyung forever. You want to go back to your normal life, don’t you?”

YN doesn’t answer, feeling like his questions are merely a trap in disguise.

“See, I think you can help both of us out, you and me. It’s quite simple really. I’ll take over the gang and you can go back to your insignificant little life. All you have to do is kill Taehyung.”

#yandere bts #yandere taehyung #bts x reader #yandere bts x reader #yandere x reader #bts mafia au #i haven't written a fic in almost a year whoops #also i saw rina sawayama in tokyo so that's cool #xs #yandere

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nightswithkookmin · 1 year

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Thanks for branching into my favorite topic

"He will do his Solo career with or without the members."

Brilliant. Love it.

But as will the others💀

The rap line have demonstrated this much. Tae is even handling Solo very well.

Between all three however it is still only Jimin who seemed to demonstrate a level of commitment towards the group. I'm not gonna say attachment because that throws people of.

Said it before, will say it again JIMIN IS THE BEST IDOL OUT THERE. you don't get to be the best idol just because. To have a whole producer coming out to say you will end Kpop in 2023. Ain't that the tea💀

I don't know why in one breath people want to praise Jimin and acknowledge his status as the idol other idols look up to, yet still have a problem when it comes to the nitty-gritty of what actually has gone into earning him that status.

He takes his profession seriously, does everything in his might to make sure he delivers his best and nothing short of it. Yet we can't see how that translates into him taking the group or band seriously too?? Wild.

Bts is the vehicle that has brought him here and you best believe Park Jimin is not driving no damn dead beat vehicle. He's changing the oils, greasing the rim, inflating the tires, tightening the knots and giving it a new shine. Best believe that.

He's worked so hard, played by the rules and done everything in his will and power to aid the group to achieve the wealth and success the group has amassed.

He recruited fans for the group, bust his ass practicing, dieting and damn near killed himself for the group.

I hate dont like it when people wanna say well he's not the attached one, that other person is, just to say it, because they associate negative meaning with the word attached when like I'm looking at that other person they claim is more attached and they come no where near Jimin's level of commitment and dedication he has shown to the group. No shade.

I don't see anyone in bts more attached dedicated and committed to the cause that is bangtan. He was willing to sacrifice his health, his sanity, his relationship with his boyfriend in the group for the success and well being of the group and we have a problem admitting this???

At the end of the day I think we all have very different feel and perspective on the matter and I like my perspective better🤣

That man tries. I'm sorry but he tries and I swear to you he is unmatched. Thanks for attending my rally.

Sorry I have to update this cos.... I have more to say

When I talk about he will be hit the hardest if BTS go Solo I'm looking at all that work my guy has put in to help build the group, the thought, energy, the nurturing, the effort- all of that.

And maybe I'm projecting- may be

But to see ones hard work just puff vanish into thin air just like that must suck. It's painful. Jimin's gotta shed a tear or two. And I know it mustn't have been easy for him seeing Jungkook run off feeling like he'd just been freed from a cage too.

Then Namjoon basically saying he was tired nearly destroyed my heart for Jimin.

In a way Jungkook won cos dude was dancing on Jimin's chest taunting him like bruh was it worth it denying us our happiness Hyung Ahjusi over this 🎤 speak into the mic🤣

And he keeps re-echoing those same sentiments even in his recent live talking about how he doesn't know when it will all end so he's just gonna Yolo 🤷🏾

Called jimin out saying as a grown ass adult they should be doing whatever they want

Frankly I approve that message.

Which doesn't mean I disapprove of Jimin's approach to things. He is by far admirable. And his way works. Especially in their line of work where they are constantly under scrutiny.

He's very professional

But at what cost?

Sigh, I won't have a public melt down over his weight and body again

I won't have a public melt down over his weight and body again

May be if I say it one more time I won't have a public melt down over his weight and body and the things he has to do to maintain it again 😫

Jimin....

chileee.

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soephiphany · 1 year

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Okay.

I can't be the only one who thinks about their bias (or any celebrity crush in general) every night before going to sleep. But I'm not talking about just thinking, I'm talking about full mind on a scenario you made, while feeling all the kind of feelings and trying to sleep at the same time.

This was my yesterday scenario/drabble?, with my beloved bias wrecker Jeongguk

Warning : fluff. Yes, if you're like me, this is something to be warned about. LOTS AND LOTS OF FLUFF. Jungkook long hair (i don't even need to explain this one)

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"You know, you could sleep here more" his deep and sleepy voice shakes you from your sleep and you turn your head up to him, putting your hands under your round chin. His warm fingers drawing patterns in your forearm, leaving goosebumps from his touch.

"I've been sleeping here for almost a week"

"You know what i mean" the confusion on your face shows your obvious thoughts "I'm not having sex with you now, Jungkook."

"Yah, I'm not talking about sex" he giggles and you drown your face in his clothed chest again, to hide your embarrassment. "But if you're up to ..."

"Nuh-uh. No way, I'm too tired for it" he reaches for your hair nodding along your words even tho you can't really see him.

"That's okay, my love. Sex is not the only way of loving you" he pecks the top of your head and you sigh lightly and put yourself on your elbow to stare at him.

"And what are the other ways?" Your eyes flicker with excitement and he swear he can see galaxies in your eyes. Little does he know what his incredible gaze feels like.

"Well.. I can hug you like I'm doing right now" a little smile is hanging on his face while the words come out of his beautiful rosy and pillowy lips "There's my words, which you already hear so much everyday" you stare at him a little to long and he starts to question stuff.

"You hear it everyday, right?" His light concerned voice was what it needed to take some giggles out of your mouth

"Yes,baby. Yes, i do" he sighs in relief and you stare at each other for a brief moment before laughing out loud, then he puts his hand on your mouth trying to make your laughter less noisy "It's late, babe" you nod to his words and take his big hand off your face, giggling a bit in the process.

"there's cuddling too, you know." His brow frowns as he thinks, and then a spark shines in his pretty doe eyes "And playing together in our pretty little farm on Minecraft" he could feel his heart warm and his body melt at the sight of your smile widening when he mentioned your farm. He knows you're very proud of it.

"There's the other thing you still didn't mention" your fingers travel through the big and long strays of his dark raven hair.

"Your boobs? Aish, sorry, i forgot." He throws his head back laughing silently when you hit his bicep whispering 'yah' with a blushed face, or as he likes to call, spicy Cheetos face. You just don't question him sometimes, it's better this way.

"I didn't forgot. Of course i didn't. I was leaving the best for the end, you know.."

"The grand finale" you both say at the same time and he gasps in jungshook, like that was the most incredible thing that has ever happened in his life -the 'marry me' moment with Namjoon flashbacks in your mind-. "That's why I love you" your cheeks grow warm again, like it's the first time you hear it. He says it everyday but that doesn't change the fact of how these three words affect you so much, and you feel the same, of course you do. How could you not? When he looks at you like you're the most beautiful thing in the world, or when he kisses you so passionately that you cry about it when you can't have his lips on yours, or when he smiles at you, with that toothy grin, so wide and pretty, just for you. You love this man with all your soul and heart, you would travel worlds and realities for him. Like Gomez and Morticia used to say - and you two like to quote - 'i would die for you, i would kill for you, cara mia.'

"Baby.. Why are you crying?" He sounds so worried cause he's thinking what could've triggered your tears, he wipes your wet cheeks with his thumb and kisses your forehead after giving you the cutest look with the cutest pout.

"It's just... It's you" you hide your face with your hands when you finally sit up in bed. His also sits, staring at you while trying to crack the code you just throw at him, while rubbing your back sweetly. 'It's you'? What's that supposed to mean? Are you breaking up with him? Do you not love him anymore? You're not happy with him? He knows he's thinking nonsense but it's scares the hell out of him to think that one of these could be true.

"I just.. I can't believe I'm so lucky" you manage to say with muffled voice between your sniffles. He body relaxes and his face softens at your words. Scooting closer to you, he puts your legs around his waist and you hide your face in the crook of his neck.

"God.. I love you so much, do you know that? I love you so fucking much" he mutters in your ear, traveling his long fingers in your hair, in a way it wouldn't mess it. "I'm the lucky one. Have you seen yourself? You're the most gorgeous, marvelous, incredibly amazing and beautiful woman I've ever laid my eyes on" when his words hit your ears, it only makes you cry harder, now clinging on his oversized shirt with all your strength. You look at him, just to see him smiling so sweetly at you with his eyes overflowing genuine love and also tears. He's so sensitive, you love him.

"I love you so much. You make me so happy. I'm so in love with you, my Jungkook" he mutters a 'fuck' and kiss your lips softly, like he's afraid of breaking you but he holds you so close,like he's afraid of letting you go, like you're some sort of dream to him. And you are, hell yeah, you are. You are his world, his everything and he's never letting you go.

After kissing for sometime, you pull away, just to stare at his eyes again before kissing him passionately. He melts into the kiss, just like cotton candy,he's so sweet, he tastes so sweet and good with a pitch of mint from his toothpaste - that's actually yours, since he forgot to buy more - that adds an extra pleasure to it. He's now devouring your lips, you can feel his brows frown from how much he's putting himself into this kiss. He just loves your kiss, your lips, how it fits perfectly with his. He loves when your tongue plays with his lip piercing, or how you whimper when he sucks and bites your bottom lip. He just loves everything about kissing you, he feels like he could do it forever. But your lungs says otherwise when you break the kiss, chest heaving,loud breaths, you both affect each other so much, and you love that.

He tucks your hair behind your ear and pecks your forehead gently, then he continues to kiss softly through your face, kissing every inch of skin. Your eyes, nose he loves so much, cheeks, every single spot in your beautiful face. "I love you, i love you, i love you" he says holding your face with his hands while staring deeply at your eyes, kissing you again, slowly, like you're savoring each others mouth. There's no hurry on it, it's the perfect time, with the perfect touches, just like always.

He pulls aways and pecks your lips two times more before smiling at you "You know... Tae is getting jealous of us" you whisper to him, playing with his hair while he strokes softly your rosy blushie cheeks.

"Oh yeah?" He pecks your lips again. He just can't get enough of you.

"Mhm hm" you hum and he hugs you laying back at the bed, your hand fitting perfectly his waist and his arms pulling you close for a good and warm cuddle.

"I know he's your brother, and my best friend, but he'll have to put up with us being together, you know? It's been almost a year now" he giggles a little by the end of the sentence and it sounds like a perfect lullaby for you.

"Hmm, I'm not gonna fight him, ok? Let him live. He always had me for himself, now he gotta share, it's hard" you jokingly mock your brother and Jungkook could not hold a laugh inside of him.

"I know. He just have to know that i won't let you go." He says it more to you than to your brother and you nod in response smiling shyly.

"He knows it"

"And i hope you know it too" he lifts your chin and caresses it , staring at your almond shaped eyes "I'm yours. I'll always be" his tattooed hand slide to your waist pulling you closer as he gives you a small kiss but not to small to be a peck. "And are you? Mine?" It's not like you didn't say it to him, or better, sang it to him, while both of you went crazy to Are you mine by Artic Monkeys two weeks ago, but he loves to hear it.

"I am. I'll always be" he softly smiles at you kissing all over your face once again. It's becoming a habit, and you love it.

"You promise?" He looks at you and you both laugh when you hum - together - to Promise by Jimin, like you share one only brain cell. He stares at you when you take long, holding his pinky up and slapping your butt with his free hand, the hand that once were on your waist "Yah, tell me you promise"

"I do, Jungkook. I promise" you smile and he hugs you back, gently squeezing your ass, making a red tint stink in your cheek and you let on of your giggles out.

"Thank you, Cara mia"

"You welcome" you snuggle your hands through his hair again and he hums in response. You can say you're obsessed with his hair. You're obsessed with him, that's the true.

Kissing his chest, you say with a muffled voice "now let's sleep, my Jungkook" he pecks your head and mutters a small 'yes' and it doesn't really take that long for you to enter in Dreamland.

Honestly, with Jungkook by your side, under you, caressing your arms and hugging you tight, you think, no, you're sure, you're already on Dreamland.

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Well... I actually wrote more than I imagined yesterday lol but i love it this way. (If there's any writing mistakes, let me know)

I don't know what scenario I'll make today or if I'll just cry about this one again :/

It's a tough decision, yk

Anyways, i wish you good reading and stay well, safe and healthy.

Good morning, good evening, good night,

Be happy, army<3

- Soo Soo 🌼

08/01/2023 - 23:00

#bts x reader #bts fluff #bts female oc #bts fanfction #bts jeongkook #jungkook #fluff Jungkook #jungkook fiction #jungkook fluff #domestic Jungkook #fluffy fluffs #soephiphany

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kookieswan · 2 years

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Red Light (Snippet) - Pudding

Nightmare!Hoseok x Psychologist!Reader

Word Count: 600+

Genre: Horror AU, Monster AU, Psychological horror, Fluffy.

Warnings: Talk of killing/injuring people. It should be noted that this story will contain themes of horror/psychological horror and also explore obsessive behaviors and codependency. Many characters are morally gray. Please be warned!

Summary: Seokjin has always been confusing to Yoongi, but he swore he’d never see the man happy over food of all things.

Notes: Just a cute little something featuring our favorite Nightmares! Also please remember, Nightmares don’t need to eat to survive, so many don’t consume food regularly.

This is a snippet from the Red Light series. Find the Masterlist here ♥️

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“Alright, I think everything’s situated. Enjoy your treat Yoon, I’ll probably talk to you later.” Just seeing Jungkook’s cute face scrunch up is into a grin enough to make Yoongi giggle as he nods, clutching his new edible treasure tightly. His Jungkookie had hand delivered the bowls himself, a gift from a higher power… Quite literally.

“Have a good day Jungkookie. If anyone bothers you, don’t hesitate to tell me and I’ll rip them apart.” The guard rolls his eyes but still gives him a small smile before turning to unlock the door to the secured room. He opens it and slips out quickly, the sound of it shutting causing Seokjin to stir. It’s about time he wakes up anyway, Yoongi thinks. Jin’s been sleeping much too often and he’s starting to get bored with the lack of artistic freedom.

The younger Nightmare watches as Seokjin slowly awakens, curled up in the corner of his bed with the bowl hugged to his chest still. The other Nightmare sits up from his small bed sluggishly, yawing with flourish. Yoongi blinks at the older man, raising a brow when Jin frowns and huffs, bones cracking as he stands. A bad sleep apparently, but then again, they never rest well.

“What’s for dinner?” Jin juts his chin out toward the bowl in Yoongi’s hands when he notices is, eyes curious since Yoongi’s actually eating. The smaller Nightmare raises up the bowl he holds closely, the abnormally large spoon sticking out as he does. The choice of food was odd, very odd, but Yoongi’s never been one to question things outside of the norm.

“Pudding.” Seokjin walks over the the small opening in the cell where his food sits quickly, grabbing it with careful hands. He brings the smallest of bites up to his lips, allowing the delicately to touch his tongue. As far as Yoongi knows, Jin hasn’t ate but maybe once or twice, avoiding the countless years of disgusting slop.

“Pudding…? It’s so sweet…” Seokjin stares down at the bowl, lips pursed in thought as he tastes the food. He grips the spoon tightly and stirs the dessert, blinking down at it with squinted eyes. Yoongi shovels another heaping spoonful into his mouth, savoring the sweet taste, a huge difference from their usual dinners. He speaks with his mouth full, pudding covering his sharp teeth.

“Chocolate pudding. Apparently our favorite psychologist requested it and was very adamant about the whole thing. Nearly got into a brawl.” As always, Jungkookie was able to give him some insight, the precious bunny man. It makes Yoongi hum brightly, eyes sparkling as he reminisces. His humming falters as he catches Seokjin’s face, perplexed for a moment by the full blown grin that adorns his lips.

Seokjin hasn’t ever been one for sweets, or for food in general. He’s never even mentioned wanting to to eat, so the action is out of the box… Yoongi almost questions Jin when the Nightmare brings another spoonful up to his lips, a bubble of laughter leaving him as if it’s the most amazing thing in the world. Seokjin gives him a pleased look, eyes bright as he mumbled out one word;

“Joonie.” And then it hits him. Seokjin doesn’t like sweets, but Namjoon does; loves them even. At least, he used to before things went downhill. Yoongi watches with hidden content as the other Nightmare practically dances around the room, his previous sour mood long gone.

“Mmhhh, happy happy Joonie… I think I owe Dr. _____ a favor.”

#red light ♥️#hoseok x you #hoseok x reader #hoseok x y/n #bts x you #bts x y/n #bts x reader #bts horror au #bts monster au

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dalchiid · 1 year

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Wow even Jimin had me fooled up until the very last moment. I thought he was genuinely being nice and wanting to spend some actual quality time with y/n. But now it makes sense why all the other brothers have been so weary of him when it comes to her. He’s destructive and chaotic at best, and I still can’t believe his kink is necrophilia. Hoseok’s reaction was appropriate. We already know how protective he is of y/n and what he did to Jiyoo is a living testimony of that, so Jimin should’ve known better. Well, at least Jimin was smart enough not to take things any further physically. Despite his scheming ways he’s still loyal to his brothers at the end of the day so perhaps that counts for something. Also it’s interesting how Hoseok hesitated to satisfy y/n’s “needs” given the circumstances. Basically he doesn’t mind using his own venom to satisfy any sexual urges, but Jimin’s is off limits? I wonder if it’s a territorial thing or if he was simply concerned about y/n not being in the right /consenting/ headspace.

I wonder if other brothers have distinct characteristics with their own venom too? Seeing as how Hoseok’s is pure euphoria and Jimin’s unbridled lust. Also if any of them have special powers like Namjoon being able to turn a human to a vampire.

Finally, anons wanting y/n to sleep with Namjoon feels like a line that shouldn’t even be crossed. Given the way he acted to Jimin using his venom on her I can’t imagine how absolutely maddening he’d react if one of his brothers were to actually go further than that. I’m afraid it’d be a true blood bath. Hoseok’s sense of smell is already sensitive as is towards a simple kiss between them, and that’s already crossing the line. So I can’t even begin imagine how he’d react to other more intimate places of her smelling like his brother.

Another great chapter! Your writing is brilliant as always and of course that sex scene was hot af.

— cloudy anon ☁️

(I’ve written a few asks so I’m going to start signing them off just to keep track since everyone always sends in such good ones, and until next time, take care <3)

Jimin really tricked Y/N into believing that he was nice despite the fact that she was warned about him. He can be really mean because he finds it funny and yes the necrophilia! Now we know why Jungkook hates the smell of the women he brings home. It's because they're dead.

Hoseok did what anyone would have done. He has his issues but punching Jimin was the best course of action. At least for me it was lol. It's not the first time Jimin has done something stupid. He likes messing with people. He's a bit sadistic if you think about it, but he does have his loyalty to his brothers that keeps him from getting into too much trouble.

Hoseok hesitated to help Y/N because he knew she was like this because of Jimin and not because he did something to her. It was a bit of a turn off for him but he went through with it because she really needed the help. So far the rest of the brothers have similar saliva to Hoseok. They are of varying states of high. Seokjin though is a little different. If you take too much of his saliva in one sitting it can cause hallucinations. As for special abilities we know Hoseok can control minds and Namjoon can turn people. Taehyung can alter people's emotions so he can calm, agitate, or make someone happy. Interesting that he can seeing as he's the one who gets angered easily.

If Hoseok were to ever find out Namjoon and Y/N had sex... I don't even want to think about it. He would never kill his brother but he'll definitely do damage. The type Namjoon would probably have to take a lot of time to heal from. And Y/N will probably never see the light of day ever again, but is it a risk she and Namjoon are willing to take? I have no idea but we'll see!

And thank you, thank you! I aim to please 😊

I'll be sure to tag your questions with cloudy anon ☁️ then so we can keep track! You take care as well 💜

#ask #covetous #cloudy anon ☁️

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sopebubbles · 2 years

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ready for more Friendly Fighter Fodder???

Good. Glad to hear it. Love the enthusiasm.

This post will be a rambly and is no way needed to enjoy the Fighter series, so if you rather skip it feel free! This discourse takes place after Chapter 9 and assumes that you've looked over the character chart. Masterlist Character Chart Friendly Fighter Fodder (vol. 1)

First of all, I really appreciate how kind and understanding everyone has been since I started managing Sopebubbles' blog. It's been a lot of fun for me to interact with you guys and see you react to this story that I really love. For this Friendly Fighter Fodder, I got to interview our lovely and talented author. Without further ado, please allow me to introduce her. You know her best for such works as Serendipity, A Sea Without You, 21st Century Girl and so many more. Maddie, welcome. We are honored to have you with us today.

Thank you! Its a pleasure to be here! It's okay if I call you Maddie, right? You can call me whatever you like. I'm not used to sitting in front of genius. Oh, you're too kind. So let's jump right in. Why is Val's birthday important? Both beastie and I are very interested in astrology. I think about it at least a little bit with most of my characters, though not all. Sometimes I like to deliberately build characters around a zodiac sign. For example, Yn in The Pact was created as a Gemini to complement Jin's Sagittarius because it's one of astrology's great pairings.

However, with Val, I needed to choose a birthday. So I decided what zodiac sign suited her best and we ended up in April as an Aries because she's very action-oriented and pretty impulsive. I think her Aries sun and Tae's Aries moon really allowed for their explosiveness.

For awhile we were really stuck between Scorpio and Aries, because she is really intense and has a secret and this deep emotional world that she's trying to understand. The birthday we chose actually has her moon as Scorpio, which is why we ultimately settled on that particular date.

Also, my moon is in Scorpio so it made it easy to project onto her. 😂

And I happen to love scorpio moon folks, so it's perfect. Can you talk a little bit about the relationship dynamics within Bangtan? I know some of them have been touched on in the story, but they all seem very open. How does it work? Namkook: Namjoon wasn't super serious about anyone before Jungkook. Partially it was that he didn't want to get anyone invested in his lifestyle. His parents weren't exactly a role model couple (because his dad was a jerk). He knew pretty early on that he was bisexual, but never pursued anyone of either gender very seriously until he met Jungkook. As Kook tell us, it was Jin who got him to stop fooling around and put him to use. After a couple of years of working the streets for Jin, and after finishing high school, he began to work more closely with Jin and that's how he met Namjoon. They hit it off pretty quickly! Namjoon new his dad wouldn't approve of the relationship because of toxic masculinity, so they kept it secret for the most part until his father was killed and he took over. They are still pretty low key. While they love each other deeply and are very committed, they do indulge in (mostly) sexual encounters both in and outside the relationship. Jungkook keeps a separate bedroom because Namjoon snores too loud sometimes and they both like their space. I really like this pair together. We had talked about before how they complemented each other really well. Namjoon has a tendency to think everything through very deeply and choose the best course of action. While Jungkook can be entirely thoughtless, but then just kind of…do the right thing?? I think Namjoon is very taken with Jungkook's instincts and ability to be carefree and capable.

And Namjoon also appreciates how physically unbreakable Jungkook is. Maybe he thinks about that with Val, too. Allow your mind to wander where it will with that piece of information. What about 2seok? As discussed in chapter 8, Hoseok first met Jin on the streets of Seoul when he (accidentally) killed for the first time. But it was hardly the first time Jin had seen him. Seokjin thinks that one of his talents is finding people with potential. He's a pretty big fan of diamonds in the rough and fixing broken toys. He had been following Hobi around the streets for at least a couple of weeks. He wasnt necessarily supposed to be there; it wasn't exactly Bangtan territory. But he had been looking for a way to approach Hoseok, and the moment presented himself. Since Hobi really had nowhere to go and was worried about being sought out by the other gang, he stayed with Jin. They became deeply devoted to one another. When Jin was assigned to go to LA, there was no way he would leave Hoseok behind. They are very much a part of each other. Oh. And they are open to possibilities, but generally both too busy and not interested enough to pursue anything outside of each other, but they might be able to make some time 👀

I always saw Jin as someone who puts Hoseok before anyone else. In terms of being on the queer spectrum, in my mind (and I don't know if you'd agree with this) he had the strongest preference for men. That being said, he is deeply in love with Hoseok who knows things about Seokjin that no one else does. In a lot of ways, I think Seokjin is grateful to Hoseok for accepting him completely and he wants to do the same in return. So if someone was important to Hoseok or Hoseok wanted to explore, then Jin would be more than willing to let and encourage that happening. With or without him being there also. I haven't really thought much about how much Jin prefers men, but I agree he has a strong preference for Hoseok. I think Jin is someone who spends a lot of time trying to get to the very bottom of someone's being, which is part of why he doesn't trust Val immediately. I think once he's explored the depths of her, he'll be disappointed in himself for not having been the one to discover her. 😂 But yes, absolutely, he would let Hoseok have whatever or whoever he wanted. On to Vmin... Yes, now Vmin...theirs is the least like a relationship. They met while attending the same expensive private school. Jimin was…a trouble maker and entirely too smart for his own good. Tae was, well pretty much how Tae is. They were friends and that was pretty much it. Fast forward a couple of years after graduation and Jimin is being held by the FBI for some very less than legal computer activities. Tae finds out and appeals to Namjoon, who convinces his dad that getting Jimin out of trouble and under their organization will be well worth the cost of a bribe—which it was. Afterward, Jimin introduced Taehyung to the BDSM scene and the two began a casual, open sexual relationship. They both freely sleep with other people as we have seen, but they do tend to see each other as a constant.

I have thought a lot about Jimin’s character specifically! I don’t know if as authors we’re allowed to have favorites, but if we were allowed he would definitely be among the contenders! You may have noticed that Jimin’s header was used for Chapter Nine despite the fact that the focus was mostly on Y/n. However, this was the first time we started to see Jimin’s character through his interactions with other people. We start to get a sense of what he values and what he doesn’t and what motivates him. Jimin is aromantic and alexithymic. An important thing to note is one does not cause the other. You can be uninterested in romance and not have alexithymia and you can have alexithymia and be interested in romance. Jimin just happens to be both. I included Jimin’s aromanticism on his character chart because if you asked Jimin directly if he was interested in romance, he would flat out tell you, “No.” However, if you asked Jimin if he was alexithymic, he’d have no idea what you were talking about. Jimin is comfortable. Bangtan accepts him for who he is and he feels safe with his friends. Thus, he doesn’t feel the need to go looking for answers. He understands that on some level, he’s different but he also knows that while he doesn’t understand his emotions, other people don’t understand how to code. And to him, it’s more ridiculous to not understand how to code or hack into a government mainframe, because those things are much easier than emotions. Both intentionally and unintentionally, Jimin has developed coping mechanisms for his alexithymia. Because he doesn’t trust his understanding of emotions, he looks for behavior to guide his actions. He values compassion and loyalty most of all. Taehyung has displayed those qualities to him more than any other person, so he values Taehyung more than any other person. In return, he tries to show a similar amount of compassion and loyalty. The other thing too is that Jimin likes caring for people. He gets a great deal of satisfaction knowing someone else is enjoying themselves. That was what got him into the BDSM scene. He liked knowing what the rules to everything were and fulfilling expectations as a Dom. He liked knowing that he was giving people what they were asking for. And if he seems a little callous at times, well then, that's just part of his persona. And in case you’re wondering, Tae finds that bit particularly hot.

And as far as not wanting romance, he just doesn’t care for those behaviors. They look contrived to him, so he rather not participate. Easy as that.

If this is your first time hearing about aromanticism or alexithymia, I encourage you to look them up! And if you have more questions about how this affects Jimin or his relationships, please let me know. 😊 One more thought, I didn't want to have your typical giant ot7 love puddle. Not that I don't love those stories, because I do! It just didn't feel right for the story for me. I felt like it would be very intimidating for Val. And I liked the idea of getting to explore different kinds of relationships instead of one. Tell me about Yoongi. Ah Yoongi! Is it wrong to say he's my favorite and he's not in a relationship because he's just too wonderful? Okay, that's not the real reason. I imagine Yoongi probably really liked a girl in undergrad. They were friends for a long time, both premed, studied together a lot. He didn't get the courage to ask her out until senior year and she said yes, but then they went to different medical schools and, well we know that could never work. Med school is a busy time, too busy to invest in someone else. Then once he realized he would be part of the gang, there was no point, in his mind, of involving anyone in his life who he would just make vulnerable. If Jin has the strongest preference for men, then Yoongi has the strongest preference for women. Not that he wouldnt ever be interested or have sex with a man, but he's honestly fairly disinterested in the whole thing in general. He needs that spark. And I can't think of any brighter spark than our Val. She's so sparkly, sparkly, isn't she? 🤩 She sure is. Speaking of Val, does she know about all these dynamics? What does she think of them? I think this will come up soon in a few chapters, so instead of discussing what she thinks of them directly maybe I should tell you why she probably doesn't really know about them. Firstly, she does know about vmin, but she still doesn't fully understand that. Tae is not very good at explaining things. He'd rather just make out, tbh. But Val is someone who really needs things laid out explicitly, particularly when it comes to feelings and interpersonal relationships. She barely remembers her mom, much less what her parents' relationship dynamics were like. Her most intimate interpersonal relationship in her whole life was with Joaquin. Yikes. Honestly, she probably expects a certainly level of unhealthy behavior because she doesn't know anything else, even though she does know it doesn't feel good. She hasn't seen much of anything that wasn't a heterosexual, abusive relationship up close. I think she has absolutely no context to bisexuality or polyamory. And I think it's really going to throw her for a loop. She has a lot to learn! Luckily, she's a quick study. Yeah, I think she'll catch on! I know a lot of people were here for Taehyung and Val. We know that Val thinks everything was a lie, and it's clear Taehyung is starting to process some very complicated things about their previous relationship. Is there any hope for them moving forward? What do you think is the biggest lesson they need to learn, either together or separately? I know that's been confusing to a lot of people including Tae! When she says it was a lie, it's because she knew she was lying. She thinks she tricked Tae into believing she was someone she isn't, and that who she is isn't lovable. Obviously she has to learn that she is lovable, but the guys will take care of that. I think she needs to learn that she can be the person she wants to be simply by embodying it. She had to accept her own duality, and all the different parts of herself. She is traumatized and also naive, strong and vulnerable. Tae needs to learn how to communicate, honestly. In some cases, words are actions and actions that aren't properly explained or justified only do harm. I have a lot of hope for them! 🥺💕

Well, that is it for this episode of Friendly Fighter Fodder. Thanks again to Sopebubbles who indulged my whim for an "interview" and painstakingly typed out her thoughts!

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The first thing Jimin does is follow his instinct, quickly pushing on the door with all his weight to try and restore the barrier that the wood provided for him. It would have worked well, too, if it weren’t for the fact that the person’s hand is already on the door, forcing it to stay open. Jimin struggles with it for a bit longer, but he can tell it’s really no use - their arms are just as muscled as before, and his strength is no match for theirs. In a matter of only several seconds, the door remains wide open, and Jimin’s visitor has a smug smile on their face.

He doesn’t know their name, but he recognizes them. He recognizes the unique shape of their eyes and their built limbs and that smirk.

He recognizes the teenaged boy, now a young man like himself, who had come with the (now dead) CFO that day. It was certainly no coincidence that he had just shown up when the CFO had died. That was why he was here, it had to be. Why the man had come for Jimin, he had no idea, but based on the look on his face his intentions were not something Jimin would like.

The man walks straight into the apartment, easily resisting Jimin’s attempts at keeping them out. “Why are you here?” Jimin asks, though it’s a demand for an answer more than an actual question. The man smirks at Jimin, looking around to familiarize himself with the apartment - Jimin ’s apartment. Like he thinks he’s going to be spending a decent amount of time there - which will not happen, if Jimin has any say in it. Unfortunately, based on the fact that this man has just forced himself in, it appears he has none.

“Not very excited, are you?” the man asks, amused. “Well then, Park Jimin, I’ll explain for you. I’m guessing you’ve seen the news?” Jimin nods. Both of them, of course, know exactly what news he’s referring to. There’s no need to ask.

“First off, I’m Namjoon. Kim Namjoon. Remember that name, because you’re going to be dealing with it a lot,” Jimin scoffs at his cocky attitude, but Namjoon continues, ignoring him. “Secondly, his death was no accident. He was murdered.”

No matter how many times the flashbacks have happened, no matter how long his brain has taken to process the events of that night, one thing has always stayed consistent: the muddy, unfocused feeling around the time when he last saw his parents, where his brain was confused and he was able to do little other than observe in absolute horror. The flashbacks, and of course the night itself, were the only times he had ever had that feeling, and he was quite content with that - he hated the absolute powerlessness of it. At least, that was the case until right now.

Murdered. There was no careless mistake, after all. The circle of death had ended viciously, as a result of someone’s conscious decision. His first thought was a congratulations to whoever did the deed, but his second, third, and all after that were focused on every factor he could consider: who did it? What was their motivation? Did they do it as a sort of vigilante thing, or was it yet another person trying to “eliminate competition”? Would they be caught? What was the thing that finally got him killed? Kim Namjoon, however, is not so fond of his internal chaos.

“Yes, yes, you’re shocked, I get it. But maybe you could try to pay attention to the person speaking in front of you?” he says sarcastically, rolling his eyes before continuing. “Anyways, we don’t know who did it yet, but at the scene there was a note found that said it was revenge for your parents. So all we know is that this is connected to your family, and since you’re the only one left, you have to get involved.”

“Me? I have nothing to do with any of this. I was just trying to live my life when this happened, and if you’ll excuse me, I will continue to do that!” Jimin shouts angrily. Namjoon only looks amused at his outburst.

“Sorry, but no can do. There’s only one major lead so far in this case, and that’s you, so you are going to help solve it.”

Jimin balls his fists, fighting against the tears welling up in his eyes as he stares at the man who had played a major part in ruining his life and had now forced himself into Jimin’s house when he was already distressed. In more of a growl than anything, he says, “No way. I will never work with you, not on anything.” Namjoon simply chuckles, lips rising in a snarl.

“Well, Park Jimin , unfortunately for you, you’re going to have to. If you just agree now and stop arguing against the inevitable, it’ll be much better for the both of us,”

“‘Both of us’? How the hell will this help me ? As a sane human being, I don’t consider being forced to investigate a murder very helpful!”

“Well, you see, with your financial situation at the moment, your job is just managing to keep you going. You can’t afford to lose that, can you? Contrary to popular belief, if you have the right resources, it’s not the most difficult thing in the world to fake video evidence. It might not fool the police, but if you were to present an employer with supposed evidence of their employee committing a crime, they wouldn’t have much power to check its truthfulness. They might just lay off the employee then and there,” Namjoon says with a smirk, his narrowed eyes gazing into Jimin’s with amusement and arrogance. His tone slows as he says the last few words for emphasis, and as he finishes his sentence he steps forward, leaning closer to Jimin with his arms on his chest. Jimin stares back with his best attempt at a death glare, but the other doesn’t seem fazed. They both know exactly what he’s implying, and they both know he has the connections to go through with it. “So, what do you say, Jimin ?”

“Fuck you,”

“Are you sure that’s the smartest choice of words? Seems like someone might be forgetting the position he’s in. It would really benefit you to reconsider, don’t you think?”

Namjoon’s head cocks to the side, and Jimin closes his eyes, his fists balling by his sides. Working on anything with the man who had just forced himself into his apartment was about the last thing he wanted to do. But Namjoon was right; he really couldn’t afford to lose his job. If he didn’t have this source of income, he would be done for. So with gritted teeth, he opens his eyes and says, “Fine. I’ll do it.”

Clapping his hands together in a celebratory fashion, Namjoon leans back to his original position, his smug smile now a triumphant and cocky one. “Well then. Now that we’re in agreement, I’ll be taking my leave. I’ll be in touch, Jimin.”

“Be in touch? How are you going to do that-”

But before Jimin’s even able to get all of the words out of his mouth, Namjoon has already taken confident strides out the door, and without looking back or giving Jimin any semblance of an answer, he shuts it, leaving Jimin only with the sight of a piece of wood just as clueless as he was.

•

When Jimin had awoken the previous morning, gaining a new-found nemesis hadn’t been on his to-do list. When he’s woken up at 8:46 by a sharp set of knocks on the door to his apartment, however, somehow he knows before he’s even crawled out of bed and sluggishly made to the door who’s there, back for their second meeting not even 12 hours after the first. And so, though the Jimin of any other timeline would have never believed it, somehow he’s not particularly surprised when he opens the door to see Namjoon, yet again with nothing but himself.

A courteous host was how his parents had raised him to be, no matter who their guest was or what they had to work with. All this unwelcome visitor would receive from him, though, was a frown and a glare. “What are you doing here? I just saw you last night, and I think that was enough for me.”

Namjoon chuckles, raising an eyebrow. “Have you forgotten our agreement already, Jimin? You’re coming with me.”

He’s leaving with Namjoon? Already? Not even a full day, not even half a day, after he had agreed (though not willingly) to help him? That was…fast, much too fast for his liking. “What?” he asks, though it’s more of a shout, his volume raised and eyes widened in shock. “But…but what about my job? The one you threatened? I have to go or I’ll get fired regardless. And my friends, well friend, he doesn’t know anything about this. I need more time!”

The taller man crosses his arms, letting out a soft but amused “tut-tut”. “Well, unfortunately, Park, crime doesn’t exactly wait for when the detectives have time. We have the best chance of solving this if we start now. And don’t worry, I’ve made sure you’ll keep your precious job. Your employer has been told that your aunt has suffered a life-threatening medical emergency and you need to take time off to assist her,” he says cockily, clearly proud of himself for being prepared.

“But Taehyung-”

“This Taehyung of yours doesn’t need to know anything. He’s your coworker, yes? He’ll be told the same excuse by your boss,”

“Taehyung’s not just my coworker. He knows me well, he wouldn’t believe it. He knows I wouldn’t just disappear without saying anything!”

“We’ll just have to take our chances,” Namjoon shrugs, and it’s clear that he doesn’t want to discuss the matter further. Jimin does, but based off the look on Namjoon’s face he’s pretty sure the other won’t even respond to him anymore, so he elects to stop talking about it. For now.

“Why do I even have to come with you, anyways? Why can’t I just stay here?”

“It would be a lot easier for us to work together if we’re actually in the same place as each other. That way we can talk without me coming out to your apartment every single time I need help or have new information. Besides, if you’re not with me, I don’t trust you enough to not talk to that friend of yours about this,”

Jimin opens his mouth to argue, because fuck is this man irritating, but after a moment he closes it, gritting his teeth, because Namjoon did have a point. Firstly because if he had to do this, it would be easier to be closer to the infuriating twat, and secondly because the one thing Jimin wanted to do right now was, indeed, to spill everything that had happened in the past 24 hours to Taehyung. Taehyung was the voice of reason in his life, Taehyung would be able to talk him out of this, or soothe his thoughts at least.

“Alright, I’ll come to your stupid house,” Jimin puffs out through his nose, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring back at Namjoon through narrowed eyes.

“Finally seeing some reason, aren’t you, Park?” Namjoon replies in an equally annoyed tone. “Follow me and try not to be as useless as you seem.”

•

Namjoon had offered for him to sit in the front seat of his shiny, black, and ridiculously expensive car, but without saying a word, Jimin walked to the back door instead, pulling it open and slumping down before slamming it back closed. There was no way he was getting any closer to Namjoon than necessary, not after he had threatened Jimin and then insulted him on top of all that. He would rather sit in the back seat like a small child than be near the biggest asshole he had ever met.

Stepping into the vehicle, Jimin had been worried he would dirty it up; he had never been within a kilometer of anything so fancy-looking his entire life, after all. Perhaps Namjoon would get mad that he infected it with his “poor people energy”. But really, he didn’t give a shit. In fact, at this point he wished he had stepped in some mud so that he could get it all over the pristine floor mats in this damn thing. Because Namjoon, it turned out, still had many ideas on how to annoy and offend the shit out of him, and he wanted to express them. So he did. The entire time.

“You doing alright back there, Park? Are you scared? Need someone to comfort you before you go on your way?” Namjoon sneers, voice raising just like Jimin’s irritation level at the baby-talk.

Jimin doesn’t want to respond, he really doesn’t. He can’t keep gritting his teeth against his forcefully shut lips, not when Namjoon just keeps going, seeming uncontent with the way he’s not reacting.

“Where’d you get your cowardice from? Is that why your father and mother fell so easily?”

Jimin’s pretty sure he’ll injure himself if he clenches his jaw any tighter.

“Shame they didn’t last too long. I hope you’re more competent than they were, or you’re not going to survive either,”

Pushing Jimin’s buttons was Namjoon’s goal, he knew it, he knows by the way Namjoon smirks at him when they stop for a traffic light, he knows by the way Namjoon stares at the way he tensely taps his fingers against the seat.

“You don’t want to leave your Taehyung behind, do you? Leave him all alone while his best friend gets himself ki-”

“Can you shut the fuck up for once? Just because your only personality trait is being a dipshit doesn’t mean you have to take it out on me!” Jimin yells, leaning forward towards the front. He wasn’t exactly trying to hurt Namjoon’s ears, but he would be more than happy if that was the result.

Namjoon doesn’t answer, and he doesn’t look back, but Jimin can picture the man’s smile in his head. He’s given him what he wanted: his reaction, his anger, his energy wasted on this absolutely infuriating jerk.

“You were the one who decided I need to help with this entire thing. What benefit does it have to annoy me when I’ve already agreed and I’m doing what you wanted?”

“For one thing, it’s fun. Seeing that stupid look on your face when you get angry is the most enjoyment I’ve had in a long time. Secondly, if you’re going to actually be effective at this, you’re going to have to get used to it. If there’s one thing I’ve learned in my life, emotions aren’t always good,” Namjoon says, and for just a moment, Jimin catches his eyes in the mirror, and for the first time he sees something that’s not just narcissism or irritation. He looks almost saddened. Almost, because this was the most sincere thing he had ever seen the man say, and despite that Namjoon was still wearing a shit-eating grin, and not in a playful way.

But there was something there.

“If there’s one thing I’ve learned in my life, it’s that that mindset is stupid. You don’t always have to be some kind of heartless stone,” Jimin responds, but this time it’s Namjoon who chooses not to answer him.

A few seconds later, Jimin crosses his arms over his chest and looks out the window instead. In his opinion, the neon lights and impossibly tall structures of Seoul outside are an infinitely better view than the man in the front seat and his idiotically cocky expressions. His own frown reflects in the window, obscured by signs and people that seem to rush by even as the car moves at a slow pace. The tightly-packed traffic definitely wasn’t helping his mood at the moment.

To his relief, the car ride is mostly silent from then on, save for the constant sounds of the city surrounding them and Namjoon’s inevitable occasional remarks, which he ignores. He refuses to get back into such a pointless fight, not when Namjoon clearly can’t be reasoned with. For someone who said it was good to hide your emotions, he seemed intent on riling Jimin up as much as possible.

Hours have passed by the time they’re finally past the metropolis, into the suburbs and nearing what Namjoon says to be their destination. Or at least, that’s what it feels like to Jimin, who’s left with the window and his thoughts to occupy himself. He doubts he’s too far off, though; they’ve traveled a long distance, and they weren’t going fast by any metric.

Their destination, it turns out, is a house - no, a literal mansion - that seems just as mind-bogglingly fancy as the car Jimin’s found himself stuck in. Dark mahogany sculpts the towering walls, white-bordered windows showing the multitude of rooms and a large wooden door standing tall over decorated steps leading up to it. The style is older, but the place is clearly knew, everything clean and fresh as the neatly trimmed plants nearby.

Jimin hates it already.

“Being a terrible person served you well, didn’t it?” Jimin remarks dryly as he opens the door, stretching his legs as he exits the car.

“I’m not that bad, you know,” Namjoon responds, with a small smile, oddly enough.

“Yeah, right. I believe that,” Jimin hopes his sarcasm shows, because he doesn’t want Namjoon to even think that he’s anything better than a piece of shit in Jimin’s eyes, because he’s not. Not even close to getting “promoted” above that point, what with the way he’s been acting.

Leather shoes step up to the door, opening it with an admittedly satisfying click . It doesn’t even creak as it swings inwards smoothly, providing a view of the minimalistic but tastefully decorated interior. The entire thing screams luxury; Jimin’s almost a bit scared to walk in, but Namjoon turns around, gesturing for him to enter, so he does because what he fears more is the stupid amount of power Namjoon seems to hold. He doesn’t even doubt that Namjoon’s able to do what he threatens.

He’s led to two large and plush chairs facing each other by a fireplace, as if the set-up was specifically engineered for a situation like this. The chairs are velvety, too, he notes as he sits on one tentatively. He hates velvet.

Namjoon settles in comfortably, one leg draped over the other and his head resting on his chin as he looks at Jimin. What for, Jimin doesn’t know, and Namjoon doesn’t look like he’s about to tell him unprompted.

“Well, Namjoon, you dragged me all the way here after blackmailing me and not giving me time to tell anyone. Now that I’ve agreed to your deal, what the hell is this urgent murder case all about?”

“You’ve already heard the basics, I hope?”

Jimin nods quickly, suspecting that if he takes too long to respond Namjoon will just launch into another round of insults, and if that happened he wasn’t sure if he would be able to refrain himself from shoving the man and his irritatingly formal suit into the soot-covered fireplace.

“As I said, that drug overdose wasn’t an accident, and it also wasn’t planned by Mr. Soo. That is - or was, now - my boss. He’s dead, and he’s been murdered,”

“And how are you so sure it was a murder? Sometimes people just kill themselves without warning,” Jimin shrugs. And while he wasn’t entirely sure of what he was saying, he relished in Namjoon’s exasperated sigh of what he likely considered an unnecessary question.

“Because, Park, Mr. Soo was in the middle of a major deal at the time. He wouldn’t have killed himself before completing the transaction. He was a careful man, too. He wouldn’t have died of a simple mistake. It’s obvious there was foul play involved,”

“How come the police didn’t report on any of this, then? Wouldn’t this have been in the news, considering a murder is more major than an accidental death?”

“Do you really think the police really care about a criminal who they could never manage to stick concrete charges on? If anything, they’re probably happy he’s been taken care of, now that they don’t have to try and find some way to stick him in jail with the little evidence he leaves behind. There’s a reason it’s just me and you looking into this. Trust me, I wouldn’t have chosen to do anything with you if I had a choice either,”

“You’re on the side of the cops here? Thought you were a ‘hardened criminal’ type,”

Namjoon laughs, as if even the idea of him partnering with the police is absurd. Which it might just be, based on the impression Jimin’s gotten from him. “No, definitely not. I’m not willing to sell people out, and that’s the only use they’d want from me. I just know how they work.”

“Alright then. Listen, neither of us want to be here, and you’ve made it clear you don’t want to be near me any more than I want to be near you. So can you tell me what you actually need me here for so we can get it over with?”

“You’re here for two reasons. One, it’ll be a lot easier to do this if I’m not all on my own, and you don’t seem entirely incompetent. Two, if anyone would be able to make an emotional appeal to whoever the killer is, it’s you. They killed Mr. Soo as revenge for your parents, so it’s fair to assume they knew them, and wouldn’t want to take things out on you,” Namjoon gestures his hands around a bit while he explains, that cocky look again on his face, like he thinks he’s the reincarnation of Einstein for thinking about something before doing it.

“You use lists too much when talking,”

Namjoon’s expression falls, eyebrows flattening as he sighs. “Shut up.”

“That won’t help our little investigation very much, will it?”

“You’re right. If you talk more you’ll probably be able to annoy the guy into coming out of hiding so he can kill you too. It’s not like you’re helping at the moment anyways. Continue,” Namjoon deadpans.

“That’s because you haven’t given me anything to work with. You dragged me into this, don’t tell me you’re expecting me to pull a list of suspects out of my ass,”

“Since you’re so eager to help, here’s the biggest piece of evidence we have so far. The note that was left had no DNA on it, so if anything from the crime scene is going to help us, it’s this,” Pulled out of Namjoon’s coat pocket theatrically is a sealed plastic bag, the only thing inside seeming to be a small piece of metal. A single cufflink, actually. Jimin takes it carefully, peering at it with a frown.

He’s forced into an investigation and this is what he has to work with?

A small engraving in a neutral-toned red-brown decorates the accessory, looking like a logo of some sort. A logo…that Jimin realizes, his eyes widening as he brings the bag a bit closer to check if he’s seeing things correctly, he vaguely but definitely recognizes.

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mirahuyooo · 2 years

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The Shadow Like Me | mafia!bts headcannons

[BTS as Mafia]

— Turn the pain into power

In which, these are the men that made Bangtan Sonyeondan one of South Korea's most notorious organizations.

Word Count: 1,373 Content/s: dangerous boys with daddy issues & trauma, guns, blood, mafia things (duh), found family but it's v dark & bloody for everyone else lol, Mafia AU

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A/N: AnoTHER short and simple post lmao 😭😭😭 i may have gone a bit extra by giving them a bit of background story but aNYWAYS I'm so sorry y'all AAAAAA i don't have much to say for myself, just enjoy reading! hope y'all like it! (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞*:･ﾟ✧

KIM SEOKJIN

was an aspiring doctor in a family of lawyers—a model son really—but ironically got involved into unlawful things

no longer involved with medical operations—because why would he when he has power and money now?—but he still has the basic know-hows down so, if need be, he takes care of it

hates getting blood and filth on his suit—always keeps an extra pair of suit in his car because of it

not the most adept at close distance combat and would prefer to use violence as a last resort, but he is skilled with guns

with his knowledge of medicine and anatomy, he can also easily make a death look natural or an accident

settles negotiations with Hoseok & Yoongi and owns a restaurant on neutral grounds that most gangs come to for their respective meetings

likewise with Hoseok's cheerful façade, his softer features and amicable aura often have others letting their guards down, which is a mistake, obviously—one does not survive this long in hell with just a handsome face and friendly smile, after all

MIN YOONGI

grew up loved and raised by his grandmother—what a shame he ended up like his father—a criminal

known most especially for his icy cold glare—no one can ever keep eye contact for too long, unless you're an ignorant idiot who doesn't know what their getting themselves into (don't worry he won't act unless provoked)

keeps to himself—cooking or sleeping mostly—and quite enjoys the peace and silence his reputation gives him

is skilled with technology and words, is highly observant, and is very efficient in getting information about anything and everything from anyone—meets with Namjoon the most, because of this, too

a collection of swords hang on the walls of his office—and they're not just for decoration purposes

once he loses interest in a discussion or sees it not worth his or Bangtan's time, he will easily just stand and leave without saying anything—nothing fazes or scares him, and he simply does not give a fuck

when he enters a room, it noticeably gets quieter—people either intimidated by his presence, in awe of his feline-like allure, or cautious of what information Yoongi might get on them

JUNG HOSEOK

born an illegitimate son to a gang lord, taken away from his mother, and raised to study the business he was set to inherit

spoiler alert: he kills his father and joins his father's gang with Bangtan Sonyeondan instead

very respected, and might as well be considered to be the second head of Bangtan Sonyeondan—even Namjoon agrees to this

he runs a business of mercenaries and has his own circle of specialized people that he tasks for those assassinations and missions

master at dealings—weapons, territories, money, drugs, etc.—he knows how to get what he wants one way or another

likes things clean and orderly with anything and everything—he doesn't leave loose ends, crime scenes will never have a trace of him, his house is spotless

he has this charismatic pull to him and while he gets cast as a carefree, and harmless man at first glance, he's very meticulous and manipulative—do not be fooled by his smile

KIM NAMJOON

another one born into the underworld, favored over his older brother who seems to only think with his gun rather than his head—thus, a bloody civil war within the organization broke out over who should inherit the title. Obviously, Namjoon won.

he spent years accumulating power and influence, and his determination and skillset is what makes the boys respect him a lot as their leader

clumsy with almost everything, but isn't entirely hopeless, he can defend himself—those muscles aren't just for show you know

has an extensive collection of books in his office—knowledge is one the main sources of his power—and a certain book, when pulled, leads to a secret safe room housing personal memorabilia and a safe full of cash (among other things)

always has the final say on major transactions and demands reports from individual members by the end of their respective missions and tasks

his tall and large build immediately draw people's eyes towards him as soon as he enters a room, demanding careful attention

it is then that the dimples that appear on his rehearsed smile dismantle everyone for a moment and almost make them forget that this very man right here leads the organization that trampled over their businesses in just years of taking his father's title

PARK JIMIN

would have lived a perfectly perfect normal life—if a family tragedy hadn't led him down a path of blood and death

came to Namjoon with crucial information on a rival gang, all in the name of revenge, and after that, he decided to stay and swear loyalty with Bangtan

works with Yoongi on getting information, and is more on the active side of the field, because where Yoongi would often hack into systems or sit in silence, Jimin dabbles in throwing himself into the fray and get thE information out himself

he's not afraid to get creative with his means and methods, as long as he gets what he needs or wants

it takes a lot to anger him, but when he does, he's set on getting even with that person—except "even" means something much worse

own a chain of clubs around Seoul and frequents them because he loves drinking and dancing—aside from the occasional snooping he gets done out of his nights from unassuming people

his angelic voice and piercing eyes can easily lure someone in a false sense of security—it doesn't help that he knows he's attractive and knows how to use it to his advantage

KIM TAEHYUNG

Born into a world of blood and crime too, but someone of a lesser standing than Namjoon and Hoseok's family, so his father is quite desperate to make something of himself and beat his children for it—killing him remains to be the most satisfying moment in Taehyung's life

he often keeps to himself, so a lot of their own men often mistake him for a rookie—though, it doesn't take them long to realize the one they've been looking down on is the silent killer that successfully pulled three assassinations, blew up a rival's warehouse, and stole a governor's prized diamond in a week

dabbles in both negotiations and missions, because he has that intimidating factor, but also has the ability to execute missions or anyone

easily has one of the most expensive tastes in the group—probably because he never had the luxury of getting anything he wants as a child cOUGH COUGH—cars, clothes, art pieces, anything he wants.

has quite a high pain tolerance, it takes a while to get him down—the longer you try to, the more you're simply digging a grave for himself

also takes a lot to truly anger him, but once he bursts, it's absolutely terrifying—his eyes turn cold and merciless, no one will ever be able to identify the body

his otherworldly beauty and deep voice sends shivers down people's spines, but everyone knows that it's a thin line between a blessing and a curse to be in Kim Taehyung's presence

JEON JUNGKOOK

was an orphan taken in by Namjoon at a fairly young age, so he's technically been the oldest member

has a lot of respect for his hyungs and will not tolerate any bullshit against them, but at the same time, he's the reckless little shit that gives Namjoon and Seokjin a headache

another active member on the field—absolutely cannot stand staying in one place for too long and gets bored easily so he goes asking for assignments and tasks to do

any information Yoongi can't get, he can beat the shit out someone of, putting his muscles and disturbingly vast knowledge of torture to good use

loves driving around—a majority of the vehicles in the headquarters are his—and often goes on late night drives around the city

has a little knack for art and projects that through the tattoos inked on his skin—every single one is very dear to him

he walks around with a certain stride of pride in him, his eyes glinting menacingly as if asking for a fight, but anyone foolish enough to get into such a fight with him is set for an unfair match—it'll be like bringing a knife to a gunfight.

𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 : @mwitsmejk @dreamamubarak (i forgot to do the taglist again I’m so sorry 😭💕)

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jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue · 3 years

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Resolution - BTS CEO DRABBLE PT 3

So I started this tumblr thinking I would post nothing and now I’ve posted three things in the last 24 hours, what was meant to be a one shot now has three parts lol. I didn’t think the second part was good enough so I’m hoping this part is x

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The doorbell rings an hour too early, but no one stands at the door when you open it... weird. Until you glance down to see the white box wrapped in purple ribbon. Taking it into your apartment you unwrap the bow and open the box, gasping at the beautiful black dress inside with a little note attached “wear me tonight?”

The butterflies in your stomach caused you to giggle, you try to settle your nerves as you get ready for your first date with the seven men that ruled your heart.

You’re finished getting ready far too early and now you pace the apartment in anticipation, what if it all goes wrong? What if they decide this was all a mistake? What would you do then, to dangle this hope in front of you and take it away would crush you.

Your nerves get the better of you, and the little butterflies turn into stinging bees, causing you to clutch your stomach in pain. Maybe you should call it off before you ruin it all.

In your negative headspace you don’t hear the light knocks on the door, 15 minutes too early to be the boys, but your ears catch the soft murmur of Tae’s voice on the other side of the door.

“Flower?” He calls for you. You hear more voices in the background, as Jimin and Jungkook start to speak.

“Maybe she’s still getting ready?” Jungkook mumbled, his own nerves getting to him as he nibbles on his bottom lip in habit.

“Angel?” Jimin says louder than the other two, knocking on the door loudly, but you’re frozen in place. You want to do this, the universe knows you do but the doubt that clouds over you is suffocating you as you breathe. Why would they possibly want this?

“Angel, Jungkook’s going to knock down the door if you don’t open up!” Jimin calls in loudly, voice clear as bells ringing through your apartment, and you wince hoping your neighbours are out.

“You’re worrying us pretty flower,” Tae chimes in after him.

Would it be the worst thing if they broke down the door? You could always bill them for it and hide underneath the bed...

“Bunny?” It’s Jungkook’s voice that makes you move, you always had a soft spot for the maknae, he was younger than you and you felt very protective over him. “Noona, are you there?” He only ever called you formally when he felt vulnerable or insecure and your heart breaks a little for being the cause of it.

You open the door with downcast eyes, the excitement gone as the cloud that looms over you swallows you whole.

The boys share a look, Jungkook stepping forward to bring your face into his soft hands. You look up at his doe eyes, swimming with stars inside, and he offers you a reassuring smile. Jimin wolf whistles next to him and you cover your burning cheeks with your own palms.

“Hyung!” Jungkook tells him off for teasing you.

“Couldn’t help it,” Jimin laughs before taking your hands and tearing them away from your face. “What’s got my sinful angel looking so sad?”

He bends down until his eyes are level with yours, and you look away hesitantly, hoping he doesn’t see through you.

“You look beautiful flower,” Taehyung smiles as he brings out the bouquet he hid behind him.

“Thank you,” you say quietly, feeling awkward at the compliment. Jimin tuts in front of you.

“I asked you a question Y/n, what’s wrong?”

It’s your turn to nibble your lips self consciously, before Tae presses his thumb against them to stop you. You try not to look at him, you know how well he can read you, and you’re not proven wrong when he hums in thought.

“I think my good girl is having some bad thoughts,” he says in his signature timbre. Eyes narrowing as you shuffle uncomfortably.

“Naughty thoughts?” Jimin smirks teasingly.

“Hyung,” Jungkook sighs at his older friend’s antics, but even Tae laughs a little, boxy grin on show.

“Let’s talk business Y/n,” Jimin continues, as you frown at him in confusion. What did he mean by that? “We are business men after all,” he says as if it’s the most obvious fact on earth.

“We know how to strike a deal that benefits both parties, so let’s make a deal.” His hands are still clutching yours as he steps closer to you, not letting you step back from his new intimidating stare.

“Come to dinner with an open heart, and let us show you how much we want you,” he whispers against your lips and you stop breathing. “We’ve been waiting for this for a very long time angel, and my patience is running out.”

You’re forced to swallow nothing as his eyes penetrate through yours, trying to lean back to get some room to breathe, but that’s not what Jimin wants. He wants you to drown in them until you give in.

You nod meekly, as Tae smirks beside you both.

“Good girl.”

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The car ride did nothing to calm your nerves, you leg bounced so much that Tae put a big palm over it to steady you but it had the complete opposite effect as you felt the heat from his hand travel through your skin.

When you arrived, Jimin opened the door like a gentleman before grabbing a hand and pulling you out a little impatiently, a cheeky apology leaving his lips as he didn’t let you break eye contact with him. He literally would not let you live tonight it seemed.

You’d visited the mansion before, for official business of course, but tonight it looked a little more intimidating than usual. You felt a palm on your back as Jungkook walked beside you, smiling softly at you, crinkling his nose in excitement. That eased you a little and you reflected his smile back at him.

Namjoon and Hobi stood at the enterance waiting to greet you, you offer them a small smile and they grin in return.

“Wow sunshine,” Hobi looks you up and down, the dress hugged you in all the right places and he reminded himself to thank Tae later for picking it out.

He takes you from Jungkook with an arm around your waist, and leaves a small peck on your lips unexpectedly. Your heart rate skyrockets to the moon, you feel his warmth breath as he sighs, rubbing his nose softly against yours, eyes closed in content.

“Sorry sunshine, couldn’t resist,” he chuckles softy. Namjoon clearing his throat breaks you out of the spell Hobi cast you under and you step away a little embarrassed, you can hear Jimin coo and you hope your ears haven’t turned red.

Ever the gentleman, Namjoon takes your hand in his before bowing down to kiss it. He turns it over so your palm faces the sky before pacing another kiss on your wrist. He hums as if contemplating a difficult equation, before pulling you closer and kissing your arm before the juncture of your elbow. When he looks up at you, you feel your breath hitch in your throat. You definitely weren’t going to survive tonight going by the predatory look in your gentle boss’ eyes. He moves closer still, before placing his lips on the exposed skin of your collar bone, lingering there longer than he had before, humming contently. The next kiss is on your throat and you find the hand he’s not holding grab onto him to ground your self. You can feel the smirk against your skin, and it makes you shudder in anticipation through the warmth that envelops you.

He still hasn’t kissed your lips yet, you think. So when he pulls away slightly you act before you realise what you’ve done. It’s Namjoon’s turn to freeze as your lips move against his, the pillows of your lips so soft he thought he was imagining it, until you pull away with a soft moan and he nearly growls.

“When you’re done, there’s dinner on the table getting cold,” Yoongi scoffs from the door. You’re pretty sure you could contest hell for how hot your cheeks are burning, and the cool night air does nothing to cool them, not with Yoongi looking at you with his feline eyes.

“Is kitten done playing with her new toys?” He teases and you choke on air, causing Jimin to laugh into the air and Jungkook to rub your back soothingly. Yoongi’s gummy grin shows itself at your reaction, he could hardly talk with the way he always played with you.

“Ya Yoongi, if you kill my beautiful girl before she even tastes my food I won’t be happy,” Jin yells from inside.

Yoongi rolls his eyes but holds out his hand for you, an unfamiliar softness in his eyes, one that was always there when he looked at you, but made sure you never saw until now. You couldn’t help the smile as you walked up to him, never annoyed for too long, not when he made this warmth spread across your chest. When you take his hand he looks at you like every star is held inside your eyes, soft smile gracing his features. He was never a fan of stargazing until now, he hated any form of eye contact but with you he could hold your gaze forever.

He places a kiss on your cheek first, looking at you to make sure you were okay. He might tease you until you felt your soul burn but he always made sure you were okay. He tucks in a loose stand of hair the wind decided to blow out of place, before looking at your lips, leaning in to rid the space between you both. You felt a fire ignite as his lips met yours, Yoongi was a closed book most of the time but he always silently told you what he was thinking. You could feel everything he wanted to say in the way his mouth moved slowly against yours, and it took your breath away.

“Yoongi stop hogging her!” Jin came through the door, wiping his hands on a kitchen towel, no real anger behind his words. Yoongi groans as he pulls away, looking at you with a peaceful smile.

Softly he pushes you towards Jin, who wraps his arms around you expectedly.

“Hi princess,” he said unexpectedly, making you giggle. That one was new, and he loved the reaction it got out of you, biting swollen lips to stop yourself grinning.

“Hi handsome,” you blush as you try to flirt back, if they made you feel all fuzzy inside you could try to do it back right? You hear laughter behind you as Jin’s ears burn bright red and he stutters a little. You take the chance to kiss his perfect pillow lips and he swears he can feel steam leave his ears with how hot he’s feeling. Maybe he should call you dangerous girl instead.

“Dinners ready,” he says in a small voice, letting you go in a daze and walking through the house. It’s your turn to chuckle now.

“Told you she was having naughty thoughts,” you hear Jimin say to Tae, rolling your eyes at him as they walk past. As you move to follow them a hand on yours holds you back.

You look at Jungkook with confusion, his eyes are on the ground as he shuffles from foot to foot, waiting for his Hyungs to move into the next room.

He clears his throat before pouting, “Noona you’re really mean,” he whispers, and your heart beats with worry.

“Kookie?” You question, running a thumb across his cheek, as your palm held his face to look at yours. His cute pout contrasts the darkness in his narrowing eyes.

“I didn’t get a kiss Bunny,” he grumbles. You have to bite the inside of your cheeks to stop grinning at his behaviour but he can see what you’re trying to do, pout turning stern as his arms wrap around you, lifting you into the air.

“Kookie,” you squeal in surprise, but it’s his turn to grin. “Jungkook put me down!”

He shakes his head, “need a kiss first Noona.”

You sigh in faux annoyance, this demanding boy really was something else. You take his face in your palms, leaning down to kiss him. He drinks you in fervently, feeling your heat against his mouth. Your last doubts dissipate as the maknae grips your skin tighter, fighting with himself to pull away. He looks at you with hunger in his eyes, but as you smile at him, eyes full of love, he decides to smile back. He could wait a little longer to devour you, his eyebrows wiggle at the thought, making you giggle again, the sound music to his ears, calming his own heart down.

He starts walking towards where the others are waiting, still holding you in his grasp as if you weighed nothing.

“Kookie, I can walk,” you don’t know why you’re a giggling mess but it definitely has something to do with the man holding you. He hums dissaprovingly against your skin, nipping at your collar bone causing you to gasp. He was starving for you, a little taste wouldn’t hurt.

“Why do you need to walk Bunny?” He murmured against you, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, enjoying how warm your skin was getting at his actions.

You both enter the dining room, where six other men lovingly await. Their eyes and smiles on you, and you wondered why you ever doubted anything in the first place.

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blu-joons · 3 years

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Broken Heels ~ Kim Namjoon

The distance continued to grow between the two of you as you walked home from the event that you had attended that evening. With every step that you took, Namjoon could tell that you were struggling more and more with the heels that had tormented you all night long.

“I’m fine,” you tried to assure him as he looked questionably across at you. You were stubborn and convinced that you could get home in your shoes without letting the pain that you were feeling get in the way of you walking.

However, Namjoon could see right through you, as he had done all evening. Every time he turned to look at you, he watched you stumble to the side or reach out for something to balance you preventing yourself from toppling to the ground in a heap.

“We don’t have to walk home if you’re hurting,” he tried to remind you, stopping so that you could catch up with him, “those heels are killing you on the inside.”

“The heels are perfectly fine otherwise I wouldn’t have worn them this evening,” you protested.

You picked up your pace to try and catch up with Namjoon, however as you did, you felt yourself shake to the left once again. Namjoon stepped forward and grabbed onto you, watching as you tried to steady your feet, only for your ankle to roll to the side again.

Straight away you knew that you were in trouble as you looked down to see the heel had fallen off the sole of your shoe, a crack that had threatened to break all night long.

“This is all I needed to finish my night off,” you vented, glancing helplessly across at Namjoon as at last the inevitable seemed to happen for you, having been threatening for some time.

His head shook as he knelt down, unfastening the strap of both of your heels, “we might as well bin these, they’re no good to you now to get you home.”

“How else am I supposed to get home then?”

“We’ll find a way,” he assured you, “I don’t even know why you wore these things tonight anyway.”

“There’s a standard,” you spoke, bringing Namjoon’s eyes up to look at you as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “There’s always an expectation on me to dress a certain way when I’m with you, I’ve got to look the part, haven’t I?”

Namjoon’s head shook as he carefully slipped your feet out of your heels, placing them gently down onto the cold concrete of the pavement being wary not to cause too much pain for you.

His heart sunk as he realised what you meant, struggling to believe that you felt such a way. Namjoon knew that you felt the pressure dating him, but he never imagined that you would put yourself through so much just to play the part that you felt you needed to fulfil.

“I can’t believe you’d wear heels for the sake of other people,” he whispered, “you should wear what you’re comfortable in, that’s all that I ever want for you Y/N.”

“I don’t need people talking about me,” you admitted as Namjoon stood back up properly by your side, “it’s better to just do the right thing, even if it does kill my feet all night long.”

His head shook as he stepped forwards, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “people don’t talk about you, anyone who wants to talk about you won’t get very far when I’m around.”

Your head nodded as Namjoon searched for your eyes, using the reflection of the streetlights to study your expression closely. “I don’t want to make myself vulnerable Namjoon, I don’t want to give them a reason to get to me.”

“No one will, I’ll make you feel safe, always, and keep you safe too.”

The pain in your voice killed Namjoon on the inside, he had no idea how long you’d felt such a way without telling him. He couldn’t begin to imagine how scared you were for every single event that you went to with him, terrified that you wouldn’t fit the bill.

“I don’t want you to suffer, I want you to feel protected by my side. You should have told me what was going on, you shouldn’t have struggled all night long by yourself Y/N.”

“It’s not just been tonight Namjoon.”

“I know,” he sympathised, “and I hate that it’s been going on for so long. You’ve been falling all over the place and all because you’re scared. What did you think would happen if you opened up to me, did you think I’d make you wear your heels?”

Your head shook back at him, “I just didn’t want you to feel let down, every woman at that event wore heels, it’s like I would have been the odd one out.”

“You would have been comfortable, and that’s the main thing,” he smiled.

Namjoon kept you in position before standing himself in front of you, bending down. You watched on in confusion as he tapped against his back, encouraging you to leap on so that he could carry you safely the rest of the way home.

A laugh came from you as soon as you realised what was going on, “are you really sure you can carry me on your back Namjoon.”

“Of course,” he assured, catching your legs as soon as you jumped on, shaking you gently so that you were positioned comfortably against his back. “It’s the least I can do for you.”

“You don’t need to do anything for me, I really am alright, my ankles already feel better.”

Namjoon knew you meant well, but his head shook, “you’ve suffered in silence because of me, I failed to see what was going on, and I failed to take care of you too.”

Whenever it came to you, Namjoon always blamed himself, even if it wasn’t always his fault entirely. There was no way that he could blame you for wearing your heels and hurting all night long, he just wished now that he could ease the pressure that was in the back of your mind.

“I love you,” he suddenly whispered as he began walking along the path, “and from now on, I want you to promise me that comfort will always be the thing you worry about the most when putting together an outfit.”

“I promise,” you grinned, stretching around his shoulder so that you could press a kiss against his cheek, “and I love you too by the way.”

A gentle blush crept onto Namjoon’s face as he bounced along the pavement with a spring in his step. It had been a long time since the two of you had messed around, carrying yourselves as if you were kids once again.

“Do you reckon you’ll still love me once you’ve carried me all the way home?” You teased, “your back will be in pieces tomorrow morning.”

“I’ll be fine,” Namjoon confidently replied, “and if I’m not, I can join you in the land of injuries, your ankles are going to take a few days to get better after tonight.”

Reluctantly, your head nodded in agreement with him, “I don’t regret wearing the heels, it felt like the right thing to do, at the time at least.”

“I just hope you’ve realised that you don’t need heels for me,” Namjoon smiled, “especially broken ones.”

“Definitely, it’s flats all the way for me from now on.”

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bluewhale52 · 3 years

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Can You Hear It?

Summary: Things are a little weird in the Min household after Soojin’s visit to the temple

Pairing: Yoongi x OC

Genre: idol!au, established relationship, fluff

Rating: PG with a bit of swear words in the end

WC: 2.1k

Warning: talk about the paranormal/ supernatural stuff, OC is very pregnant and has a lot of aversion to foods, OC goes into labour A/N: this is my contribution to @thebtswritersclub October’s project, with the prompt ‘spooky’ 👻 (I hope it’s spooky enough, I try not to be too in your face with the paranormal stuff- eek!) Also, this was written in one sitting, completely unedited and unbetaed, apologies for any errors!

~Part of the Domestic Yoongi Series~

2:40am

You wake up with an ache on your back. Sighing, you reposition yourself in the bed, struggling to find a comfortable position. It does not help at all that your dreams have become even more vivid and stranger- why would you dream of doing a bank heist with Taehyung of all people- now that you’re in the last stage of your pregnancy.

“Oof, calm down in there, buddy,” you rub your large belly, trying to soothe the active baby inside. “I know there isn’t much space left, but can you please sleep when I sleep, hmm?”

After a few more kicks and elbows, things settle down a little. You glance to your right, and your husband is still sleeping undisturbed, his cheeks a little puffy and his snores sounding like little cat purrs. You smile at the sight.

Then you hear it. A humming of some sort, and you remain still to hear it better. Is it coming from the humidifier? No, it doesn’t sound like it comes from a machine, it sounds a little more… melodic? It is so faint though, and after a few seconds you wonder if you are imagining it.

Another kick breaks you out of your thoughts.

“Okay, okay, I’m going back to sleep,” you mumble while patting your belly. “Let’s have kimchi jigae for breakfast tomorrow, hmm? You’d like that?”

The quiet that follows tells you your son absolutely loves the idea.

6:30pm

You are absolutely convinced men are a pain in the ass even before they are born.

You breezed through your first pregnancy. Morning sickness still lasted a whole trimester, but once it passed, your life was back to normal. Well, as normal as it could be with a human growing in you. But it was easy. You ate as usual, you worked as usual, you exercised as usual. This time however, you are tired all the time. You are gassy all the time. You have heartburn after every bite of food you consume. And speaking of food, the list of what makes you sick keeps growing by the week. Yup, men. They do give you a hard time right from conception.

“No, I can’t eat white colored food.”

Jimin blinks at you as he takes the plate of mandu away. You’re pretty sure you hear Taehyung whisper “more for us then” at the other end of the table.

“Fried chicken?” Namjoon offers.

You sniff. “I can smell the frying oil, it’s going to make me sick.” And so off the chicken goes, away from you.

“You can’t even smell the oil in this,” Jungkook brings the plate of fried chicken to his nose, before opening another container. “Bulgogi?”

“No,” you shuffle in your seat, your lower back is killing you, “too sweet.”

“What on earth do you eat?” Jin shrieks. “Come on guys, what other foods did we get? Okay, how about this, I know for sure you had this before. Jjampong?”

“I had that yesterday.” You scrunch your face, but before Jin can whine, you point at a container near where Taehyung is sitting. “What’s in that one?”

Taehyung hesitates. “Uh, burger and fries?”

“It’s well done, right? I’ll have that.” You gesture for the box to be passed to you. Taehyung looks around with a despondent look on his face, but he gives it to you in the end.

“That’s even greasier than the fried chicken, Noona.” Jungkook pipes in.

“So?” You take the first bite of the burger and immediately know you will regret it. The heartburn is going to be a hellish one. But, who cares. It’s the only food from the parade of foods that does not make you sick at first sight.

“Let her eat whatever she wants,” your husband finally sits down next to you, his hand automatically on your lower back, massaging it. “She’ll be stuck with confinement food soon, so let her enjoy this as much as she can.”

You smile triumphantly at the men around your dining table. Men are a pain in the ass, but definitely not your Min Yoongi.

“So, funny story,” you say after swallowing a mouthful of fries, “our mothers took Soojin to the temple yesterday. You know, to pray for smooth delivery and all that since I’m pretty much due to pop anytime now. And guess what? A monk there told them that she has guardians.”

“Oh really? Like angels?” Taehyung asks.

“Yeah, something like that. He said he could see two figures with her. One is dressed like a warrior and the other a scholar.” You giggle, finding the whole thing amusing. “And, she’s gotten to calling them Warrior Kim and Scholar Park.”

Jimin beams and sits up straighter. “Well, we know where Scholar Park is from. The question is, who inspired Warrior Kim?”

“Definitely me. She watched that Dalbang episode, the BTS Village in Joseon era. So yes, Warrior Kim is me.” Taehyung declares proudly before giving Jimin a high five.

“Wait, what makes you think Soojin named her guardians herself? It could be that those are their real names.” Namjoon interrupts.

“What, like they talked to her and introduced themselves to her?” Hoseok asks nervously.

You shrug. “She’s drawn them, like they’re her new imaginary friends. And yes Tae, she definitely took inspiration from that Dalbang episode. She drew Warrior Kim wearing blue clothes, just like the one you wore.”

“Can they really talk to her though?” Yoongi ponders.

“It’s pretty cool to have a warrior AND a scholar as your guardians.” Jungkook nods his head, seemingly in deep contemplation while he devours the fried chicken.

Now that all seven men have something to say about your daughter’s new supernatural friends, you drown out the conversation around you. You place the box of fries on your belly- your makeshift table- and lean back in your chair to watch your husband and his brothers, bickering, laughing, and teasing each other. It is nice. You feel very content.

Then you hear it again, the humming. It’s a little louder this time, and you know for sure that this is not your imagination. You struggle to sit up in your chair, and your movement must have alerted Yoongi.

“Babe, what is it?”

“Do you hear that?”

The table falls silent immediately.

“The humming? Do you hear it?”

Everyone seems to hold their breath for a few seconds. You look around. The humming is so clear in your ears and yet no one else seems to be able to hear it.

“Humming? I don’t hear anything.” Yoongi finally says.

“Really?” You turn to your husband, then to the other men on the table. “You don’t hear anything at all?”

They shake their heads.

“Maybe it’s the fridge?” Jin tilts his head.

“No, no, definitely not the fridge. It’s not mechanical. It’s melodic, like someone humming a song.”

Everyone turns to Hoseok immediately. “Were you humming something?” Namjoon asks. Hoseok shakes his head.

“He was making those boing-boing noises, but definitely not humming.” Jimin asserts.

“Am I the only one who hears it? I’ve been hearing it since yesterday, almost non-stop. Yoongs, you don’t hear it at all?”

“What does it sound like? Can you hum it to us?” Yoongi’s hand is on your back again, caressing it. You wonder if you look as flustered as you feel.

You try your best to replicate the melody, and you pout as the men shake their heads again. “Seriously, you guys don’t hear anything?”

More headshaking. This is starting to get you. The humming is not really annoying, but it is driving you up the walls that you are the only one in the whole apartment that hears it. Is it maybe your pregnancy brain that is making you hear things? You move around in your seat some more. Not only are you hearing imaginary sounds, the pain in your back just does not get any better.

“You okay?” You feel Yoongi shuffling closer to you.

“Yeah, just my back. It’s this dull ache that just won’t go away.” You wave a dismissive hand.

The conversation on the table resumes, although a little more restraint now, the men still confused by what you said as well as by the look on your face, until Soojin comes back home after a day out with her grandmother. The mood is immediately lifted, the five year old basking in the attention her uncles give her. The pain on your lower back gets better.

“Eomma!” Soojin lurches forward to hug you, while Yoongi walks her grandmother out.

“Hi baby,” you tuck her hair behind her ears. “Did you have fun?”

“Yes! And you won’t believe what Scholar Park told me!”

You glance over her head towards Jimin. He looks as shocked as you are.

“What did he say?”

“He said I will meet the baby tomorrow! I’m so excited!”

Your eyes widen and you force the smile to remain on your face. “Wow, is that so? Tomorrow?”

The girl nods happily, then demands to know which of her uncles has finished dinner so that she can show him the drawings of her new friends in her room. Taehyung volunteers, and as he follows your daughter to her room, he squeezes your shoulder.

“Jimin, what did you say to Soojin?” Hoseok whispers sharply.

“I swear, I did not say anything like that to her! I just greeted her and you know, teased her that she’s going to be a big sister soon, but no way I predicted when Noona was going to give birth!”

“You think Scholar Park- as in Scholar Park her supernatural friend- told her?” Jungkook turns to you, eyes wide as saucers.

You laugh helplessly as you rub your back. The dull ache has returned.

9:00pm

You sit on the edge of the bed as Yoongi positions himself behind you. Armed with massage oil, he is determined to help you sleep better tonight.

“Yoongs, listen, the humming again.”

His hands freeze behind you. “Babe, I still don’t hear anything.”

You groan in frustration and then in bliss from what your husband is doing to your back. “Right there, that’s the spot.”

“Maybe it’s just your body telling you to get ready for birth, babe,” he offers.

“I hope so,” you sigh, “or I’m going crazy.”

“Well, hum it to me again. Maybe I can make it into a song.”

You chuckle; somehow you knew he was going to say that. So you do as he asked, humming the melody as you hear it, repeating it to him as best as you can, and he starts to hum along with you.

“It sounds like a lullaby.” He comments.

“Yeah, it’s quite nice, isn’t it?”

“It is a lullaby.”

You both turn towards your bedroom door suddenly, finding your daughter in her nightdress clutching the purple whale stuffed toy.

“Warrior Kim said it’s a song his mom used to sing to him when he was my age.”

You hear Yoongi whisper “shit” behind you.

“Soojin-ah, why don’t you sit here with us,” you pat the space on the bed next to you, “and tell us more about Warrior Kim and Scholar Park?”

6:40am

You grip the seat belt tighter as another contraction takes over your body.

“Fuck, Yoongi, no more kids after this I swear. AAAAH- ”

Your husband pats your thigh. “Almost there, babe, I’m driving as fast as I can. Legally.”

“- FUCKING SHIT!”

“Just five more blocks, Noona,” Jungkook reaches for your shoulders from the backseat. “Just breathe.”

“I AM FUCKING BREATHING!”

“Doctor said he’s waiting at the VIP entrance. Whole team is there for your arrival.” Jin informs you. “And… Taehyung is reporting that Soojin is back asleep and that there is no sign of ghosts, Jimin is with your moms and he will take them to the hospital later, and Joon is staying in the dorm with Hobi because he doesn’t want to be left alone right now.”

“Thanks for the update, hyung.” Yoongi says dryly.

You pant heavily. You can see the hospital building coming into view, just as dawn starts breaking. “Epidural. Tell them I want it.”

“Okay, okay, I’m texting the doctor now.” Jin responds from the back.

“Wow, Scholar Park got it right,” Jungkook continues to massage your shoulders. “We’re meeting baby Min right as he predicted.”

You tense again as you feel another bout of contraction coming. “Yeah, no shit.” You hiss. Despite the pain that is incapacitating you, you make a mental note to have a talk with the monk at the temple. Once this whole giving birth thing is done.

The humming is back, and you want to cry. You don’t need this right now. But you feel a hand on your thigh, and when your contraction has passed, you find your husband, looking at you, half-singing the lullaby from a bygone era.

It is not so bad when it comes from him. Not so bad at all.

Published 22102021, crossposted to my ao3.

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winter soldier | jjk

genre; winter soldier/avengers au, angst/smut/fluff

pairing; winter soldier!jungkook x avenger!female reader

summary; the love of your life died during ww2, they honored his death. you had never imagined you’d ever see him again until you’d join him in death, but here he is and he’s trying to kill you. he’s not himself at all. you, however, insist that the man you used to know is still in there somewhere.

word count; 6,764

warnings; descriptions of war/battle/fight scenes, descriptions of scars, the rest of the avengers joins the party, reader is like Cap A but not like Cap A, you know??, jungkook looking hella hot with his long hair and steel arm, inspiration from ‘captain america: winter soldier’, swearing, SMUT; explicit sexual activities, oral (f. receiving), love making at its highest- nothing kinky, just plain ol’ sex

a/n; okay so um, i’m binge-watching the avengers movies atm and i was watching Captain America: Winter Soldier. i kid you not, throughout the entire movie i was imagining what jungkook would look like as the winter soldier- jungkook combined with superheroes is like the perfect story, amirite?? ;)) enjoy!

ps. once again, i didn’t proof read so ignore my possible mistakes lol

(for reference, this is what jungkook’s hair looks like in this fic)

War.

Terrorizing. Horrifying. Absolutely petrifying.

There are several words to use when talking about it, describing it, reliving it. Once you’ve experienced it, it will haunt you till the day you die and even beyond that. There isn’t much positive to take from it, not many positive memories come to you as you think back to the time during war. Only one positive memory returns to you from those dark times...

Him.

Him who did not fit in with the military services due to his lack of strength and speed. Him who never let anyone step upon him and evolved with the job. Him who never backed down from a challenge or an order given from the highest ranks. Him who had braveness unlike anyone, loyalty like no other, a will to fight for what’s worth it and to win. Him who made you fall for him without meaning to. Him who promised he would always come back to you, no matter what happened.

And then one day he didn’t. They had told you he went down in the fight, died for his country, for his team. He hadn’t hesitated to sacrifice himself, thrown himself towards the threat in the hopes of ending it for everyone once and for all. That he did. He killed himself in the process of saving everyone else.

A hero is what they had called him. Honored his name, saluting as they all stood facing his military photograph, serious faces and emotionless eyes all over. Tears had filled your eyes that day, but they didn't fall. You refused to let them. There was no way you would cry because of a liar. A coward, really. Anger kept you going, anger aimed at him. A rage so intense that you would convince yourself that you hated him. Some people would call you selfish, selfish for hating a man who sacrificed himself for everyone else. They were right. You were selfish. But love makes you selfish, and you loved him. So ridiculously much.

Years later, decades into the new century he remains as a positive yet heartbreaking and frustrating memory in your mind and heart. You haven’t aged a day thanks to the advanced technology and the project you offered to be the experiment of, in the end of the war. After his death and the war seeming more out of control than ever, you thought there wasn’t much more to live for, so you volunteered. A successful masterpiece, professor Kim had said as you regained consciousness on the lab table. You were his greatest, most succeeded experiment. You still are, except for the fact that Kim Namjoon is no longer walking among people on earth.

Now you’re living as the successful masterpiece he has created. Stronger, faster – young too even though your real age is something near 98. It doesn’t show. You look like any other 23-year-old but with extraordinary strength and speed. Being a part of a team as the Avengers truly has given you a meaning of life, a purpose that you didn’t feel you had before joining this outstanding team of superheroes as some would call you.

But as you stand here, in the middle of a battlefield that is scarily similar to those back in the 1940’s, you feel small. Gunshots fire around you, flying past your head and ringing in your ears. Explosions going off from the shots fired by Stark, Iron Man as he’s known as. The grounds breaking from the power of Thor’s hammer, the bad guys falling like flies in the hands of Widow. You’re watching it all unfold, breathing for a split second as robots are charging at you with red, glowing eyes.

For God’s sake, just how many of these are there?

Keeping yourself from rolling your eyes in pure annoyance, you set off running towards them with an unmatched speed, fists up and ready to take them out. One goes down after another, surrendering to your very angry, very powerful fists. Your patience is running thin as the robots keep appearing from left and right, setting their focus on you as demanded by whoever’s controlling them. A person you haven’t managed to find yet, but determined to hunt down and put a bullet through their head.

“Hey, Thor!” You call out to the nordic God flying around you, punching fists through robots and throwing his hammer at them. He glances your way, finding you surrounded by robots, too many for you to fight by yourself. “A lil hand here?”

He nods in response, immediately dropping to the ground and plunging his hammer into the asphalt on the ground, lightning seeping through the ground and into the robots, taking them down and splitting them in half. Thor throws a smug smirk at you before turning back around to fight another round of robots. You roll your eyes, about to run off when shots are being fired at you.

“Shit!” You hiss, running to hide behind a tipped-over truck while fishing out a gun from the strap around your thigh. You lean out, aiming in the direction of the shots. There is a man with long, dark hair, a black mask covering half his face and a silver arm that does not look familiar at all. The mysterious man steps onto the railing of the bridge he fired shots from, hard glare focused on you as he steps out and lets himself fall to the ground beneath the bridge. He lands on his feet, supporting himself with the silver fist into the asphalt. He stands to his height, walking straight towards you and leaving a mark in the asphalt where he had landed. Your eyes widen as he holds up a machine gun, opening fire at you as you scramble to run off while loading more shots into your gun.

Peeking around the corner of the brick building you’re hiding behind, you hold your gun up to aim at him. You fire a bullet, hitting his silver arm. He doesn’t budge, the bullet not even leaving a bump in the silver.

“What the-” you gape, firing shots again. He holds his silver hand up, the bullets bouncing off like they’re made of cotton, still walking towards you with eyes focused on you. There’s something about him that seems familiar – maybe his build? Or the way he walks? Or was it the slightly curly hair on top of his head? You can’t quite pin it as you watch him get closer, fists clenched tightly at his sides as if he’s ready to throw punches at you. You contemplate running to him, throwing the first punch at him before he gets to you. There is a slight hesitancy in your body as you can’t shake off how awfully familiar he seems the closer he gets to you. Knowing what the right thing to do is, you step out from your hiding spot, collecting all strength as you charge at him. A yell of anger and confusion rumbles from your chest as you jump on the last step, fist pulled back only for it to be forced forward and into the center of the mysterious man’s chest.

He stumbles back slightly, gaining his balance quickly before he steps closer, throwing a punch at you as well. You dodge, throwing your leg into his side in a strong kick. He grunts as he catches your leg, pulling on it to force you towards him. You ram into him, his clenched fist connecting with your jaw. You groan in pain as you fall to the ground, landing before his feet. Squinting at him, you watch as he kneels down over you, holding you down against the ground. As he stares at you, raising his hand to deliver a punch to your face again, you realize it as your eyes meet his. You gasp softly, not believing the sight in front of you. It’s a known fact that you would recognize those deep, brown eyes anywhere in any given moment.

“J-Jungkook?”

The sound of your voice, the sound of his name falling from your lips has him freezing for a split second. His eyes shift between yours as he slowly begins to sink his fist. But not even seconds later he’s raising his fist again and that’s when you can tell that he does not recognize you. He is looking at you as if you’re a complete stranger, like he didn’t spend the last year of his life telling you that he loved you more than life itself.

His gaze fills with the only feeling he feels, hatred. He moves to force his silver fist down and into your face, a face he used to call beautiful as he traced his finger tips along the edges. You barely dodge it, trying your very best to meet his eyes again as you call his name.

“Jungkook!” You fight the tears that are brimming your eyes as you continue to dodge his hits the best you can, “Hey! It’s me!”

He’s not holding off, continuing to throw punches at you and hitting the asphalt as you squirm in between his thighs. He’s impeccably strong, the asphalt cracking under the jabs of his fists. His thighs are keeping you in place as he pins you to the ground, your arms locked along your sides. You know he’ll punch you to death if you don’t get inside his head. It seems nearly impossible as his eyes are trained on you, emotionless and angry, only a small glimt of the man you used to know in them.

“____! Might wanna duck down a bit,” Tony shouts as he flies in your direction, his glowing hand aimed at Jungkook.

Your eyes widen in horror as you scramble together all the strength you have, throwing Jungkook off you and away from the deathly ray of light coming from Tony’s palm.

“No!”

The shot hits the asphalt a few meters away from you, nearly grazing Jungkook but it doesn’t, thankfully. Tony is shocked as he comes to a halt in the air, staring between Jungkook and you. You wave a hand at him. “I got him,” you assure him as you pant out breaths of air, nodding towards Widow and Thor, “go help the others.”

The man in the iron suit in front of you seems to hesitate for a second as he looks at you. He catches the pleading look on your face, glancing back at Jungkook for a moment before nodding at you once and flying in the direction of Widow and Thor, aiming his shots at the robots that are still coming from all sides. You turn your attention back to Jungkook, the body of the love of your life but not the eyes or mind of him.

“Jungkook,” you try again, slowly stepping closer as he stays still, slightly shocked that you had saved him from Iron Man’s deadly shot, “it’s me, ____.”

You’re begging, tone pleading him and hands up in surrender as you slowly step closer to him. He’s breathing hard, chest rising and falling in deep breaths. His eyes are dark, cold and distant as you get even closer. He’s frozen in his spot. He seems confused behind that hard expression, confused because you look less terrified than you did before realizing who he is. He doesn’t flinch or move away from your hand as it inches closer to his face, reaching for the black mask on his face.

“Hey,” you softly say, hesitating to touch him as you let a single tear escape and roll down your cheek. Something flashes in his eyes as he looks into your wet eyes, a small hint of recognition, familiarity too. Maybe he remembers. You hope he does. He lets you pull the black mask off completely, the strong line of his jaw appearing in front of you as well as his pink lips you used to kiss so often in that hidden place you liked to meet almost every night. “It’s me,” you whisper, “it’s ____.”

You’re afraid you’re imagining things as tears build up in the corner of his eyes, his jaw tightening. It’s too much for him. The memories returning with full force, the emotions filling his chest and warming it for the first time in 70 years. He wants to cry. He doesn’t know whether it's happiness because you’re right here in front of him, after he thought he would never get to see you again as he took his last breath back in 1944, or sadness because he’s well aware that he almost killed you if you hadn’t pushed him off you.

“____?” His voice betrays him as it cracks, your name coming out in a croaked voice. More tears escape as you hear your name falling from his lips for the first time since that morning in the military camp where he said ‘see you soon’ and then never returned. He freezes as you throw yourself at him, arms wrapped around him as you pull him closer in a tight hug. The sniffles and muffled cries you let out breaks his emotionless, cold heart and filling it with a warmth he hasn’t felt in so long. A tear escapes from the corner of his eye as he lets his own arms snake their way around your waist, hugging you just as tight as you hug him.

Relief.

That’s what he’s feeling.

Jungkook wanders around inside Stark’s office, eyes exploring things as he calmly runs his silver hand over them. You watch him from a few feet away, arms crossed over your chest. Worry is filling your entire body as his back is turned to you. He still doesn’t seem like himself. There is something about him that makes you anxious, something about him makes you wonder if he’ll turn at any moment, falling back into whatever sort of amnesia he has been experiencing for the past decades.

You jump in surprise when the door opens beside you, revealing Tony. He notices your jumbled state, giving you a small, half smile. You turn your eyes back to Jungkook who’s picking at an ancient-looking sculpture on Tony’s desk causing Tony to take a step closer.

“Hey! Buddy!” He calls out, catching Jungkook’s attention. “Don’t touch that, please. It’s antique.”

Jungkook steps away from the desk, hands up in mock surrender, emptiness in his eyes as if he couldn’t care less about Tony’s antique sculpture. No one really cared about that sculpture. It’s doomed to break at some point when it’s placed in his office, in the Avengers building.

“Tony,” you catch the attention of the older man, looking straight at him with hopeful, desperate eyes, “can you help him?”

He turns to face Jungkook, looking him over from head to toe. “Friday, give me a scan of whatever’s controlling Jungkook.”

Anticipated, you wait while biting a nail. Jungkook doesn’t move an inch as Friday scans him for anything to help Tony figure out a way to help. He’s glancing from Tony to you, his eyes meeting yours. Seconds. It takes seconds from his stare meeting yours to something flicking behind his dark brown irises, something inside of him snapping like the tips of someone’s fingers. Your eyes widen in panic as you move to stand between Tony and Jungkook.

“Tony!” You shout, moving fast as you try to get in between the two men. Tony has already activated his iron hand, catching Jungkook’s silver fist right before it hits him square in the face. You come to a halt, staring in surprise as Tony tightens his hold on Jungkook’s fist, forcing him to the ground. “Tony, please, don’t hurt him. He’s not in his right mind!”

“Oh, really?” Tony scoffs, sarcasm dripping from each word. A small yelp leaves your mouth as Tony kicks his knee up under Jungkook’s jaw, knocking him out. Jungkook falls limp to the floor, eyes closed as he’s kicked unconscious by Tony. You kneel down beside him, brushing his long strands of hair out of his face. He looks peaceful as he lays there, completely unconscious, and yet there’s a furrowed look on his face, like he’s never free from whatever that is controlling him. You sigh deeply, head dropping as you cradle Jungkook’s hand in your own. Tony’s palm rests on your shoulder. You glance up at him. He gives you a small, reassuring smile.

“Don’t worry, we’ll help him,” he tells you. You nod, knowing he spoke the truth.

“Thank you.”

The frustrated look and furrowed eyebrows are gone. He looks genuinely peaceful this time, long lashes resting on the top of his cheeks as he rests beneath the sheets on your bed. You can’t help yourself as you reach out, palm cupping his cheek, your thumb brushing over his cheekbone in a soft caress. Hopefully you’ll have the love of your life back once he wakes up from the deep sleep Tony put him in.

You’re about to move away, retrieving your hand from his cheek just as you hear him whimper softly. Turning back to him, you watch as his lower lip begins to quiver, eyebrows furrowed tightly together. “No,” he whimpers again, head shaking in his sleep. “Please, no! Don’t!”

Worry fills you once again as you sit on the edge of the bed beside him, hands cupping his face between them. “Jungkook,” you softly call, trying your best to wake him without startling him. “Jungkook, my love, please wake up. Please!”

Startled, you gasp as his eyes shoot open, his lips parting as he gasps for air. He’s looking right into your startled, widened eyes. It takes a minute for him to realize who you are and where he is, the surroundings not seeming familiar at all, but it feels nice. The aura, the warmth and the dimmed lighting in the bedroom where he’s tucked under the sheets.

“Hey,” you breathe out as you smile, not sure what to say to him. Tony had made sure to help him, get whatever that was controlling him out of him, his head to himself now and slowly filling with memories, both good and bad ones. “How are you feeling?”

He groans as he moves to sit up. You help him straighten up, making sure he has a pillow for his back as he leans back against the head of the bed. He closes his eyes tightly together as he drops his head back, still trying to calm his erratic breathing. You sit back in the chair you had pulled to the bedside when you got here.

“I feel…” he begins, words feeling foreign on his tongue as he speaks with a croaking voice. He sighs deeply. This is a lot for his head to take in in just one day. “I feel like my head is about to explode.”

Your smile is careful as you look at him. “Makes sense,” you softly say, watching him glance at his arm only to notice the silver is still there, like he had hoped it would be gone. It’s easy to tell the arm itself is a symbol of a very dark time as he looks at it and then looks away from it. He isn’t fond of the silver arm, obviously having a love-hate relationship with it as it has given him power and strength he never had to begin with and problems he never voluntarily wanted in the first place. There’s pain in his eyes as he glances at you, shame as he cowers under your gaze.

You frown deeply. “What happened to you?” You ask, voice barely above a whisper. He closes his eyes, not really wishing to go back to those dark times where his life was saved and changed for the worse. The dark times where he became a shadow of himself and a manipulated soldier, brainwashed to take orders from others.

“I, uh, I don’t think-“ he stumbles over his words.

You place your hand over his actual hand, your thumb brushing the skin there. He glances at where you’re touching him before looking up at you. You’re hurting, it’s easy to see. It’s not your own pain though, it’s his. You’re feeling pain for him, hurting because he went through things he never should have, things where death would’ve been much less painful. You want to kiss him, kiss it all better if that was possible.

“You can tell me,” you whisper, pleading him to confide in you, to tell you what happened to him all those years ago.

He sighs deeply, turning his hand over to wrap it around yours. A rush runs through your stomach as he grips onto your hand with a hold so tight that you find yourself promising him silently that you’ll never let go again by giving his hand a small squeeze.

“They found me a few days later,” he starts, gaze focusing on the way yours and his fingers intertwine with each other like they’re meant to do it, “in the ruins of buildings. I-I wasn’t fully awake when they did, only just coming to my senses again after the explosion that was meant to kill me.”

You’re focusing on his hand in yours now, not able to look into his eyes as he tells the story of how he ended up here, 70 years later, and still looking like himself but with longer hair and impeccable strength.

“I didn’t recognize them. They wouldn’t tell me anything. They took me to this place, a bunker or something like that. There was this huge laboratory inside with equipment way ahead of its time,” he looks confused as he relives the horrifying moments, “I was placed in a chair and the next thing I know they’re sawing my arm off-“

You whimper. “Oh, god,” tears dwell in your eyes as you grip his hand tightly.

“____, I have never felt as much pain as I did that day,” he looks you straight in the eye, the pain from that day flashing over his face as he recalls it, the feeling of it. “And all I could think about while they turned me into this- this monster… was that I lied to you.”

You shake your head in denial. “No, Jungkook,” you whisper, “you couldn’t know. You couldn’t.”

He offers you a small half-smile, remorse covering his features as he reaches up with his silver hand, careful as he lets the fingertips of it brush your hair out of your face.

“I’m sorry I gave you an empty promise,” he whispers, silver fingertips brushing against the side of your face. You cover it with your own hand, letting him cup your face in the cold silver. He leans closer, hissing lightly as pain shoots up the side of his torso. “I’m sorry that I didn’t come back to you like I promised.”

“You did though,” you sigh deeply, resting your forehead against his. “You’re right here.”

He nods softly, his eyes shifting between yours.. “and I won’t leave again,” he assures you before hesitating, shrugging as he adds; “unless you want me to.”

You chuckle through the tears that had built up in your eyes. He’s smiling at you as you reach up to cup his face in your palms, brushing your thumb across his cheeks. He’s watching you, still not quite believing that you’re here with him. After so long. 70 years of wondering if you’re still alive. 70 long years of wondering where you were in the world. 70 unbearable years of longing for your touch, your soft, plump lips that made his heart stop beating for a few seconds each time they would touch his in a kiss.

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed you,” he whispers into the small gap of air space between you and him. “Each time I’d return from a mission and become myself again after being under mind-control, you were the first thing on my mind. To be honest, I don’t think you ever left it. You’ve always been there with me, in the deepest parts of my consciousness. You kept me sane during the missions, kept me from forgetting myself completely.”

Listening intently, you close your eyes as your thumbs continue to brush over the skin on his cheeks. He continues, a deep sigh falling from his lips and clashing against yours causing goosebumps to rise upon your body. You’re shocked that you have gone this far without smothering him in kisses. You don’t want to risk anything, waiting patiently for him to make the first move in the direction of more physical affection, whether it’s a touch of his hand, a hug or more.

“And when I realized it was you earlier today...” his voice cracks, “when I realized I almost killed you- I don’t think I can ever forgive myself for that.”

“You can and you will,” you softly tell him, the undertone of your voice stern, “you didn’t kill me. You wouldn’t. You were gonna recognize me sooner or later.”

He exhales shakily. “You don’t know that,” he almost snaps, eyes closed tightly as he drops his silver hand from your face. He pulls away from your touch, the warmth of him disappearing the further he moves away. He’s not looking at you. Tears are threatening to spill as you stare back at him, lips slightly parted as you want to speak up. You want to tell him he’s wrong, but you already know that he will not take your words for what they are. He, and you, know what would’ve happened if you hadn’t pushed him off when you did.

“You’re right,” you say, catching his attention again. He barely glances at you, noticing the small remnants of tears in your eyes before looking back at his silver hand, clenching and unclenching it. A tear rolls down your cheek. “You’re so right, Jungkook. I don’t know if you would or not.”

You get up from the chair you’ve been sitting in since you brought him back to your apartment. Jungkook still refuses to look at you as you move onto the bed, crawling closer to him. You don’t hesitate as you lay a hand on his shoulder and throw a leg over his to straddle his lap. He finally looks at you, eyes slightly widened at your actions. His eyes meet teary ones again, his silver arm moving out of an old habit as he reaches up to wipe your tears away.

“But I like to think you would.”

Your lips press against his before he can reply to your words. Jungkook gasps and then grunts in response as you press your mouth to his, desperately and needy. His body freezes beneath you as you kiss him, tasting his lips for the first time in an unbearably long time. It takes him a while to realize that you’re kissing him, finally kissing you back as he cradles you in his arms, pulling you closer to his chest. The silver arm keeps a tight grip around your waist, holding you in place as the other runs up your thigh.

Pulling away, you gasp for air, letting your forehead rest against his. Jungkook is breathing heavily, his breath once again clashing against yours as you both catch your breath. Your eyes meet, seconds after he’s kissing you again, your tank top riding up as the silver arm keeps you tight against him. The silver touching your skin causes goosebumps to cover your skin, a chill running up your spine as you cup his face. His tongue licks against your bottom lip, you let him in. A moan escapes your lips as his tongue touches yours.

“I’ve been holding myself back ever since you woke up,” you whisper against his lips, making him smile as his hands slide under your top, pushing it up before pulling it over your head completely. You return to his lips, catching them with your own as you reach for the hem of his t-shirt. He helps you pull it off, your mind elsewhere as you throw it onto the floor. Your hands rake down his body, over the tensing muscles of his abdomen as he moves his kisses down your cheek and further under your jaw. Your breathing is ragged as you pull away, only a few inches so you can glance down at his torso. The sight horrifies you, your fingertips brushing over scars and healed wounds.

“Oh my god,” you whisper as you glance up at Jungkook, his eyes meeting yours for a few seconds before you look back at his chest. Your eyes wander, over his both small and larger scars to his silver arm. You feel your heart tightening as you take in the way the silver arm is sewed onto his body. You hesitate to reach up, Jungkook’s eyes on you as you let your shaking fingertips brush over the burned, scarred skin that keeps the silver arm attached. “I- This…”

His human hand comes up to cup your cheek, thumb caressing your skin. “I know,” he agrees without hearing the rest of the sentence. You look back at him, finding relief in his eyes as you rest your palms against his chest. “It’s not as bad as it looks,” he then says.

“They literally cut off your arm,” you point out, shaking your head in disbelief. You can’t even imagine how much pain he must’ve been in when they did this to him. “I wish I could have spared you this pain, spared you the torture you went through.”

He smiles softly. “I know, ____. But there's no way you possibly could’ve.”

You're carefully running your pointer finger along one of his scars when you look up at him, eyelashes framing your eyes so perfectly. He thinks you’re absolutely beautiful, even more so than the last time he saw you. You can’t do anything to stop the words that tumble from your lips next.

“I love you so much, Jungkook.”

His breathing stops for a second, his heart skipping a beat. He hasn’t heard those words since 1944. He didn’t even hear those words that morning you had sent him off, he hadn’t said those words when he promised to return. He should have. That way you’d never be in doubt of his love. He wonders if you’ve loved him since or if there has been anyone else in the meantime to love you the way he should’ve.

Silently, you watch him as his thoughts run one hundred miles per hour. Your palms are sliding from his chest to his shoulders and further up his neck to cup his face again. The love he feels is evident in his eyes as he focuses on you.

“I love you,” he whispers, carefully turning you over onto your back only for him to hover over you. You’re watching him, tingling in your stomach as you hear the words fall from his lips. He returns to kissing you, kissing the skin on your cheek, your neck and further down to the very top of your chest, right beneath the collarbones. He glances up at you as he kisses his way down the valley of your bra-covered chest. “I didn’t say it enough back then,” he mouths against your skin, another round of goosebumps rising beneath his lips, “I should have said it more. I’m sorry.”

You exhale deeply, arching your back into his touch as he reaches your navel and moves even further down to the waistband of your pants, your spandex pants that you so elegantly wear whenever you have a mission with the Avengers.

“Stop apologizing,” you breathe out, eyes closed as you succumb to his touch. The silver hand brushes over your stomach as it runs up to your chest, unclasping your bra on the front. It falls to the sides, revealing your perky nipples to the crisp air. You gasp softly as a silver hand brushes over both, the cold steel doing nothing but erecting them even more. “I've always hated it when you apologize.”

He smirks softly against your lower stomach, pressing one last kiss to the skin there before pulling the silver hand down to pull off your pants, and panties too. The pants are barely on the floor before he returns to your lower abdomen, kisses being spread across your hip bones and pubic bone. You reach down to tangle your fingers in his long hair as he runs his hands up the inside of your thighs. He spreads your legs, revealing your throbbing core to him.

“God, I missed this,” he breathed out, the air of his words hitting your wet folds. “Having you like this, all to myself.”

You whine from above him. “Jungkook,” you whimper, “please.”

It doesn’t take more for him to lean closer, tongue licking a stripe up between your folds and to your clit, his silver arm sliding across your abdomen to keep you down as he eats you out for the first time in decades. One would think he had lost his touch and knowledge of a woman’s body, but you can say that he certainly didn’t as he roots himself between your legs, tongue licking your wetness and prodding at the entrance.

“Oh god,” you moan, softly gasping for air as his human hand rests on top of your one thigh, fingers digging into the flesh there. You’re in heaven, on the ninth cloud as he slurps your arousal, licking your folds and clit as if his life depended on it. “Fuck, Jungkook!”

The sound of your name toppling from your lips as he hits a certain nerve makes his body flush with a warmth he almost forgot what feels like. You’re writhing in the tight hold of his silver arm, squirming as he licks you to your release. The orgasm is approaching fast and hard, Jungkook being the sole reason for it. No one could ever get you there as fast as him.

“I’m s-so close- oh!,” you pant, your walls clenching as Jungkook’s actual fingers slide into you. He pumps his hand in and out of you in a pace that is perfectly building up your orgasm. He takes nothing but a glance into his eyes as he leans down to softly kiss your clit that you’re toppling over, hitting the wall of your orgasm. “J-jungkook, my god!”

You jerk away as he leans forward, tongue licking up your release, tasting it on his taste buds. He hums with a small smile as he glances up at you, loving the way your eyes are almost bulging out of your head at the sight of him between your thighs. It takes nothing more than a few seconds before you shitting up, Jungkook meeting you halfway in a kiss. Tongues clash against each other, the taste of you on his tongue as he kisses you deeply, needingly.

“Please fuck me,” you mumble in between kisses, a desperate whining tone attached to your words. “Make love to me, Jungkook.”

He seals your words with a kiss, giving you a silent promise of doing just that. As if he’d lick you out and that would be it. No way.

You watch, teeth biting into your bottom lip, as he gets off the bed to remove the sweatpants you had dressed him in when you got back, getting him out of those military pants with belts and buckles all over them. His cock springs free, slaps against his abdomen as it stands proud into the air. A rush runs through your stomach at the sight, mouth slightly watering. Once the sweatpants and his boxers lie on the floor by his feet, he crawls back onto the bed. He moves closer, pushing you back onto your back as he hovers over you. You’re glancing at his silver arm for a mere split second, your hair reaching up to run along the hard edges of it. Jungkook can’t feel your touch but he’d like to imagine that he can as he watches your palm brushing over and further up to the nape of his neck. His eyes move back to lock with yours. You’re looking at him just like you did that last night of intimacy you had back in 1944, the night before he was sent off on a deathly mission. A huge wave of emotions hits him as he glances from your eyes to your lips and back again.

“I love you,” he softly says, eyebrows furrowed together as he looks at you, “so much, ____.”

You smile, pulling him down to meet you in a kiss. The kisses are soft, tender even as he reaches down to line himself up with your entrance. You gasp into his mouth as the tip of his cock prods at your folds. A hand of yours tangles back into his locks as he pushes inside, the tightness overwhelming for the both of you. He rests his forehead against yours, your breaths clashing together between you as he buries himself to the hilt.

“Shit,” he hisses, glancing down at your connecting hips. “Can i move?”

You nod your head, whispering, “yes.”

Jungkook watches the way your eyes roll to the back of your head as he pulls out and pushes back in, the sight causing him to do it again and again, wanting to see you lose yourself and succumb to the feeling of his cock brushing against your walls.

“Oh fuck!” You gasp as he gives you a particularly hard thrust, the sound of skin slapping against skin as he hits that exact spot that makes you whimper out a soft, whiny moan. You’re clawing at his shoulders, his neck and chest as he sets a rhythm, keeping it steady as he grinds into you. He grabs your leg with his silver hand, helping you to wrap it around his waist. The other follows suit, locking with your other behind his back. He hits deep inside of you, his veiny cock sliding against your walls so deliciously.

It’s like that last night you had with him all over again just with more longing and more desperate kisses. Your stomach tingles with the overwhelming amount of emotions you’re feeling in this exact moment as you look up at him – his long hair slightly damp at the roots, his toned chest glistening in sweat as he works you both to a release, to a high you’re both so desperately in the need of.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans as you unawarely clench around his length, his head dropping to your shoulder. “Don’t do that or I’ll cum right now.”

“Sorry!” You squeak, chuckling as he eyes you with a small smirk. God, you wanna ride him so badly. “Oh, Jungkook,” you moan breathily as he hits your spot again. He’s watching you, eyes running over your face as it contorts in pure pleasure.

“Fuck, I’m close,” he grunts, leaning up on his hands to get a better angle. He rams his hips into you, his strength coming to show as he thrusts into you harder than ever before. The power of his thrusts have you seeing stars as your second orgasm nears you. Jungkook can feel it as you clinch repeatedly around him. He won’t last much longer if you continue to do that.

High pitched moans tumble from your parted lips as he speeds up his movements, desperately trying to get you over the edge before he topples over himself. Your nails are digging into his shoulders as you reach your high, the orgasm hitting you like a bullet.

“Oh my fucking god,” you moan, breathing ragged as he continues to fuck you to get himself to cum. His breathing is uneven, not matching his thrusts as all as he moves in and out a few more times before stilling inside of you, spilling his load and painting your walls inside.

“Fuck, I love you,” he breathes out as he drops his forehead to your collarbone. You’re smiling widely as you run your fingers from his shoulders and up into his hair. He lifts his head to look at you as you push his long, brown hair out of his face. You know him too well when he gives you a look, a small smirk on his lips. A joke is coming. You can just feel it. And you can’t help but grin at him as everything feels exactly like 1944 again. Also, you want to punch him for his next words:

“Not too bad for a 98-year-old, huh?”

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