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[softandsourcream]

Stop, you’re losing me~ - two

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pairing: idol! yoongi x vet!f reader.

Words: 8,5k

genre(s): angst, hurt- comfort, slow burn, fluff, smut (+18) (not this one tho)

au(s): childhood friends - to lovers, idol yoongi, normal vet reader, entertainment industry, denial and resentment.

Episode warnings: complicated relationship with food, description of diseases, curse words, family drama, grief, loss of loved ones, damaged mental health, a LOT of struggling.

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IMPORTANT: this fic contains a lot of sensitive topics touched upon explicitly. Please, if any of the tags trigger something in you, stop reading. You are more important, and there is much more content you can consume here. Take care please! ♡

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“Y/N, honey~”

Okay, wait. Here. It was from here where you remembered.

 

You were at home, in the bed that was almost yours. You cry just for that, under your sheets. Lucky you could remain silent; it was almost an empty cry at that point. Automatically, you were crying because that’s what you have to do.

You were exhausted. And you remembered having a bad feeling about all that situation.

“Not ready~”

“It's been a week.” Your mom closed the door, gently sitting on your bed and touching your back with a care that made you cry more. You were already drowning. “Did you think about a therapist yet?”

No. For a lot of things.

 

The first and most important is that you were already starting to improve a week ago. You haven't felt this miserable in months now, almost three. You had started to get up, eat better, and cry less. You talked, you walked, you wanted to laugh, to go out, to go back to work. Everything was fine. You didn't need a therapist.

Oh well, you did. At least you thought about going to one when you were already feeling better. You had the energy to want to be well and for this not to happen. Because the second was that now you didn't have the energy to try to lift yourself up in every way possible.

It was too heavy. But why. Why else would you have relapsed?

“How can you all be so… fine about it.” It wasn't retaliation, because everyone in that house was like that at the time, but you seemed to be the only one still there, and that frustrated you so much that it made things worse.

“We’re not.” You know. “We just know how to-“

“Live with the pain.” You end the sentence, revealing your face slowly to your mother. She looked tired and worried, but she still looked at you with love.

She brushed your hair out of your face, sighing and wiping away your tears softly. It was the only look of pity that you didn’t hate. You allowed it because you didn't have the heart to tell her that it bothered you. She was a mother; she couldn't help it.

“Your brother always told me to take care of you once he died.” She nodded, starting to cry. You haven't seen her cry in a long time. “He assured me that even if I were his mother, I would be able to understand it sooner and miss him differently than you. It's questionable, but that’s what he thought.” She took a breath, as if she had suddenly forgotten to breathe. What was he thinking when he said something like that to a mother? Many times you thought that Kija had no brains to boast about.

"'Don't let her die like this too.' " She quoted, “ ‘If I see her, whatever I end up to, I'm gonna hit her until she comes back to life." I’ll never forget how he told me that.” You smile a little. He also told you that in person days before.

“I've been remembering that non-stop all these months, but I realized that in the end, Y/N, I can't help you if you don't. Not because I don't want to; it's because I'm human, and I don't do miracles, honey.” You nodded like that didn’t hurt you, just because it was true. “I came here to let you know that we love you, we understand, and that if maybe I can’t do anything more for you, if you have a plan, I will always be here for you to help. It’s up to you from here, but you’re not alone.”

He prepared you for his death; everybody knows, what you were doing.

Why now. You were starting to make friends with the feeling that you were fine. You were in that stage of grief that isn’t too tragic.

What might have made you remember the loss as a thing in your life?

Of fucking course.

It took three days for you to use your little desire to continue like this and do something about it. Seun opened his eyes when he saw you entering the kitchen at breakfast, watching your movements cautiously.

“Where’s everybody.”

He blinks, chewing the cereal that was left in his mouth.

“All of them are in school; the rest of them are working.”

“What are you doing here, then?”

“What do you mean?”

“You still live at your parent's house without working? At 28?” He smiles. You were making fun of yourself as you said your age instead of his. He continued eating, calmer. “Embarrassing.”

“Guilty.” He says. “I needed the time, though. Things have been complicated lately.”

You looked at each other, and you thanked him for the gesture with your gaze, taking out a cup to make yourself some tea. Seun worked in Seoul. You didn't see him much, but he had been traveling home very often to see how everyone was doing in general after what happened, to see Jae too, and to be with his family more. Paradoxically, he was a lawyer, a very good and serious one, exaggeratedly contrary to what you were seeing right now, who wore a horrible duck shirt that he had worn as pajamas for as long as you can remember and always left at home, eating colored cereals in the bowl of one of your younger brothers.

When you went, nothing really belonged to you; all your things were already in your respective houses, but there was always room for you. Seun, being the second oldest, had left his room empty a long time ago, but he wore clothes that he had left in case he went.

Being there was like going back in time; you had taken your mother's clothes because you didn't go out much, and the ones you had there were no longer to your taste. The noises in the morning, hearing your mother sing from the kitchen, and seeing how they still danced together from time to time

It was nice.

You ended up eating the remains of yesterday's dinner with him at the inn, in silence. It was difficult for you to eat while like this; it was as if something in your chest prevented you from feeling any kind of human need. You left half the plate, and Seun after seeing that, took a breath.

“Eat that, and I’ll give you a prize.”

"Uh~ surprise me.”

You settled into the chair, ready to really listen to whatever it was. Seun was… you know.

“Dad asked me to take care of the garden outside.”

You frowned deeply, and you laughed because he was serious. “Great. Like when you were seventeen. I woke up with you complaining about it.” He made a face. “How would that be a prize?”

“It’s kind of fun, though. How about you come with me, hm? You don't have to do anything; eat that and just get some sun.

You didn’t eat it. But you go out still.

 

You didn’t even get dressed; you were still in pajamas, sitting on the grass, watching your brother cut leaves to shape bushes. Your father still took great care of that place; you could see that it was even better than before. He quite enjoyed it. You used to sit and look at him this way when you were younger.

“Didn’t know this could be emotional for you. You’re unbelievable.”

You laughed, wiping away your tears. It was stupid; you felt better, honestly.

“Sorry.”

“Sure.” He reached out to place a flower in your hair. It was small, white, the ones that fell from the tree that was right in the middle of everything. You smiled.

“How are you?”

“Better” you were, at least right now.

"Why did you get up today? What’s the occasion, hm?"

He walked away, beginning to pick up the remains on the floor. He was done.

“I just don’t want to feel terrible today.”

“Exiting.” He says this, stretching his back. “You know how hard it’s to force yourself to do that, kid? I am very happy to see you today. It's so brave of you. I'm serious.” It gave you a chill; you weren't used to hearing him talk like that. You simply nodded. “Here.” He gave you another flower; you play with it in your hands. “I'm going in to make lunch; are you coming with me? I can call you when it’s ready.

"No, I'm going to stay here."

Because it was quiet, you heard birds, and it didn't feel like your bed. You were a little desperate when your mother told you to go outside because you would feel better. The last thing you wanted was to get up, but you also hated that she was right.

You didn't open your eyes until you heard a noise that scared you, and it was almost bizarre to see Yoongi, standing with a garbage bag in his hand, looking at you without knowing what to do, giving all meaning to your search for triggers.

 

You blink. Maybe you were hallucinating.

 

Your gardens were together. His family hasn’t moved in all these years. The only thing you knew was that it was their property now, not like yours, which still rented the place. It had more floors than it used to, and instead of having old red wood walls like it used to, it was white and pretty. Yoongi had made sure that his family lived well. Many years ago, the house had been in constant repair; inside, it must have looked different too, but its patios still had no division.

Because they were neighbors, best friends, and family, sometimes they got together right there; why separate it? If they completely trusted each other, they could see each other more that way.

 

Why was Yoongi still in Daegu.

 

You couldn't find enough reasons for him to still be there. He must have been very busy doing his things, far, far from there, far from you.

And it was overwhelming to see him in that garden where you once saw him. It was difficult for you to make yourself believe that this person brought back that ugly feeling of looking like a lost cat.

You touch your chest.

He bowed. You had to cover the sun with one hand to be able to look at him better, and respond in the same way.

“You’re still here.” You say it quietly. 

Yoongi had those eyes, unkind ones. 

That and a sleepy look. He had always had them. If you hadn't known him since forever, you were sure that you would never have spoken to him, and if he did, you wouldn’t feel like speaking to him or maintaining any type of contact with him just because of his look. It was heavy, as if he was constantly having the worst time of his life, but by nature. His father had the same eyes and the same attitude; they communicated nothing with their expressions. At least that was what you knew—what you had stuck with.

But he looked at you in a way you didn't understand right now. That was one thing you didn't understand about the new Yoongi. Before, you used to catch him better because, although he expressed nothing with his eyes, you were the only one who could know how; you could read him in a certain way, and now he was just strange.

Softer. Almost warm but intimidating.

“Hm.” He didn’t move. “What are you doing, Park?" It was a mocking question, almost as if your brother had asked it, but with less emotion and coming from him, of course.

“Sunbathe.” You look dumb trying to look at him. The sun wouldn't let you. “It’s healthy from time to time," he tilted his head. “You need a little bit too. You’re too pale.”

He smirks, looking away, almost like taking the courage to ask. “Can I sit there, then?”

You analyzed the space with your eyes narrowed because you were trying to identify the natural division that existed between his patio and yours. Right on the floor, a few meters from you, there was a fairly thin cement line that divided the two spaces. You pointed your finger at it, moving a little closer so he could see it.

“Don't cross that line, and you'll be fine.”

Yoongi also squinted his eyes, looking at what could barely be seen on the ground. It took him a few seconds, but he managed to spot it and neutralize his gaze, lowering the hand he was using to block the sun coming from above. He snorted before approaching in silence.

You had forgotten what he looked like, and you wanted to say that during the day, with the sun on his face and casual, white clothes, he looked even better. He glows, and you want to punch him in the face.

“You don't fit in here anymore.” You said it simply. He leaned on his hands, leaning his body back, understanding that you didn't mean it with bad intentions. It was simply an observation, but he still didn't quite understand it.

“What do you mean?”

“Here, in Daegu.” He loses his eyes. “You look... expensive.”

You made him laugh unintentionally. Genuinely, he even sat properly so he could look at you. You were facing each other, a considerable distance away, divided by a line of asphalt covered by grass, but there it was.

“What?” That question makes you feel stupid.

“I don’t know, just- you look like you belong to another place. Too handsome and well dressed to be here.

“Ah~ handsome, huh?”

“Yes, Yoongi, too handsome.” It was a fact; he wasn’t stupid. He knows he’s attractive. You played with the flower between your fingers, feeling your heart begin to pound. You didn't even know why; you were sure he knew it wasn't his intention. You heard him laugh again. “You know what I mean.”

At least, you hope so.

“Maybe I don’t belong here anymore.” He says. When you looked up, he was playing with the grass between his fingers. “I don't feel welcome, either.”

“What are you doing here, then.”

He looked at you from there, raised his eyes for a few seconds, then closed them again. “I want to spend time with my family before enlisting. Hyung it’s going on his honeymoon in a few days, and... well, I'm running out of time.”

You had forgotten that.

You had to fight a lot not to ask when he was leaving, because it was two years, and although you hadn't seen him ten years ago, in a way you also had him constantly in your face, always. Now you wouldn't see him at all.

It was none of your business; why would you ask?

“That’s good.”

“You’re still living in he-?”

“Y/N, honey, hello. I thought you had returned to Busan since I didn't see you leave the house. You look tired; are you okay?”

You jumped for that.

“Hello, Mrs. Min. I’m, thank you.”

You had always been surprised by how intimidating that woman seemed to you and how much she loved you. She seemed more loving right now; maybe her age had made her softer, but in her younger days, every time she spoke to you, it was terrible for you. She always spoke to you as if she were making fun of you, with the most beautiful voice you had ever heard and the most studied words there were for a cordial conversation. Over time, you learned that it was genuine happiness, like right now.

“Then why-“

“Mom.” Yoongi stops her, and you realize.

You looked bad, perhaps unstable enough if it was at first glance. You did look tired; you hadn't slept well in months; you were still in your pajamas; and your hair was tied up. You hoped it wouldn't matter to you; you wish it were that way.

You had a flower on your head, at least.

“It's okay.” You told him, more for him than for her, and he looked at you, remaining silent for a few seconds. When you heard the woman's voice again, you were still sharing a look, surprisingly.

“Sorry. I was about to go to your house. I know your mom's working, but Seun it’s at home, isn’t he?” You finally looked at her and nodded, smiling slightly at her.

“Yeah.” It was weird, almost like she was checking to make sure you weren't alone. “Do you want me to leave her a message, Mrs. Min?”

“Oh no! It’s okay. I'll go tonight, but also," you take a deep breath. “It was just to invite you all to dinner tomorrow. Jae will be leaving in a few days, and the rest of his time will be spent with friends, so we can have dinner as a family.”

“I- don’t know. I’ll ask them-“

“I'm telling you, honey.” And you wish she didn’t. “Would you like to come? I know… You've had a tough time, and in the whole year you've been here, I've only seen you twice. We want to help.”

There it is. And just because you wanted to get out of there as soon as possible, you smiled slightly and nodded. You only had those types of reactions at the beginning, when the topic was mentioned. You hate to have them again now. It was directly a discomfort that made you want to sink into the ground because it made you cry instantly and peel off your skin in one go. It was extremely uncomfortable.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want. Just think about it, okay?”

You said your goodbyes; she kissed your forehead and left, leaving you two alone again in an awkward silence. Yoongi didn't have pity in his eyes now, but it was as if he had been reminded of something he had done wrong.

“I can tell them you couldn’t make it.”

“No need to.” You tore up the grass by a handful. Why did everyone think you couldn't do anything for yourself? “I will go. I miss your father's cooking.”

“Okay.” Another silence. “I’m sorry about that. She doesn't have any bad intentions; she cares. She doesn't even treat me the way she treats you."

You smiled a little, and for some reason, your heart started to beat less hard. Just as fast, but it didn't make you want to die. And you didn't like that.

“No problems.” You say, getting up. "It looks like I do fit in here anyway.” You shook yourself for nothing exactly; it was just to feel less uncomfortable as he watched your movements, and you looked at him as you walked to the entrance of your house. He had a lopsided smile, soft eyes, and the flower Seun had given you between his fingers. “you still have twenty minutes left.”

He smiled at you, knowing that you were running away. Still, he didn't stop you.

 

That was one. The next one was a little less exciting.

 

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You weren’t an events' person.

Not because you felt too bad to attend social things; in fact, you had discovered that it was very efficient at not making you think too much. Being alone was the worst thing you could do, but you didn't like going. It felt almost like a charity event since Kija died; at least that's how it felt. Seun told you it wasn't like that at all, but you feel like it.

Like a charity object.

 

They give you extra food, extra attention, extra compliments, and the comfiest chair. And it was nice sometimes, but today you didn’t want that to happen.

"So... you want the red one or the purple one?” You held them both up, showing them to your sister in the mirror.

“What do you think?”

“I think… I like the purple one.” She didn't seem to like your decision, so you had to convince her. “ Look, it has flowers and sparkles inside. “You’ll look cool, don’t you think?”

“But it doesn't match my outfit~” Hyunji whines, and you smile, pushing away the purple hair tie to comb her hair into a ponytail again. You'd end up convincing her anyway.

“What do you mean? You have purple here.” On her shirt. It was yellow on its own, but it had purple bubbles, and even though the basic style doesn’t work like that, it seemed to make sense to her child's brain.

“You’re right… Okay!” She says, playing with her doll again.

Living with children always makes you wish life was that easy sometimes.

Hyunji has a twin too. It was because your father was a twin of another; the gene was there. They were the youngest in the family, and you had been combing their hair all year. It was complicated because every time they did it, they were together, and they reminded you of the dynamic you had had with Kija your whole life.

At that point, it didn't hurt you so much anymore. The first few times, it had been complicated for you to see, but now the other twin was in the other room, and she had no one else to talk to other than her doll. Nara, your other sister, enters the room.

“You’ll go?” You were dressed.

"Uh-hu,” you responded, checking that everything was in order in the mirror. 

“Yoongi will be there.”

"I know." You spoke with the purple garter between your teeth, so your voice came out funny. “Are you going?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Yoongi will be there.” She rolled her eyes as she turned to the bathroom and sat on the edge of the tub, leaning against the wall. You laughed softly.

“Not you too.”

Nara wasn't particularly a fan of his group, at least not at first. Since you hadn't been paying much attention, you didn't really know what the story was like, but apparently, she was starting to listen to them recently, and she genuinely didn't believe that this was the Yoongi she remembered. Now all her siblings were bothering her for refusing to do so.

“I didn’t know! Stop. It's almost overwhelming to see him leave the house sometimes. Last week, I met him twice! Here! In this town, Y/N! He looks like-“

“He doesn't belong in here.” You mumbled, and Nara nodded at you, wrinkling her nose. 

“Nothing good ever happens here; this is too much for me.”

And for you too. But you didn’t say that out loud.

“Go on, kid. Call your sister.” Hyunji thanked you and ran off to find the other twin. You stretched your back.

“Can you tell me what happened between you two?” You scoff, sorting out the chaos you had made to find the purple ribbon in the box your mother had for them.

“Why do you want to know? It’s not that exciting.”

“There's no way.” She got comfortable, almost as if emphasizing her words. “Everybody in this family knows it's something happening to him and you, but nobody asked because they say you stopped crying about it like yesterday.” You laughed at the exaggeration. "Tell me."

“Well.” You took Ara, the other girl who had already been talking about how she wanted her hair, to sit her in the chair that you had placed on the sink counter, so you could see them better. Your mother always did it, and you didn't understand why. It was too unsafe. "The same thing as your sister?”

"No! I want them... like this.” She held up two fingers to you, and you nodded, wetting his hair and carefully untangling it. Ara liked to wear her hair long, so it took you longer, and you were already starting to get tired.

“We were friends, best friends, and things ended. That's all."

It took a second for the teen to sigh and start complaining about how little information you had given her. But you didn't like to talk about it. Not because you couldn't, but because it was something you already had behind you, very far behind. You didn't feel like it was any use to you to talk to anyone about it.

“Did you two kiss at least?"

“Yeah, we did."

Now, she looks excited.

“So you two date!”

“No. We didn’t.”

“Hm, date, but didn’t formalize anything?”

“No.”

“Friends with benefits?”

 

“Hm~ no.”

 

“Fuckbuddys?”

“Jesus Nara. How old are you? Twelve?”

She rolled her eyes, briefly looking at her cell phone”

"Haha. Why are you responding like Seun now? Don't do that; we have more than enough with one.” You responded to something the youngest was telling you, and you handed her a jar of cotton balls that she was asking for. “And I'm seventeen. “So you can tell me if you two were only fu-”

"Well, she, right here it's seven, Nara. So don’t say that ever again.” You saw her grimace in the mirror. “And we were friends. Best friends. Friends don’t- yeah.”

At least that’s what he told you. That you were friends.

“Friends don’t kiss either.”

And you told him that, too.

“I know.”

“Hm.” It seemed as if she didn't want to ask more, perhaps knowing that with the background she had, nothing could end well.

“I’m okay, though. I don't see the need to talk about it now. Yes, I suffered a lot because of it, but that's it; things are the way they are now.”

You had even realized that being around him didn't affect you like you thought. On the day of your wedding, you were sensitive; you knew it; you were predisposed to have a bad time. Now that you are at home with your family, what could go wrong?

“Do you plan to go dressed like that, then?”

“Hm?” You looked at yourself in the mirror in front of you, starting your sister's last ponytail. “What's wrong with it?”

“You’re kidding? You’re literally using mom's clothes.”

Yes, but because yours doesn’t fit in with you like they used to.

“I think it's pretty.” You defend yourself, but not really, finishing your job and taking the creature down from the inn. You heard her say thank you as Nara took your arm. "What-“

“Y/N, I won't allow you to go see your celebrity-famous ex dressed like that, without makeup and wearing ladies' shoes. You even did your hair! Come here.”

“He’s not-“

“Yes, wherever.”

She ended up dressing you in your clothes. Nice clothes of yours that you haven't worn in a while, but they made you feel pretty. Then she tried to do your makeup herself, but you knew how to do it yourself, so you ended up giving in. Your mother scolded them because they were late, and Nara left home with a smile on her face.

 

And you look beautiful. Yoongi thinks that when he saw you enter the house with one tween in your arms and a baby blue cardigan on you,

Of course, you were wearing baby blue.

“Do you think Seun will hit me in the face tonight if he gets drunk enough?” Yoongi asked his brother, receiving the beer he offered him. They could stop by to say hello later. The Parks had always been a lot of people; they had time to greet their parents first. Eun snorts before Jae can say anything.

“He doesn’t have to get drunk for that. You’re currently hurting the two people who matter most to him just by your existence. What do you think will happen?"

He agreed with a gesture, opening the bottle and taking a long drink. Yoongi didn't really like beer, but he would need it today.

“Well, I think,” Jae emphasized himself, shoving another beer into Yoongi's chest for him to hold. He was pulling out some to offer, he assumed. “that you can always talk to them to make them understand. Just like you did with the two of us.”

Make them understand. The problem was that neither of you seemed open to listening, which was fine, but oh well.

Yoongi had taken it upon himself all those days to fix as much as he could in that stretch of time. He had a different way of thinking and handling things, and he was too old to have unresolved issues. He didn't know if it was because he had time before he left or because Daegu and his house, his parents, and the streets where he walked for so long, dragging a useless dream, brought his emotions to the surface.

With you, it was different because he saw you, and it was difficult for him to remember all that he did wrong.

He had been thinking. Enough to have him overwhelmed in so few days, and while apologizing to Eun, for example, for having been so absent in her and her brother's lives, or to his parents, for... exactly the same thing, he saw you, and he knew that it wasn't just him who had to ask for forgiveness.

“They’re good at listening and apologizing for things they have done before. You're a lucky bastard to have to apologize to the most understanding people on earth.”

Eun had found it difficult to forgive him. She spent maybe a week talking to him, thinking about it, talking about it with Jae, and coming to the conclusion that, in fact, he had changed a lot and had given him an opportunity that he was sure he could fulfill. Yoongi was genuinely in another stage of his life, but having things to take care of was exhausting.

He realized more things that night at dinner as well. He didn't know the youngest members of the family, but they turned out to be quite shy compared to all of you, and talking to your family in general was quite easy. Not only that, but he didn't feel strange, out of place, or treated differently for who he was now; catching up with your parents and siblings was nice. Yoongi felt good”

“I would love to, Mr. Park, but I um, I return to Seoul tomorrow. I have commitments there before I leave for service.”

Nara had her birthday in a few days, and they were going to throw her a party. They were inviting Yoongi. He didn't know why his throat hurt from saying no lately. He was never a complacent person.

“Tomorrow? That soon? Will you enlist soon?”

It was impressive how those had been the first words Seun had spoken to Yoongi all night.

“No, it’s- not about that. I have work stuff. recording and practice.”

After that, he started answering questions about his life, which wasn't necessarily a bother. It was okay; he knew your family didn't have bad intentions either. He noticed it.

He also noticed that you barely touched your food.

“Can we talk?” You asked him when you were clearing up the dishes in the kitchen. ‘Sure’ and you took him outside because there was too much noise inside.

"So... you return to Seoul tomorrow."

You look disturbed, but he doesn’t hurry you.

“Hm.” He responded in affirmation. “My last concert is soon, and I have things to take care of before that.”

“Awesome.” 

You look untouched by the situation. By everything. As if you were there by protocol. You hadn't laughed genuinely all night; you just smiled and responded kindly, briefly at that, knowing how much you liked to talk.

He didn't want to say that it had to affect you, but it was as if you had no reaction in your body. Quite the opposite of when he saw you at marriage, where you were with all your feelings on the surface. And he was worried. He has no right to be, though.

“I thought you missed my father’s food.” He tries, and you look confused at him.

“I did it.”

“You barely touch it.”

“Well, that’s none of your business.”

Oh, well.

You covered your face. Yoongi heard you sigh.

“Sorry.” You say.

He nodded, calm. At least trying.

“Didn’t mean to be disrespectful, either. It’s okay.”

Then he waited.

Enough. It was almost ten minutes of pure silence in which you thought about what you would say, and he smoked because you made him nervous and made him want to be doing anything but being aware that you were there.

"Okay," you say. Your words sounded loose. As if you were complaining about something. “Before seeing you that day, at the wedding," you start. “I was fine. I was feeling okay. I was- eating very well, I was starting to go out more, and I had this... silly feeling in my chest that maybe this situation wouldn't mean the end of my days, my life, and that I could do things by myself.”

Yoongi settled back in his place, attentive. It was just that he didn't understand, but he wanted to.

“I knew you would be there.”

“Yeah. Jae, he mentioned something to me.” After the weeding, of course. He would’ve liked to know that, too.

“Yes. So I mentally prepared myself for that, to see you, because it affects me to do so, and I thought I had handled it well that day. It didn't add up to me, because I spent weeks thinking about it and preparing myself for things that didn't happen and would have made everything much worse. I felt bad again, and I started to think a lot about... everything. About Kidja's death and what would happen to me without him in my life. It wasn't even about you. I had gone back to my beginning of grief, Yoongi. And I didn't understand why all the effort I had made to be well was gone so suddenly.”

He blinks. A lot of times.

“I’m- not understanding.“

“I have this theory.” Okay. “When you left, I had this same reaction. I don't really want to compare them because they are different in very big ways, but it reminded me of a lot of things, and seeing you there... I wanted to ask you not to leave. Not again, not like everyone has done it recently, so I can feel better.” His heart was a mess; this information was too much. “And it's stupid, because I don't know you, and I can't trust you, and the fact that you're here does me any good.”

“Y/N.” He insisted.

“I just want to put an end to this.” He could swear you were shaking. “Forever.”

Yoongi's head was going very fast; he felt somewhere else, something surreal. He had lived peacefully for a long time; his heart almost burst out when he heard you say a few more things, like you didn't blame him for anything, but you needed to know that he wouldn't be there anymore, and when you wished him a good life, he went a little crazy because you were leaving.

“Wait!” He was in a rush for some reason. “Just like that? May I… apologize for everything at least?”

He saw how many things went through your head, and he was desperate not to be able to know what. You took your distance before you talked.

“Yoongi, I don’t care.”

Now he was mad. You were acting like a child; resentment was speaking for you. He didn't blame you, at least not entirely, because he knew you were smarter than this. You had more valid, more accurate, and even stronger answers, but you were deciding to run away.

That wasn't what really bothered Yoongi, but the fact that you didn't tell him directly, like you would.

“If you want to live, then do it. But give me a voice too; I'm involved too.”

You snorted and crossed your arms to look at him with a smile on your face.

His blood boiled.

“You know what? Forget it. Have a good night.”

“Oh fantastic.” You move fast, getting closer to his garden but staying on the other side of the small line that divides it. Yoongi stopped, now not willing to listen to anything, nor to say anything constructive, really. “So you’re mad now?”

“It’s just—you're so stubborn! I’m trying to do something here!”

“And what do you want me to do, Yoongi?! Hug you and dry your fucking celebrity tears and tell you that the fact that you broke my heart like it wasn’t a big deal was okay? Oh, so now you want to be involved. You’re living tomorrow! And you want to fix things now? Shut up. You’re doing the exact same thing you did when you left.”

Your voice broke off as you swallowed the lump that had formed in your throat. Yoongi sighed, closing his eyes.

“We both did things wrong; I just wanted to talk about it before… that's all.”

“Everyone suddenly wants to talk about it.” It wasn't cold outside. Daegu wasn't a cold place, but you hugged yourself and cringed as if it were. “Everyone asks me what happened between us and why we stopped talking. Your father apologized to me in your place today too; he told me that whatever happened, he hoped we could fix it.”

Yes, I had told him that too, since it happened years ago, honestly.

“But I don't see any sense in it. Why talk about something that is already broken? Why do you insist? I just want to close this, okay? It was already dead; leave it like this.”

Yoongi took a moment, because it was true. But you look too real in front of him, and that makes him weak.

“So we can heal, can't we? That’s why you are doing this.” Your eyes look at him. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I had no choice.”

"Yes, you did.” You cut him off. “Do things right, or do things wrong. Those were your options. And you chose.”

Because you had always understood that he was leaving and that Yoongi had bigger things to do outside that place, and you were happy about that, but he didn't tell you until one day before he left forever.

He was completely blinded by having signed recently, by having an opportunity, by doing what he liked, and by the promises that were being made to him. Leaving everything behind, his parents, who did not believe in him, his "friends” who constantly told him that he would not make it, in that place that hurt him so much only excited him.

And unfortunately, you found yourself involved just by being part of that place.

“I know. And I’m really sorry.” You closed your eyes, and you denied it slightly. As if you didn't want to hear those words. “I understand that I made a mistake back then; I was young and dumb, and I- didn’t- I’m not the same person right now. I’m really sorry. I mean it.” 

So... insignificant.

“Why.” And that was the question he didn’t want to hear. “So you can feel better about yourself, or because you're doing me a favor? Why now, Yoongi. If you hadn't seen me that day at the wedding, would you have traveled all the way here just to apologize before you left?”

No. The answer was no.

It wasn't something Yoongi thought about much. In all those years, he had convinced himself that he had done what he had done because sometimes in life, you have to be selfish to prioritize your well-being as a person. To put himself first over others because he had a dream, and fulfilling it meant sacrifices.

He hadn't done anything wrong, you know?

Now he apologized only because he saw you sick, and he felt guilty because he knew that it had affected you more than him. He was stupid because he blindly believed that the fact that he apologized would mean something less in your life, even if he didn't know how important you were to the whole thing itself. And you were sad and depressed, and you had big dark circles in your eyes, and you weren't eating well. You didn't really smile, you had a hard time getting up, and he hadn't seen you leave the house even once in all the time you had been there.

 

He felt responsible.

 

He did it because it left him and only him clean. He was being selfish.

He kept quiet. He wouldn't admit it out loud. 

“I spent nine years of my life on pause waiting for you to care enough to come back to this damn city, so we could fix things. To talk about it. But that was nine years ago, and it’s a little too late right now.”

"I'm,” he stops, getting close to you, pressing his words in his throat so as not to have to raise his voice. “apologizing.”

“Well, you’re not forgiven.” He tense.

“For something I made when I was a teen? I don’t know, but you made some dumb shit back then too.

You kept quiet about that. It was true.

“You don’t seem to mind too much, though.”

“And what do you know about how I feel?”

Because maybe the fact that it didn't stop his life completely was something, but ignoring it didn't mean that it didn't hurt him either.

“Nothing.” A whisper. “I just- I don’t know, okay? But that stupid thing you did as a teen still hurts me and haunts me to this day, and you- I continued to believe that you would have the decency to come to my twin’s funeral. it’s- all that, everything, that’s just my fault.” You firmly acknowledged it. “But I would’ve to be so stupid to believe that you are still that person, because people change, and we were very young, and that’s fine, but Yoongi.” You touch his chest, or at least you had the intention because you didn't get to do it. You stopped and backed away a little. “The problem here is that you still don't care enough. You didn't even want to come here of your own free will... And that's fine, but don't come and- try to talk to me as if that were the case. 

Your eyes soften, and so do Yoongi’s, because you do that when you want to cry.

When you cry, you’re completely harmless; that’s what he knows. If you cry out of anger, happiness, or even just empathy, any emotion automatically transforms into sadness. You leave yourself vulnerable; that's why you didn't allow it in arguments; it was losing instantly. 

So you put yourself back together. 

“That's fucked up, Min, and I don't need to forgive you to live in peace; I don’t want this; I don’t need your apologies; I don’t want to have any kind of contact with you because I don’t want you in my life anymore.”

“Then why are you still here?"

He can smell your perfume from how close you two are to each other now.

 

So he realizes.

 

It was difficult for him to have you so close. Because he felt the heat of your body, and your breathing was agitated. He remembered the touch from when he touched you at the wedding and squeezed his hand so as not to claim it again. His eyes traveled to your lips accidentally, twice trying to stop them without success, nor to his body as he moved forward, seeking to kiss you directly. He stops himself with all the strength he had and a little more, but you didn't move either.

You were both too dazed, feeling the tension in the air. As Yoongi looked at your lips again, this time closer to you, as you licked yours, trying to feel something. He breathed hard, like a bull, feeling almost dizzy. Yoongi had never wanted something so much in his life, and you weren't helping.

You looked down too, raising big eyes to the level of his before whispering, ever so slightly, to answer his question, and Yoongi couldn't believe you existed, looking like this.

He was fucked up.

“I still have a lot of appreciation for you, Yoongi.” You say. “And I respect you enough to do things right.” He closes his eyes when you distance yourself. There was nothing more to do. “I'm still here, but doing all this, doing things you don't want to do, lying to yourself, lying to me?... you're losing me.” 

His eyes were wide open. You looked at him with sadness because you were crying. 

“Leave it as it is, and keep the small part of me you still have with you. Because if you keep trying, I’m gone.” 

And maybe that was what you both needed. A closure, a proper goodbye.

 

The problem was that neither of you had said goodbye, technically.

-

Big big brother, lovely and always available, Seun 💪🏻 - 1:32

‘How is it?’

‘Spooky?’

1:40

‘u’re allergic to dust, kid. You need a hand? 👋🏻👋🏻’

There were so many things you regretted in life.

One of them was to regain the closeness you had with Seun having so many brothers to choose from. Because he was sweet, yes. Maybe if you didn't have him there (knowing that you often live in fear of losing the people you love, it was very clear to you), you would miss him a lot, but he could be very annoying at times.

Don't judge yourself by the contact name by the way. He had set himself up that way, and every time you tried to change him, he found a way to make it longer.

You - 1:41

‘Sure, want you here in ten minutes.’

Big big brother, lovely and always available, Seun 💪🏻 - 1:43

‘Don't tempt meee’

‘You know I’m crazy, right?’

You stopped him immediately, telling him that you were fine, that everything looked fine, and that he shouldn't worry.

It was a two-hour trip. And it wasn't a lie that you were okay.

Moving to Busan was your idea; maybe two years before Kija relapsed and got sick, he wouldn't stop getting worse. He followed you with nothing in mind because, unlike you, he hadn’t been able to study anything. His health was weak, and that weakened his mind as well.

You wanted to get him out of that mentality, to meet people, to go out, and perhaps to look for a job that would help him understand that he could do things well. And you did it, or, well, he did. You didn't see much of the many people he had plans with; he worked in a café near your apartment that was still there; they had even remodeled it. He had a boyfriend, money; you two were together, you always laughed.

It was when you began to set up your clinic (because that was what you had gone to Busan for, aside) in the city that he began to cough very lightly, almost like a cold, and when you took him to see the place where you would start to build your first dream, he passed out at night when they were trying to clean the place. After that, he didn't stop coughing until that same cough took his breath away completely.

You thought he would get better, he looked weak but fine. He talked, he ate, and he didn't sleep as much as he does when he gets that sick. The only thing that told you that he was really struggling was the blood in his cough and that sometimes, when he got up to go to the bathroom, he would call you out of breath because just getting out of bed was too much for him. He was in serious condition, but you didn't think you would have him with you for so little time.

“Open that thing, Y/N. You have everything you need. You’re smart, you’re pretty, and your lungs work wonderfully. Sorry you don’t have any excuses.”

He spent the last days of his life there, in that apartment that you didn't want to return to, because now your whole family wasn't sleeping on the floor, nor was your mother's voice singing to him while everyone was sleeping, and he couldn't do it because the pain was killing him slowly, nor was your father offering you help to open that damn clinic.

Kija died two days before opening it, and he swore he would be there when you did. You believed him.

The door to his room was closed now. When you came into the apartment, it smelled musty, and there were many letters on the floor that were passed under the door while you were gone. His shoes were on the shoe rack at the entrance; your mother must have forgotten them when she cleaned, so you sat there when you arrived; you weren't ready.

It was when Seun spoke to you that you decided to enter the things you were missing.

And you clean the place. You dusted, packed your things, and called the clinic to inform that you were going to return to work that week. You were the boss anyway.

Maybe it was you deceiving yourself, but the more you looked for discomfort within yourself, you couldn't find it. You thought that facing that place would be more complicated, but there you were.

In Busan, and in Busan you didn't want to die.

“I trust him.” Kija could barely speak; he was intubated and medicated, sitting right where you were now, waiting for the medication to completely wear off.

You had stopped talking about it hours ago, that was when you understood that your confession had been hanging around in his head.

‘I have been thinking about Yoongi lately. I think I'll- need him when you’re gone.’

“Text him.” He told you.

You had already told him it was impossible. You had even told him possibilities of a schedule of imaginary activities that he would have at that moment.

“Kija, forget it.”

“I trust him.” He repeated. “He’ll come. He cares about you still, I know.”

You had believed him, and you had smiled slightly at the thought of a possibility.

Now you’re disappointed. It was dimly lit, it was starting to get cold, and your hands covered your face because, wrapped in, now, a gray room, you were giving Yoongi tears for the first time in years.

And Yoongi's tears were different from Kija's. They felt old, meaningless, but they weren’t automatic.

You sob, because maybe this way you could do this the last time you cry about it.

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Butterfly Effect: part 3 || Jeon Jungkook x fem Reader

♡ Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x fem reader

♡ Word count: 4k

♡ Genre: Angst (m), different timelines travel, smut.

♡ summary:

There is Yn who thought that she had her shit together until there’s a dead body in her boyfriend’s basement.

Everything crumbled in a second, but wait…ummm Why she is back when she met Jungkook a year before this happened? Is time travel a real thing?

Oh so we are changing strategies now: let’s be a total b.i.t.c.h, that way Jungkook the serial killer would be as far as possible from yn, right?

Or maybe is this her chance to save the victim before Jungkook can commit that terrible crime?

Yn did not expect to drag herself into the infinite possible timelines that the fabric of the universe has, in between her adventure she might change more lives than her own.

♡ part 1, part2

♡ a/n: the conclusion to the story is soon to be published. In the meanwhile, enjoy the continuation.

Jungkook looked at you and at that exact moment you knew you were screwed.

Then he smiled and let out a chuckle.

You felt terrified at his sudden reaction, petrified.

“Look you little bitch, seems you didn’t get the message the last time we saw each other” Jungkook said to Chanyeol with extraordinary calm and sending you a look that made your blood ran cold.

“Jungkook, give me the phone please” You pleaded, he now looked at you with confusion and shook his head.

“Where are you hiding? Huh? Maybe this time you won’t be so lucky.” Jungkook cliqued his tongue and tensed his jaw, he was starting to lose it.

You did something risky and impulsive.

With precision and speed, you grabbed your cellphone from Jungkook’s hands and then you instinctively ran to the door that just a few steps aways and you just kept running with your phone on your ear.

“You are very stupid, Chanyeol” you said out of breath, you knew you only had seconds before Jungkook catches you.

“Yn?! Please can you-“ the voice of Chanyeol was energetic and surprised but you could not hear the rest of it since you turned the phone off quickly just milliseconds before Jungkook took your arm. Everything happened so fast.

Jungkook turned you around and were met with his furious stare, you were so out of breath that you took Jungkook’s shoulder to support yourself.

“What are you doing, yn?” he asked you with that deep tone, you watched him in silence for a few seconds without knowing what to answer “speak!” he exclaimed making you flinch.

“Jungkook you could…get me expelled” you murmured shielding yourself behind that excuse.

Jungkook let go off your arm and stepped back and turned back from you he seemed to be trying to hold himself back passing his hands through his hair repeatedly, you had the urge to run away again but he would be even more angry when he eventually catches you.

Jungkook walk up to you once again but he did not say a word, instead he put his hand on your back and guided you to his motorcycle, he got up and you did too, soon enough you two were driving away through the streets of Seoul.

You closed your eyes and put your head on his back. Your hair flying on the wind, you recognized the route as the way to your apartment complex.

When you arrived, you acted on automatic mode getting off the bike and making your way to your apartment with Jungkook very close by.

In the elevator as soon as the doors closed, Jungkook hands instantly explored the trail from your waist to your ass taking you by surprise, you turn to look at him but with a daring look he squeezes the flesh with a subtle amount of pressure that send a quick signal of pleasure through your entire body making you clench.

The elevator stopped on another floor, a few people got inside, the hand of Jungkook on your ass went unnoticed. When you arrived to your apartment floor without any suspicion of the other people around you, Jungkook and you made your way out to your apartment door. You are about to tap the code but Jungkook’s hand was already on it, tapping the numbers quickly.

Once inside you turned to him to talk.

“Jungkook I-“ you started to say but got interrupted by Jungkook lips on yours, his hot sticky tongue entering your mouth with sensual aggression.”Mhhn” you mumbled.

His hands on your waist, firmly grabbing you.

You two separated to breath creating a weak string of saliva that connected your mouths together.

“You want me to not worry about this situation, is that right?” he whispered with his hot breath blowing slightly in your face, you look at him helpless and nodded.

“Then make me not to worry” Jungkook said to you with dark orbits staring at you with lust in them “Make me forget that that call even happened” he got closer and set a short kiss on your parted lips, you looked at him while he walked to the sofa and opened his legs, his arms spread as he was about to have a lot of fun, then he arched his pierced eyebrow.

You knew what he was implying, your wet underwear was proof of that.

So you walked in front of him and kneeled, pulled your hair back and your hands touching with painfully slow movements his muscular thigs, you eventually unzipped his pants, palming first the shape of his dick over his underwear, you uncover his member and an excited swollen cock jumps to Jungkook bellybutton which makes him low moan.

You take his dick with both hands and spit on in, you watch your drool drizzle to his length and then you make eye contact as you are about to lick the tip. Jungkook is looking at you like a lost puppy, cheeks a little red and his lower lip captured by his teeth.

You go ahead and lick the pre-seminal liquid then slowly you put it in your mouth and apply some pressure with your tongue, he moaned again.

You start to suck all his length, your hand firmly on the base of his dick.

“F-fuck” he moaned collecting all your hair with his hand “Just like that” he said choking on another moan.

You were dedicated to your task giving him the pleasure that he required.

He was getting more and more worked up as you went a little faster.

“Yn, I’m ‘bout to cum-ah fuck” he said trying to control his heavy breathing, you give him a long suck with all his length in your mouth, and that send him.

You felt his hot semen in your mouth and you drank like it was juice.

“Yn, come here” he said out of breath, and you made your way to his lap, both of you sharing a passionate kiss, Jungkook pulling down your shorts with your help, once you were on underwear, he sneaked in his hand rubbing his palm on your slit, emphasizing the pressure on your clit, making you moan.

His fingers started to penetrate your pussy, your hips moving up and down without shame, Jungkook smacked your ass.

“You are a filthy whore, aren’t you?” he said looking at your eyes “you keep jumping on my fingers like that” he said to you while he took the string of your panty, stretch it and let go of it, whipping your ass once again, the pain turning to pleasure.

“Jungkook!” you exclaimed rolling your eyes back when your orgasm finally arrived.

“There you go” he said proud when he look his fingers soaked with your pleasure, he took the rest of his clothes off and you did the same, both desperate.

He took you from behind, his dick sliding in your pussy with a quick stroke.

He was fucking you senseless, his hips smacking your ass with energy, you felt his assertion of dominance with every thrust and every squeeze of his hand on your hip.

“hmm” you mumbled sounding and looking like a complete mess.

“Fucking take it, whore” he said spanking your ass “Yes-ah you like it” he said moaning.

You felt your high coming close, Jungkook’s dick hitting the spot that made you scream.

“I’m cumming” you manage to say, Jungkook suddenly got out of you and turned you around, face to face he put his dick inside of you again and started again to move.

“hmm Yn” he moaned looking at your eyes, his stare was intense enough to send another bolt of pleasure to your womb, Jungkook put his hand on your throat and put a little of pressure not completely letting you out of breath.

That send you the final stroke of pleasure that awarded you with an intense orgasm, he pulled out his dick just in time to spill his seed on your belly.

Both took a few seconds to process the big wave of pleasure that you just had.

Jungkook by your side his breath on your neck and your hand on caressing his hair.

“I love you, Yn” he whispered tenderly.

“me too” you responded looking at the ceiling, confusion on your head as it was usual.

…………………………………….

 The morning arrived and Jungkook was no less than a gentleman, waking Yn up with kisses and loving words, cooking her breakfast, taking a shower with her but soon after that he had to go due to a call from his job.

Jungkook kissed Yn goodbye and went his way leaving now Yn alone with her mess once again.

Yn runs to her room and grabs her purse to find the blank notebook, she opens it and run her finger through the empty pages.

Yn decides to call Seokjin to arrange a meeting, he responds very quick.

“Yn, what can I do for you?” Seokjin asked.

“I would like to see you this afternoon, are you free?”

“Yes of course, I got a feeling it’s about the notebook thing”

“It actually is, you see, I got no idea how to even start”

“it’s okay, then it might be better for you to come to my home”

“i’m a little scared” Yn confessed biting her lip with nervousness.

“Don’t worry, you can trust me” Seokjin assured her “Do you want me to pick you up?”

“No, that would be too much, let me take a taxi or something”

When Yn arrived to Seokjin’s house she was no less nervous than when she was on the phone, Seokjin took noticed and decided to make her some food so that she could relax a little before the session.

“Wow you are putting on an apron and everything” Yn teased Jin, then she washed her hands and started to cut some veggies.

“I would say that I’m almost a professional at this” Jin responded cutting the meat.

After some preparation and a show off of Jin’s cooking skills Yn asked him:

“So you had jump timelines quite a few times…why did you stay on this one? Were the others that bad?” Jin looked at her direction and almost smiled but he went back to check the boiling pots.

“This might not be the perfect timeline, but the other ones were not any better, either way my sister was dead because of me in every single one including this one too, I guess I just gave up” Jin said with look in his face that could only be described as sadness.

“I’m sorry” Yn could only say “If that’s the reason that kept jumping timelines then you should not give up..” Yn tried to grab his arm with gentleness but Seokjin turned around to be face to face with her.

“I’m afraid, Yn” Jin confessed “is just heart breaking when you found yourself yet in another reality and is not…” Jin sighted and turned off the kitchen. “Lets eat, I need you strong for what is to come”

Yn was amazed by Jin’s culinary skills and bite after bite she could not help herself to reassure Jin that it was the best dish she has had in a good while. After eating they went to the living room and chat for a few minutes, the Jin looked at her serious.

“Yn, you have to be intoxicated to do this” Jin said to her setting the notebook in front of her.

“If it is the only way…”

“Don’t take it lightly, if you are going to do this you need drugs, last time I desperately tried to jump I had an overdose” Jin said with a cold tone, Yn looked at him astonished.

“You know Jin, I think I have died in the other realities so what can be worse than that?”

Jin nodded and brought to her a pill and water; Yn took it.

“Write everything you been through down, soon enough you’d be on a trance and then… well you’ll see”

Yn took the pen and stated to write, her head started spinning and her reality started distorting once again to every little moment that she has had so far. Her hand writing everything down, the incident, the cold-blooded murder, the jump, the new realities.

Soon the pages started to fill and her head was on roof with the pleasant sensations that came with the high of drugs.

“Yn, you need to read what your higher self has written down” Jin said to her watching her closely “Don’t lose concentration!”

Yn look at him with a lost stare but a call from reality focus her once more on her objectives, she passed the pages of the notebook that were no longer empty, she choose a page and started reading.

July 28, 20xx

I finally graduated, my mom came all the way here, I want to feel happy but everything doesn’t feel right, Jungkook is in prison for murdering Chanyeol, he is not coming out for a long time, his mom took the decision to end her life in the process, Jungkook doesn’t have no one apart from me and his friends that can’t visit him because their own bad blood with the police, I visit him whenever I can but I’m starting to feel like I should move on, I can’t waste my life in waiting for him when he still has another 15 years to go, I have this job offer in Hong Kong and I plan to take it and if it doesn’t work out then I would try in Europe.

February 6, 20xx

I just found out that Jungkook came out of prison, I saw it in a small news article, he came out 5 years before I had planned, something about his good behavior, I’m far away from Korea and I’m married to Jackson now he treats me well and it’s completely different from him, it’s easy to remember what the truth nature of Jungkook really is after all and putting that into contrast with the kind, educated, respectful self that is Jackson, we might try for a baby this year and I can’t wait to let the past go.

January 19, 20xx

I’ve been back in Korea against my will for 4 years now, Jungkook’s power over the mafia just go bigger and stronger, prison changed him forever, I will never forgive him for killing Jackson, my resentment grows every day and it’s scary but I now I encounter that this resentment is getting extended to the children I procreated with the monster, Dohyung just looks too much like him  and is expected to be his heir, when my daughter Eunpyo is in my arms I just cry because she cannot be free from this shit situation, Jungkook is just too powerful now, and I can’t do anything without him watching my every move, I don’t care about all this money tinted by blood I just want my simple life in Hong Kong back.

August 31, 20xx

I’m currently hiding in London, I could not take it anymore, the kids would be better without me anyway, I couldn’t be very sufficient as a mother in such conditions and with this depression, Jungkook must be pissed off but I don’t care, his overbearing control over everything in my life has led me to this decision, luckily I’m under this mafia guy protection, he might be a criminal just as Jungkook but he is vastly different and he set me free, if Jungkook dares to find me I would not think it twice and end everything, I will never come back with him.

Yn stopped reading and ran to the nearest bathroom to vomit; Jin runs after her to help her with the hair.

“I can’t stay here, there is no way” she cried after she washed herself, Jin glued to her side.

“Drink this, you will feel better” Jin passed her a cup of tea.

“I want out, how can I do it, Jin?” Yn asked sipping the cup.

“All you will do right now is rest, we can figure that out later” Jin told her.

“You don’t understand everything is about to crumble down, I just don’t want to be here anymore” Yn said tears running down her face.

“Not now, Yn” Jin severed.

Yn’s cellphone started to ring, she took the device and glance at it with dread.

“It’s Jungkook” she said to Jin with tears still in her eyes.

“He doesn’t treat you well, yn?” Jin asked but before Yn answered his question, she picked up the call.

“Where are you, Yn? I thought that you would be on your apartment?” Jungkook asked her with a neutral tone.

“I was with Hajoon, I’m on my way home” Yn lied biting her lip.

“Alright, do you want me to pick you up?”

“No, I’m about to take the subway, I can’t talk right now, see you there” Yn ended the call and sighted.

“He doesn’t treat you well, yn?” Jin asked again serious.

“Jin, he is the reason why I can’t stay here” Yn confessed “But right now I have to continue the show, until I can jump successfully into another timeline”

“Yn are you sure you want to comeback to him?”  Jin worried gaze met your eyes.

“Right now, I have to, but I’d be waiting on your call to do jumping, okay?” Yn said standing up, Jin stood up as well.

“At least let me give you a ride home”

……………………..

When Yn entered the apartment, she found Jungkook playing videogames on his phone, as soon as he noticed her presence, he smiled at her and kept playing. Yn’s head was still spinning and soon she felt bad again.

When her stomach warned her, Yn ran to the bathroom to vomit again, Jungkook took notice and ran to her side.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook asked her with a worried tone.

“Yeah, I just think certain kind of liquors are too strong for me” Yn lied and washed herself.

“You were feeling bad and your friends could not get you a taxi?” Jungkook scoffed “I told you countless times that you are better on you own…” Jungkook said.

Yn took a shower and then went straight to sleep.

At the morning Jungkook woke up Yn bringing her a cup of coffee with an blank expression on his face while he sat at the edge of the bed.

“Thank you” Yn said sipping her coffee, she tried as much as possible to explain her sick state of yesterday.

Jungkook nodded still resilient to look at her eyes.

“I don’t have nothing to do right now” Jungkook said with a low tone, Yn look at him and bit her lip, she was planning to visit Jin but with Jungkook around…

“Oh really?” Yn asked doing her best effort to hide her annoyance.

Jungkook nodded again.

“Maybe we could go for a walk later?” Jungkook suggested, Yn did not have any credible excuse to reject his plans so she nodded back in response.

“good” he said getting close to you and giving you a small peck on the lips.

You look at him as he made his way out of the room, when he wanted to he could be such a sweet guy, but it didn’t matter because now you are fully aware of the monster he was and will be if you continue with this.

……………

The ride on the motorcycle was quiet, the whole day has been pretty quiet apart from some small talk so when you two arrive to the well know childhood park you know he is will try to give some kind of talk.

As soon as you got off the bike Jungkook grabbed your hand and you started walking, Jungkook guide you until you sat on the bench in front of the butterfly statue.

“You know I care about you, right?” Jungkook said all of the sudden, to turn to see his expression.

“I know” Yn responded, deep inside she wanted to believe him but it was a lost cause.

“Then why do you make me worry so much, Yn?” Jungkook said raising his tone “Damn it’s hard to trust you when lately you behave like that” Jungkook look to the ground, disappointment and frustration in his voice.

“It’s been a hell of a week” Yn said more to herself than to Jungkook.

“That’s all you got to say?” Jungkook turned to her clearly pissed off “You come home all fuck up and your explanation is that?!”

“Jungk-“

“And that shady behavior when that fucking bastard called you the other day!”

“Look, Jungkook it’s complicated okay?” You told him off “I haven’t feeling myself lately and I have so much confusion in my head that I just been acting on impulse for the past days” Yn spoke her true self, what she actually was feeling, saying it out loud was a different kind of awakening.

“And what the hell does that mean?” Jungkook asked scrunching his face.

“Well, you know…mm” Yn tried to think well how to say the next sentence “Jungkook maybe I just need some time on my own to figure out my life because frankly every time I’m with you there is some very dramatic experiences that stress the fuck out of me”

Jungkook look at her with this deep stare his already dark eyes opening up and getting even darker.

Then Jungkook scoffed loudly.

“Yn I want you to rethink what you just said and then explain to me what the fuck is going on”

It was the tone he used that was making Yn’s patience evaporate.

“I don’t need to rethink anything, Jungkook” Yn defied him with a look “I need a break from this, it’s honestly mentally exhausting”

“Are you out of your mind, Yn? You are truly asking me that?!” Jungkook spoke with fast emotions quickly possessing him like a maniac.

 “Yes!” Yn continued to escalate the situation “it would be beneficial not only for me but for y-“

“For who else? That bitch of Chanyeol?” Jungkook said raising internal alarms in Yn’s mind “Are you fucking that bastard and that’s why you are pulling this shit show?!” Jungkook asked you grabbing your arm, you tried to pull away but it was no use.

“No! I told you a thousand times that he is just part of the university administration!” you said while clearly struggling against his force. “Let go of me!”

“I’m gonna kill that fucking bastard” He said completely serious.

“Stop Jungkook you are behaving like your father!”

Slap.

Jungkook let go of your arm while you turn to look at him with a tears in your eyes, your body still in shock of what just happened.

Jungkook quickly realized what he did and instant regret was visible. He rushed to grab your face gently, while he inspected the redness of your cheek.

“Yn, I did not want to-“

“Shut up!” you screamed while breaking free from his touch “I don’t want you near me!” you spited, Jungkook opened up his eyes in panic.

“Yn, it was a mistake I just-“

“I don’t care, I don’t fucking care” you said again raising your voice when suddenly a loud engine catch both of your attention and a motorcycle stops just besides your street. It was Seokjin.

“Yn!” Jin screams your name and you don’t have to think twice, your body just moves towards him without hesitation and at great speed. Jungkook almost doesn’t react until you got on behind Seokjin, that’s when he runs towards his own motorcycle. But by that time Seokjin had already drive away with you firmly attached to his back.

“Hold on” Jin said to you, while you hugged him tight tears on your eyes, thanking him with your heart.

But then the engine of Jungkook’s bike roar just behind you.

Jungkook is coming closer and he is not going to stop.

Your heart is racing a hundred miles per hour.

What would happen if Jungkook finally reach you?

#jungkook x reader #jungkook bts #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook #jeon jungkook smut #jungkook fic #jungkook fanfic #jungkook angst #bangtan smut #bangtang mafia #jungkook mafia au #jungkook x y/n #bts jk #bts x reader

[poptarstarrz]

Please Don't Love Me || KNJ

Preview

Paring: Namjoon × fem!reader.

Warnings: Vary for each chapter.

Summary: She only feels pretty when someone else says is and he feels useless unless used and in all the wrong ways.

Where a woman who only does one-night stands and a man whose work life is monotonous meet and make each other face everything they don't want to.

You're pretty. You know this, you can look into a mirror and see beauty.

Yet.

You only feel loved and worthy when someone tells you that you're pretty. To feel that broken sliver of what feels like love. You're reality of love.

You have such a terrible idea of love that you go out too many night a week to go and obtain what feels like love to you. One-night stand after one-night stand that make you feel whole for a night until you feel empty again. The sex and the praise making you feel like you deserve what love could be. To be full and to be happy.

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That's why you were sitting in a bar waiting for a catch of something good. You scan the full bar, while dressed in a revealing two piece set. Purple top and skirt riding up just enough to show what you needed.

Scanning the area you saw what looked like a good time. His dark features and casual clothes pulled you in.

You were extroverted so confidence was easy and you adored the attention. That's why you walked over to his seat and placed your ass on the seat next to him and giggled to look less forward.

Men don't like confident women you had come to find out.

"That's a cute outfit" his voice sounded warm."Really! Thank you. You're the first person to say anything about it" you lied. "Can I be the last too" he turned his full body towards you.

"Maybe if you buy me a drink or two" it was working perfectly all you had to do was sit and look pretty

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You unzipped the back of your top sitting on the bed. "Mm you are so, hot" the dark man grabbed your chin and tilted it to look at him. "Well why don't I warm you up!" your hands traveled down his clothed body.

Your fingers catching on the hem of his jeans. You felt his belt and dragged your fingers to the buckle. Undoing his belt and unzipping his pants with your teeth. You looked up at him as you blew a warm breath on his cock through his boxers.

"Ughh I bet you'll be such a good slut for me" he groaned and you rolled your eyes. "Don't, call me slut" you palmed him through his boxers.

"Yeah? then is whore better" he grabbed the back of you hair making you face up. "Actually" you undid his grasp and sat up. "I liked to be praised but that doesn't matter because I'm not turned on anymore." You zip up the back of your top. It haven't even been taken off yet what a fucking pity.

You stood up and started grabbing your things. "Wait-hey where are you going" he grabbed your wrist. "I'm leaving you're just not my type"

"Oh because I called you a slut I'm now not your type" you yanked your arm free. "Yes" and with that you left and shut the door to the motel without listening any further.

"Fuck I really needed to get laid" you huffed as you walked down the sidewalk I into the once again busy streets...

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Namjoon just got off work feeling dreadful. Not only was he getting butt fucked by investors but his friends kept bothering him at an important meeting.

He left the office building and drove off down the streets of a very busy city.

Namjoon knew he was useful. He could tell himself the he was useful and respected and it would be proven.

Yet.

He only wanted to be used. He felt so useless in reality and needed someone to tell him he was useful and to use him.

He slaved away at his work becoming the best of the best. It's what made him "useful" but the more he went on the more useless he felt. So he craved the instant gratification that he got from somebody else.

He was driving when he saw a girl dressed to show more than hide type of clothing with a desperate look. He wasn't trying to be pervy, no.

He slowed in the less busy street and rolled down the window. "Want a ride?" The girl sized him up best she could. While he was sitting in the car.

Nice car, handsome face, and a desperate look. Something she was looking for.

"Just a ride" she cocked an eyebrow with a smile. It was true though Namjoon didn't just want to give her a ride he wanted her to ride. Him. Obviously.

"Maybe" he smile and she saw his dimples in the dim lighting of the streets. "Doesn't sound terrible. I'll get in" she walked up to his car and open the door. Carefully shutting it behind her.

"Where do you want to go?" Namjoon started driving again as she fastened her seat belt.

"How about your place"

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[btshatesyou]

BTS x hybrid!reader: Broken Wings (chapter 1)

Pairings: y/n x Jungkook

Other tags: gender-neutral reader, bird hybrid, warning language, and minor violence.

Plot: You were a bird hybrid. You had beautiful yellow wings and a love of singing. You were raised in a lab with other Hybrids and were often mistreated by the scientist until one day...

"Watch where you are going!" A man shouts at me. I keep my head down and avoid him. I can't risk getting caught and being sent back. Hybrids like me were kept as pets and I wanted to be free.

He grabs my arm and throws me on the ground. I can feel my wings break underneath my coat that I stole. I needed something to protect myself so I grabbed this as I escaped.

"Hey!" A voice yells from the dark ally way. A man emerges and walks over. I roll around in pain. He picks me up, "do not treat them like that!" The man grumbles and walks away.

"Are you okay?"

"No, I think I broke something..." I stare down at my feet.

"Let's get you somewhere safe..." He leads me to his apartment and I thank him.

"My name is Jeon Jung-kook, what is yours?"

I cry, "it is y/n, no one has ever been this nice to me..."

He smiles and pats my head, "there, there. Where does it hurt?"

"My wings... I think they are broken. I may never be able to fly again."

His eyes widen and then he grows silent, moving away from me. He tears off my coat revealing my yellow wings. Jungkook curses under his breath. "yeah, this looks pretty bad. What are you? a hybrid or something?"

"Yes. I escaped." I do not know why, but I trusted him. I begin to sing as it helps me calm down.

His nostrils flare, "shut the fuck up you ugly ass bird! I hate singing! Your wings suck!" He runs at me and picks me up, he throws me out the window.

END OF CHAPTER ONE :)

A/N: Hope you enjoyed chapter 1 :) I know I did!

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[keullaesigbeogeo]

My Empress- Min Yoongi

Type: Fluff

Word Count: 1.8k +

Summary: Suga and you are together as boyfriend and girlfriend, but you don’t know about him being the Emperor.

He pushed you against the ground, slightly hovering over you.

“Don’t make a sound.” he whispered as the door suddenly opened. Guards started storming in, yelling words in a different language, everything sounding like gibberish to you. A guard slowly started walking up to where both of you were laying.

Your eyes started moving around quickly before you started moaning out loud, jabbing him in the stomach to make him do the same. He caught on and did the same. The guard opened the door to the room you guys were in before immediately closing it with a blushing face and walking away. You quickly pushed him off of you before glaring at him.

His body was propped up, looking oddly relaxed. “Do you wanna tell me why there were palace guards chasing you?”

“Suga! Can you get the laundry?” You yelled as you hung up the laundry. He walked up behind you with the big brown basket. He placed it on the ground before helping you hang everything up, finishing half of it before hugging you from the back.

“How about we have some fun after this?” He whispered into your ear.

You snorted before flicking him on his forehead. “Are you stupid? The guards are scheduled to do their yearly inspection today.”

His face turned pale, almost becoming white. “T-Today?” 

You nodded your head. “Yeah… what’s wrong?” He shook his head, his breaths slowly starting to get shaky.

“It’s nothing.” He continued hugging you, nestling his head in your shoulder. You lightly shrugged before continuing to hand up your clothes, not noticing his uneasy eyes.

Later:

“See you later!” Suga yelled at you while walking off. You smiled before waving your hand. He was heading home. You always wondered where he lived, but whenever you asked him, he avoided the question. So you just go with it now. Just as he left, some palace guards walked up to her.

“Hello Miss. I’m Seokjin, and his is Hoseok.” Seokjin formally told her while bowing.

“Hey!” Hoseok yelled while bowing down energetically. “You can call us Jin and J-Hope though!” He seemed like a little ball of sunshine, making you immediately like him. You smiled at both of them.

“Hello Jin and J-Hope. Would you like to come in?” You asked.

They nodded their heads. “If you don’t mind, yes. We need to check around.” You nodded your head, allowing them inside. They looked around for sometime, looking underneath the couch, and even in the pantry. Once they finished, they walked towards you and bowed before Jin handed you a slip of paper from his pocket. 

“Thank you Miss. You’ve passed the annual inspection.” You took the paper from him. “Please hand this to the guards coming over here later.” They both left, leaving you with the slip of paper.

“Are they gone?” You jumped, your heart not beating.

“What the fuck Suga! You almost gave me a heart attack!”

He laughed before pulling you closer, kissing you. “I think you mean it the other way…” You started at him in confusion. “Nothing… Did you by any chance get a slip of paper from the two guards who came here?”

You nodded your head. “Yeah, it’s weird though. They usually don’t give these.”

“Can I see the slip?” You gave him the slip, watching him read it. He whistled. “Damn… a slip to see the King himself.” Your eyes widened.

“Fucking hell! Let me see that!” You grabbed that, wondering if he was telling the truth.

“It’s not very lady-like to cuss ya-know.” You stuck your tongue out at him before reading the paper.  “Oh my god, Suga!” You started freaking out. “What the heck does someone wear to see the King?”

He smiled before pulling out something wrapped in brown paper from his robe. “Wear this.” You opened the bag to see the prettiest dress you’ve ever seen. It was a black and white dress, very rare to come by in your kingdom.

You gasped in surprise. “Where did you get this, Suga? It’s beautiful!”

“I have my ways.” He kissed your on your cheek before walking away. You stared at his figure. Why was he being so mysterious today? You heard a knock on the door before you opened it to see two different palace guards.

“Hello Ma’am. I’m Jungkook and this is Jimin. We’re here to see your paper.” You handed them the slip of paper that Suga gave back to you before leaving. Jimin took your paper before reading it and handing it back to you, nodding his head at Jungkook.

“Would you be fine with us escorting you, Miss?” Jimin questioned. 

“Sure, just give me a minute to get changed.” You quickly ran to your room before changing into the dress Suga gave you, wearing your white diamond clip in your hair. You walked out and stood in front of them. “I’m ready.” All of you started walking, Jungkook taking you onto his horse behind him.

The wind felt good as it blew through your hair, making your dress blow behind you beautifully. The ride ended as soon as it started, Jungkook helping your off of his horse. “This is where we leave you.” Jungkook bowed down, Jimin following him.

“See you later Miss!” Jimin yelled while he and Jungkook walked off with their horses in tow. You watched them before taking a quick breath and walking into the palace, looking around, taking everything in. The palace was beautiful, everything clean and shining brightly.

“Hey!” They was a whisper-shout come from behind you. You turned around to see Suga crouching down behind a pillar.

“Suga? What are you doing here?” He ignore your question, pulling you towards him, behind the pillar. He made a shushing motion, pointing at some of the guards. They seemed to be looking for someone. 

“Over there!” A guard pointed at us behind the pillar. “Taehyung, go take your group to get them. I’ll take my group through the back.” The man yelled while running the opposite way, Taehyung and his group running towards us.

“Shit… run!” Suga yelled while running away, pulling you with him. He easily maneuvered through the palace before stopping at a little house-like structure in the garden. He pulled your in there before pushing you into a room, following you. 

“Where did they go?” You heard the Taehyung man ask. 

“I don’t know.” The other man from earlier replied to his question.

“Namjoon, can you check here? We’ll go back to the front.”

“Sure.” You could hear multiple footsteps run away while others came towards your hiding spot.

Suga quickly moved further back into the room. He pushed you against the ground, slightly hovering over you.

“Don’t make a sound.” he whispered as the door suddenly opened. Guards started storming in, yelling words in a different language, everything sounding like gibberish to you. A guard slowly started walking up to where both of you were laying.

Your eyes started moving around quickly before you started moaning out loud, jabbing him in the stomach to make him do the same. He caught on and did the same. The guard opened the door to the room you guys were in before immediately closing it with a blushing face and walking away. You quickly pushed him off of you before glaring at him.

His body was propped up, looking oddly relaxed. “Do you wanna tell me why there were palace guards chasing you?”

“You’ll see later, let’s first get you to the ceremony.” You sighed before nodding your head.

“But you better tell me later.” You threatened. He grinned at your tiny body.

“Got it.” He quickly gave you directions to where to go before disappearing. You groaned. Why does he keep on doing that? You walked to the place he told you to go to, people staring at you and whispering.

“Where do you think she got those clothes?”

“Aish, she’s so pretty…”

“If she’s here for the Emperor, we’re all going to lose.”

You were puzzled at what they were talking about but walked up to where your name was on the ground. You stood there, blocking out the occasional whisper about you.

There was a loud bell ringing before someone took the stage. “Hello everyone. Today we will be concluding the tryouts for Empress.” Your eyes enlarged. Empress? But I already like someone. “All of you here today have either from a good background or were chosen directly by his Highness.” There was a soft reaction from the crowd at this.

“His Highness choose someone specifically?” Everyone got silent as the announcer continued speaking. “The following women, please step forward.” He started calling names, you started playing with your fingers before he called you out. Your body shook ever so slightly as you walked up towards the podium.

A total of seven girls were called, including you. Another bell rang before everyone started bowing, you following them, acting like you knew what to do. A figure walked out of a shaded area surrounded by guards. He was wearing black and white just like you, making it seem like you were matching. He walked up towards the seven of you standing in a line before lightly pulling you towards him and kissing you.

The crowd gasped as he pulled away, taking your dumbfounded self towards the palace.

As he pulled you into a bedroom, you let him drag you to the bed before sitting down, patting the bed next to him. You sat down, shocked but understanding what was happening.

“Suga… are you…. the Emperor?” His eyes looked into yours before he nodded his head. 

“Yeah… I'm sorry for not telling you earlier… I was just scared. I thought that’d you leave me. I know that you might not like me because of what happened to your family and-” You cut him off by swiftly pecking his lips.

“Suga… I’d never be mad at you or anything. What happened to my family isn’t your fault. But I that doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t tell me things like this.” You were sad, yes. But you accepted the fact that he was doing this all for you.

He beamed at you, giving you one of his biggest smiled you’ve ever seen before it slowly turned into a smirk. He moved closer before moving his hands up and down you waist, placing his forehead on yours, connecting your lips.

“Will you do the honor of being my queen?” You blushed before looking down and nodding. He pulled your body closer before kissing you, his mouth molding with yours. Your mouth immediately opened in a moan, his tongue quickly filling up the gap. You moved your tongue against his, slowly moving your body against his.

You heard him let out what sounded like growl before he not-so-lightly pushed you onto the bed. Your eyes looked around uneasily, scared of what might happen.

He seemed to understand what was going on in your head before he started speaking. “Don’t worry My Empress. I’ll take responsibility.” You felt your face get red again as your body started to feel hot, he slowly pulled off your robe, his following right behind yours. “Tonight you are all mine.”

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[bangtangalicious]

death valley (m) | part 10

summary: a summer internship at a famous record label turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize

pairing: ot7 x f.reader smut ft: yoongi x reader, namjoon x reader, jimin x reader

genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au

wordcount: 10k

warnings: reader discretion advised. smut over the cut, rough sex, choking, hair pulling, penetrative sex, obsessive, possessive yandere themes, daddy kink, dom!jimin, degradation...like mean, anger kink?, EDGING, manipulation, toxic relationship dynamics, mutual masturbation, WHINY joon, breast play, dom!yoongi, a lot of kissing, groping, partying with hobi, guns, shootings, car chase, paranoia/fear, reader is BADASS, lying, drug/alc use & reference, betrayal, cheating, slight angst, pet names, fingering, oral, light spanking , impreg kink (slight)

part 0 | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | finale (lite) | finale (dark) part 11 | part 12 | part 13 | series navi | masterlist |

F L A S H B A C K—

There was something incredibly comforting about the way the water was pounding onto your back as you sat on the shower floor, hugging your knees to your chest. The steam scalded the back of your scalp as you attempted to wash away the horrors of your rendezvous at Death Valley.

You were uneasy, Jimin had been a bit too eager to find you, to act as though you hadn’t literally tried to end his life the night before in an impulsive bought of confusion. You wondered if he was pretending, because for you, it was eating you up alive. How could you shoot the man you dedicated years of your life to? Hours on end just dreaming about a second glance from him for what?

You almost slipped as you stepped out of the marbled space. A catchy beat broke you out of your daze, as you slowly walked into the living room.

There he was—shirt off, sweat dripping down his body, adding a dewy glimmer to the chains that lay loosely across his toned neck— settled behind his drum set. He wasn’t looking anywhere particular as he nodded his head to the rhythm. He was laser focused, jaw tight as he moved the drumsticks with an effortless flick of his wrists.

Jimin finally became aware of your presence, placing his palms to halt the vibrations of the drums.  He swiveled on the stool towards you, thighs spread wide, bending forward to pick up his water bottle.

He looked up at you, panting, lips parted enough for you to see how he slightly ran his lip over them. He smirked, taking a sip. Water trickled down the edges of his thick lips.

His eyes were locked on yours, teasing you—no, daring you. The sweat from his hair misted onto the floor as he pushed back his tangled locks.

Patting his lap, he motioned for you “Come here” He waited as you settled yourself onto him, his arms immediately reaching out to grip your waist over your flimsy robe.

“I could get used to this” His voice was laced with mischief, dragging his lips onto to your neck. “Seeing you naked every day” He nipped at the bottom of your jaw, sucking as you tilted your head for him. “Fucking you in the shower”

You let out a sharp gasp as he slid your robe off, palming your breasts. He brushed his calloused thumbs over your nipples, lightly curling his fingers around your flesh. Your chest gleamed with pleasure, a burning ecstasy coursing through your veins.

“Jimin” You whined as he kissed the top of your chest. His gaze wavered between your eyes and lips. He could see how much he affected you, loving the soft whimpers that you made with his every touch. The pleading look in your eyes, begging for more.

He watched as you stood, pulling him up with you before he spun you until your elbows held you up against the wall. Deep down Jimin was hurt, not so much by your attempt to kill him, but by the fact that you didn’t believe him over a lowlife like Jeon Jungkook.

“Ungrateful slut” He muttered, taking a moment to admire your ass as his hands slid up your spine, wrapping around your neck. He couldn’t understand you. He sang for you in front of the whole world. Showed you off like you were his queen every chance he got. You are Park Jimin’s girlfriend, everyone knew that. But despite all that, you betrayed him.

“You’ve been a bad girl. You don’t deserve my cock” His grip tightened, and you cursed with pleasure, loving the way his slender fingers felt stealing your breath away. How did you not realize how many others would kill to be where you were? How were you not on your knees for him every night? Who the hell did you think you were?

“Please Jimin...just fuck me” He left a tight slap on your ass, grinning while his teeth grazed over the side of your face.

“Why should I, huh? You trashy slut. I know about you and Yoongi.” His palm smacked you again, this time clawing into you after the impact “You’ve been screwing him, haven’t you?”

You whined, nodding as a fucked out expression overtook you. The roll of his hips riling you up with just enough friction to leave you desperately unsatisfied.

“Bet you found out how rich he was and seduced him like the greedy whore you are. Bouncing on his cock like a brainless bitch every damn night” His voice boomed against your ear. The look in his eyes was petrifying. Pulling his cock out, he lined himself up to your throbbing heat.

“Eyes on me babygirl” Jimin forced your face towards his. He was incredibly thick pushing inside you, filling you up to a point it was painful.

“You want daddy to be angry, don’t you Y/n? You like it. Turns you on, doesn’t it?” His grip on your neck tightened more, more and more until you were frantically choking for air. He began to drag his cock out of your tight hole, pussy clenching at the absence of his length before he thrusted back in.

“I asked you a fucking question” He let you go, allowing you to gasp for a dizzying breath as his hands slid to cover your bouncing tits, holding them firmly in place.

“Y...yes” You whined, unsuccessfully attempting to stabilize yourself. You cursed with each push, loving the stretch of how deep he filled you up, pounding against you like an animal. “I feel really good...daddy...feel so good” You spurt out, words muffled against the glass.

You clenched your eyes shut, elongated moans hiking in pitch with every fluid flex of his hips. His fingers dug into you, kisses nipping at the nape of your neck. He could feel your pussy clamp down around his length, quivering with wetness. He could hear it— the needy squelching of your cunt, swallowing him in.

“Don’t you dare cum. Or I swear to god” He began pulling you back to meet each thrust, pushing so impossibly deep it had your eyes bulging.

You could feel the pressure building as your pussy throbbed with want. Jimin forced his lips onto yours, swallowing your disgruntled cries. He didn’t stop pummeling into you, driving you closer and closer to the edge.

“Don’t” He growled loudly, fingers sliding down to rub your clit. Your vision went blank, everything was hot. You couldn’t think, you couldn’t breathe, all you wanted to do was cum. You screamed out desperately, barely able to hold on any longer.

“Daddy please let me cum” You whimpered, body shaking. You gave him the cutest, poutiest expression you could conjure “Let baby cum please. Please I’ll be good I promise...daddy please”

He gritted his teeth, "I said no. If you’re a good girl then you’ll listen”

“Please daddy!” You screamed out, lips parted, covered in drool as your eyes rolled back. “Need...to cum. I can’t—” You gasped loudly, tears rolling down your face as his thumb continued to assault your tingling clit, “Jimin...I can’t—”

You felt hot, flushed as he fucked you through and through, taking his other hand back to pinch your breasts, making you scream.

“Hurts doesn’t it?” Jimin seethed, breathing hard against your jaw “Imagine how I feel then, knowing you cheated on me after everything I’ve done for you”

“I’m s...sorry” Jimin gripped your neck, slamming your forehead into the wall.

“You’re sorry? It’s a bit late for that.” Jimin’s hand slid to your stomach, rubbing ticklish circles with the tips of his fingers “I’m gonna fuck you up until you’re all bloated for me...Let’s see what Yoongi does then huh? Let’s see how he feels seeing you nice and full of me”

“Goddd..with your pretty tits so big and full and..” Jimin growled, the thought driving him into a feverish frenzy. “All for me...because of me”

Your lips parted as you felt your pleasure pile like a ticking time bomb within you, body twitching all over. You swore you were on fire, body melting with sweat and desperation. “Jimin I can’t hold on”

He moaned out, cursing loudly as he came, face buried in your hair as he pulled you back on his cock until he emptied out fully. You gasped for air as his hot seed filled your every crevice.

You sobbed, still on the very last verge of your high as you heard Jimin chuckle bitterly, pulling your head back.

“You deserved that”

P R E S E N T   D A Y—

You eyes jolted open, mind blank and heart aching with worry as you slowly registered where you were. Jimin’s head lay on your chest, lips parted onto your skin loosely. His arms around your waist, hugging you to him.

You tried to move, but his tight hold prevented you from leaving, the suffocation reminiscent of how security had pulled you back the previous night, stopping you from going with Yoongi to the ambulance. They claimed to have been given specific orders not to let you leave, and would not tell you where he was being taken.

The shrill screams of the ambulance sirens continued to ring in your ears, the chorus to your uncertainty. You were nauseous, a horrible bitterness churned within you. You rose, stretching briefly before pacing around Jimin’s room. You met your eyes in the mirror above his dresser, doing you best to ignore you disheveled state as you ran your fingers over his trinkets.

It was a small photo frame that caught your eye. You lifted it up to see a young Jimin, smiling wide, and next to him stood Yoongi with a smirk.

“Don’t touch that” You jumped in your skin as Jimin appeared in front of you, taking the frame. He seemed to scowl as he set it face down, hiding the picture from you.

“You and Yoongi were friends”

Jimin glared at you “Key word being were. You have a lot of audacity saying that bastard’s name around me”

“I’m curious...what were you really like back then?” Your fingers tugged back at the frame, to which Jimin grabbed the photo frame and threw it across the room. “How well did you know him?”

“Bold of you to think I’m gonna sit here in my own goddamn house and talk to my girlfriend about the man she cheated on me with. You’re fucking toxic” He inhaled sharply, shutting his eyes with curled fists before letting out a deep sigh. “Just...go get dressed. I scheduled an interview for the both of us”

“I’m not really feeling that good Jimin...”

Wedging your jaw between his thumb and palm, he shoved you harshly against the wall, head pulsing with pain as he gritted his teeth.

“Do I look like I care how you fucking feel? How about how I feel Y/n, because clearly you never care about that. You think can just play with my feelings and you’ve got me wrapped around your finger huh? It’s pretty traumatic, you know, having the love of your life want you dead even though you’ve done everything for her. Changed for her. Try so damn hard to be good for her. Saved her despite how much she kept lying to him.”

You were too shocked to respond, trying to get a hold of his misunderstandings. Your silence only ticked him off more, growling, his nails dug into your shoulders, harshly dragging you into the bathroom.

“Get the fuck off of me” You snapped, writhing under his hold, “How many times are you going to do this huh? I’m toxic? Really? Every other week you scream at me like this and then turn around being all romantic and shit. You’re fucked up” You spit on his face, “I said get OFF”

Your heart wrenched, thinking of how Taehyung had once told you to simply call for him if Jimin did anything you didn’t want him too. Taehyung, who always had your back. Taehyung, who was now dead. Dead. Because of the man in front of you.

You knee’d Jimin in the thigh, pushing him off with all your strength. Mentally thanked Namjoon for his brief boxing lesson as you swung at him. Jimin ducked, but you slid past him and ran for it. You arrived at his door, tugging incessantly, only to find it locked.

“Let me out of here! I don’t wanna stay here” You pounded on the door, to no avail as Jimin began to laugh.

“I told you once before, and I’ll say it again. Go ahead and throw your tantrums. If you don’t show up at that interview with me, I’ll ruin you.” He hissed.

“After all” He chuckled, “Celebrity sex tapes look worse on the girl than the guy you know. Especially if you cheat on the nation’s biggest rockstar. I’ve got options, you want...” He scrolled through his phone casually,  “Hobi in the shower? Jungkook in the elevator? Or my personal favorite, you sucking your boss’ cock, which would ruin both of you”

Damn hotel footage. You slid to the floor in defeat. Jimin crouched down, keeping a reasonable amount of distance. “You did this to yourself, all I ever did was love you”

You gave him the nastiest look you could conjure, which he readily ignored, heading to the bathroom himself. A few feet away you could see the photo of Yoongi and Jimin lying, shattered, a crack prominently over Yoongi’s figure.

-

What’s it like working with Park Jimin? Would you say he’s changed? Hobi wanted to roll his eyes. He had answered the same question about five times already as reporters frolicked over to him, waiting for their turn with the man of the hour, who sat currently in the spotlight, with you by his side.

He could still feel the smoke scarring his throat, inhaling dust as he had grabbed a fire extinguisher and sprayed it all over the lab the previous night. He had been shocked seeing Jimin, clutching his side, with Jin’s dead body next to him. Jimin had given him one explanation. One word to explain everything. Jungkook.

He hated that he was working with the brat, but knew that if he wanted to bring Yoongi down and take over, he needed Jimin’s help. Jimin was eager, desperate even, to help him, even offering to hand over his own assets.

Jimin wanted out. And seeing the way he looked at you—a soft fondness, gentle glimmer in his eyes, Hobi understood why.

He would likely have done the same.

Jimin had insisted he drag Jin’s body out and take him to the hospital. He can’t die. I need him alive. Do what you have to. Hobi had been hesitant, not only did he not care about Jin, nor understand his involvement, but moreso he knew there were stacks of cash stored away in the depths of Death Valley.

Jimin had given him a sinister grin. Let it burn.

That same man was now kissing your cheek, laughing forcibly at whatever the interviewer said, as if none of it had happened. Hobi knew you well enough to see that every word from your mouth was a blatant lie. There was no love in your eyes. Even so, Jimin fawned over you like a puppy.

Once Jimin left to change, Hobi tapped your shoulder. “Hey. Do you know where Yoongi is?” He whispered. “I’ve checked every fucking hospital in miles of here. I can’t find him”

The mention of his name was like a knife wound to the heart. You clenched your fists, trying your best to ignore the burning ache in your chest as you thought about how he looked, lifeless, on the floor. Hobi noticed your eyes widen, placing a hand on your shoulder reassuringly while noting the way you flinched at his touch.

“You know” You folded your arms over your chest, a bitter scowl planted on your face “I thought you were different. I didn’t think you were another greedy bitch like the rest of them, but you’re worse. You kidnapped me. You beat up Joon. You almost killed Jimin too. Betrayed Yoongi the second you could, how much did Jimin offer you to chase us huh? How much did you get for telling him the truth, something I trusted you with? I’m not fucking dumb Hobi.” 

Hobi gave you a guilty look seeing the utter disgust in your glare.

And then an idea hit you. “You’d do anything for money right?”

He pursed his lips. You already looked down on him, it wasn’t like he had anything to lose. “What do you need?”

“Jimin’s blackmailing me.” Hobi’s eyes flashed with concern, “He’s not letting me leave his sight, he has a video of me fucking...uh...” You paused, watching your words, “Yoongi...and he says he will leak it to the press. I need you to destroy it.”

Hobi gave you a warm smile, a hint of pity in his eyes. “Y/n...you should have just told me. I would do this for you anyways, you don’t need to pay me”

You shook your head “No. You’re doing a job for me, not a favor, alright? I happen to know where Yoongi has a bunch of cash stored, and I can tell you where it is” Hobi read between your words, nodding. “I can’t...give you anything else”

“It’s Namjoon isn’t it?” He chuckled bitterly, “You’re always talking about him, always so fucking worried about him. I should have seen it coming.”

“What? No? No. Namjoon and I are just friends”

“Whatever. I’ll see what I can do. I’ll be over at Jimin’s later anyways. We can talk then”

-

Jimin snorted a line of cocaine off his kitchen counter before turning to you, sitting idly on his couch and watching your interview air, a look of disgust on your face. “You did great by the way. A bunch of people wanna meet you, for sponsorship deals and whatnot. You’re hot shit. There’s a beach event I have to attend this evening, you’re expected to make an appearance”

He sat down by your side, kissing your cheek but you flinched. Your arms wrapped around your knees, hugging yourself, desperate for comfort. You felt alone, more alone than you ever had, even when you’d spent nights on your phone back in your own apartment, daydreaming.

“What’s wrong?” His eyes were sincere, and that was the sickening part. You knew he liked you, genuinely liked you. Despite this being true, his behavior made you exhausted. “If it’s about this morning...I’m sorry. You know I just say dumb stuff when I get upset” He placed his chin on your knees, blinking at you cutely.

You want him to leave you alone, you wanted to tell him off, but you had to play your cards right if you were going to escape and find Yoongi. “It’s okay.” Jimin leaned in. He kissed you fondly, you didn’t reciprocate.

“I’m not really in the mood Jimin” He sighed, resting his forehead against yours before nodding. He wrapped his arms around you, pressing his lips to the top of your head before you feel him humming softly.

Your heart skips a beat when you realize he’s humming one of his songs. One of your favorites. “I’m sorry baby” He mumbled into your neck, “Please forgive me. I love you, you know that right?” You didn’t respond, glancing at the clock and wondering when Hobi would get the job done.

“I know” You said blandly. Jimin shook your shoulders.

“Tell me what I can do” He pleaded “How can I make it up to you?” He looked around, as if he would find a solution lying somewhere in his home. “You asked me about my past this morning. I’ll tell you anything you wanna know”

Finally you gave him an ounce of your attention “Really?” He nodded, pinching your cheeks “How did you and Yoongi meet then?”

“He was hired by my label at the time. They thought he would be good to write songs for the age group I was targeting, since we were both young. I always looked up to him, he was like an older brother. I didn’t really have friends growing up, I spent all my time with my managers and bandmates. Yoongi was normal, he’d tell me stories about his life, and I’d live through him”

“Did you know he met me back then too?” Jimin’s jaw tightened.

“Yeah. I did” He cleared his throat “I beat the shit out of him that night. I’m” He gulped, holding your hands tightly “I’m sorry I didn’t find you sooner. I would have stopped him”

“The fuck are you talking about?”

Jimin gaped at you “Oh uh...nothing, never mind. Yoongi and I stopped talking as much after...something happened. He got more serious about his career and I got more serious about selling drugs. I was fed up with music, I could barely remember why I started”

“It broke my heart when you stopped” You admitted sheepishly.

“Can I be honest? I really did see you Y/n. I mean I didn’t know who you were, but I was familiar with you. I thought you were really pretty, really nice. I told Yoongi about you too. The gorgeous girl who was always in the front row with her friends. Black eyeliner, fishnet leggings. That’s why I gave you my jacket. I couldn’t ever talk to you...I wasn’t able to come hang out or party after performances with all of you. But I liked you. At least the idea of you, now that I know you it’s...” Jimin blushed “Better than I could have ever hoped. You’re amazing”

Wish I could say the same You thought to yourself. You were about to respond when the doorbell rang. Jimin got up, answering it to reveal Hobi. He met your eyes with a slight nod before turning to Jimin.

He whispered something to Jimin which caused them both to look back at you briefly. "Y/n, I have to step out. I’ll be back soon baby, and I’ll grab you something to wear for tomorrow. Text me if you need anything” He quickly kissed you one final time, before he and Hobi headed out, locking the door behind them.

You ran to the window, hoping to push it open. It was glued shut. You tried every room. Every possibly way, but nothing would budge. You were trapped.

You plopped down on Jimin’s bed, analyzing the constant swivel of the fan above you. Your eyes locked on the center, allowing the panels to blur together, like the blur of the past few days, until it was all once, constant mess that kept on going.

You decided to call Namjoon, see if he might be able to come break you out “Hello? Joonie?”

“What the fuck you guys!?” Namjoon barked, an evident pout to his tone. You smiled inwardly, imagining the look on his face “I came back you were both gone. What the fuck? Couldn’t you have called yesterday?”

“I’m sorry, I got caught up. Wait...is Jungkook not with you?”

“I thought he was with you. Where are you, did you find Yoongi?”

“Not really. I went to the party last night and found him, but I think he got poisoned or something. He got taken away in an ambulance but apparently he’s not at any hospitals around here, so he’s still missing”

“I tried calling Jungkook but fucker doesn’t have a goddamn cellphone so...didn’t know if I should call you in case Jimin was like..”

“Wait” You realized, sitting up. “It was Jungkook. He poisoned Yoongi and took him. He’s the only one who could have. Hobi doesn’t know where Yoongi is, and neither does Jimin. Jungkook was the one who told me to come without you, and he knew where I was”

“Why would he do that?”

You pursed your lips, thinking back to everything you learned, every plot, every lie, every truth. “Why else?” You laughed “He’s a drug dealer. Money. He’s gonna ask Yoongi for money. Or the gang. Or something, he’s gonna extort something out of him. We have to get him to tell us where Yoongi is”

“Well we don’t know where Jungkook is now either. Although I can bet that he’ll try contacting Jimin since there’s no way Yoongi would agree to any of his terms”

The jingle of keys was heard through the wall, causing you to practically jump out of the bed, quickly hanging up the phone before Jimin returned to the room.

“I’m back. Sorry about that, look what I got for you” He held up a cute black designer bikini. “I’ll admit, half the reason I’m even going to this thing is so I can see you in this” He laid the garment on the bed by your feet.

“Is...Hobi coming to the party too?” You feigned indifference, letting your fingers glide over the soft fabric of the swimwear. Jimin nodded.

“Obviously.”

-

The sun’s rays came down hot as you and Jimin arrived in his white convertible at the event. You could see large beachballs floating about, bright neon flashes of people’s clothes. It was practically a rave.

Your skin felt sticky against the leather seats as you shifted in your skimpy outfit. Jimin couldn’t keep his hands off of you, lips glued to your neck the entire ride.

“You’re so fucking hot holy shit” He complained, whining when you ultimately pushed him away.

Your skin burned as you emerged from the car, the brightness of the day only catalyzed by the camera flashes that pummeled you the moment you stepped out. Jimin arrived at you side, waving to the camera’s briefly before his hand found your back and he led you in.

It wasn’t long before Jimin got caught up in introductions, and while you were ecstatic to meet so many famous people, you had bigger things to worry about. Excusing yourself, you made your way to the bar.

“Damn” You felt a hand squeeze your ass as you leaned against the counter. You were ready to punch someone’s face in until your eyes settled on Jungkook’s familiar face.

“Oh hey” You pursed your lips “Where’s Joon?”

"He’s still at the motel. I’ll head back tonight I just...wanted to check in and see how things were going?” The bartender approached the two of you. “What’ll you have? Tequila shots again?” Jungkook smirked. You eyed his figure, a loose yellow top, clearly designer, bringing out his jet black hair that you were still adjusting to.

“Scotch. On the rocks” You spoke to the bartender directly. Jungkook raised his eyebrows but didn’t comment. Leaning back you observed the party unfolding before you. “Jungkook” You leaned forward, letting your breath fan onto him, lips barely grazing over his chiseled jaw “I know you know where he is”

Jungkook’s expression hardened. “What if you and I brought it all down” You fingers tugged at his collar “What if we took over all of this, made millions a day, we’d be so rich no one could touch us”

The drinks appeared, Jungkook took a large sip of his beer before giving you an incredulous look “Damn. Someone’s gone all gangster herself has she?”

“Yoongi trusts me. I could play him...find out where all his money is... Then you come in” You brought the glass to your mouth “and kill him” The bitter liquid teased your lips, but you knew better than to actually drink anything.

“I like the way you think, but how do I know you’re not just gonna keep the money for yourself?” Jungkook’s hand slid up your thigh.

“It’s up to you. Trust me, or don’t. Your choice” You left a kiss on his neck, your red lipstick leaving a mark on him before you got up, taking care to sway your hips just a bit extra as you walked away. His fingers wrapped around your wrist, tugging you back against his chest.

“Fine, but pull anything and I’ll kill your little idol boyfriend” His lips covered yours, kissing you just barely.

“Speaking of whom, you better get your hands where I can see them.” You pushed him away, “Jimin, the media and security have eyes on me like a hawk. I’ll need your help leaving without him noticing”

Jungkook nodded “And one more thing. Namjoon comes with us”

“Deal.” You watched as he quickly vanished into the beautiful crowd of young, drunk socialites. Dumping your drink into the trash, you wandered around looking for Jimin.

In the middle of the dance floor, Hobi was dancing sensually between a cluster of beautiful woman. You stared a moment too long, causing him to look up and meet your amused gaze. He beckoned you towards him, pushing his entourage aside to approach you.

“Wanna dance?” He grinned, holding his hand out. You raised your eyebrows, but entertained him. He pulled you into his arms, twirling you around playfully before his hands landed on your hips, guiding them to the swing of the steady bass of the electronic beats that pulsed through the venue. “It’s done” He whispered, pulling a small flash drive out of his shirt pocket, before flirtatiously sliding it into your bra.

“Thanks. Give me your phone and I’ll type in the address” Hobi handed you his device. You continued to nod your head to the music as you typed into it. You waited until Hobi got distracted with someone before swapping your phone for his and handing it back.

“Pleasure doing business with you” He winked, sliding your phone into his back pocket “Better find your man. I’ll see you soon”

You smiled at him weakly, leaving the dance floor to find a hidden space behind the DJ stage. Pulling out Hobi’s phone you quickly typed up a text message.

Suddenly you heard a large explosion. You rapidly turned to see that a car parked on the beachfront had burst into flames.

“No one got hurt. Come, quickly” Jungkook appeared besides you, clutching your wrist as the two of you sped through the chaos and screams. Jungkook was faster than you, but you did your best to keep up, taking a second to glance into your palm to ensure your message sent.

-

Namjoon had been impressed with you the moment the two of you met. He could see the excitement in your eyes at the opportunity to work on music that people would actually get to enjoy. Even after Death Valley plagued your existence, he always maintained respect for your resilience.

He bitterly thought back to Jin’s badgering of you during your questioning after Taehyung’s murder. What Jin had said, sickeningly, made a lot of sense to him. Yoongi was notoriously impulsive, it was one of his greatest flaws as a leader, one of the reasons that Jungkook would always spend hours talking shit about his boss.

And if what you said was true, Namjoon found himself doubting everything Jungkook had told him. Your text had been firm. He smiled inwardly at your words, imagining the tone of your voice speaking them to him directly. You were authoritative, focused, and unwilling to play around any longer.

It was sexy as hell.

“We’re back” Jungkook’s keys jingled in the doorway, for the two of you entered the motel room.

“We can’t stay here though, Jimin knows where this is” Namjoon’s eyes widened at you, wearing nothing but a black bikini with a sheer wrap low around your hips. Your eyes softened at him, “I swapped my cellphone with Hobi’s in case Jimin tries to find me. We don’t have much time, he’s definitely gonna have someone come after us” You turned to Jungkook. “We can plan in the car, Namjoon grab your things, lets go”

Namjoon joined you in the backseat, insisting that it would be safe for you not to sit in the front in case they reached any highway footage.

“How did you know I did it?” Jungkook glanced at you in the rearview mirror, both hands on the wheel.

“You’re the only one who could have.” Your eyes remained glued to Namjoon’s “It was genius. Now we have Yoongi, we can get whatever we want from him, or even offer him up to Jimin for a prize”

Namjoon’s hand slid over yours, squeezing it lightly. He knew that the convincing lies that came from your mouth must be hurting you. You loved Yoongi, he could see that as clear as day. Whether Namjoon approved or not wasn’t the point, he wanted you to be happy.

“What did you have in mind?” Jungkook queried. Namjoon glanced out the window, watching as aimless fields of greenery blurred past him. You tugged at his sleeve, giving him a look that said are you okay? He nodded, smiling slightly.

“Let me say that Jimin poisoned him, and I found him and saved him. I’ll seduce him into telling me where he keeps all his money and contacts.” Namjoon grinned. That was not your plan. Your plan was to save Yoongi, kill Jungkook and with his help, make a run for it, dealing with whatever aftermath with Jimin once your had the most powerful man you knew back at your side.

He wondered if Yoongi would appreciate you scheming like this. He had a dirty feeling that he wouldn’t. Yoongi was the type to maintain the weakness, the helplessness of those around him. He had to be leagues above the rest, Namjoon bit his lip at the thought that he would never see you as an equal, rather, as something he owned.

Like a prize.

-

Silk sheets cushioned the throbbing pain that beat through Yoongi’s skull as his eyes flickered open. He had no idea where he was, not even remembering how he got there in the first place.

He rubbed his eyes, sighing deeply before his eyes landed on a remote. There was a large television screen in front of him. He carefully turned it on.

Welcome back! Today’s guests we have superstar rock icon, Park Jimin and his first public girlfriend, Y/N Y/L/N.

Yoongi watched with an unamused expression, bothered by you by Jimin’s side. His hand rested on your knee, occasionally sliding up, to which Yoongi found himself digging his nails into his palm. You hugged Jimin’s arms, smiling brightly enough to shatter him to pieces.

Would you say that she’s the one? Can we expect an engagement? Jimin looked over to you. Yoongi could see it in his eyes. It wasn’t a performance. It wasn’t a show. Jimin’s eyes watered ever slightly before he smiled. Of course. She’s the love of my life. One day I hope we can show the world that.

He grabbed the lamp that was on the bedside and threw it across the room. Shards of glass scattered across the floor. He had waited too long to deal with Jimin. It was time.

He recalled so many years ago, the night when Jimin had pointed to you from behind the curtains of one of his earliest shows, a pretty fan that caught his eyes. He had followed the star’s finger to see your eyes for the first time. And just like that he was yours.

After that he found out everything— who you were, where you lived. It wasn’t hard, you were a big fan. He wanted you right away, but your public displays of affection for the bratty singer had him seething. It simply wasn’t fair. Jimin got to be the star while Yoongi remained in the shadows, writing his songs, doing all the heavy lifting, but Jimin got everything. Why did he get to have you too? He deserved you far more than Jimin did.

“Yoongi?” The door opened. You stood, dressed modestly in a white blouse and leather skirt. Your eyes went to the screen, where your interview continued to play. Yoongi turned the screen off, sitting up slightly.

You came to his side immediately, stroking his arm. “Don’t listen to all that. It’s fake. It’s all fake, I promise” You pleaded. He remained unfazed by your touch.

You rested your head against him, listening to the steady beat of his chest. His heart trembled, looking down at your face, eyes closed, so incredibly peaceful. He couldn’t help the way he wanted to run his fingers through your hair, the way he couldn’t stop himself from cradling you in his arms, thumb tracing the side of your face.

He said nothing—instead he leaned in and kissed you fondly. His lips were hot on yours, you felt lightheaded, dizzy with bliss as he latched onto you, swallowing you every moan, every sweet sigh that left your pretty lips. His eyes were shut, senses focused only on the indulgent taste of you. He was addicted to you. He couldn’t even rationalize the reality of you in his arms.

“I love you” He professed in a faint whimper, hands fawning over your blushed cheeks. Your eyes were glued to his mouth, gasping for air amidst the heavy suffocation of feelings he burned within you. “So bad that it scares me”

“Me too” You assured him, kissing him back earnestly, “I understand you, more than you know. You don’t need to be afraid” You tilted his face to yours as he finally met your gaze “I won’t leave you. Never Yoongi.” You shook your head “Never”

He smiled, a smile so unique. Full sets of teeth spread wide across his face. A tear disobeyed you, running off down your cheek. Yoongi saw this, lowering his gaze with concern. He simply stared for a minute as you hid your face.

“What’s wrong my love?” You let your eyes close, focused on the feeling of him so close. It only made the tears fall faster.

He turned your head towards him lightly, his fingers grazing the path of your tears. He kissed your cheek, lips lingering a while. You could feel his racing heart. The pounding in your chests so perfectly offbeat. He rest his forehead against yours, staring directly into your eyes. The tips of your noses distant by just atoms.

“I..w..was so scared. I thought…you might be dead” You whispered. You could feel that he smiled again. He was soft. In every possible way. His touch, his smile, his eyes, his lips.

Without missing another beat he smashed his lips onto yours, grabbing your hips and pushing you onto the bed. He crawled up your body, tugging at your blouse. You lifted your arms, allowing him to pull the garment off of you, tossing it aside swiftly before he dove into your chest.

Yoongi loved your breasts, and he made sure you knew that, tenderly kissing them, tugging at the sensitive flesh with his tongue. He pulled your bra down harshly in order to suckle you.

His movements were messy and obscene, which had you unraveling into mess of wetness between your trembling thighs.

“Beautiful” He paused, pushing hair behind your ear before he began to unbutton his own shirt. You helped him along, fingers mingling with his as you wrestled the silky material off of him to reveal his perfect skin. His chiseled abs staring you in the face as your fingers played with the hem of his pants.

Yoongi gripped your hips and turned you onto your stomach. He pushed your knees up under your stomach so that your ass hung out nicely for him. He yanked down your skirt, panties along with it. His fingers slid against your sopping cunt. You could feel him pressed hot against your back as he pushed a finger into you.

“You like that princess?” Yoongi asked, stroking your hair as he continued to pump his finger deeper and deeper inside of you. Your cunt swallowed him nicely as he added another finger, stretching you out wonderfully. You could feel his rings brush against your nerves, an amazing burn filling you.

“Yes, fuck, just like that” You sighed, a heavy sensation flowing through you as he continued to work your pussy. He planted his lips over his name etched into your glossy skin, trailing kisses down your spine as he continued to fuck you thoroughly.

His eyes glistened as he parted from you, watching the way your pussy dripped shamelessly onto the sheets with the simple flick of his wrist. He pressed his lips onto your ass, letting his tongue tease around before reaching your throbbing heat.

Like a kitten, his tongue hit you in small, featherlight flicks, licking you up—driving you into a frenzy as you tried to push your ass down on his face, which was now buried between your thighs, hands pulling your folds wider so he could give your cunt his full attention.

He lapped at you like he was dying of thirst, loving the way you cursed his name in pleasure. He could feel your body trembling above him, which only motivated him on.

“You like that princess?” Yoongi chuckled, the vibrations of his laugh hitting you deep in your core. His lips found your clit, sucking and kissing at it vigorously. “Like when I lick your pretty pussy like that?”

“Y…yes” You moaned loudly, not caring who might hear you. Yoongi groaned as you gushed onto him. His tongue finally pushed through, digging deep into your cunt until it found that sweet spot—the spot that had you screaming out for more. “Holy shit Yoongi yes.”

He removed his tongue, smacking your ass lightly to which you giggled, dazed in an aroused frenzy. He pulled your knees back before flipping you back over. You loved how easily he was able to move and twist your body to his liking. You loved the way he manipulated you to his pleasure. You wanted him too. You wanted his cock so fucking bad.

He pulled your legs over his shoulders, sliding out his thick, veiny cock. He tugged at the aching length, eyes layered onto your naked body. You felt the scorching heat of his cock head press against your cunt, and your eyes clenched shut as he began to push inside you.

His size was overwhelming, you missed it. He hovered over you on his elbows, kissing you long and hard, as if you might lose each other any moment. As if you were trying to express what you felt inside but couldn’t quite get it out. You were rendered useless—completely immersed in each others desperate touch.

He finally bottomed out, fingers cupping your face so he could look directly at you.

“I love you so fucking much” Your legs slid off his shoulders to wrap around his torso as he began to thrust into you harshly. Your face was flustered by his words, heart melting. You felt pain, warmth, pleasure and emotion—you were dizzy. Overwhelmed by everything he had to give you.

“My beautiful little princess fuck…so fucking perfect for me” He hissed into your jaw, inhaling your scent as he continued to piston his hips in and out of your squelching cunt. His cock pushed through your wall with a rapid burn, hitting you deep in your nerves, making your thighs quiver in pleasure.

Your hands scratched at his back, moaning abashedly as he took you. Yoongi backed away to breathe momentarily, his eyes serious, and his lips parted—panting heavily.

“Shit” He turned to his side, grabbing one leg and hooking it over his arm as he shoved himself back inside of you, pounding relentlessly. Drool escaped your pursed lips as you braced the impact of each ruthless push. “Feel good princess? Use your words love, come on”

“So fucking good Yoongi.” Yoongi bit into your collar, sucking until your skin turned purple, marking you as his. “Please don’t stop…don’t ever stop”

“My sweet princess, you’re so fucking perfect you know that? Wanna fuck your pretty tits” His breath hitched “Wanna cum all over you…drench you in my cum, you’d look so pretty like that, all filthy for me fuck”

He slowed his pace, staring deeply into the glimmer in your eyes. He got lost in you for a moment, stilling with his cock buried deep within you.

He pushed his lips back onto yours, and you felt a tear fall from his eyes “My princess…my love…I love you so much”

“I love you too” You held him tight, rolling your hips up to ease your need as emotions took him over. “You’re mine”

Yoongi’s eyes darted open. “I’m all yours princess” He slid his hand down to rub your slit into rapid circles. You clenched down on his cock desperately as his fingers wound you up. You could feel the pressure build in your core as his cock continued to assault you. “Want you to cum with me, can you do that for me love?”

You nodded, biting your lip. Yoongi pressed his forehead against yours and you could feel his cock twitching inside of you. Your walls began to convulse and it wasn’t long before the both of your were a scattered mess of screams.

“Don’t stop Yoongi please don’t fucking stop” You sobbed, bringing your hips up to meet his, wanting to feel him as deep as you possibly could. His cum shot out, filling you up to the brim. Yoongi groaned,  before falling limp over your body, kissing your lips tiredly.

He rolled over onto his side, pulling you into a soft embrace. He rest his head on your heart, hands caressing your back.

“Yoongi” You panted, still breathless. He looked up at you curiously “I want more” He grinned.

“Your wish is my command” He winked, picking you up into his arms. You wrapped your legs around him as he carried you into the bathroom.

Setting you down on the counter, you spread your legs wide. He slotted himself between you, lips glued to yours as though you were inseparable. You took fistfuls of his black hair, pulling his face closer into you. Your lip caught between his teeth as he tugged at it, blood spilling as he nipped at you roughly.

Pulling you down from the counter, he turned you around, bending you forward with your arms above your head, landing with a dewy haze onto the mirror in from of you.

You watched him through the reflection as he kept one hand around your wrists, allowing the other to slide down and pinch your nipples.

Yoongi slapped your tit playfully, watching with a glint in his eye at the way it bounced slightly. “You’re mine, you got that?”

“Yes sir” You squeaked. Yoongi’s eyes darkened at the term. He rolled his hips against your ass, and you could feel his length press against you.

“I don’t ever want you anywhere near Jimin” Yoongi teased “If I ever see you with that motherfucker again I’ll slit your throat, and his”

“Yes sir” Yoongi hummed in approval, letting go of your hands so that he could glide them down the expanse of your spine before smacking your ass.

“So pretty” He muttered, before his cock entered you again, filling you full in one deep thrust. He didn’t bother easing you into it, he pounded your battered cunt like there was no tomorrow, holding you up by the jaw, allowing to watch the fucked out faces you made as he fucked you so good. You looked like an absolute mess, mascara blemished around your teary eyes, drool all over your parted lips, whining and moaning as you begged for Yoongi to give you more and more.

You never wanted the pleasure to end. You loved the feeling of him inside you, the feeling of his hands on your body, doing as he pleased. You came with a shrill scream, after which Yoongi pushed you down to your knees so he could cum deep inside your throat.

You weren’t sure how many more times the two of you went at it, unable to get enough of one another, until Yoongi finally pulled you back to bed, littering your face with kisses as he begged you to stop before you killed him. You pouted, but his warm smile had you more than willing to cuddle up to him instead. He gave you his shirt to wear, and with that you wrapped your arms around him, settling into a soft embrace.

A loud pounding came from the door. Your eyes widened, meeting Yoongi’s hardened gaze.

You grabbed a gun from your purse, handing it to him as the pounding increased, before finally the door swung open, revealing Jungkook, revolver loaded and aimed at Yoongi.

“Who the hell are you?” Yoongi made a face, fingers sliding around the gun’s shaft. Jungkook pulled the trigger, bullets whizzed as Yoongi quickly rolled off the bed.

“Jeon Jungkook. Remember that name because it’s gonna be the name of the man who takes your precious little Death Valley out from under your nose” Jungkook hissed.

Yoongi laughed, standing up “So you’re the dealer I’m told is always bringing us the most business. If you really wanted to take over one day, you should know better than to tick of your superiors”

Jungkook shifted his gun’s aim to you, to which Yoongi aimed his gun back. “Shoot me and she dies. I know all about your little obsession Min Yoongi. That sadistic detective takes some damn good notes.” 

Jungkook’s eyes landed on you “You really think I would fall for your bullshit? I’ve been in this business far longer than you have sweetheart” Of course, you realized, Jungkook knew Yoongi would do anything for you. You were bait. You thought you were using him, but he was using you the whole time.

Yoongi growled lowly. “What do you want?”

“Transfer all your assets to me. I want everything. All the money, contacts, everything. Give me Death Valley”

Yoongi glanced back at you, perched on the bed still, hands gripping at the silk sheets in fear.

“No way” Your heart dropped. It was Jimin. He placed the barrel of his revolver against Jungkook’s skull “Move and I’ll kill you before you can even think”

Your heart was pounding as you analyzed the scene in front of you. Yoongi’s gun shifted to Jimin.

“Oh perfect. I’ve been meaning to get my hands on you brat” Yoongi hissed. Jimin gave Yoongi a dirty look.

“Shut up Yoongi. I know the truth. I know who you are. You lied to me my whole life, the fuck did I ever do to you huh? You slept with my girlfriend”

Your eyes flew shut as you heard bullets ring. “Y/n run” You heard Jimin shout “Run. Just go” You ducked, rolling off the bed as you watched the three men shoot at one another. Jimin grabbed your hand, “Go. Get out of here”

“Oh no you don’t” Jungkook hissed. You slipped into the hallway. You had no idea where you were, it seemed like a hotel. Your eyes scanned around until you found the stairs, pushing the door and quickly speeding your way down the steps.  

You could hear the echoes of Jungkook following you. You glanced up, giving Jungkook an opportunity to shoot at you. His bullets ricochetted off of the railing as you slid down to the next story, pushing the doors open until you found yourself in another hallway. You ran towards a supply closet, slipping inside as you pulled out Hobi’s phone with trembling hands.

“Namjoon.” You whispered into the phone as you heard more bullets, planting your hand over your mouth to muffle your frightened whimpers “Namjoon help”

“Where are you?” His tone was serious “I brought the car like you said in your text, find the closest window and tell me which way you’re facing, then I’ll come and you jump okay? I’ll catch you.”

“Okay” Your breath was shaky. You carefully cracked open the closet door, checking both sides before you rushed to the closest window. You looked around, eyeing a vase which you grabbed, banging it into the window and watching as the glass shattered into a million pieces. “I’m facing west.”

“Got it” You looked down. You were only roughly two stories up, but it still looked frightening. You saw Namjoon pull up beneath you. He climbed out of the car. “Jump. You’ll be fine I promise”

You gulped, not the biggest fan of heights of any kind. Your hand trembled, bleeding now as you grabbed onto the shattered windowsill.

“Y/n wait!” You glanced back to see Jimin running towards you. You clenched your eyes shut, a tear falling from the corner of your eye before you opened your eyes and jumped.

You landed on your hands and knees, the impact sending a searing pain through your limbs as Namjoon helped pull you down from the car, shooting up at where Jimin was now looking down in horror. “Come on”

You hopped into the car with him. He quickly pressed on the gas, and the car roared before accelerating off. Your hand was gripping onto Namjoon’s bicep for dear life as you tried to rationalize the past few minutes.

You heard more gunshots, looking in the rearview to see Jungkook, shooting from the drivers window of his own car.

“Faster Namjoon, fuck, give me your gun” You snapped. He handed you the device, and you lowered the window, aiming at the tires of his car as you shot a few times. The recoil of the gun surprised you, but one of the bullets managed to slightly pierce through Jungkook’s front tire. You watched as his car skidded to a stop, sighing in relief.

Namjoon watched the scene unfold from his rearview mirror, biting his lip as you rolled the window back up, slamming yourself against the backrest, sighing deeply.

-

After what seemed like an hour of hurried driving, Namjoon found a motel for the two of you to spend the night and gather your thoughts. You told him what happened, not sparing a single detail. You had no idea where Yoongi was, if he was alive, if Jimin was alive, if Jungkook was still chasing you, everything was up in the air.

The two of you lay silently on the bed. You wanted to cry but you couldn’t even bring yourself too. Your heart felt cold—dead.

“Y/n, let’s just run away” Namjoon was startled by his own voice, a prominent whisper laced with hope, “Leave all of this behind” His, eyes softened as he looked down on your face. “We could start over. Be normal people, live normal lives. Change our names, our look, get a house”

“Can you even imagine doing that?” You slid your hand to nudge his pinkies intertwining. “Seems like a fantasy”

Silence waved over the both of you, only the pounding of your own hearts filling the space with it’s quick rhythm. Namjoon could feel it all the way down to his fingertips, as they brushed against yours, terribly slowly.

“For what it’s worth, we’d make some real cute kids” You added with a chuckle.

His heart stopped. A suffocating sensation seemed to grab at his throat, choking the very life out him. 

“I can’t do this” His voice broke. “I can’t” He got up with a rush, slamming the bathroom door behind him before sliding down, face buried in his palms. He couldn’t touch you. He couldn’t even think about it. It was wrong. You loved Yoongi, and he was happy for you. Even if he felt like Yoongi was dangerous, if anyone could handle the gangster it was you.

It wasn’t your fault. He knew you, but that was just it. You made his heart flutter with every little action. Your sharp tongue had his weak in the knees, your attitude. He wanted you to tie him up, choke him down, suffocate him with your cunt.

Calm down. Namjoon began to think about less pleasurable things, but his mind was latched onto you, recalling that night where you had taken such good care of him before your fight. A simple favor, no conversations, no complications.

He wanted to do the same to you. Oh God he just wanted to lay a finger on you.

“Namjoon?” There was something in your voice that had his body heating up everywhere. A plea, a desperation. You knocked at the door.

“I’m o..okay” He whimpered, tilting his head back in frustration. He didn’t know it, but you too had slid down, back against the door. “I’m sorry”

You clicked your tongue, “You have nothing to be sorry for.” You paused momentarily, “Tell me what you need”

Namjoon’s cock twitched, imagination going into a frenzy before he realized your words might be innocent.

“Nothing” He squeaked, “I’m okay”

“Joonie” His eyes fluttered shut as your soothing voice called out to him “Namjoon don’t lie to me just tell me what you need”

“I want you” His hands flew over his mouth the second he said it. He could hear you giggle.

“Is that right baby?” The tease in your voice had his face reddening. He slid his hand under his shorts, lightly palming his cock. “You wanna taste my juicy little cunt is that it?”

“Stop” He choked, palm rubbing faster.

“Tell me then,” Your voice was venom “Tell me what you want”

“I want to eat you out” Namjoon gasped loudly, “A..and. I want to see your face...you’re so...pretty...and” He gulped “Wanna make you feel good.” He fumbled around with his pants, yanking them down along with his boxers so he could properly stroke his eager dick.

“And” He could hear you panting, which almost turned him on more. Were you touching yourself? To him? The thought had him tugging at his cock so hard he winced in pain.

“Wanna fuck you” He confessed, biting his lip at the memory, “So fucking bad Y/n...I..” He groaned.

“How would you fuck me hm?”

He growled, imagining you, naked, climbing over him like the sexy vixen you were. You would pump his cock, spit on him, take such good care of him. “Ohhh my godddd” He could hear the pre-cum lathering over his cock, beating himself roughly “Want you to ride my cock. Tie me up, spit on me, choke me, spank me, anything you want Y/n but I just need you to touch me”

Words tumbled out of his drooling lips without a second thought “Your pussy is so...warm and...felt so good. So wet just...and...your tits bouncing up and down....your n..nails...scratching at me...your pretty eyes...”

“Keep going baby, you’re doing so good” You cooed at him.

“Fuck please say that again” His hips bucked up into his palm, yearning for your praise. “Tell me I’m good...I wanna be good...wanna make you feel good”

“You’re so good baby. My baby...making me feel so good”

“Yeah!” He shouted, “Yeah...wanna be so good for you. Oh god Y/n...I feel so good right now I” His breath hitched, “I want your mouth” He screamed, “Want you to suck my cock so baddd”

He could hear something, it sounded wet, sloshing around lightly. His eyes shot open. He clumsily scramled to stand, swinging the door open. At his feet you sat, four fingers deep in your cunt, eyes blinking up at him innocently.

“Oh. My. God” Namjoon hissed as he came, his seed falling down onto your face as he held himself up in the doorway. He milked himself out fully, more and more cum spilling as you stuck your tongue out, grinning wide as you caught some of it on your tongue.

He finished, panting as he towered over you. “Let me help you” He offered. You shook your head.

You winked at him, licking your lips before tugging your tank top down so you could fondle your own breast. Namjoon’s eyes were glued to you, as your pussy convulsed onto your fingers, dripping out slightly.

You moaned, pulling your fingers out as your body writhed beneath him. You held your fingers up, prompting Namjoon to have a taste. He bent down slightly, tongue reaching before you quickly removed your hand and licked your fingers off, one by one, yourself. Namjoon scowled.

“Tease” He mumbled. You simply laughed, playfully spanking his bare thigh as he stepped over you, returning to the bed.

You woke up to the sound of giggles. Your eyes flashed open, instinctively reaching for the gun and aiming at the source of the unfamiliar sound. Namjoon was still asleep.

The blood drained from your face as your eyes landed on a figure, hiding in the shadows of the motel room, legs propped onto the table, leaning back. You couldn’t see his face but his shadow felt familiar to you.

“That’s really not necessary Y/n” The giggles continued, fading into a heavy sigh, “You already know I won’t hurt you”

You lowered your weapon, fingers trembling. No fucking way. The man stood up, allowing the morning sun to shine onto his glowing face. He smirked.

“Miss me?”

-

there are two paths you can take after part 10. finale (light version) is a more agreeable ending that allows the reader freedom more creative freedom in how the story ends. finale (dark version) is my original ending (4 parts) which includes reader ultimately ending up with one of the members

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the money project | 7

↳ pairing seokjin x you

↳ genre melodrama, angst, enemies-to-lover, fake marriage, intense pining on each other

↳ words 7.8k

↳ warning slightly strong languages, fluff, suggestive content

↳ song ‘marmalade’ by nep, ‘postcard’ by troye sivan ft. gordi, ‘car’s outside’ by james arthur, ‘forever’ by labrinth, ‘ghost of you’ by 5sos, ‘cloud 9’ by beach bunny

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Do you know the feeling where you look at something and they begin to shrink in size despite you just standing there? That’s how you know you’re panicking. People are talking but you can’t really hear what they say. Then when they call your name, you look up and everything turns to normal again.

“So a scientist? You do research and develop medicines, like that?” Seokjin’s mother was gentle, with an elegant undertone that you managed to pick-up after listening to her from several calls she had made to you over the days.

“That would be a great summarization, yes…” you ensure that a smile is present on your lips and you watch her manicured nails slide down the back of her phone as she sets them down on the table. Seokjin's mother lives in a mansion, southern Jeju Island. She had recently moved here and loved the view and the healthy air, away from the traffic and pollution Seoul embedded with. The properties here are expensive and the locals don’t really like town people, she said. So she had always been an outcast. This too, you found out from her. Her home was littered with rare artworks and paintings that reminded you of an art gallery, and it was fitting considering how interested she was in them. She was such a beauty. Still is.

“I would never dream Seokjin would aspire to have a scientist wife, I know he could be really impatient with things,” she chirped and the light reflected in her eyes, “But I’m sure he had given you a long thought. It’s always a joy having you around. I’ve received the homemade kimchi you sent. I only eat 4 slices a day…”

“But why? Didn’t they taste alright?” you sparked an obvious panic.

“No, no,” she raised her hand slightly from the table, shaking her head, “Quite the opposite. I was being careful not to finish it too fast…”

“Oh I could make one jar for you right now, we can go get the things in the nearby grocery!” You suggested.

“I think that’s a grand idea!” she smiled.

The helpers arrive with a trolley and they begin arranging the food on the table. Seokjin mother excuses herself to catch another call and that’s when you snuck your hand under your thigh massaging it tenderly because they begin to go stiff. You take the time to peek at your phone. One unread message from Seokjin.

“How’s the dinner?” - Seokjin

“Pretty okay…” you replied.

When you lifted your head up, the maid was done setting up the table. It was a formal dining setting. The kind that you see in hotels and expensive restaurants. You widened your eyes and took pictures of the arranged cutleries. There’s more than one spoon on one side and also forks and knives too.

“She does that to scare people,” Seokjin replied with a laughing emoji.

“Well, it’s working,” you typed back.

Seokjin wouldn’t help. He would rather watch as the chaos takes place and probably would ask his mother about it so they could laugh about it together. Frantically, you search google. There’s pictures on how to set them up but not really how to use them. They do explain how to use it but it’s in essays. You darted at the view of his mother’s moving shoulder from the corner of the balcony outside, scrolling down the said essay when Seokjin’s caller ID flashed your screen.

“Tsk, I was reading…” you groaned into the call, tapping ‘Answer’.

“Listen up, focus,” he commands under his breath, “You used the silverwares from outside to inside. The weird knife is for fish. The spoon that’s oddly big, is for soup. The spoon at the top is for dessert. Got it?”

“Outside in. Weird knife, fish. Big spoon, soup. Top spoon, dessert,” you repeated.

“Atta girl, I have to go now,” Seokjin said in a rush and you could hear some ruffling and then the line cut off before you could say bye. A tiny ‘thank you’ escaped your lips at the view of the ‘Call ended’ screen.

Why did it matter to you that you don’t mess this up? You know in your heart that when you stepped into this mansion, you wanted Seokjin to be proud. You wanted to carry yourself with pride. You wanted to walk into his mother’s life and made sure she will never forget your company for as long as she shall live. And not only that. You were indebted with her son. Without him, your mother would have to still wait for her turn. And now, by next week, she could be home. She doesn’t need to be hospitalized anymore. Your father can pay his bills with the work that he had. Your brother no longer had to worry if he could afford the next semester fee. You owe so much to Seokjin. Pretending doesn't feel like pretending anymore. It wasn’t as agonizing anymore. It is starting to blur.

Seokjin’s mother jogs to the table, apologizing profusely about the delay. You made some mistakes during dinner, using the dessert spoon for the soup and she didn’t really mind. She said she thinks the soup spoon is way too big for her mouth anyway. She was actually pretty chill, pretty laid back. You could see why some of that rubbed off on Seokjin. She has such a magnetic smile, a personality that just reels you in. When she speaks about the art, her face lights up and she gets you interested in many of the arts that she collected. She showed you a room full of sculptures. You couldn’t help but let out a gasp.

No matter how much you try to remind yourself that the sculptures are stones, the carvings were immaculate, that it seemed that it was covered in veil. One particular sculpture was pushing away a male figure that was holding her thigh. Her face displays a dire need to escape his grasp. It was so vivid, it felt as if you were right there watching it unfold.

“Bernini’s,” Seokjin mother smiles fondly, “It’s called the rape of Proserpina.”

“Simply exquisite… the marble looks like flesh,” your voice drifted, taken over by the admiration you felt.

“Seokjin liked this one too.”

⸻

Seokjin flew from one place to another for his work. Buying materials for the housings and having them bought and shipped to his home country. You both would call frequently to check on one another. It was never planned, you just began taking his calls whenever he did.

“I have started to pack the things and wait for the moving truck to arrive,” you showed him the old apartment’s empty spaces and the boxes outside the door, “I am excited to start redecorating the new place with prettier things. You told me to get an air fryer, so I went to shop for one but I can’t really understand the specs…”

“Why do you need to understand specs, just get one…” Seokjin turns to his computer. He had set the phone to stand from the side so you could see his side profiles while he works.

“I don’t know, I’ve never used one,” you shrugged, “Should I just get the one you used?”

“Yeah, they work great…” he drawls, hanging his jaw open while his face is shone by the light from the computer screen.

“Listen,” he started, “I’ve checked my past transactions and I realize that some of those didn’t go through for the last three months, can you double check your bank account? Did you receive the amounts at all?”

“Um no, I stopped getting texts from the bank,” you tuck your hair behind your ear as you sat on the floor to unscrew a trolley with a screwdriver, “I still have a lot so don’t worry about that.”

“But that’s the agreement, it isn’t an agreement if the payment isn’t done,” Seokjin writes something down on a small paper, “A contract is a contract.”

Blinking at the screw you’re undoing, you muttered out half-heartedly, “Y-yeah…” When you couldn’t recognize the somber tone leaving your lips, you cleared your throat and tried to liven up the mood, “All I’m saying is you should take your time to figure that shit out. I know a contract is a contract.” Hoping Seokjin didn’t catch it.

“Seokjin…” you called his name, barely a whisper.

“Hmm?” He hums back, peeling his eyes off the screen and turns to you on the phone.

“I met someone,” the doorbell rings from your side, “He asked me out this weekend. And he's here to help me move.”

⸻

The notice was written on a piece of A4 paper and was stapled on all four corners on the board. It reads, ‘Research Assistant. Major: Pharmaceutical. Contact: XX-XXXXXXX’

You hoped to meet a dependable one. You set the notice up at noon and by 4pm, you already received a text. It was odd to apply for a research assistant through a text rather than a call, but you decided to let that pass. You don’t want to be flaky, this person might be shy. His name is Kim Namjoon, he is in his third year going to four and would be very interested to be a part of your research team. A junior, and very eager. You asked to meet at the university’s coffee hub. He agreed. Said that he will be there right after his afternoon lecture ends.

The coffee hub is a haven to all coffee lovers who enjoy a quiet time, and some reading space. It had vine walls, with an open air balcony away from the road which reduces the sound pollution and it’s really relaxing. The croissant here is also really good. Ian and Suri hate this spot, it’s too windy they say. She doesn’t like her hair ruined, and Ian doesn’t like anything Suri doesn’t. From the distance, you see a tall young man in khaki trousers and black buzz cut hair walking towards the coffee hub entrance. He had one strap of his backpack sling over one shoulder and a book in one hand.

When he climbed up the stairs leading up to the balcony where you were, you slipped your hand over your ring. Slowly, you wriggle the ring off. Then you slid them inside your jean’s back pocket as you stood up to greet Namjoon. He bows. Towering you even from two-arm length away. He came with a beaming smile, with crinkles around his eyes, a dimple appeared in his cheek— and you forgot how to breathe.

He sets the book on the table.

“Haruki Murakami’s Norwegian Wood, I see you’re a man of taste…” you smiled back at him. He charmingly returns the warm gesture, the welcoming introduction.

“It is not easy to find a like-minded soul in a place like this,” Namjoon chuckles handsomely, “Kim Namjoon,” he stretched out his hand for a handshake which you gladly take.

Without realizing, you spent hours talking to him about books, poetries and talking about museums— which was something you couldn’t share with Ian and Suri because they were never interested in those. While you were working, you would find time to escape the scientific world and dive into the deepest mind. Science has always been necessary to sustain life, but art is what we stay alive for. You felt heard. You talked about your interests, the things you like and adored. He too exchanged his magnificent view of the world, and it seemed like he had given a lot of thoughts about the world, life and produced social discussions. Talking about the core of problems, and with every question you provided every mechanism that could have led to it. And that was how it goes, back and forth.

Realizing that the sun is beginning to set and the people are starting to leave, you looked at the time.

“Oh my goodness, I’ve taken so much of your time and I didn’t ask anything about the research assistant post that is open,” you sat up, shaking your head trying to make sense of what has gotten into you. Namjoon titters in return.

“Has it not said much about the chemistry we have?” he smartly replied.

You smiled to your lap and lifted your head up to say, “I agree to the notion, and I hereby welcome you to the team. We start August…” you tipped your head to the side and looked into his dragon eyes, not realizing how magnetic they were, reeling you in. You couldn’t look away and he didn’t try to break the contact. It didn’t feel dangerous— if anything, it felt inviting. Irresistible pull. The gaze. Warm and alluring. His pupils dilated. Even his face was hit by the sunlight. His skin turns bronze. It was when the waiter came to your table that the magic dissipated.

Namjoon kept his gaze on you briefly despite that. Then he darts his eyes to the side before biting his lips, thinking.

“There is an exhibition tomorrow,” he clears his throat, “I think you’ll enjoy it…”

“Oh, is it only tomorrow, because I need to pack my things…” you begin to pack everything into your bed as he says, “I’m moving soon…”

“Oh,” Namjoon nodded.

You hurried to stand up and thanked him for his time. Then he watched you leave.

You took the bus and walked up your old apartment, hoping to get dinner delivered and then begin packing a few more boxes. You were digging the key into the keyhole when your phone rang an unsaved number.

“Hello?”

“It’s me,” the deep voice greeted.

“Namjoon?” you asked.

Namjoon was sitting in his room on his bunk bed, throwing the tennis ball to the wall until it bounces back into his grasp, his large hand making it look small. Phone against his ears.

“Do you need help with moving?” he asked.

“Um, not really?” you replied.

“Oh I was just trying to find an excuse to meet you again, and I don’t,” you could hear him smile and you could almost see the shy smile he wore.

“You’re right, I don’t need help with moving I’m afraid…” you grinned as you pushed the door open with your body and set your bag on the counter.

“But you do have an excuse to meet me though,” he straightens up and bit his smile. The tennis ball bounces on the opposing wall, up the ceiling and into his hand in a rhythmic beat.

“Oh really, do I?” you sang.

“Yes you really do,” he darted playfully.

“Is that so? Mind elaborating?” you hunched over the counter, a flirtatious smile playing on your lips.

“You took my book home,” Namjoon’s tongue peeps out between his lips.

You frowned immediately, tipping your head to one side in confusion. It didn’t sound like you. You were ready to deliver a powerful rebuttal but as you try to recall whether or not you left the book on the table, your memories turned blank. It refused to create memories that didn’t happen. When you checked your bag and the red cover stood out, you held your breath and pinched the bridge of your nose.

From the silence, Namjoon caught you.

“So I’ll see you tomorrow and help you with the moving you didn’t need help with,” Namjoon smiles at the wall.

“I want to apologize about this, I don’t steal. I never steal, I promise,” you started explaining yourself, “I must have been out of my mind, that I just gathered everything into the bag.”

“Look it’s fine, Harumi Murakami’s work is a steal I agree,” he tutted his tongue, “Let’s arrange a proposition, I help you with the moving and not report you of stealing my book or you don’t accept my help and I get the police to arrest you. Choice is yours.”

You gave it a thought. It was obvious he wanted more time with you. He seems nice and you never really hear about him from the seniors and your current batchmates so it’s safe to say that he is pretty harmless. If he wasn’t, you’d be the first to hear.

“Fine,” you dropped your shoulder. The tennis ball stopped bouncing and remained in Namjoon’s hand. Then, “I could send the book over if you want?”

“No, I’ll come fetch it, chivalry is not dead,” Namjoon darted.

⸻

His slender fingers danced on the keyboard. Empty mug on the right side of the table left abandoned till the coffee stains a ring at the bottom. Seokjin cracks his head to the sides. His forefinger and thumb pinches his shoulder and a sigh leaves his lips. The window on his left is foggy, no trace of light except for the lamp by the roadside. He rests the back of his head on the chair, his eyes clenched as he frowns. The stress from staring at the screen for a long period of time started to tax him mercilessly.

“My daughter,” Seokjin heard your father say, “She’s not easy to love.” Seokjin’s brows twitch as he ruminates the night you had dinner with him and his father on the ship.

“I am afraid that you will not treat her well,” your father said, “She’s been through so much. She had saved her mother, and me, more times than I could count. She had spent her life dedicated to us. I don’t want you to hurt her,” he continued. With the puzzling and aggressive warning, Seokjin tried to control his expression so as to not put off the elder man. Despite the rejection, Seokjin grabs a tong and places a lobster on his plate.

“You yourself are an attractive young man, I’m sure you have choices of women far better than my daughter. Do you understand what I am saying, boy?”

Seokjin directs your father to the grill where he could watch the chef grill the lobster he chose, and while they watch the flames go up in smoke, Seokjin replied, “It’s quite the opposite, sir. Your daughter has choices of men far better than me. But we chose each other. And if you fear I hurt her, I’m afraid about that too. Not by me, but my surroundings.”

Seokjin blinks to the black screen of his computer, taken back to the present. He peeks through his bangs at the view of the airline tickets website heading to Seoul wondering if he could jump into an airplane right now. That’s right, he must have been away for too long. The moment you said you met someone, his heart sunk to the bottom of his stomach. He went to sleep right after the video call you both had. And when he did, he had a dream. In that dream, he was in the middle of a faceless crowd who was unaware of him there. He caught a glimpse of you and suddenly, these crowds turned into walls then to a maze. The vines grew but when he touched them, his fingers bled. He walked through the columns he was in, turning at the corners after corners, after endless corners to never see the way out and always catching only the sight of your fingers slipping at each edge. It was always close enough for him to touch but because of his doubt, his fear, he didn’t. As the maze grew in size it seems, Seokjin braved himself to touch you. After several tries, he managed to catch your hand and held it firm, enough to yank you towards him. That’s when the walls crumble into sand.

You looked at him unsuspectingly.

“I met someone,” your voice was distorted and detached. The moment your hands slipped out of his grasp, he shook himself awake.

And that’s why he is at the airport now, trying to catch a flight home to Seoul from Beijing. He is gripping on the bag strap until his knuckles turned white with eyes burning into the ‘departure’ sign at the top of the automated glass doors. He passes the ticket to the stewards and heads into the plane.

And I chase it down with a shot of truth.

In the plane, Seokjin requested for today’s newspaper. The front page reads “Kim Holdings Bribed Me.” Seokjin straightens up in his seat.

Seokjin checks for a press conference held by the accuser. He was wearing a black mask and held his face down in shame. The housing project Seokjin had started is under the scrutiny that the money obtained was a bribe and there was an alleged attempt for money laundering. The accusations came from none other than the Devil uncle and his illegitimate son, Ian. Seokjin believed that the sex tape scandal will soon follow if he dare to continue with appointing the new CFO* to replace the uncle.

CFO* : Chief Financial Officer

The Devil Uncle started several NGO* orphanages homes to avoid taxes and in turn, the orphans under the care were abused and severely neglected. Seokjin was trying to uncover more evidence to yank it from the nub and he cannot do that if he is in Seoul because the uncle and everyone that helped him will keep everything hidden. That’s why he had to leave. While the cat’s are away, the mice will play. He was collecting the evidence that would help him convince his father and the lawyer to get rid of the uncle. He was so close.

However, along with this news, Kim Holdings will look bad. What’s worse is that, Seokjin along with the new appointed CFO as the new faces of the company, would be most likely to be kicked out. Synonymously, new faces are expected to have less experience and usually shoulder the blame for the downfall of a project. The outermost layer of the wall gets the most abuse. Considering the years, Kim Holdings is no stranger to scandals like this. The same thing that gets them into trouble, is the same thing that gets them out: money. So what is the next step?

The division will try to contact Seokjin. The legal team will get involved, and Seokjin’s best bet is that they have already gotten their heads together. First, they will ensure if the accusation is legit and run in-house investigations. The financial department and ‘The Money Project’ team will be placed on lockdown. All paperwork are skimmed through and transaction records will be audited. When an accusation as serious as this occurs, it is absolutely fundamental that every single person involved is put under serious scrutiny and that includes the project leader: Kim Seokjin. He already expected his father would not come near him until he had fixed the whole problem and started with a clean slate. However,

His father is contacting him right now.

“There has been an attempt to cut you off the board of members,” Senior Kim sounded out of breath, “The legal team is investigating, where are you right now?”

“On my way home…” he said, pinching the bridge of his nose then glanced at the iPad screen on his lap.

“Good-good,” Senior Kim sounded pleased, “With how quick things are going, I am under the suspicion that someone in the board is trying to sever your project. I know you have a clear name in your head, but I believe there is more. I have just released the family registrar a week ago and I am certain someone is not happy about it.”

“I have more than one name,” Seokjin expressed.

“I know,” Senior Kim shot back, “There are several transactions that are disputed from your personal accounts that I would like to ask you about—”

“Dad,” Seokjin tries to explain, “It is not a bribe. That one is not a bribe, I promise.”

Senior Kim nods, “You’d think you’d be dumb enough to do bribes with a personal account? You’re my son, you can’t be that stupid. I believe you. I believe you now.”

Seokjin held his breath. The validation he had been begging for, all his life, is handed to him in a phone call. Seokjin knows how lonely it was for his father. He cannot trust many people and he had led a lonesome life with his reclusive attitude. He only had one friend, and that was your father. He is under the impression that everyone who knows him as a business magnate has no other intentions but to bring him down. And that belief can make someone very defensive even when he has no need to.

Midair, Seokjin learned about the scandal. He isn’t going to lie, running away from it would have been desirable albeit stupid. But knowing that you’re on the ground, with the possibilities of handling this alone, unsettles him. He is terrified. So many things could go wrong. But knowing that his father is on his side, eases him a bit. Having Senior Kim ensures experience. The rest, he will have to rely on the legal team and public relation (PR) team. He doesn’t know if you have learned about this. You said you were going to the lab for the morning. Upon remembering you, he texted Yoongi.

⸻

Seokjin pierced through the crowd, making his way through. Shoulders brushed, he muttered meaningless apologies. When he stepped out the glass doors of the arrival, he saw you. His feet lunge with gusto at the sight of you. He hopes to close the distance as quickly as he can. He leaves his luggage bag behind him, rolling on its wheels idly.

He collects you in his arms, burying his nose into your hair, inhaling your scent like he was deprived of it. His eyes are wide open, as if he couldn’t believe that he is on the soil of his home country after months away— and holding you in his arms. He couldn’t quite word his feelings. You were so tiny in his arms, and despite the impending fall that is waiting for him, it was you he was worried about. The worry was based on the understanding that you weren’t born in the limelight and all this is new to you. Seokjin doesn’t want the scandal to bludgeon you without him explaining the situation properly so he had Yoongi to conceal the whole thing. Only for Yoongi to reveal that you found out that he was on his way home and is already at the airport, waiting.

But when he loves me I feel like I’m floating. When he calls me pretty I— feel like somebody even when we fade eventually, to nothing— you will always be my favorite form of loving.

Patting the middle of his back gently, you wore the ring he gave you. You smiled into the rib-crushing hug, sighing contently. He rode his palm down one side of your body. Engulfing, it is almost as if he is a part of you— a part of you that you lost a long time ago. Your hand slid down the back of his head, down to his neck. It is the kind of hug that was compelling, different. When you feel his heartbeat, hear him breath, and the warmth radiating from him— you somehow lodge yourself in the state of acceptance; accepting that a part of you will always belong to him. You scratched mindlessly, the fabric of his long brown coat that he wore before sliding the tip of your nose on his shoulder and collarbones to shatter the moment with a chuckle, “That was some hug.” You felt his scruffy chin on your head. Pulling away, you stroked his chin with your thumb, back and forth.

“You need a shave,” you grinned, hoping to cheer him up but his smile was so brief. Wearing a worrisome expression, he dropped his gaze to the floor and swallowed his saliva. In the car, he was deathly quiet. All you could hear is the car engine emitting a soft purr at the acceleration. His beautiful face ghosts on the reflection of the car window. Restless eyes with a calm outward appearance. It was a confusing pair. Your fingers inches towards him, then you hold it out with faith that he will capture them. He caught it in a hindsight, immediately. You both sat there in the backseat of the sedan, looking out the car window on each side— fingers laced, hands intertwined, uncertain of the future and the fate it brings, but certain of each other.

Under the advice of the PR team, Seokjin and you will be housed together. The car stops in front of the house Seokjin had personally curated according to your wishes and dreams. In front of the poorly lit front door, Seokjin pressed his thumb on the pad next to the panel and the door’s shaft retracts mechanically, revealing a spacious living room with several pieces of furniture you remember picking out. Seokjin stood with his back leaning against the door, waiting for you to come in. The walls along the doorway were ash green, with beige-colored wood panels and wall skirtings in pearl white. The lights on the ceiling lit up as you walked in. Seokjin studied your back as he walked behind.

“I am still waiting for the bench to arrive from Japan. It will look better—” he spoke in one breath.

“ — it’s already so beautiful,” your voice softens, “You really tried to make my dreams come true. This is so-so much better than I imagined.”

“You haven’t seen the best thing,” he guides you to the kitchen. The marble counters lit, wide spaces and oven and microwaves. He pushed a button underneath the counter and it moved up and down; adjustable heights. Fridge camouflaged as cabinets. Hoods to suck in the smell away. Cutlery from Italy. Collection of knives from Japan, custom-made. Dishwasher. Glass cabinets. Everything is complete. The sink has a garbage disposal installed so you don’t have to deal with bones and icky things. Your hand glides hesitantly on the finishing, unable to wrap your mind around it— your dreams, realized. Seokjin leans to his side with folded arms on the wall opposite to the kitchen counter wearing a faint smile on his lips.

Your surgery is this week too. The look on his face was perplexed at how the situation would unfold. But who could have known.

“I’ll be home more, not sure if that’s to your likings,” Seokjin unfolds his arms and pulls out a tall stool from underneath the counter. He hangs his head down, avoiding eye contact with you. He clasped his hand, then unclasped them. Darts his eyes to the side and blinks repeatedly. He opens his mouth to speak then closes them again. You clasped your hand over his knuckles and squeezed them.

“I don’t know what it’s like, can’t really say I understand but,” you leaned your hip on the counter, patting your own hand that covered his, “You seem to be worried that things might get worse than it is, but here’s one thing I can assure you that you’re doing well… you’re keeping me safe like you promised.” He lifts his eyes slowly to meet yours. Standing in close proximity like this allowed you to count his lashes, the pore in his skin, and the way his lips shaped. Inching closer, you rested your head on his shoulder. His hand moved to conquer yours, sandwiching them together as he studied the lines in your palm— intently. You could feel how he was breaking inside, trying to stay strong, to put a believable front. Not because he is, but because he was expected to be.

You bear witness to him holding on the bits of strength he had— dying in the process. His stubbornness, the way he gets angry, and what gets him angry, how he smiles, how his lips curve— the memories etched in your memories. Your soul ignites when you’re with him. You’re unsure if he noticed but the distance had made your heart grow fonder. Every time he calls, his voice holds you captive like the sound of the falling rain. No one was ever interested in your life before, and with him, you felt you have an earnest audience who, no matter how stupid your presentations were, would clap for your efforts. You didn’t have to hide anything from him, you felt safe and protected. You might not know everything about Seokjin, but in this moment, you wanted to believe that you did. So you don’t have to feel alone anymore.

With your head pressed on his shoulder, he felt complete. He worried that the fact that he hasn’t showered would have made him smell repulsive, but you haven't budged in disgust. The sound of the rain hits the glass window, pattering. Your stomach growls.

“Moment’s ruined,” Seokjin jokes.

“Isn’t it,” you shot back, agreeing to his remarks. Hoisting yourself away from him, you dashed towards the fridge asking semi-loudly, “Should we cook some food?”

Seokjin’s eyes followed you, “Sure, what do you have in mind?”

“Have a seat and watch the TV, you had a long day,” you fetched the apron with a strange string and had trouble putting it on. Seokjin moves next to you and helps you with it.

“I can peel stuff, and debone things,” he offered help.

“Please, please, let me have this kitchen to myself,” you begged him, while pushing him out to the living room, “I don’t want you to be playing around in the kitchen. Go check your emails or stock market prices or whatever it is you businessmen do in your free time.”

Seokjin pushes his back into your hands lightly. You pushed him with all of your might until he finally gave up. He disappears into his home office. Seokjin leaves the door ajar so he could peek at you getting busy in the kitchen. Poking your head in the fridge with your bum out, you snatched spring onions, some tofu, eggs, minced beef. Adding minced garlic to the gochujang, you beat the eggs to make thin omelets on a different pan. Then you sliced the spring onion thinly, some sausages and uncooked ramen. You added some peeled and cubed potatoes as well. On a large circular flat pan, you arrange sliced sausages, onions, potatoes, fishcakes and minced beef. Chili powders, peppers. Sliced kimchi and marinated beef.

You added beef bone broth into the arrangements on the pan then added the premixed sauces, before putting it on the stove in the middle of the dining table. You ignited the flames on low and skipped to his office room. You bit your smile and proudly called him for dinner.

White rice in a bowl, the Army Base Stew is ready as it simmers slowly into a boil. Seokjin ate appetizingly. He barely spoke and kept stuffing his mouth with more food. You pinched the last slice of fishcake into his bowl with your chopsticks. He thanked you with his eyes. Eyeing his luggage in the dark corners of the living room, you asked if he needed washing and offered that you could help him with that. He replied that he will do it on his own later and he suggested that you could share the washing machine so it could run at once. You nodded.

“But what about my clothes? My PJs…” you asked him.

“There is some in the closet upstairs,” he slurps the leftover soup in.

You lifted your eyes at him, flickering hesitatingly. Your brain was processing that perhaps the available clothes were a handover from Rachel’s stay.

“Are they Rachel’s—��

“No.”

He stood up abruptly, collecting your empty bowl and placed them on top of his. He pushed his tongue against the wall of his cheek, trying to force the remnants of food from between his teeth. His eyes burn into the view of the finished food, focused into cleaning up.

“Go take a bath, put your dirty clothes outside the door,” he adds, turning his back to you. You stood up slowly, the chair pegs dragging against the wooden panels. You inched next to him to wash your hands. You disappeared upstairs. Seokjin stops washing the dishes momentarily. The water gushes out the tap onto his veiny hands and redden knuckles.

“What the hell does she take me for? Putting her in Rachel’s old clothing? That was such a damaging accusation,” Seokjin hisses under his breath before resuming to wash the soap away, “Do I look like a guy who would do that? After all that she-devil did to me and will do to me?” He nags into the sink. After the dishes were hung to dry on the dish racks, Seokjin unbuttons his dress shirt and removes his belt as he climbs up the stairs. Sliding the fabric off of his shoulder, he fetches the towel before unzipping his pants. As the soiled garment pooled around his ankles, he wrapped the towel around and tucked the end low on his slim waist. He collects your clothes with one swoop of his arm and he dashes to the laundry room.

He placed your blouse and his dress shirt into the same compartment. His jeans and your slacks next. He worked on the detergents and pressed on the buttons for the machine to begin washing. It wouldn’t be weird to sleep in one bed, would it? You’ve done it so many times before. He returns to the bedroom. Your phone on the bedside table, flashes. He didn’t mean to. He swore he didn’t mean to.

[Namjoon] Movie in an hour?

[Namjoon] sends an image.

He squints his eyes and lowers his upper body for a closer look. Forefinger swipes to clear all notifications and he realizes you don’t have any passwords on. He glances over the shoulder to see if there are any signs of you but from the sound of the shower turning on, he concludes that he is safe for now. He locked them again and placed it facedown on the table. He smashed his lips together and padded to the bathroom door, grabbed the knob and carefully twisted them. He saw your silhouette on the shower curtain, and turned to the sink. His heart is pounding against his ribcage. He knew because he placed his palm on top of his chest, attempting to calm his raging nerve. His eyes hooded, darkening.

He advances to the shower curtain, rips it open. Before you could even make sense of what was happening, Seokjin’s lips were on yours, pushing you against the mosaic tile wall. His hands were sleek on your skin. His back muscles stretch, shoulder blades move in sync with the movement. Steams puffed up the ceiling as you continue to elicit sinful noises. Hand marks drawn on the wall while you clawed his back, leaving red trails along his ribs. Water cascades down his body, pooling on your feet, trickling down his chin. Your hand sought purchase on his biceps as he devoured you whole. He bit your lower lips and dragged his teeth slowly to graze them. Ask you if he could have you.

But he didn’t. He stood there with his hooded eyes, watching your silhouette from the reflection in the mirror.

The curtain rings cling against each other as you step out of the shower. You put on the towels calmly when you see Seokjin. He was brushing his teeth, one hand clutching the brims of the counter. Glued his eyes to the mirror in front of him. Moving next to him, your hand grabbed the toothbrush and toothpaste.

“What did you do while I was cooking?” you asked.

“Watched the news…” he answered simply, “Your good friend Ian was there with the accuser.”

You brushed slower now. Can’t seem to meet him in the eye. Seokjin’s arm traps your upper body to the counter as he fetches the shaving cream and the shaver. You caught a glimpse of his side profile from the mirror, sending flutters to your heart. You are going to live with him for now. And this is the view you have to get used to. Naked, wrapped in towels in the same bathroom. Sleeping in the same bed, waking up next to each other. Eating on the same table, cooking together. Asking about his day and him asking yours. You choked on the foams and he gave a half-hearted glance. He was unaffected. Continued his task of smearing the shaving cream over neck and jaws. He starts from the base of his neck. The blade tipped upside down, his eyes thinned as he tilted his chin upward.

You watched the blade erase the trace of the foam, revealing his skin from underneath it. Simply incredible.

“What is it?” Seokjin tutted his tongue and placed the shaver down. He frowns at you.

“OMG chill, I haven’t seen anyone shave this close. I find it oddly, sexy,” you shrugged nonchalantly, grabbing the tube of your facial wash and moving away.

“Where are you going with that?!” He eyed the facial foam.

“Washing my face downstairs!” you rolled your head, walking behind him.

He caught your wrist. He yanks it back to where you were.

“You have a habit of saying notorious things and then walk away without dealing with it's consequences, do you do that to everyone you meet?” he resumes shaving, his eyes glide to you, sideways.

“I don’t exactly know that many people,” you darted back and began splashing your face with water, “I say whatever that is on my mind, and it’s not like you don’t know you look good…”

Seokjin fights the urge to pout, to give out any definable expression, “What’s the use of looking this good if—”

You gasped, “Oh my god...my eye. The soap got into my eye, help…Help!” You patted the air and tried to find his body, and when you did, you glided your palm down and yanked his arm towards you. Pulling the face towel from the wall, the metal ring rattle against itself. He wipes the soap away from your eyes, while hushing you to stay still. But your hands flap, whining that the pain was still there. Seokjin turned on the tap and guided you to the running water. He continued shaving while you wiped your face down. You left the bathroom and got dressed. You hear the shower being turned on. The television flashes on and the midnight news is on. Of course, the news covered Seokjin's case. The accuser who made the police report was an architect in-charge of the older version of the blueprint. And Seokjin was right, Ian was standing on behalf of the accuser, wearing a black mask and dark grey suit. He scratched his temple and his wedding ring was on display.

The accuser finished his statement, bombarded by questions by reporters but he refused to entertain any. Not only that, he was seen leaving the premises in Ian's protective arms as he was swarmed by hounding reporters who could be heard asking repetitive questions. This was such a confusing situation. While Seokjin is away, you learn a few things about him from Yoongi. His likes and dislikes, his antics and how he manages his problems. He was like the ocean. He can look so calm, hiding violent creatures within him. Or like an onion, layer by layer coming off. You climbed on the bed into the duvet after the news ended. Seokjin got dressed and went downstairs.

He grabs a tall glass of water and punctures a blister of anti-allergen pill. For the garlic he ate from your cooking. He didn’t want to tell you and gave you unnecessary panic. He slips the tiny yellow pill into his mouth and drinks water. He fetched a bottle of Zoloft and slipped them in his mouth. He heard the stairs creak when you climbed down. He didn’t glance up to see who it was because he knew.

“What’s that?” you asked.

“Anti-anxiety,” he said, “Helps me relax...”

Slipping in the duvet together, you both stared at the ceiling. You heard the raindrops from outside and the thunder rippling through the sky. The weighted blanket feels like a hug and despite you trying to hide it, your heart is at ease, knowing that Seokjin is right beside you tonight. Unlike always.

“Well, this is strange,” you huffed.

“I know…” he shot back.

“When we’re apart, we call each other every other day and I get to talk to you until you fall asleep and now that we’re next to each other… you feel like a stranger,” you let out a small giggle at the end.

“Am I?” he blinks at you, lying next to him.

Not exactly. Your heart whispered.

“Am I?” he turns to his side, tipping his eyes downwards where your lips are then back to your eyes.

He spoke in hushes, “Your voice helps me sleep…” his eyes darted left and right, seeking for yours, “You keep running in my mind like a broken record.”

Your eyes flutter as his finger grazes your skin. He hooks his fingers, pushing away the baby hair from your face. Just then, the lightning flashes at the window and you jump closer to him, grabbing the front of his pajamas and he wraps one arm over your shoulder. With his neck in your face, you held your breath and gulped. You could see his Adam’s apple bobbing hesitantly. Bergamot, clary sage notes on his aftershave balms. His skin looks smooth and so inviting. He stiffens. Froze when your lips brushed against his neck next to his Adam’s apple.

Pulling away slightly to find his clouded eyes, widening against yours. You slipped out a smirk on the corner of your lips. Fully aware that he caught it.

“I find it pleasing that we are not from the same field. I know nothing about your business and you know nothing about my research and yet we are here in this room together…” You returned to your side of the bed, putting one hand on top of the other, staring at the ceiling, “You hide things so well… I wish to be like you.”

Seokjin blinked to the side where you were. How will he explain that his staidness isn’t to hide the things he fears but to fit whatever narration the office gave him? How will he explain to you that hiding fear isn’t strength? He is hanging by a strand of thread at the edge of the cliff and his father is holding the other end. His mind flashes to the sight of Ian in the media conference siding the accuser. He is sure that Ian’s father would have a key-role to the accusation considering how sloppy and uncoordinated the attack was. Seokjin is sure that he doesn’t want to keep that uncle in the association. The corporation is no stranger to false accusations but this was indeed too much.

“Seokjin,” you softly called his name, “Are you asleep?”

“Hm…”

“Will this affect our contract?”

Do you want it to?

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To be continued…

Copyright © August 3rd, 2021 namjoonchronicles do not repost, and thank you for reading :)

[Note] Taking this chance to apologize for the delay and would like to thank you for taking the time to wait so earnestly for my entry. And just like that, my semester break is gone. I will begin my second half of the final year in a week, and I would like to stress that this is not a hiatus announcement but rather a formal notice, a sort of note to my loyal friends who diligently wait for my updates all this while. Please look forward to the next chapter <3

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[lovelybunny08]

The Boy From the Coffee Shop

♡ Pairing- TAEHYUNG X Reader

♡ Genre- Romance, SMUT, ONE SHOT  

♡Description- What happens when you break up with your boyfriend and go to a coffee shop. And once there you meet someone would you live with him or stay and drink your coffee.

♡ Again thank you S for editing all my story. Seriously love you I dont know what I will do without you.😭😭

♡ Word Count- 2,698

⚠️ Warning- 🔞

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Here you was sitting at a coffee shop you have never been to but you needed to get out of your apartment, no matter what. You just found out that your boyfriend just cheated on you with your best friend and you didn’t know what to do. All you knew is that you didn’t want to be at your apartment, you needed air, you needed something.

You kept remembering what he told you when you caught him. His excuse was you never had time for him and you didn’t know how to pleasure him like Nicole did. You worked so hard to try and get tickets for a vacation you wanted to book for you and him for his birthday. The only good thing that came out of this is that you haven’t booked anything.

“Excuse me but why are you crying?”

You looked up and there was a boy, no a man, sitting in front of you. He was the handsomest man you have ever seen with his curly hair and devilish look. You touch your face to realize that you were crying.

“Oh, I didn’t realize I was” he gave you a napkin and you wiped your tears with them.

“Thank you” you told him.

“Now will you tell me why a beautiful person as yourself is crying alone in a café?”

You don’t know why you wanted to tell him what is wrong with you. Maybe because you had no one to talk to or because you needed to let it out.

“My boyfriend cheated on me and I needed to get out” “Get out? Did he hurt you?” you saw the concern in his eyes.

“No No” you waved your hands in front of his face.

“I found out that he cheated on me with my best friend and I needed air. If I stayed at home I felt like I couldn’t breathe”

“Well he is a stupid one for leaving a beautiful lady like you. I know this is stupid but would you want to go out to eat. I saw all you had was coffee and that’s not good for your stomach.”

You know what he was saying is true, having too much coffee always upsets your stomach. You normally wouldn’t go out with a person you just met but something about him, you don’t know, makes you trust him.

“Can I know your name before I say yeah?” he laughed a soulful deep laugh you never heard before.

“ You are right, my name is Taehyung but my friends call me Tae and you?

“ Y/n”

“ Well Y/N do you want to go to dinner with me?” He said smiling with a boxy smile and you couldn’t help but laugh. You don’t know what it is,  you just met him,  but he made you feel at ease and made you feel so relaxed like you can trust him.

“Yes” you told him.

“Then let's go” he said holding out his hand and you took it. You both left the café and took a taxi to the restaurant.

The restaurant was fancier than what you expected, you looked down at your clothes and grabbed Taehyung's arm.

“I don’t think I’m dressed right for this place” you told him and he looked at you up and down.

“My friend owns this place, don't worry about it.” He said, giving you his boxy smile again. You went to the restaurant and the waitress took you to a private booth in the back. You were surprised with how grand the restaurant was. You both sit in the booth with him next to you. He orders your favorite wine and some delicious food. You both were talking and drinking the whole not that you started feeling yourself get tipsy.

You kept on looking at his beautiful face and noticed he had a cute mole in the tip of his nose.

“You're so beautiful” You told him you felt brave with the 3rd glasses of wine you already had.

“You are the beautiful one here” he said, you didn’t notice how close you were but you wanted to kiss him so deadly.  You were so tipsy so you didn’t care, you went put your arms around his neck and kissed him. You were expecting for him to push you away but was surprised when he kissed you back. You felt his tongue on the bottom of your lips and you opened your mouth slightly and felt his tongue in your mouth. You both were kissing each other like your life depended on it. You pull the hair on the back of his neck to try to get him closer. You need to feel him closer, you need him to touch you. You don’t know when it happened but you are now straddling him. Your hands were running through his soft curly hair that felt so good to feel. He started kissing you down your neck and found your spot below your ear at the same time you were rubbing him and couldn’t help but moan when you felt how hard he was getting.

He pulled away for a second and both of you were breathing heavily.

“I think we should take this somewhere private?” you know it was wrong to go somewhere with a person you just met. But you don’t know if it was the wine but you wanted him and needed him. You never felt like this before.

“Yes” you told him getting up from him.

“ Then let's go” he said, grabbing your arm and going outside to grab a taxi.

You both got to his apartment in UN village , known as one of the places only the rich and famous live. You follow him to his building and to the elevator to one of the top floors of the building. When you enter the apartment it is luxurious with meaning painting around. It almost looked like an art gallery,

“Do you want more wine?” you honestly wanted some more you were starting to get nervous. But not that you wanted to be there no more like you were nervous from excitement you didn’t know what to do.

“Here” he handed you a glass of wine “relax I won't bite you, yet” he said with a laugh then biting his own lips.

God he was so hot doing that.

“Let's watch a movie,'' he said going to the living room and sitting down. “You followed him and sat down next to him taking a huge sip of your wine.

“Do you want to pick what movie?”

“you can pick” you told him, honestly you don’t know what movie he picked. You honestly couldn’t pay attention to what was playing on the screen because you wanted to kiss him again and feel him touching you. You put your glasses down that you finished on the floor and grabbed his glass and put it down too. You straddle him again and he looked you in the eyes with a little surprise.

“I want to kiss you again” you told him.

“Then go for it princess” You put your arms around his neck and kissed him. It was innocent at first and slow but then he grabbed your hair and pulled you closer. You moved your body close to him as possible with your dress riding up. Both your tongues were at war with each other.

One of his hands went down to your back, lowered your zipper down and then he pulled away and you got up and slowly started taking your clothes in front of him. You decided to keep your heels on and went back to straddling him again. You kissed him hard again you never done this before but something about you makes you feel so sexy and confident.

Next minute you know he turned you over to lay on the couch with him on top of you. You looked up at him and he had both your hands pinned on top of you and with his other hand he was taking off his tie.

“I’m going to make you forget about your ex princess” he said tying your hands together “ I am going to make you mine” and then he kissed you. His kiss was soft but hard full of need. When he was kissing you his hands went down your body and with one hard pull he ripped your bra off of you. You found it so hot that he did that, you wanted to touch him but your hands are tied above you.

“I will buy you another one” right after he said that he started sucking your nipples with his other hand running down your body. It felt so good feeling his hands down your body that you couldn’t help but moan.

Then his hand finally rushed where you wanted it. He switched nipples and started rubbing you over your panties. You moan from the feeling of him rubbing you. You closed your eyes and lifted up your body to feel more of him.

He started kissing down your body till he got your pantyline and he looked up at you. You lifted your ass from the couch and he pulled them down. He threw them somewhere in the room. He spreaded your leg wide with lifting one of your legs over his shoulder.

He started eating you out like a starving man and you couldn’t help but to moan in pleasure. God the things he was doing to you with his tongue was driving you crazy. His tongue was everywhere in you, licking you everywhere. To drive you more crazy you felt him put a finger in you while licking your clit.

“ Oh Taehyung please” you don’t know what you were begging for all you know you need something. You never felt like this before with your ex. It was normally about him, about making him feel good, this was the first someone who went down on you.  But this felt amazing him licking you while he pumps his finger in and out of you. You never felt this feeling before but you were sure this is what people said an orgasm felt like.

You felt it, you were so close, you wanted to grab his hair but you couldn’t so you clawed the pillow behind your back and lifted your hips closer to his mouth.

“ Taehyung…” you moaned, you cummed so hard that you felt like your eyes rolled that back of your head. He kept licking even after you cum and finally he stopped and came up to you.

“So how was that?” he asked you, you were still out of breath from everything that happened.

“Honestly that was amazing, I never felt like that”

“you never cum?” he gave you a confusing look

“It was always about making my ex feel good” you said, turning your head to look away.

He grabbed your head and forced you to look at him.

“Then this is all about you tonight” and then he kissed you again. You can taste yourself in his mouth. His hands went down your body again bringing that same heat as before to your body.

“can I touch you?” he chuckled a little

“Not tonight princess” he said and kissed you. This kiss was sweet. You can feel his want from his kiss and you can taste yourself. His hands run down your body again bringing that heat you felt before. He found your clit again and started rubbing again. He inserted a finger in you and started pumping and then two it was driving you crazy.

“Taehyung please”

“Do you want my dick inside you?”

“Hmmm”

“Yess please” you almost screamed, he took his finger out of you and got on his knees in front of you. He bites his lips while unzipping his pants and pulling his pants down with his boxer.

His dick was fully in front of you and you never saw something so big. You wondered if it would fit inside you but honestly you didn’t care if it tore you apart you wanted him inside you.

He started rubbing himself in front of you. He looked so hot with his curly hair all messy and in front of his eyes. His long fingers around his dick pumping himself you couldn’t help but moan from this sight.

“you want me inside you?” he said looking at you

“want me to fuck you like a fucking whore?”

“Yes, Taehyung please” you begged him. He lowered himself to you and kissed you hard on the lips while you felt him on your entrance. You moan in the kiss and tried to move your hips to get him inside you already. He pinned your hips down and looked at you and gave you that boxy smile you started to really love. He started slowly going in you you through your head from the ecstasy feeling you were getting of him starching you out. He was big, bigger than any guy you ever had before. It was painful, but you loved the pain he was giving you.  He didn’t move for a second for you can get use to him. But you needed him to move you need him to make you his any way he wanted to. You grabbed his curly hair and kissed him and moved your hips a little to give him some knowledge he can move. He pulled out and then entered you slowly so slow that you thought you were going to die. He kept doing this pull out and slowly enter you. Him going so slow was killing you, you swear you going to die from how slow he was going.

“Please faster,” you told him. He looked as you with a smirk you “you want me to move faster he said starting to kiss you down your neck.

“Please Tae”

“Hmm” he said still slowly moving in you and kissing your neck.

“god please “

“there no god here sweetie”

“Fuck daddy please “you begged him you don’t care how you sounded you just needed him to move faster. He started to laugh and picked up his speed  moving faster and harder in you. You wrapped your legs around his waist having your heels digging on his ass. He kept going faster and faster and harder.

“Yes, daddy yes”

“fuck your so fucking tight”

“do you want me to cum inside you hmmm, do you want me to make you my whore?”

“Yes, please cum inside me make me your whore please”

He fucked you harder repeatedly, his hands went down your body and started rubbing your clit in the same time. You leaned your head back and rolled your head back of your head. You sum so hard, never in your life did you ever cum as hard as Taehyung made you. He didn’t let you relax or fully come down from the high you were in. He kissed you hard again on the lips while fucking you and rubbing your clit in the same time. Few seconds matter both of you cum hard together. He pulled out of you and fall next to you, both of you laid there for a second catching your breath. He got up untied your wrist, you rubbed your wrists while he went and got a towel to help clean you.

He cleaned you up and he laid down next to you on the couch.

“sorry about the wrist” he said, and you laughed.

“sorry about your ass” he laughed

“why don’t we finally go to the room?”

You got up to follow him but weren’t able to walk. He turned around to look at you and started to laugh. He carried you to the room and lied you down, he lied next to you and pulled the covers over both of you.

“I know this is the wrong thing to ask but would you like to go out with me?”

You looked at him and giggled “ yes I would love that” both of you fell asleep after in each other arms.

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[honey-boyyoongi]

La Vie en Rose

Y/n x ??

Part: 3/??

Y/N is just trying to survive school and her best friends. As well as the cutie from her tutoring group.

A/N: I’d really appreciate any feedback y’all have of the Au so far!

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[sweetwritertanya]

Perfect to Me

Summary: After you see an interview with Jimin, your boyfriend, something he says breaks your heart. And you get incredibly mad at him.

Warnings: fluff and angst! Not a lot of angst, just enough to make the fluff even sweeter, in my opinion.

Word Count: 1830

It shouldn’t hurt you like it did. It really shouldn’t. A part of you knows he didn’t mean it the way you taken it, that if he only knew how bad it would hit you, he would have sewed his own mouth shut to keep the words from falling out. But he still said it, and you heard it. And it hurt so much.

On an interview after one particular memorable aerial silk dance he had with another female idol for a big award show, Jimin was asked a very common question whenever collaborations like these occurred. He was asked what he thought of his dancing partner and how she did. You would have been fine with pretty much any other compliment he gave her, except for the one thing he ended up saying.

Looking down at the petite blushing girl next to him, Jimin smiled coyly, his eyes almost disappearing behind his cheeks, before answering.

“She was amazing, as always. Aerial dancing is very difficult, but she is quick on the feet and so light like a feather. She is perfect, really.”

When you heard that, siting on your couch after a long day at work, having turned on the TV just to see his performance, it completely shattered your heart. Perfect. He called her perfect. A woman that couldn’t be farther away from you, was perfect to him. Why was he even with you, then?

The few tears that managed to escape your eyes were quickly wiped from your chubby cheeks as you turned off the television. The painful shock of his words had transformed into absolute rage. Fuming, you turned off your phone and stormed into your bedroom, slamming the door to the empty apartment. If he knew what was good for him, he would stay away from you for the next few days.

Of course, he didn’t.

The very next day, it was Friday and you spent your whole day distracted at work because of him, those haunting words replaying over and over on your mind, fueling your hurt and anger. You kept your phone off, just in case he even dared calling or texting you. He did worse.

After getting home, you had just enough time to shower and start preparing your dinner when your doorbell rang. Opening your front door, your eyes widened and your mouth fell open, unable to believe the audacity of this person.

“Cupcake, your phone is off, did you know?” he asks nonchalant, coming in without invitation with a sparkle on his eyes as he kept something behind his back.

You didn’t even close the door, you just eyed him with incredulity, lips still parted but hands turning into fists at your sides. He didn’t notice, moving to close the door on your stead, and smiling angelically at you when he reveals the box he had on his hands behind his back.

“Surprise! Your favorite chocolates” he says in a happy tune, placing them on the nearby counter of your kitchen and opening the box himself, completely oblivious to your frustration with him. “I may have a few myself, I’ve been craving sweets since I started practicing for yesterday’s performance. Here.”

He picks up one chocolate in between his index finger and thumb, holding it up to your firmly shut lips, only now noticing you frown. A mixture of confusion and worry take over his expression and you feel a pang of guilt, never liking to see that expression on his face. But you had a good reason to be angry at him. A very good reason.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, when you turn your face away and move to the stove, where you had been previously cooking your dinner. “You never refused a chocolate before.”

And again, a twinge of guilt pulls at your hurting heart, because your love for chocolate was a big reason for your chubby figure. If only you had been able to say no to the devil’s treat a bit more often, then maybe you wouldn’t have grown so big. But that didn’t matter now.

“Well, I’m starting to refuse chocolates from now on” you spat, not able to look at him as you turned off the stove, your hands shaking a bit at how mad you were. “Especially from you.”

That seemed to trigger his anxiety and he was now right by your side, hands hoovering above your body, as if unsure if he could even reach for you or not. Good thing, because you would slap his hands away if he dared touch you.

“W-What’s wrong? Are you angry with me?” he asks in a hesitant whisper next to you, eyes trying to reach for yours but you refuse to look at him.

“I don’t know, you tell me” you bark back, moving away from him and going to open your main door again. “Maybe you should leave and go think about it for a few days.”

In a flash he was right in front of you, right hand slamming the door shut behind you and a shaky hand grabbing your wrist. You finally looked up at him and you swallowed down a bump in your throat as you noticed his tear filled eyes. His cheeks and ears were turning red as he tried his best to not cry, but his glassy slim eyes wouldn’t hold on much longer.

“I-I’m sorry. Whatever it was I did, I’m sorry. P-Please don’t be angry at me” he begs in unstable breaths, the hand on your wrist holding you just a bit tighter than before.

“How? How can I not be mad at you, Jimin?!” you finally snap, your own eyes prickling as you force your wrist away from his grasp and lift your chin up. “I told you! I told you, when we started dating, that I had self-esteem issues! I told you it made no sense in my mind that somebody like you wanted to date somebody like me!” The first tear rolled down your cheek and it killed you to see his own falling down too. “Just go away, Jimin! Go away and be with someone you actually want! Your perfect girlfriend.”

You try to move away, avoid that intense hurt gaze he was staring at you with, but he pins your back to the door using his own body, pressing himself against you and both of his small hands are grabbing your cheeks. He flinches just for a moment under your boiling scrutiny.

“Y/N, please!” he sniffs. “Don’t send me away. I want you, I love you. You are my perfect girlfriend already, please!”

“Liar” you cry out, your own voice cracking now. “You said she was perfect. The girl from yesterday. Quick on her feet, light like a feather and perfect” you finally explained.

“Oh, cupcake…” he exhales, realization hitting him at last. But you don’t let him talk, your anger and hurt screaming to come out.

“You know how hard it was… for me to believe you liked me. How I always thought you would be better off with someone like her instead of me. And now… now that I finally had some confidence in your feelings for me, some confidence in myself for once, you went ahead and said something like that. You said she was perfect, Jimin.”

Your voice sounded pathetic even in your own ears and you felt yourself blush in embarrassment at the admission of your frail mentality. But soon Jimin is kissing your tears away, even with his own cheeks still stained with his, hands soothing your sensitive skin, and whispering apologies and sweet words to you as he did so.

“Sorry… My beautiful Y/N, it’s my fault.” He pressed his forehead against yours and waits until you lift your eyes to his before he explains himself. “I meant she was perfect for the aerial dance. Not that she was perfect to me.”

It takes you a moment to process what he said and he has a knowing smile tugging at his lips when realization hits you. You suddenly feel like the biggest idiot on the world, but also a sense of relief washes over you completely. Getting angry again, but this time for complete different reasons, you hit him on the chest with absolutely no strength.

“You idiot!” you cry. “Why did you say it like that? Why did you not explain it sooner? It hurt me so much!”

His arms wrap around you tightly, making you burry your head on his chest as he kisses your temple lovingly. Your arms go around his waist loosely, still embarrassed at everything.

“I’m sorry, cupcake. It was my fault, I misspoke and didn’t even realize it. I’ll never make a dumb mistake like that again, okay?” he promises against your hair.

“No, I’m sorry… I got angry and instead of trying to talk it out with you, I just shut you out” you admit, knowing damn well you needed to change that. “So much for being your perfect girlfriend, am I right?”

Your last words were muffled against his chest, but he heard them nonetheless. Pulling on your hair just slightly to make you look up at him, he crashes his full soft lips into yours for a loving kiss, full of relief and want and passion. His mouth nibbles at yours until you open up, his expert tongue coming out to make your knees wobbly at the pleasurable sensation it evoked.

Alongside his fresh minty taste, you could taste the salty tears that had spilled from his eyes. You felt so bad for making him cry over a misunderstanding that your arms moved to the back of his neck and pulled him even down further, enticing a moan from the depth of his throat as his hands grasped tightly at the rolls on your sides, to keep him steady. With a last flick of your tongue on his sensitive lips, you part in order to breathe.

“You are perfect, cupcake. No matter what, you are perfect to me” he assured you, hands roaming up and down your back.

“Even with all my insecurities?” you sniffle.

“Yes.” He rubs his nose against yours.

“Even if I’ll always be chubby and can’t say no to chocolates?” you persist, although a bit more cheerfully this time.

He chuckles and pushes your body a bit more strongly against his lean one, a hand on your waist and another moving down to your bum. He presses a chaste kiss against your lips when you gasp at his squeeze.

“Especially if so. Don’t you know how fun it is to hold you?” he smirks that devilish smile at you, that never quite stops taking your breath away or your heart race against your ribcage.

“Hum, maybe you need to remind me” you offer teasingly, pulling a bit on your arms around his neck.

“Whatever my cupcake says” he eagerly agrees, making you giggle as he leans down to kiss you again.

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[thecozywhaleshark]

King of Hearts (pt. 9)

Word Count: 4062

Warnings: Angst. Smut. Oral (f. receiving). Praise. Unprotected sex (you know the drill beans, wrap it up). Basically the softest smut you’ve ever seen.

Summary: You thought you and Jin were done, but then he showed up at your book signing...

“Y/n Y/L/N?”  “That’s me,” you nod vaguely in the direction the voice was coming from and sign another copy of your new book, smiling up at the woman before you. 

“Hey, yeah I have an issue with this book.” A copy of King of Hearts slams down in front of you and you take a deep breath before looking up at the reader.

“I’m sorry sir, but please wait your turn.” You turn your gaze cooly towards the man and come face to face with the inspiration behind the novel. 

Oh shit.

“And um - what seems to be the problem?” Your mouth has gone dry and you lick your lips, desperate for some moisture. 

Jin’s heavy gaze falls on you. “I don’t like the ending.” 

~

All the air seems to have left your lungs as you stare at the man in front of you. 

He looks good, as always. In fact, he looks too good. 

You clear your throat. “And what would you have me do about it?” 

He folds his arms over his chest. “Write a sequel.” 

You feel your jaw tick as you drag his copy over to you and click your pen. “I wasn’t planning on it. I have other stories to write.” 

“But I think that there is so much left to their story that needs to be told.” 

“Yeah? Like what? Where would you have me go with it?” You look up from his book and lean back in your chair, trying to act casual. 

“Well for starters, I think they should have an extended conversation about her feelings towards him and his feelings towards her.” 

You roll your eyes. “They already did, at the end of the book. Ryan didn’t feel the same way.” 

“Well maybe Ryan didn’t have a chance to say how he really felt, maybe Katherine didn’t give him the chance.” 

You stand up from your seat, outraged. “Katherine gave him many chances, but he wasn’t making anything clear!” 

“Well Katherine wasn’t making things very clear either! What was Ryan supposed to think?! Katherine didn’t tell Ryan her feelings so Ryan couldn’t tell her his - because if he did, then what if Katherine wanted nothing to do with him anymore?” Jin’s frustrated eyes filled with an unwanted dampness that he angrily blinked back. 

You blinked back, surprised. 

“And if Katherine didn’t want anything to do with him... then I don’t think Ryan would ever recover from that rejection.” 

Jin shoves his hands in his pockets, looking down and shuffling his feet. 

“I’ll take your ideas into consideration, sir.” You manage to say, your voice cracking as you hurriedly sign his copy of the book and hand it back to him, looking him in the eye. “If you want, we can talk more about this later after the signing?” 

Jin swallows thickly and nods. “That would be nice.” 

“Okay then.” You put on your brightest, fakest smile and sit back down. “Have a good day.” 

~

Tapping his fingers nervously against the sunniest table Christine’s Cafe could offer, Jin checked his watch, again.

Five more minutes.

He was anxious for you to get here, but even more anxious for the conversation that lay ahead.

When he had first picked up the book the week it was published, he almost hadn’t read it.

But it was one piece of you, a new piece of your brain, and so he had bought it, ignoring the looks the cashier had given him for buying a piece deemed erotica.

And the story had swallowed him whole. 

It was... him. It was you. It was you and him. Both of you. Together. Your entire love story. 

And he found that couldn’t put it down. He read the entire thing in one sitting, even calling off one of his clients to postpone to a later date so he could finish. 

But the finish, that was when he knew he had to see you. 

So he found your book tour on your website, had gone. 

Had almost thrown up when he saw you, sitting at that desk and looking like you had everything together, while he felt like he was about to crumble if you so much looked at him. But he had managed to hold it together.  

And then when you had signed his copy, you’d left a note. 

“Meet me at Christine’s at 5-”

It was the first time he had felt, well, anything, in months. 

He wouldn’t miss this meeting for the world. 

~

You take a deep breath before you open the door to Christine’s, the place where this had all started. It had been a while since you had last been here. Had been a while since you had last seen Jin too... until today. 

Looking around, you find him at the exact table you had made your contract at, staring absentmindedly out the window. He looks nervous. 

He’s cute when he’s nervous. 

You’re nervous too. 

Just go over there.

Breathe.

Be brave. 

“Hi,” you say, making him jerk his head away from the window and awkwardly attempt to stand up as you pull out your own chair and sit down.

“Hi,” he says shortly, ducking his head a little and running his palms over his pants as he tries to offer you a small smile. 

“So...” you pick up the menu and begin to flip through it, though you have no idea how you are going to stomach anything right now.

He’s right there.

Like, right there.

Shut up and stop stating the obvious brain. 

Focus. 

F o c u s.

You swallow the lump in your throat and choose something blindly from the menu. “Do you know if the tuna melt here is any good?” 

He blinks. “Um, I’m sorry - I don’t know,” 

“Guess the only way to find out is to try,” you say with a shrug, putting down the menu. “What are you getting?” 

“I haven’t decided... I didn’t know we’d be eating.” 

You shove the menu in his direction. “I think it would be wise. We have a lot to talk about.” 

He nods. “We do.” 

He scans the menu and orders for the both of you, while you watch him over your glass of water. 

The waitress walks away and he turns back to you. You cock your head, studying him across from you until you see his ears turn red and he laughs nervously. 

“What?” 

“Nothing.” You shake your head, taking a sip of your water. “I just never thought I’d see you again.”  Jin ducks his head, bringing his napkin into his lap to fiddle with it. “I had hopes.” 

“You did?” 

He did? 

He thought of you? 

He thinks about you? 

What?

“I... I just didn’t know if you’d want to see me.” He meets your gaze across the table and instead of feeling flattered, you feel yourself getting enraged. 

“Well maybe if you would have reached out I would have responded,” you snap, putting down your glass a little harder than you intended. 

“I didn’t know if you wanted me to reach out - you’re the one who cut things off.” He folds his arms over his chest. “It seemed like a pretty clear ‘No Jin I don’t like you bye bye now we’re done’ to me.” 

You glower at him over the table. “I do not speak like that.” 

He rolls his eyes. “Whatever.”

You sit in heavy silence until the waitress comes over carrying your plates of food.

You both begin to eat in silence, picking at your food, not looking at each other until finally, you had had enough. 

You sigh, tossing down one of your fries. “Did we really come here just to bicker?” 

Jin looks up at you, surprise flickering in his eyes before he ducks his head, twirling his pasta with a fork. 

“...I came here because I missed you,” he whispers.  

“You... missed me?” You answer, and your voice comes out more breathless than you would have liked. 

He shrugs, picking at the chicken in his dish. “A bit.” 

You pick up one of your fries and toss it at his head, smiling when it bounces where you aimed. 

“A little bit or a lotta bit? Cuz their’s a difference.” 

He glares at you, shaking his head to make sure the food is gone. “A lotta bit.” 

You bite your lip, ducking your head before looking back up at him shyly. “I missed you too.” 

Jin gives you the first real smile since you sat down, a weight seeming to be lifted off his shoulders. “I’m glad.” 

You smile shyly at each other before you remember the reason you came together in the first place. To talk. 

“So, Jin.” You pick up your sandwich and take a bite. “I don’t think we know a whole lot about each other.”

“I’d counter, I think we know a great deal about each other,” he smirks, sending you a wink over the table. 

You feel a blush rising to your cheeks and you send him a glare. “I didn’t mean physically, dumbass.” You gesture between yourselves. “I meant like, who you are and who I am - outside of the careers.” 

He nods. “If it helps, I read your bibliography at the back of your book.” 

You snort. “That doesn’t count.” 

“So are you telling me that you did not grow up in Massachusetts and spend your free time painting? That’s lying to the people Y/n. I feel betrayed.” He fake gasps, placing a hand over his heart. 

“You know what I meant!” You laugh, tossing another fry at him. “I meant like.. What even is your real name? Like your full name? I don’t even know that.” 

“It’s Seokjin. Kim Seokjin..” He smiles at you over the table. “But my friends call me Jin. My friends and... well, my clients.” 

“Y/n Y/L/N. But my friends call me Y/n.” You hold out your hand. “Nice to meet you.” 

He smiles, taking your hand in his. “You too.” 

~

You don’t know how long you both sat their and talked. Long enough to see couples come, sit, eat, and go multiple times before you finally leaned back in your chair, shaking your head.

“God,” you laugh nervously, pushing a hand through your hair. “We really don’t know anything about each other, do we?”  “I guess we don’t,” Jin answers softly, pushing his finger into the ring of water left on the table from his glass, smearing it in a squiggly line towards the window. 

“So what do we do now?” you whisper, looking up at him across the table. “Do we move on?”  “Or do we start over?” Jin looks up at you, his eyes hopeful. “Please, y/n,” he reaches out and cups his hand over your own. “I don’t want to be done with you yet.” 

All the air seems to have been knocked out of your lungs as you stare back at him.

“Please,” he whispers once more before sliding his hand off of yours. “I think we both have feelings for each other, though I have no idea how we managed to hold onto them in the chaos that has been our relationship so far.” 

He laughs shortly, causing you to chuckle with him as you both remember the chaos of how this all started and how you came to be in this moment. 

“But all I know, is that I want to work on this with you. I want this,” he gestures between you both frantically, the words spilling out of his mouth as if he can’t say them fast enough, as if he’s afraid you’ll leave before he can. “I want us. And I know nothing makes sense right now, and we both have crazy lives and I don’t know how literally anything is going to work, god I don’t know how my job is going to work with this but,” he takes a deep breath and reaches out to take both of your hands. “But, I want to try. With you. Y/n Y/L/N... would you be willing to try with me?” 

You don’t have the words to speak as you stand up from the table, sliding your hands out from under his own. 

He makes a move to stand, but you place your hands on his shoulders, watching as they move automatically towards his neck before lowering your forehead to his. 

“Kim Seokjin,” you whisper, stroking his cheekbones with your thumbs as you rest your eyes for a second before taking a leap of faith. “I want to try with you.” 

When you kiss him, it’s different this time. Softer, gentler, full of promise - and yet still so warm you can feel it traveling down your body to the tips of your toes. 

When you pull back, he comes in for one more, and you let him. It feels too good not to. 

When you pull away from each other the second time, you're both a little breathless, both a little flushed. 

“We should probably go,” Jin whispers and you nod, pulling back from him. He stands and immediately takes your hand, making sure his phone and wallet are in his pockets before he tugs your towards the door. 

He walks you to your car, and before you can get in he gently tugs at your hips, turning you towards him again. 

“One last kiss?” He asks, and you can’t say no to the way his eyes are taking you in, looking at you like you’re the most beautiful exotic bird to have randomly flown into his yard. 

“Sure,” you smile, reaching up and tugging at the hair at the back of his neck and standing on your tiptoes as you bring your lips to his. 

He moans in the back of his throat as you kiss him harder and a thrill shoots down your spine, pooling in a place where you suddenly need him more than ever. 

“Jin,” you moan into his mouth as he slips his tongue against yours. “Jin.” 

He pulls away, breathing heavily. “I’m sorry,” he whispers, panting for breath. “But what was that? I was trying to be sweet and gentle and then you go and pull my hair? Geesh, woman.” He fake glares down at you and can’t help but smile, feeling lighter than you have in months as you tug at his shirt, wanting more. 

“I’m sorry, you were just too irresistible.” 

“I thought we were taking this slow,” he murmurs, wrapping his arms loosely around your waist but not making any move to let you go. 

You bite your lip, your eyes flicking from his down to his lips, “Is it bad... that I want you?” You whisper, flicking your eyes back up to his. “Even though we just made up.”  

His tongue darts out to wet his lips and he looks up, taking a deep breath before meeting your gaze again. “It’s not bad, not if I want you too.” 

You smile in relief as he presses the softest kiss to your cheek. “And besides,” he whispers huskily into your ear, “we can still go slow.” 

~

You don’t know how, but somehow you managed to get to the nearest hotel, and Jin’s hand does not leave yours the entire ride there. 

This time, when you get out your wallet to pay for the room, he stops your hand and pulls out his own. 

This is such a stark difference from how this usually goes. You think, fidgeting with the strap of your purse while you watch him get the key. 

He holds it up in triumph and waves it around a little and you smile.

But it’s a new start, right?

The ride up in the elevator is filled with a weird tension - both of you standing near each other but not touching, sneaking glances at each other in the reflective walls before blushing and looking away. 

When you find your room, his hands are on your hips, gently pushing you inside while brushing his nose against your neck making you giggle. 

You spin around, looping your arms over his neck and kiss him, laughing when you break away. “Someone’s eager.” 

“From the way you kept staring at me in the elevator, I'm not the only one,” he teases, kicking the door closed with his foot as he leans forward to kiss you again.

The laughter and giggling only escalates as he begins kissing your neck, trailing his hands up your sides. 

“Jin stop - that tickles,” you giggle, squirming as he digs his fingers into your ribcage harder, making you squeal. 

“No way - I’ve learned a new thing! You’re ticklish here,” he grins pulling away form your neck to peck your lips. “I bet it’d be more ticklish if I-” he slips his hand up the inside of your shirt, but you stop his hand, pressing his palm against your skin and looking directly into his eyes. 

“If thats your way of getting a hand up a girls shirt, you’ve clearly lost your touch,” you smirk, guiding his hand over your breast. 

His breath hitches when you let to to pull your shirt over your head, giving him a better view. 

His eyes drink you in, his fingers trailing over your body lightly as he steps closer, tracing the curve of your breasts, the dip of your waist. 

“God, you’re beautiful.” He breathes.

“It’s nothing you haven't seen before,” you answer, trying to fold your arms over your chest and shield yourself from his intense gaze. 

He shakes his head, moving your arms away. “Takes my breath away, every time.” 

“Jin-” 

“I’m not lying.” His eyes shoot up sharply to yours. “You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” 

You can’t help but kiss him them, putting all your pent up feelings into the kiss, groaning when he returns it with just as much intensity. 

You’re topless, but you want him to be too. You’re anxious to get your hands on him, to feel the heat radiating off his chest and his skin against yours again. 

Hesitantly, you begin to pop the buttons on his shirt, and his mouth leaves yours so he can watch your hands. 

“Jagi,” he groans, the brush of your fingers against his chest making his heart jump. 

Slowly, you lean forward and press your lips to his collar bone, feeling his breath hitch as you do.  

He’s craving this just as much as you are. 

You push his shirt off his shoulders, running your hands down his arms when he kisses you again, this time trailing his mouth down your neck as he gathers you in his arms and backs you up towards the bed. 

He presses open mouthed kisses down your stomach, stopping every once in a while to murmur a praise against your skin. 

“God, your skin feels like the softest silk.” He whimpers, sliding his hands down your body to undo the button of your jeans and pull them off your legs so he can grip your thighs. “So soft.” 

You whine as he drops to his knees at the end of the bed, trailing kisses on your inner thighs. 

“Jin, you don’t have to-” 

“Are you kidding me?” He looks up at you and presses a kiss to the side of your  knee. “I’ve been thinking about this for months.” 

You swallow hard, getting a grip on the sheets as you nod at him to continue. “Me too.” 

The first press of his tongue against your folds has you bucking your hips and reaching down for his hair. 

“God - Jin,” you pant, sliding your fingers into his locks and gasping for breath. 

He groans, rubbing at your entrance with two fingers while sucking gently at your clit. “You taste just as sweet as I remember - better.” 

You whimper as he sets a slow pace, taking his time with your body, making sure you feel the full extent of every flick of his tongue and pump of his finger.

“You’re trembling,” Jin whispers, pulling his tongue away from your clit to blow air against your heat, pumping his fingers in and out with a delicious curl. 

“I-I need-” you pant, trying to push his head back down but he pulls your hand from his head and puts your palm against his mouth, kissing it. 

“I know gorgeous, but I want your first of tonight to be on me.” 

He groans getting up from his knees as he crawls back over your body, leaving chaste kisses across your skin as he makes his way back to your mouth. 

You cling to him desperately, wrapping your legs around his waist and grinding yourself against him. 

Jin gasps at the feel of you so needy and desperate for him and quickly unbuckles his pants, pushing them down enough so he can slide his hard member against you. 

He feels so good, hard and warm that you reach down, wanting to guide him inside you. 

“Wait - condom,” Jin gasps, beginning to pull away from you to find one but you yank him back.  “No.” 

He looks at you startled. “No?” 

You can feel the heat creeping down your neck, but you’re too far gone to care. “Want you. Bare.” 

He groans, dropping his forehead to yours. “Are you sure?” 

You guide him back between your folds and line him up at your entrance. “Need to feel you.” 

He nods, biting his lip as he presses himself into you slowly, watching your face for any sign of discomfort. 

It’s sinful how good he feels, stretching you like this, and god you missed this. 

You whimper, wrapping your arms around his neck and arching your back as he bottoms out, needing him as close as he can be.

“I missed you,” you whisper against his neck and he begins to move, slowly dragging himself in and out of your body. 

“You have no idea how much I missed you too,” he whispers back, rocking himself back and forth until you’re moving together to reach a common goal.

You come first, his body working yours so perfectly your toes curl when you cry out his name in a rush of pleasure.  

“God, baby, I missed that. Felt so good. Fuck, I’m sorry I can’t hold out any longer fuck I-” he’s blabbering, his pace increasing as he watches your body fall to pieces and is so desperate to fall with you. 

“Come for me, Jin - it’s okay.” 

“Where should I - where do you want? I -” 

“Inside me,” You press your mouth on his, clenching around him as his hips stutter and he cries out, his pleasure mixing with yours. 

You stay like that for a few minutes, a mess of limbs tangled on the sheets, pressing each other together, neither of you wanting to move. 

Eventually, the heat of him gets too much and you push him off, moving yourself to cuddle against his chest. 

He smiles, wrapping his arm around you and pressing a kiss to your forehead, snuggling you closer. 

“Jin-” 

“Jagi-” 

You both laugh when you speak at the same time, and Jin gives you a little squeeze. 

“You first.” 

“No, it’s okay. What did you want to say?” You ask, tracing your fingers over his chest. 

“I’m just... happy. I guess.” He says, twirling a strand of his hair between his fingers. 

“You guess? Or you know?” You quirk an eyebrow at him and he smiles, coming in for a kiss. 

“Depends, how do you feel?” 

You think about it for a moment. “Relieved.” 

He smiles hugely, throwing his head back to laugh in relief. “Then,” He says, pulling you to straddle his lap, cupping your face with his hands. “I know.” 

You smile into his kiss, biting your lip when he pulls away. “I’m glad.” 

You stare at each other warmly, happy to be together when you speak again. “What do we do now?” You whisper, giggling as his hands find your ticklish spots again. 

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m always up for a round two.” He smirks, flipping you over so you’re underneath him again. 

“I challenge you to at least three,” you counter, smiling up at him as his hand begins to drift down your body and his mouth reattaches to yours.  “Game on.” 

#kim seokjin #king of hearts #KoH #jin #ksmutclub #bts #bts smut #bts series #bts kim seokjin #bts seokjin #seokjin #bts jin #bts kim seokjin x reader #bts kim seokjin x you #bts seokjin x reader #bts seokjin x you #bts jin x reader #bts jin x you #bangtang #smut #angst #bts angst #kim seokjin x reader #kim seokjin x you #seokjin x reader #seokjin x you #jin x you #jin x reader #ksj #bangtang boys

[softandsourcream]

Stop, you’re losing me~ | masterlist

| “And I wouldn't marry me either, a pathological people pleaser, who only wanted you to see her~” T.S

Pairing: Yoongi x (f.OC) Reader

Genere/Tags: childhood friends - to strangers- to ???- to lovers; vet! OC x idol! D-DAY Yoongi era; slow burn angst with good ending (just trust me); past “lovers”; childhood friends; reader has a tween; angst, comfort, fluff, smut.

Series warning: family drama; grief; uncomfortable conversations; hurt reader - yoongi in denial; four/explicit lenguaje; distancing and moving away; anxiety attacks; mental health; long hair yoongi (yes this is a warning); explicit sexual content (specific warnings stated per chapter) (18+)

Status: ongoing. Not too long tho~

Series summary: Yoongi has his life solved. According to him, being the age he was and his dream fulfilled had made his days two things 1. Very busy and 2. Pointless. He was currently on tour all by himself, had new music released, trips done, and he was about to enlist after finishing his itinerary. Nothing had made him return to Daegu, why would he do it, he didn't have the time or the need, in fact, he almost didn't make it to his brother's wedding because of work.

Seeing you there after so many years, tho, transformed his days from nothing, to just wishing.

Wishing he never set foot in that place at all.

💭 each chapter will have its own warnings sometimes! so check them before you proceed ♡.

💭 idkn yet how long this is gonna be, or if I'm going to publish it at all. it depends on how this first post goes~ it’s something I got in my drafts so, yeah:)

★彡 enjoy!

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a start (teaser) - 1k

one “breathe” - 9k

two “but I’m still here...“ - 8,5k

three coming soon!

#yoongi smut #yoongi fic #bts fic #yoongi au #yoongi x you #yoongi fanfic #yoongi angst #yoongi fluff #bts yoongi #bts suga #yoongi series #suga series #min yoongi #bts headcanons #bangtan #bangtang x you #bangtang smut #bangtan x reader #bts angst #idol yoongi #suga x reader #min suga #vet reader #childhood friends #bts scenarios #D-Day yoongi

[kpopnonous]

8th Member MASTERLIST

Profile

01 | 02 

03 | 04

05.1 | 05.2  ✩

06 | 07

08 | 9

THERE IS NO ORDER TO THIS

UPDATED: 25/05/2020

#bts masterlist #masterlist #bts #bangtang #jungkook #jin #jimin #taehyung #v #hobi #yoongi #hoseok #namjoon #kim namjoon #Kim Tae-Hyung #bts namjoon #x reader #oc #social media au #bts social media au #bts kpop #kpop #kpop idol #idol #youtuber #american #rm #suga #agust d #bts yoongi

[homiesexual-or-homosexual]

The evening was anything but innocent, with lingering touches and a distracted Jungkook. You knew exactly how the night was going to end.

Jungkook’s face was buried in your neck, the sound of his balls clapping against your ass as he pounded into you.

He was very vocal tonight, to say the least. With his moans, and groans, and sounds that like sounded like they were on the edge of growling, Jungkook easily outmatched your sounds tonight.

“Oh ssshhhit, baby. Oh my god,” Jungkook groaned. “Fuck, you take my cock so well. Hmm?”

You whined out in response, gripping at his back as your legs were wrapped around his hips. You legs quivered and you were overheating and sweaty, but you wouldn’t change this moment for the world.

“Fuck”

Jungkook groaned, pounding into you faster, the sound of skin against skin growing louder. He gripped at the pillows beside you, his knuckles turning white.

His hair tickled your neck.

Your thighs quivered the closer you approached your high. You grabbed at his back, searching for some sort of leverage point, your toes curling.

“Oh my god, Jungkook,” You cried out. “I’m so close!”

“Yeah? Hmm?” He increased his pace. “Cum for me?”

You nodded, crying out as Jungkook started to finger your clit to bring you over the edge faster.

Within no time, you came all over his cock, crying out as you did so.

Jungkook followed closely behind, his voice raising several octaves as he thrusted into you impossibly faster, milking himself you inside of you.

He slowed, pulling himself out with shaky limps and falling down beside you, giving you soft kisses as he praised you, telling you how good you did, how good you took his cock.

———

Word Count: 290

#There are some good ass bts moans (yes I listen to those) on Soundcloud #I was inspired by two #so #tada! #;) #bts #bangtang boys #jeon jungkook #jungkook #jk #bts x reader #bts imagines #bts smut #bts drabble #jungkook x reader #jungkook imagines #jungkook smut #jungkook drabble #aj posts #aj fanfics #aj fics

[myworldsuga]

Part 9-Gary come Home

#jimin #bts texts #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkoom #bts smau #bangtang #bts social media au #bangtang smau #min yoongi x reader #suga #rn #v

[keullaesigbeogeo]

Finishing Up My Meal- Jeon Jungkook

Type: Smut

Word Count: 1.3k +

Summary: It was just another day at work for you, but what happens when your boyfriend decides to visit you?

You slowly swayed your hips as you moved your body up and down to the beat of the music. The strap of your clothing slowly started to slip off your shoulder, making you quickly move onto the pole, flipping upwards. It fell back in place as you turned your body, climbing up the pole. You held on tightly, lifting your feet up into the air.

A smile creeped up onto your face as you gracefully dropped your feet, climbing all the way to the top, rubbing yourself against the pole before going through a series of flips, softly landing at the bottom.

You crept forward, almost reaching the edge of the stage before slowly moving down into the splits. You bent down, to anyone else, it would look like you were stretching, but the people here knew better. There were screams and yelled as money was thrown at you, the money increasing by the minute.

The hollers got louder and louder as “FOCUS ON ME” by Jus2 started playing. You moved your body slowly, knowing that this was one of the crowd’s favorite songs. You stayed on the ground, opening and closing your legs as you danced, your hands waving around in the air. Your eyes moved around the crowd, scanning to see how much the spectators liked what you were doing.

Most of them all liked what you were doing, they were all hollering and screaming out loud. You shivered, your body suddenly cold. You looked toward the side, where the grim aura was coming from. Your heart froze.

There stood your boyfriend. He was staring at you heatedly, his eyes looking black under the dimly lit walls. You gulped, knowing what was coming your way. He tilted his head to the side, telling you to finish it off quickly.

Your eyebrows furrowed before finishing off with grinding on the floor, winking at the crowd. You stood up, walking off the stage as people went to go collect the money that you had earned. You made sure to move your hips, hearing the whistles that were piercing through the air.

“This way please, we changed the location of your changing room to the front.” You followed whoever spoke, wanting to go get changed and see Jungkook as soon as possible. You both walked quickly, reaching the room in less that a minute.

You nodded your head at the girl. “Thank you.” You smiled at her, watching her walk off to go help someone else. You slipped through the door and into the room, slipping the skimpy clothing off. You picked up the clothes that you were wearing before you got here. Black jeans with a white adidas t-shirt.

You heard the door slowly open, the creaking barely noticeable. You whipped around, covering yourself with your t-shirt. “J-Jungkook?” Your voice trembled, able to see the lust in his face.

He quickly moved towards you, grabbing you and slamming you against the chair. “Did you mean to do that?” His voice was low and husky, making you wonder whether you should be scared to turned on.

“Do what?” You questioned him, wanting him to say it out loud. You waited for him to speak, watching him as his eyes searched your face.

A groan left his mouth. “Why do you have to be so sexy?” He whined, stomping his foot on the ground. “I swear, everyone there was looking at you like you were a meal. Only I’m allowed to look at you like that!” 

He moved towards you, sitting down on the floor while hugging your body. His head was near your stomach, rubbing against it. You wiggled around, getting comfortable before rubbing his hair lightly.

“Do you mind if I put my clothes on now?” You were sitting on the chair bare, his clothed body hugging you. Although it felt nice to have him hug you, you really didn’t like the feeling of sitting on a chair without underclothes on.

Jungkook didn’t say anything as he slowly bent his body down, his face now on top of your womanhood. You let out a small gasp as he lightly licked you, the wetness of his tongue creating a new feeling.

Your body went weak as he moved all the way down, his tongue now able to get a better reach. His hands moved to the side of your thighs, gripping them and pulling them apart. You let out a lewd moan as he licked all the way from the bottom to the top, your hands fisting into his hair.

“H-hey… we’re in a p-public place…” You tried to speak, your body not working. You felt Jungkook shrug as he looked up towards you, his face now wet with your juices. 

“I locked the door, we’ll be good.” He moved his face back down, his tongue circling around while sucking up whatever he could. Your breaths came out short as he stood up, leaning on top of you as he kissed you.

He licked your lip before pushing into them, biting and pulling. You caught his tongue before sucking on it, loving the way he moaned. It vibrated your body, making your body shake.

His hands went below your legs, lifting you up. He walked towards the couch, dropping you onto it. You winced at the impact.

“Damn, you didn’t have to drop me tha-” Jungkook’s laid on top of you, his veiny hands roaming your body. He held onto your shoulders as he bit your collarbone, sucking and slurping.

You winced at the slight pain it gave off, your hands gripping the sides of the couch. A long, lewd moan left your mouth as he pushed all three of his fingers into you.

“Aish, shit. You’re so tight.” Jungkook let out a groan while moving his fingers, slowly scissoring them before going at a faster pace. “I can fix that…” His hand started going in circular motions, making you clench around him tightly, moving around to get the right spot.

You brain was muddled due to the feeling of ecstasy you were getting, but you were able to slowly move your hand down, grabbing onto his. He looked up at you as you both moved your heads, still not stopping. You took a deep breath before nodding your head at him and collapsing your head back onto the couch, allowing your body to fully enjoy what was happening.

Jungkook smiled before pulling his hand out keeping eye contact with you as he sucked on his fingers. You could feel the heat start to make its way onto your face, but you pushed it back down.

“So are you going to fuck me or not?” You sounded dead serious as you said that, crossing your arms over your chest. Jungkook let out a wide bunny smile before he slowly moved his hands to your hips, placing his cock against your entrance.

He looked at you innocently, widening his eyes before thrusting in fully. You let out a whimper, loving the way his cock fit perfectly in you. You could feel him start not be able to hold himself back. He let out a low moan as he pushed deeper and deeper inside of you. The grip that you had on the couch was starting to get tighter and tighter, making your knuckles almost pure white.

You could feel him growing even bigger inside of you as he went in and out. Both of you started letting out different types of noises. Loud, soft, and erotic ones.

Right when you felt like he couldn’t get any bigger, you felt his whole cock twitch inside of you, making you tighten around him. You stomach started to fill up with butterflies waiting to be released, but you held it in. You let out a gasp as he started pushing into you harder and harder. 

Jungkook started to tremble inside of you as he released, making your body shake and come at the same time. You laid there, trying to get your head to calm down before he started pushing into you again, not stopping.

“Wha- what are y-you doing?” Your voice slurred at you talked, loving the pleasure he was giving you.

“I’ve just finishing up my meal…” He trailed off before you closed your eyes and grabbed his hair, just enjoying the pleasurable feeling he was giving you.

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