#bts rapline x reader

[kithtaehyung]

mami (m) | myg/knj

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

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“You like that, huh?” 

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

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

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

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

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

“You gonna come, mami?” 

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

“Then fucking do it.” 

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

“Fuck.” 

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

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

“Yoongi, please—”

“One more.” 

“I can’t—”

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

Busted. 

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

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

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

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

You won half of his prize money that night. 

And that was the night he won the entire thing. 

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

Oh, shit. Did he really? 

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

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

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

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

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

“So I’ve heard.” 

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

“Fuck Randa.”

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

So he must be a beast.

Especially if Gloss himself had some choice words.

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

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

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

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

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

“As if.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But you’re so…” 

All they care about is one thing. 

Which, granted, is the same in your case. 

It just gets a bit lonely sometimes. 

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

“Fast.” 

Oh. 

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

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

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

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

And again. 

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

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

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

And he takes the out hilariously quick,

“Both of them.” 

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

Truthfully, you would’ve paid to see that. 

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

“Good.” 

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

Before things quickly devolve into how they always go.

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

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

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

It’s always better that way. 

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

“Mm.” 

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

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

MAMI 

“Who’s on the menu tonight?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nervous?”

Extremely. 

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

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

“What’s got you nervous, love?” 

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

“What if I like him?” 

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

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

“Pathetic, right.” 

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

“Hoseok.” 

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

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

Talk about not thinking. 

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

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

“Me? I overthink. That’s different.” 

“How!” 

“Don’t think about it.” 

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

And you gladly oblige. 

Because your dynamic with Hobi still hasn’t changed. 

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

“You look hot as fuck, you know.” 

“Mmhmm.” 

“He’s gonna like you for sure.” 

“Naturally.” 

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

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

“You can have those, babe.” 

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

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

You’re just fine with how things are. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Of course.” 

Your chuckle is soft. “Thank you.” 

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

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

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

That goddamn nickname. 

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

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

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

Fucking Yoongi. 

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

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

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

“Where is it at?”

“Some restaurant on west side.”

“Damn, all the way over there?”

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

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

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

And it’s only happened twice.

Hoseok’s unconvinced reply cuts your thoughts in two,

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

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

“What did I say earlier?” 

“Spell it out for him.”

“Okay, good.” 

When you grin, he does, too. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why? I mean, thank you, but why?” 

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

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

“I mean, I could use an assistant…”

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

Cute. 

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

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

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

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

“Okay, so we agree.”

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

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

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

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

Fuck, he’s solid.

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

“Yeah?”

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

“And next time, too.” 

Well. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You really would if he wanted you to.

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

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

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

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

This guy. 

Still the same routine.

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

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

Wait.

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

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

…He’s not looking for you, is he? 

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

…But is he? 

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

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

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

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

Oh.

He—

You really fucking regret not being in the front now.

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

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

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

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

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tbc :))) 

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[hobicakess]

PLAYING DANGEROUS — (teaser)

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

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

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

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

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

part one

There was a manic laughter that echoed through the new station. The giggles caused shivers and goosebumps to pass through everybody in the building simply because that laughter was familiar. The sounds were admitting from the little black box that sat on your desk. In horror you and your peers that happened to be close by watch the little black clown that popped from graffiti painted the box swing animatedly back and forth. Everyone in Korea knew this clown and what it meant.

“Mr.Kim is not seeing anyone right-” you push the secretary out your way causing her to stumble on her kitten heels and she watches you stomp your way into her bosses and yours office. The door opens wide slamming against the wall causing the booksvon the shelves to tremble, some even tumbling to the floor.

There he sat Kim Namjoon. He stared at you with his eyebrow raised. Some of the buttons of his black dress shirt were unbuttoned, the glass at his side was filled with brown liquid and even more books and papers laid out messily on his desk. .

With as much force as you could you throw the giggling box at him. The impact smacking him hard on the chest but with his build you were sure that it didn't do a thing. He held it in his hands flipping it over clicking an unknown button, shutting the gut wrenching sound shut off.

“ You told me if I took this story I'd be safe,*

Namjoon sighs as if you were speaking nonsense and not about life or death. “Let's be clear here you agreed to take this story when I only simply suggested it. Besides what makes you think Jack sent this?” He was right.

Maybe your coworkers thought I'd be funny to freak you out a little more since taking on the Clown killer case, still it was a sick joke that you didn't really find funny.

“Jack is locked in a maximum security prison surrounded by guards, and guns. He's not getting out anytime soon.”

The door swung open again and there stood his assistant. “Mr.Kim turned the news on!”

Grabbing the remote he clicks on the TV that was mounted on the wall of his office. The screen lights up showing a familiar smoking building. Your heart began to speed up in rhythm as you stare at the headline

Serial killer Jack In The Box escapes from Hangsang Maximum security prison

The screen flicks again to the dark red writings on the wall that used to be his cell.

‘See you soOn honey bunches 🃏’

And that was the last thing you saw before you tumble to the ground.

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[spiceofvy]

BTS Rapline - Reader get's insecure during sex

cw: gender neutral reader, nsfw, phyiscal insecurities, comfort, lots of praise, bottom reader (Yoongi, Hoseok), mirror sex (Hoseok), edging (Hoseok)

Yoongi: He slows down and just looks at you for a couple of moments. He softly reaches out, caressing your face. "Oh, love… It's okay." Before he starts making love to you again. His hands gently gliding over your body, showing his affection to every part of your body. He mumbles compliments into your skin but doesn't say much else. You are so beautiful in his eyes, and he wants to show you just how much you mean to him.

Hoseok: Pulls out and stares at you. Not saying anything for a little bit. He holds your chin and kisses you softly on the lips. "Trust me, my love, we will change that." He then drags you in front of his full-size mirror and starts fucking you against it. Holding your face so you look at yourself as he takes you apart. Edging you again and again until you agree and tell him how perfect you are.

Namjoon: I'm sorry to tell you, but no sex tonight. He will stop in his tracks before he hugs you really tightly. Peppering kisses all over your face and apologizing for not realizing your insecurities sooner. He pulls one of his shirts over your head and kisses your forehead before he cuddles up next to you and has a very sweet but serious talk about insecurities with you. "You are so pretty, kind, and beautiful. I hate that you can't see that when you look into the mirror."

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[sxtaep]

INCOMPETENCY - JHS

must be nice sharing an apartment with your colleague after you’ve been on his case all day for fucking up at work.

pairing — hoseok x female reader

genre — angst, smut

word count — 2.7k

warnings/tags — *please note that this is all consensual. do not read if you’re uncomfortable with somnophilia* coworkers!au, roommates!au, dom!hobi, sub!reader, scolding, swearing, a hint of jealousy, explicit smut, somnophilia, fingering, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, spitting (yk saliva..), pussy slapping, finger sucking, the beginning of a blowjob

a/n: i’m so h word lmaooo!!! jackinthebox hobi hitting different 😩😩😩 part 2 maybe?

As you unlocked the door to your shared apartment, you trudged in with a scowl on your face, setting your bag down onto the table as Hoseok followed behind. Neither of you exchanged any words on the way home, and you wanted to keep it that way.

Just as Hoseok was about to lock himself in his room, you started talking, “What was going on with you today at work? You can be honest now since there’s no one else around,” you turn around to face the questioned man, arms crossed and tapping your heel against the floor.

The awkwardness was taking over. He looked back at you, rubbing the back of his neck to ease the growing heat, “Uh.. at work I get tensed up and you often make it more difficult with all the pressure.”

Hoseok looks up at you briefly, expecting to hear you throw a bunch of shit at him, but before you even got to that stage, he continued, “And then there’s that measurements system the company works with here that’s still a little difficult for my head to wrap around. I’m more used to my national standards, so it’s just weird around here.” With every word, he was growing a little more confident, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t shifting himself right now. “I would just.. greatly appreciate if you didn’t constantly pressure me, and the other employees for that matter.”

You could only scoff at his words. You weren’t that kind of colleague. You refused to be that kind of colleague. You were merely motivating them your way.. which consisted of a lot of rough language and maybe a few unsolicited, work-related threats.

You cleared your throat and took a few steps towards him. “I understand that you came from abroad, but international or not, you’re meant to know every measurement system by heart, since this company is global. It’s one of the requirements needed to get the role.” You were trying to be smart, trying to find every possible way you could one-up on him by spewing out complete bullshit at this point. “Ha, who did you fuck to get this job?”

It was a strong claim you were making, and you knew Hoseok wasn’t interested in that stuff. The guy literally lived and breathed work.

“Excuse me?” he spoke up, his tone a little more stern than before. Did you really think he was that incompetent he couldn’t get a job through normal means? That the only way he could ever be successful was by getting into someone’s pants?

It was no lie that Hoseok was a desirable man within the workplace; with him working under you, you noticed many hungry eyes that would follow him down the corridors, in the cafe, in his shared office. But you hated it, because someone would always come up to you, asking about his relationship status only because you lived with him. It was exhausting having to refuse 10 girls a day asking for his number.

“I have the required qualifications and a degree in data analysis. That’s how I got the job. I’m sorry you can’t seem to understand, but I’ll let you think what you want.”

It was clear this dilemma was no longer a professional matter. It was off the job hours, and neither of you were on company property. Did it matter how far you went with your comments?

Of course it did. Hoseok was still your friend.

He continues, “If I were to fuck anyone above me for this job, I’m pretty sure I would’ve fucked you by now.”

“I beg your pardon?” You knit your eyebrows at the lean man, seemingly mad but really, you were just trying to fight the urge to let your eyes dip down his suited body.

Hoseok merely dismisses you, turning the knob of his bedroom door, “I’ll work on it tonight and fix it by tomorrow.” And then he disappears behind the door, leaving you to stand there alone, your growing pile of insults only towering on top of one another with nowhere to go.

“I— fuck..” You groan and ball your hands into tight fists, “Fuck you, Jung Hoseok!” you shout, flipping him off with your middle finger. You didn’t know if you were cussing him out as your colleague, roommate, or friend, but all you knew was that you needed to call it a day. The day so far was stressful and exhausting enough, you didn’t need Hoseok to add more to your stress when you were literally in your own home.

You snatch your bag off the counter and storm into your room, making sure to slam the door shut extra loud (loud enough for him to hear) before throwing yourself front-first onto your bed.

For the remainder of the day, Hoseok was glued to his laptop, Excel opened on half of his screen and another tab on the other half showing him the correct measurements he should’ve used first time around. His mistakes were pretty deep, so he scrapped the whole spreadsheet and created a new one from scratch; this time ensuring he used the correct formulas and such so as to not have a repeat of this morning.

He spent hours trying to perfect it, and when he was done, he attached it to your work email address, double checking your status before actually sending it through.

Offline (5 hours)

Good. It meant he could relax a little before you got the chance to scold him for messing up again.

He finally got out of his desk and left his room, with the sole intention to get something to eat, but actually, he hadn’t heard from you since you got back. Normally you’d be screaming your head off on the phone, arguing with someone over purchase orders and invoices, but Hoseok’s ears were met with silence.

He may hate you right now, but he was still a little concerned about you, so he stopped his journey to the fridge and instead made his way to your room, noticing your bedroom door was slightly ajar and the room was dark. Forming a hook with his index finger, he’d knock on your door softly, cautious to not wake up the beast within you (he had the bitter experience of dealing with your moody attitude when you didn’t get enough sleep).

When there was no response from inside, he slowly pushed the door wide open, giving himself room to lean against the door frame as your body soon came into sight. Hoseok stared at you for a minute, arms crossed over his chest as his eyes scanned you up and down. You looked so peaceful; the complete opposite of how you were a couple hours ago and he wondered why you couldn’t be like this more often.

The prettiest.

You were fast asleep on your side, still clad in your work clothes but having already ditched your blazer on the chair by your desk. Your skin tight skirt was partly rolled up your thighs, giving him the perfect view of your pretty panties sitting between your legs and he wondered just how often you rocked up to work like that.

It wasn’t his place to judge though, nor was it his place to gravitate towards your bed, but he was doing it anyway.

“Fuck…” he curses under his breath, diverting his eyes elsewhere, but he always found them landing on you.

Before you were his superior, you were his friend and his roommate. Right now, he just wanted to deal with you.

His way.

Hoseok found himself kneeling on your mattress, his ears picking up on your steady breathing. It was almost silent but he knew you slept like a rock in general, so he had nothing to worry about.

He ran his fingertips along the curve of your body, being extremely subtle with his touch to not wake you up. He waited for you to ease up a little before hooking his finger under the hem of your skirt, pulling it up gently to bunch at your hips so he could set his palm on the flesh of your ass. With his thumb spreading you apart, he had a front row view of your soiled panties practically glued to your heat and he had to resist the urge to groan.

You had to be dreaming. You couldn’t be this wet over nothing.

Hoseok shifted your underwear to the side and almost salivated at the sight of your stripped cunt from behind, glistening in all its glory and he couldn’t wait any longer; finally closing in on the gap between you two and landing a long, needy lick against you, then running the tip of his tongue up and down between your folds until he was forced to stop.

Your legs were closing in on his face and as much as he hated the idea of it, he tore himself away to look up at you; still fast asleep, yet you’re once soft features now looked tense.

Why weren’t you waking up?

To make things a little easier for himself, he placed his hand over your hips, turning you over to lie on your back (which was too easy) so he could be met with you sound asleep; silk blouse slipping down your shoulders, all creased. Your cleavage was peeking out from under the silk material with the added hint of lace accompanying.

He cursed under his breath and diverted his attention to the mess between your legs, leaning in to place a small kiss over your clit before his tongue lapped at your folds. He didn’t miss the way your breathing had quickened and your body shuddered, and it all felt like a dream to you.

A dream you refused to wake up from.

From your bodily reactions, Hoseok could tell you were left absolutely starved. With the role you had, he doubted you had an output for your needs. Maybe he could ease some of the stress for you so he wouldn’t need to deal with your sour attitude once you wake up.

“Cute..” he mutters to himself, trailing his index finger between your legs, spreading your folds apart to blow lightly against you.

You started shifting against the bed, unknowingly edging your hips closer towards him, and it startled him for a second when his finger ‘accidentally’ dipped inside you, earning a breathless sigh from you.

Just that triggered Hoseok to latch his mouth onto your sensitive bundle of nerves, sucking harshly whilst his finger disappeared inside you, enveloped nicely by your soft walls as your quiet moans filled his ears.

“Oh, God.. Hobi…”

Hobi.

Shit, it was the hottest thing he’d ever heard you say, and it drove him mad, now flattening his tongue against your drenched folds as his nose budged at your clit. His finger was pumping in and out of you at a slow pace at first, but once he added a second finger, his pace was ungodly, it left you writhing.

Hoseok licked up all the juices that continuously seeped out of you whilst your mind became a haze. The air surrounding your sleeping body grew hot within a couple minutes and suddenly this dream was feeling a little too real. You were so sensitive, and it was something your fellow roommate wasn’t expecting, and normally he’d go easy, but after the way you treated him today? Easy was not an option. Not when you were dreaming about him with your pussy all out in the open.

“More.. more, more…” you chant softly to yourself, your eyelids momentarily opening only to close shut again as soon as he forcefully gripped your hips with one hand to pull you towards his mouth, giving him the room to leisurely lick upwards as a stream of your arousal connected the both of you.

Both his digits would swim inside you, copping a feel of you clamping down on him greedily. “Like this, huh?” he questions, feeling around your tight pussy in slow circles whilst kissing at your inner thighs.

The gesture was soft enough to wake you up; eyes fluttering open to look down at your coworker with his head between your legs. He expected you to kick him in the face, but the soft pout on your lips said otherwise.

“Hoseok.. what—?”

He spat down onto your cunt, watching the glistening substance trickle down your slit before attaching his mouth around your swollen nub, forcing you to whimper. The last thing he wanted was for you to scold him and he couldn’t take you seriously in this state.

“I think we’ve established our dear Miss L/N, likes getting her pretty pussy ate, when she’s not breathing down our necks,” he teases, plunging two digits into your gaping hole and watching your body jerk at the impact. “Isn’t that right, Y/N?”

The satisfaction was overwhelming for you, having just woken up and still trying to adjust your sight by blinking a couple times, but did you really wanna see the mocking faces he was making at you? You already knew it was Hoseok from all the rings on his fingers glimmering from the light coming through the doorway.

“God, yes..” you breath out, adjusting your position to prop yourself up on your forearms, your eyebrows knitted together and bottom lip all swollen from how hard you were biting down on it.

“You gonna fire me for this, Y/N?” A low chuckle is heard from the pits of his throat as Hoseok withdrew his fingers from inside you, delivering a harsh smack to your oversensitive cunt, and before you could release a cry, he was lying on his side beside you with an arm propping him up, whilst the two fingers that were drenched in a mixture of saliva and slick delve into your mouth in a bid to shut you up.

You didn’t have the powers to fire him (not that you’d want to if he kept treating you like this), God knows you were shamelessly enjoying yourself.

“D’you think I’d get a promotion for this? For getting my hands on my superior and treating her desperate pussy the way it deserves to be treated?” Hoseok’s eyes lingered down to your flushed cheeks and teary eyes, pushing his fingers further into your mouth as your lips wrapped around his long digits.

You did a poor job at avoiding making a mess, drooling down the base of his fingers until the substance dripped down your chin, making it even more difficult for you to respond.

Hoseok revelled in watching you struggle. It made the blood rush to his cock faster than he anticipated and he made sure to rut himself against the side of your hips. “I’ve been up all fucking night doing some bullshit spreadsheet for you, and look where it got me,” he seethes, annoyance gripping at his tone as he pulled his fingers out of your mouth, leaving you a heaving, gasping mess.

You barely had any time to catch your breath before Hoseok climbed on top of you, cupping your jaw and forcing you to look up at him.

“You gonna apologise for earlier?”

“No.” You had nothing to apologise for. Hoseok fucked up, and that was on him. You were merely disciplining him for his incompetence. If he couldn’t handle a scolding, then what the fuck was he doing in this company?

“No?” he repeats your words, now squeezing your cheeks together and leaning down to ghost his lips over your pouty ones. “I know women like you don’t just give out apologies. I’m tired of your shit, so I’ll make you apologise.”

“I don’t need to apologise to you!” You felt much more awake than you were before, and you cocked a challenging brow at him, a little startled when he climbed on top of you, fiddling with the fly of his creased dress pants so he could pull his cock out to let himself dangle above your face.

You didn’t expect him to be so… big, and it looked like Hoseok noticed the first round shock on your face and he chuckled, holding his heavy cock in his hands as he edged his bulging tip towards your lips and almost forcing himself past to watch you earnestly take his cock like he dreamed.

“Better put that mouth of yours to good use, or I’ll end up fucking you raw.”

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PREVIEW

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

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

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

genre: smut (pwp), fluff

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Best Of Us

Chapter 19: Taken Care Of

Summary: Being an Omega is hard, it could be so lonely. The hardships that you would sometimes feel seemed to much, always expected of things you could never fully reach. Always seen as a piece of meat to some, seen as weak and stupid. So you worked your ass off to finally work your dream job. And the world all changed when you met one of the bosses. And couldn't help but end up falling.

Paring: Rap Line X Fem!Chubby OmegaReader

Warning: A/O/B!VERS, mentions of sexual harassment, heats, ruts, knotting, breeding, angst, possessive behavior, more warnings will be added as needed.

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Namjoons body was vibrating, his mind slipping and tumbling as he stopped outside the door matching the number that Yoongi had given him from an email you had sent. His breathing was picking up as he felt his mouth start to water out of pure nerves. He was about to enter your safe place, your family packs home, where you as a pup were raised, loved and taught. The memories that were probably etched in every wall, around  every corner a story, a moment of time that shaped you.

Unlike their home, one of mates, where families were made, this was a home of a family. He remembered walking into Hoseok's home after they became a trio, how the feeling of love for Hoseok flowed out of the walls, out of the small cracks of corners, or the small echoes of joy from the pictures on the walls. He remembers how nervous he was, and how nervous Hoseok was, well at least till he walked in and his mothers arms were around him, gentle scenting of her cheek against his as he heard Hoseok's mother purr. The memory was one full of joy, and full of love the first time he entered his mates home, with both next to him yet here he was about to enter your family den alone.

Shaking his head, he ran his hand down his pant leg, the sweat pants he was wearing were ones you had said made him look comfy, the shirt was large and one you had worn while you had stayed with them. Though cleaned, your scent was still twisted lightly in the fabric, he looked comfortable, and he was shopping for the circumstances of why he was stopping by to help him get away with it. Raising his first, he knocks, the sound of something shuffling and then the door opening he sees the same woman from the night before.  He quickly adjusted the bag on his shoulder as her scent, though weak, was comforting, warm. He couldn’t truly pinpoint what she smelt like.

“Namjoon, why hello come in come in.” She waved him in, her smile large as she nodded from him to follow her. He stumbled slightly as he slipped out of his shoes, his eyes closing as he saw large mens shoes, most likely belonging to your father. It had him gulping, though he became confused when he did not smell a third scent. Nothing lingering, making him wonder if your father was on scent blockers or something like that.

“I brought her things.” He mumbled as he followed her to a living area, a couch that looked well used had a large blanket on it, and the coffee table in front of it had paperwork scattered across it. Looking to the walls he sees framed picture after frame picture, even framed art work, which look to be done by a young you were scattered on walls and shelves. His smile grows without a thought when he sees you, little chubby you, your body was in front of a man who had the same smile as yours. Cheeks a bright red, from what he could assume was the cold as the snow that was surrounding the two of you, your body was slightly lifted off of the ground, smiling face looking at the camera, as the men, who had to be your fathers, were smiling brightly down at you. “Cute.” he muttered, making your mother let out a small light laugh, one of agreement making him look back at her with a sheepish smile.

“She loves the snow, always..just like her father.” Her words had him smiling as she patted the spot on the couch next to her,  “Y/n fell back asleep about two hours ago or so.”

“Oh, I thought it would be enough time.” Namjoon muttered, his body awkwardly sitting down, his legs pressing cloning together as your bag slipped at his feet. His hands landed on the tops of his thighs as he let in a deep breath.

“It depends, she didn't sleep very well last night when I brought her home. Was up and down, a little out of it for a bit of it too.” Her words were said so easily, showing just how often an episode like the night before happened.  Namjoon was frowning, it had your mother letting out a soft sigh, her hand reaching for his as she squeezed his hand making him look up to her and give her a small smile. “It's okay that you’re here..I want this space to be a home to you as well.” He nodded as she gave him a bright smile, one more squeeze to his hand then she let him go.

“How..how can I help her?” Namjoon asked, after a moment of silence, it made your mother smile as she stood up and nodded her head for him to follow.

“Let's get a drink, how about some peach tea?”

“Sure.” As he followed her, his eyes scanning the home as he does, a small smile permanently etched on his face as  he catches pieces of you in every corner. His eyes gleamed as he caught a picture of you in work clothes, toothbrush in your mouth and hair being pulled in what he would assume was your usual ponytail. Your eyes were wide as you stared into the camera, the toothpaste foam was peeking out the corner of your mouth and a slight smile, on he knew it was from a giggle, was etching at the corner of your mouth. It was an image he was now gonna daydream about waking up after and walking into your shared bathroom and seeing you like that. His head whips away from the photograph on the fridge to your mom when she clears her throat, a small smile on her face as  she nods to the bar stool at the counter top.

“Peach tea.” The glass in front of him was cold in his hand, as he moved and took a sip, a pleasant sound falling past his lips making your mother chuckle slightly. “Anyway, to help her..I mean the shower things that Hoseok helped her with, the hot water helps relax the muscles and the pressure of the shower is like a massage.”  Namjoon nods at her words, her hand reaching to fix the messy bun her hair was in. “Massages as well, you feel how tight her muscles get and just rubbing it out helps. It doesn't solve the problem but it helps.” He nods, his hands moving through his hair as he takes a deep breath in. “But the best thing is just be there, like comfort her and make sure she knows it's okay that her medication will kick in and that you won’t leave her.”

“I won't..we won’t ever leave her.” Namjoons were quick and kinda loud at the end making your mother let out a soft giggle as she nodded and smiled at him.

“I believe you, that one alpha..Hoseok? He went almost all Alpha when I tried to get him to walk away.”

“Yeah, he's protective. I'm sorry about that.” Namjoon mumbled, remembering how his mate was grumbling under his breath about how he had ‘fucked up’ his true first impression with your mother by going all protective Alpha on her. Yoongi had tried to comfort him but it hadn't been working, all night Hoseok was mutterin what he should’ve done, and how he wasn’t the hot head he had most likely came off to be. “Don't apologize, I know what he was doing.” She smiled, her head tilting slightly as she took a deep breath and took a sip of her tea. “I know I snapped, but…I'm not an Alpha, I don’t have authority over him or Yoongi  and I was in a bathroom with my pup in pain with an Alpha I had only briefly met.”  She stopped to take a deep breath in and look down at the counter. “I just wanted to make sure my pup was safe.”

“I understand..kinda? I mean I don’t have pups..but..just the thought of having a pup in pain and having an Alpha in the room while they’re in such a vulnerable state.” He stopped, smacking his lips as his fingers traced the cup in his hand, “Once I calmed down, I realized the situation. I mean I've only known her for a month and half, and it was her first time sleeping over, and you're her mother. You know her best.”

“I know her best as of this moment.” She corrected him,”One day, you three ar gonna know her better than I ever had, you’ll know her little quirks, her pet peeves, you’ll be able to tell with one look what she's thinking. You know the feeling.” Her words had him nodding,  her smile soft as she watched his eyes almost glaze over, though the overwhelming feeling in his chest crawled up, the memories of the first few months of being courted by Yoongi and Hoseok the moments where he’d catch the way their posters would shift in a split second when they were upset or angry, or the way Hoseok's eyes would lower when he was concentrating or the way Yoongi knee would bounces when he was anxious. Little details that no one else would really notice but him. The thought of knowing little things like that about you was making his eyes burn as he sniffled slightly. “Oh sweets.” She mumbled, her body moving around the counter to stand next to him. “Why all the blubbering?” She mutters, her voice soft as her hand moved to rest on the top of his head, fingers massaging his scalp as he sniffled slightly.

“Just..just the thought of getting to know her…love her is overwhelming I guess.” His  words became a whisper towards the end, his fingers rubbing at the hem of his shirt as he took a deep breath in. The lingering smell of freshly baked cookies had his hammering heart slow as he looked over at your mother. Her nails slightly scratching at his scalp as he lets out a soft croon making her smile at the sound. “I just don’t want to mess anything up, but just..just the thought of her making my brain go all..all mush. I already can’t think when I'm around her and sleeping last night without her was..was painful.” His eyes fell to the cup in front of him, the feeling of your mothers nails slowly twirling his hair as she let out a croon of her own, it was different than yours or his, or any Omega really. It was more light, and almost sounded like a humm. Yet it was a sound to comfort, to sooth another. It has Namjoons eyes closing as he took a deep breath in and looked at her from the corner of his eyes.

Her eyes were soft, and similar to yours yet they told her life story to Namjoon, well at least a glimpse of the joy she experienced in her life. The slight development of crows feet and how her cheeks were developing smile lines show just how much in life she was smiling, yet there was a darkness clouding her eyes slightly. He couldn’t figure out what was heavy on her heart, yet he knew it was an unexplainable one, he blinked as he quickly looked back down at his tea as he sniffled. Feeling odd for staring at her for as long as he was in silence, but that's the thing about Namjoon. He was curious, and he was in better terms nosey especially with the people involved with his personal life. It was something his mates scold him for, but his reasoning is always wanting to make sure that the important people in his life are okay, and are cared for.

“I understand, when I met her father I was..was a ball of nerves and whenever he was around just the smell of him made my world freeze. It was like everything was shifting around me, making him the center of my univerice was no longer myself but the two of us.” Her words had Namjoon nodding, understanding exactly what she meant. He had felt the same way when he met Hoseok, and when he started spending time with Yoongi.  How he was feeling with you, everything in his world shifted differently with each of his mates. “I can tell yours is shifting, hers is doing that three times over.”

“I can’t imagine how it feels to have three men courting her, I was going nuts with just two.” His words had her laughing, a final pat at the top of his head as she moved away from him.

“Now before you wake her up why don’t we make some lunch for her, she’ll need food on her stomach to take her muscle relaxer. Come I’ll show you her favorite.”

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“Y/n?” A voice calls out, the warm feeling of a hand against your cheek had you moaning out in disagreement, hand lifting, swatting. A familiar chuckle echos, making you huff as you take a deep breath in, the sweet smell of fresh cut peaches and pears, a small smile lifting on the end of your lips as you slowly let your eyes peeled open. “Why hello sleepy pup.” His dimpled smile, and bright brown eyes had you reaching up your hand cupping his jaw as your thumb runs over his lower lip, his eyes closing as he let out a peaceful sigh.

“Cute.” You mutter, making his eyes snap open as you drop your hand, moving to sit up though you groan lightly making him move quickly. Hands moving to support you as you give him a half smile as your back rests against the pillowed wall behind you.

“Your mom told me that you’d need at least one muscle relaxer.” He mumbled, his hand reaching for the pill cup you mom had given him when she had let him in, their half hour talk had made him feel at home. “We also made lunch, but when she and I came up here the first time you seemed too comfortable for us to wake up.” His cheeks were wide, his hand falling onto the side of your face, his thumb running across your cheek bones again as you smiled softly at him. “We put some in the fridge, but you mom thought you’d like some peach ice cream.” His words had you moving quickly, though you wince out as you sit up and huff as you look at Namjoon. “Slow baby, don’t hurt yourself.” His words had you huffing as you took a deep breath in, and patted the other side of your bed.

“Cuddle.” The single word had Namjoon chuckling as he placed the bowl of ice cream at your side table, his body moving to the end of the bed and crawling onto it. Trying not to move your body about, his body was soon beside yours, his arm reaching around you to grab the bowl and then rest right next to you. His forehead pressing to your temple for a second, his lips pressing your cheekbone making you smile slightly as he pulls back and smiles brightly at you.

“Missed you in the nest last night.” He muttered as you watched him stir the ice cream about, a smile lifting onto your lips as you lean against his shoulder, scooping the ice cream and lifting it up. Your lips wrapping around the spoon as the sweet taste made your mouth water as you pulled back and looked at him. “I didn’t think two nights would have me..so attached to you.” His words were soft and mumbled, a sniffle towards the end making you move slowly. Sitting up, twisting slightly to face him as your eyes stared at him, his hair was falling in his face and his nose was slightly scrunching every few seconds as you moved your hand to run through his hair making him look up. His brown eyes were slightly glossed over as he looked at you, a tear trailing down his face making you let out a small noise as your hands cupped his cheeks. His breath puffing out as your forehead pressed against his, nose nudging his as your thumbs moved in circular motions as the sound of the spoon hitting the rim of the bowl made him jump slightly. “Sorry, sorry”

“No, Joonie. Don't be sorry..I'm sorry…this..this is why I don’t like people seeing me like this.” You mumbled, his eyes widening as he rapidly shook his head, his hands moving to press against your sides as you hear the bowl below move making you pull back and grab the bowl of melting ice cream. A giggle passing your lips as his arms wrap around your waist trying to pull you close to him as you giggle as you look at him. “You’re gonna make me spill the ice cream.”

“Don’t be sorry Y/n, don’t hide this from me. From us.” His words had you huffing as he took the bowl and set it back onto the side table, his nose nudged at your chin as you felt him gently pull you into him. Your leg moved to the other side of his lap as you hovered over top of him. His fingers gripping, massaging at your hips as your hands move around his shoulders. “I wish..I wish I would’ve asked about that day in Yoons office.” His voice wavering as a sniffle is heard again, making your fingers lace into his hair, pulling his head up making him let out a whine as he looked at you. “I don’t care that you need medication to feel okay, to feel pain free it's okay.” he pauses his lips, presses under your jaw as you take a deep breath in and sighs as you pull his head back again. Tears falling down his cheeks as you sniffle back at him, his hands squeezing your waist as he looks at you, his eyes wide, slowly dilating as he starts to drift. “Omega is safe with me.” His words were mumbled, his eyes closing slightly as you nod softly, suddenly his hand pushed you down, your full weight suddenly in his lap making you gasp as he moved forward. His nose burning itself against your collarbone, his fingers moving along you back as his nose rubbed along your night shirt.

“Namjoon, just..I just don't like people seeing me so out of it..not myself. It’s not that I don't trust you..I just don't want you guys to pity me? To look at me differently than you did before you found out about it..it's just something I have to live with but I don’t want you guys to live with.”

“I will live with it..I..I want to live with you..I want to know everything about you.” Namjoons muttered, his head lifting from your collarbone, his lips suddenly pressing against your jaw making you sigh as he pulled away from you and took a deep breath in. “I’m your omega and your mine, and I don’t want you to feel like you have to hide stuff from me.”  You nod, your head leaning away as you shifted, trying to lift weight off of his thighs, yet he held your waist in place. It had you huffing as you looked at him, his eyes though slightly puff, had a playful gleam in them as he stared at you.

“Joon..I'm too heavy for this.” You mutter after a couple seconds of silence, it had him rolling his eyes as he pulled you back into his chest.

“Stop that, you are not.”

“I bet your thighs are burning or falling asleep right now.” You mutter making him let out a playful growl, his teeth nipping at the near your ear making you huff as he suddenly presses a kiss to your lips. It had your eyes closing as you felt one of his hands sneak up from your waist, brushing against your breast, which made your skin jump and your eyes open as you pulled away. His eyes were wide, cheeks dusted pink as he took a deep breath in. “Try to cup a feel, are you?” You muttered under your breath, a smile twisting onto your lip, his eyes rolling as he let out a groan as you giggled. Watching him throw his head back dramatically as you lifted weight off of his legs making him grunt.

“Hey no, sit comfortably.”

“Working my thighs.”

“I like your body weight on me, so please..just..relax.” His words had your mind overthinking, wondering if what he was saying was what he really thought, but then you wondered, why would he lie, why would he say something like that and not mean it. You had no reason not to believe him, and everything in your heart was telling you to trust him. So you did.

Your lips slightly parted as you slowly rested your weight back on to him, your eyes looking at him as you slowly relaxed. A smile lifts on his face, his hand reaches forward and tugs your face against his. His lips mashing with yours, the feeling of you closing your eyes as one of your hands runs through his hair, the other gripping his wrist.  You could feel the smile lifting as his lips as yours moved against them, you fighting off your own smile.  Pulling away at the sound of a gasp had you huffing as the scent of your mother at your door greeted you.

“Okay, I should've knocked, I know.” Your mom's words had you look back to see her, a slight blush to her cheeks as she look down at the floor, his hair was in her usual at home bun, and you couldn’t help the heat that was on your cheeks as your turned your face away from him and buried it into Namjoons shoulder. His body moving as a chuckle reaches your ears making the palm of your hand gently swat at his side making his laughter grow. “Just wanted to check up, maybe take the bowl.”

“Take it.” You mutter, embarrassment growing as you listen to her footsteps grow closer to your bed.

“You had like none.”

“I had a bite.”

“Then you got distracted.”

“Mom!” You whine, her teasing tone making heat wrap around your ears, as Namjoon pulls you closer. His arm is holding you tight against him as you hear your mom laughing as your door shuts. “I feel like a teenageer.” You mutter making Namjoon laugh as he rocks your body with his lips pressed against the crown of your head as your huff into his shirt. “Not funny.”

“Oh no it's hilarious…though not as funny as the time Hoseok mom walked in Yoongi blowing him.” His words had you spitting out a laugh, your whole body being taken over as you felt his hand rubbing into your back as you rolled off onto your side. “Tell me another one.” You look over at him as you speak through your constant laughter, his eyes staring at you, watching your every move as you tilt your head and smile at him as you take a deep breath and calm down.

“You’re feeling better.” he utters, mind going to how you had moved, how freely your body was twisting and turning. It had you nodding as you looked at him , his hand moving from the crown of your head through your hair making you huff as he caught a tangle making you wine. “I need to learn how to style and take care of longer hair.”

“Why?”

“So I can do your hair for you..and maybe for a pup one day.” His words had your heart pounding against your chest as you nodded as he sat up and got onto his knees. “Where's your hairbrush?”

‘On my desk..Joon you don't have to.”

“I want to..want to prove to you and your parents we can take care of you..want to prove it to myself too.”  You look at him,eyes softening  as you see the look on his face. Eyes down casted, hands messing with the end of his shirt as you nod at him with a deep sigh.

“In the desk over there, second drawer.” He gives you a bright dimpled smile, leaning forward, cupping your jaw, pressing a quick kiss then jumping off the bed to the desk. You watch him as he opens the drawer and pulls out a brush, your body moving to sit on the edge off the bed. His body moving to sit behind you, his legs falling on either side of your hips, the feeling of his hand moving your hair. “Start from the bottom and work your way up.” You mutter, he nods, the feeling of the brush running through your hair, pulling at the kinks off and on had you closing your eyes at the feeling. The moment after your shower in their apartment rolls in your mind as you begin to see in between his legs. The connection between the two of you builds as you hear him start to humm behind you. The tune was something sweet, soft, something that would have your humming along if you knew it.

“Ever since I've met you, I've got this melody in my head that I can’t get out.” His words had you smiling as he stopped brushing making you lean back. His arms wrap around your waist as you look over at him. :I can’t get you out of my head.”

“Sweet..I..I can’t get you guys out of my head either. I thought at first I could ignore the way Yoongi and Hoseok affected me, then I met you.” You paused, your eyes staring off, remembering the way he had growled, woke up to you and ripped the shirt from your grasp. “ You were so..so on a mission that day.” You chuckle, making him whine as he puffs air against your skin.

“I know..I just..I saw you and then Hoseok's shirt..but then..then I saw you.. And I smelt you and I froze but I just wanted to brush it off you know.” You nod at his words, “I wanted to dislike you, but then you were..so nice? Like you saw me sit on Yoongi's lap, you watched me get all possessive and shit and you smiled. You smiled like you were so happy to see Yoongi and me together.”

“I was..I am..you reminded me of my parents.” You mutter, a softness in your voice that makes him hum as you feel his chin rest on your shoulder, this thumb tapping against your arm. “What?” You muttered, eyes looking over at Namjoon as he let out a breath and nodded, as if he was prepping himself to ask you.

“Where..where is your dad? I mean you said he’s an Alpha..yet I don't smell an Alpha anywhere. Like there hasn’t been on here before. You mom isn’t scent marked and…and I noticed her mating mark is faded.” His words had you closing your eyes tightly as you took a deep shaky breath in, pulling away from his arms as you stood up. Stumbling slightly as you run your hands over your face. “I’m just wondering, that's all. No matter what happened there isn’t judgment or anything.”

“I mean..I think you kinda know what happened.” You mutter, your arms crossing over your chest as you take a deep breath in as he did a slope nod. “That..that car accident I was in..he..he was driving…he didn’t..he..” Your words got choked up as Namjoons body stood up and wrapped itself around you. His scent is pushing out, wrapping around the two of you like a security blanket. It had the weight on your chest, yet the tears that you so wanted to hold back fell. Large fat tears rolled down your cheeks, hand gripping his shirt as you felt your knees grow weak.

“I’ve got you..I’ve got you.”  He muttered against your skin, you nodded as you felt a weight on your mind as he squeezed you. “You can drop baby, I got you.”

“Don't wanna..don’t..don’t wanna get small when I think about it.” You mutter, pulling away from his hands rubbing at your eyes,taking deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down. His hands move yours away from your face as he cups your face, forehead falling against your as he takes in deep breaths. Encouraging you to follow his breathing pattern, as you do  he gives you a gentle smile. “Wanted to tell you but..I didn't know how..everyone who knows was around when it happened. Never really had to tell anyone you know…and..and when I brought them up..and Yoongi's response to how he wanted to be an Alpha for me that my father would be proud of..I didn..I didnt know how to break it to him that my father could never be proud of him..that he could never..never get that approval that seems so important to him.” Your words had Namjoon shaking his head as he pushed a kiss to your lips, his thumbs rubbing against your cheeks as he pulled away.

“We..we want the approval yes, but your mothers is enough for the both of them..Y/n you don't  have to be afraid to hide things from us because of it. This is something..something that is gonna affect you for the rest of your life, and we want to be apart every moment from here on out.” You nod at his words, fingers still gripping the fabric of his shirt, kneading the fabric as he speaks. “I'm not upset you didn’t tell us right away, and I know our Alphas aren't going to be ethier.”

“You..you sure?” You whisper, his eyes widening as he quickly nods as he pulls you back into his chest. “I swear it, they..honestly they’ll be more upset with themselves thinking that they did something for you not to tell them.” he chuckles lightly at the thought, though it just makes you cookie scent start to smell like it was burning making his eyes widen as he pulls away and giggles at the panic look at on your face. “Bubs no no, it's a them thing. Even now when I don’t tell them something they think it's because of what they did. Everytime. They always keep their worries bottled in, Yoongi more so the Hoseok, but..still they aren’t very open with how they feel very often. Yoongi isn’t good at explaining his words, his emotions. Hoseok is better, though he doesn’t like looking sad, weak.” You nodded as you took in the information, his body stepping away sitting on the bed as you watched his hands running up and down his thighs. “I..I can tell them for you if you want? Like I did with Yoongi's parents' situation for him.” His words make you shake your head, moving to stand between his legs as his hands move to rest on your waist.

“No, no I gotta tell them..let me tell them?”

“I will..unless you are in danger or our relationship is at risk…okay?” You nodd sniffling as you took a deep breath in. “Do you want to talk about it more?”

“No..definitely not right now.”

“Okay, that's fine bubs, just know if you need to talk about it you can, I’ll always make sure you're taken care of pup, okay. Always.”

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[theharrowing]

Outro: Tear

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

❤  Namjoon x Yoongi x Hoseok x Reader

❤  word count: 5.5k

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

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

❤ reader’s nickname is Bloom

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

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

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

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

Yoongi snickers. "Cop out response."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dating the three of them was as easy as breathing. 

Until it wasn’t.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You like it?"

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

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

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

"Namjoon, please, stop."

"This is just too much for me."

"Why?"

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

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

Namjoon just nodded and stared ahead. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm sorry, Seok."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Moonlight Reign Ch. 2

A/N: Sorry I keep disappearing, but hopefully I won't be doing it again! Nothing crazy happened, really, just life gets in the was, you know? But I am back with another part, and I hope you like it!! Everyone say thank you to my sweet B @rapline-heaux for beta-reading. She is the best, go read her stuff!! Also strap in for this one lol

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Pairing: Yandere! Mafia! BTS x Reader

Words: 5.9k

Warnings: crime, sensory flashbacks, trauma, unhealthy relationships, yandere behavior, pining, violence, past abuse, past neglect, academic neglect, talk of stitches, wound description, panic attack, nails pressing into palm, brief suicidal thought

Namjoon watched the clock tick by as Jungkook slept on his chest. Something about you… didn’t feel right. He couldn’t explain it, and he was pretty sure he wasn’t jealous. Although, he would have reason to be. You were beautiful and your figure only added to it. Not to mention the way you looked straddling Jungkook was objectively erotic looking– but that wasn’t the point. The point was how nonchalant you were about the whole thing. From giving his boyfriend stitches to fighting him off to reacting that way when he grabbed you, Namjoon knew there was something more there. 

The seven of them had built Bangtan from the ground up, and especially as anniversary day was coming up, it unnerved him to encounter someone he couldn’t get a read on. He would need to have Yoongi look into what he could find about you. The seven of them were all leaders, but Namjoon controlled the above-ground operations while Yoongi managed the underground ones, and something told Namjoon he’d need to look there for anything about you. 

First, he just had to get your full name from the younger man drooling on his chest. He sighed as he brushed a hand through Jungkook’s hair, wanting to be angry with him for getting drunk and getting into a fight, but he just couldn’t. After the last few years Jungkook had, he deserved to let loose, what worried him was that he was doing him more often than usual. Jungkook usually only acted out this much when he was holding something in. It didn’t help that the leader had been halfway across the world for the past month. Namjoon was never one to pry or be too good with feelings out of all of them, but he had a nagging feeling it had to do with you. 

Eventually, sleep found the older man and he was awoken by the smell of food wafting into the bedroom. His eyes finally cracked open when he felt a kiss being planted on his cheek, “Wakey, wakey.” Hoseok sang, and chuckled at the look of confusion Namjoon gave him, “Jungkook called us all over for breakfast since it’s been a while since we’ve all been in the same city.” 

Namjoon was finally fully awake and could hear Jungkook singing along to some show tune with Jin in the kitchen and scoffed, “He’s awfully spry for someone who should be nursing one hell of a hangover.” He mumbled and Hoseok snorted.

“Yeah, I’m sure Yoongi is going to want a full report on last night.” The older man shook his head, knowing it would only stress out the aforementioned man, “Brightside is he should calm down when Jimin and Taehyung tell him the news.” The younger man raised a brow in question but Hoseok shook his head, “I’m not the type to spoil a surprise.” He chuckled before pressing a soft kiss to the man’s furrowed brow, “You’ll know soon enough, let’s go.” 

Hand in hand, the two take their seats as Jin and Jungkook place plates in front of the five sitting men, “I see someone is trying to make up for getting trashed last night.” Taehyung sang.

“Or I just miss having all my boyfriends in the same room.” Jungkook huffed as he took his seat next to Yoongi who gave him a glare, “Oh, come on. You cannot seriously be mad at me?” He flashed his doe eyes to the man and fluttered his lashes. 

Jimin clicked his tongue, “That’s not seriously going to work, is it?” He whined, “Yoongi never lets me get away with shit from just looking at him.”

“You get away with plenty.” Jin quipped at the fighter.

Yoongi ignored the commotion as his hands brushed Jungkook’s hair out of the way to look at the stitches, “Who did those, baby?” His voice was soft but with the way the youngest man shrunk, he knew he wouldn’t like the answer. 

“Well, I guess I’ll just go ahead and give the report of last night’s events.” Namjoon huffed through a bite of bacon, “You want to start, Kook?” He raised a brow.

The man sighed and nodded, “Well, I finished all my work early, like usual.” He began smugly. Jungkook in general was a skilled person, so he didn’t have just one job, but most often he was digging up dirt on people via his computer skills, “Then, I had my regular neighbor dinner.” He smiled at the thought, and Jin noticed Jimin and Taehyung scowling a bit at this. The two were the most jealous of this elusive neighbor, which was odd since even on the seldom occasions the others sought the company of someone else, it never affected any of them. Nowadays, they don’t really go outside of the relationship, but it’s still interesting to see them so jealous, but they kept silent as Jungkook continued, “We watched Jimin win, so then I decided to go out and… celebrate.” His smile turned guilty.

“This close to the anniversary, Kook?” Jin sighed and Yoongi kept deathly quiet. 

“I’ll assume that’s where your memory stops?” Hoseok asked and Jungkook nodded sheepishly.

“Well, I then got a call from one of our guys at around three in the morning that some rookie was running his mouth and pissed Kook off.” Namjoon sighed, “Jungkook won the fight even sloshed out of his mind if that’s any consolation.”

“Nice.” Jimin grunts and Taehyung snickers at the glare Yoongi shoots him.

“Then, I drag him all the way here and he collapses at his neighbor’s door, insisting she’ll fix him up.” The CEO continues the story and notes how Hoseok shifts at the mention of this, “What was even weirder is that she did, like it was super normal.”

“It’s not that normal.” Jungkook argued weakly.

“She said it wasn’t uncommon.” Namjoon snapped and Yoong put his head in his hands, “I will also say it was really eerie the way she could just handle how Jungkook gets when she woke up.” 

“She’s a nurse, you guys know that.” The man tried to defend.

“A high school nurse.” Taehyhung corrected, causing the hacker to pout, “I doubt she has to restrain her patients regularly.” 

“Did I hurt her when I woke up?” Jungkook asked and this made Namjoon falter.

“That doesn’t matter right now.” The CEO offers, “What I was getting at is I think Yoongi and Jungkook should do a deeper background check than the initial one we did-”

“No.” Jungkook spat, partly shocking Namjoon at the venom in his voice. The youngest’s face was twisted in distaste at the idea, “You all promised-”

“That was before I saw the way-”

“No!” He shouted, shocking everyone at the table as his eyes began to glisten, “I’ve known her for years now, and she’s never been pushy about what’s going on in my life or why I have six boyfriends she’s never even met and in return, I don’t ask her questions.” Namjoon’s jaw clenched at this. Most of the time if an arrangement was too good to be true, it’s because it was. If he didn’t care so much about Jungkook’s love and trust he wouldn’t have even bothered to bring it up. At times like these, being in love was more frustrating than ever as he listened to Jungkook, “She trusts me and I trust her that way, I don’t want to ruin the only friendship I have outside of us.” His voice cracks at the end, making everyone soften a bit. Jungkook was right. It’s been just them for a long time, and you were the only friend he really had. You weren’t a drinking mate or gambling buddy, you were a friend. And yet, he felt like Namjoon was trying to take that away from him.

“Kook, have you considered she might not ask questions because she’s hiding something herself?” Taehyung gently asked, but it didn’t simmer the hacker’s anger.

“I don’t care if she’s hiding anything.” He snapped, making Jin sigh, “I’m hiding plenty and none of that has stopped us from being close so please, just leave it alone.” He pleaded, but Yoongi’s expression was unreadable, “Hoseok did those couple random shadows of her a few years ago and he saw nothing of concern.” He reminded them, and truthfully, how could any of them have forgotten? The act itself caused one of their worst arguments to date. Originally, Taehyung insisted on Jungkook digging up every piece of information he could about her and giving it to them, which made the youngest even more closed off about his friend. Finally, after days of disagreeing, Hoseok was the only one entrusted with your full name, not that it would’ve been all that hard to find.

The man in question nodded, “It was quite boring actually, but it’s true. Even the phone calls she took were a snoozefest.” He sighed just remembering them, “I’d never seen such a killjoy of a college student before, and I’m sure she’s the same as a nurse.” Granted, Hoseok’s specialty was not in surveillance, but Taehyung and Jungkook were too biased in opposite ways to do the shadowing, and the chemist was the only one with the extra time to do it. 

Jungkook nodded, “She really does just go to work and home.” He mumbled ruefully, “Plus, even if she’s someone else or whatever, at the end of the day, she saves me a hospital trip and hasn’t said anything to anyone, evidently.” He added and Namjoon looked to Yoongi who sighed in defeat but nodded.

“Fine, we’ll drop it.” Yoongi finally spoke and Namjoon bristled, “She hasn’t caused any trouble, sounds like a good friend, and is smart enough not to ask any questions. There’s no reason not to trust Jungkook’s judgment.” He explained to the more skeptical men, Namjoon, Taehyung, and Jimin, who simply nodded in defeat before turning to the youngest, “Just, be more careful, okay?” He looked to the younger man who nodded before giving him a chaste kiss on the lips, “It was pretty risky bringing Namjoon there, even if accidentally. If she does know anything, she could’ve recognized him as the head of Bangtan Corp and unraveled quite a bit.” He said and Jungkook nodded. Even though he doubted you even knew an underground existed, let alone that Bangtan was running it, he understood Yoongi being weary, “Let’s enjoy our breakfast together, yeah?”

They all nodded before falling into their regular lull. No matter how much time they spent apart for work, it was easy for them to get together like no time had passed. The seven of them had been dating for a couple of years now, and though the relationship was loving, it was by no means perfect, that much was obvious. The organization had risen to its height because of their ability to work through those hardships together, but with the rise of their syndicate came less time for one another. This paired with secrets and disagreements that were littered throughout the relationship made for a good chunk of tension when work was exceptionally stressful, like during the anniversary. This was why the relationship was open, but Jungkook was the only one with a consistent connection outside of them, which was most likely why it ruffled some of their feathers. 

“Now, I’m told Taehyung and Jimin have some good news?” Namjoon brings up and the two men in question grin at each other, and he can tell they’re silently deciding who should be the one to say it. 

“We found a certain little weasel last night.” Taehyung sang. 

“Found and captured.” Jimin added, and the two didn’t need to elaborate for the other men to know what they meant. 

Yoongi smirked, sadism written along his features as he caught Namjoon’s eyes, “We’ve got an exciting day ahead of us.”

—

Your eyes cracked open slowly as you hissed when sunlight invaded your pupils. You squinted, not sure how you forgot to fully close the blinds, especially during the anniversary week, but you let it go. Work had been especially a nightmare with the beginning of a new term, and the blinds were just barely cracked, not enough for anyone to peak in much but certainly enough for the sun to wreak havoc on you. You stretched your arms forward, taking in a deep breath before craning your neck to look at the time, 10:24 am, nice. You actually managed to get a good amount of sleep even with the chaos at your door last night. 

Your sleepy eyes landed on the shallow cut on your forearm beneath the wrapping you put on it. It looked a lot like a cat scratch, which you were thankful for. The last thing you needed was any nosy colleagues or students asking too many questions. Telling people you got the wound from having to tackle your only friend was less than ideal. You snorted to yourself. Truly, you should have more questions or concerns with Jungkook, but you just didn’t have it in you anymore. You spend the entire first two years of your friendship insanely weary, and you already spend your time like that with everyone else. It was nice to have someone you didn’t need to constantly be on guard from. Your fingertips ran over the bandage, hoping that you had made the right choice, but even then, it was far too late to change anything now. 

You liked Jungkook more than you cared to admit, even to yourself, so when you heard his telltale knocking on your door in the middle of your morning cable surfing, you didn’t even bother to turn off the TV before going to the door. You rolled your neck before opening the door with a bored expression when Jungkook’s wide eyes met yours, “Morning, sport.” You drawled, leaning against your door frame.

Crossing your arms over your chest, Jungkook took notice of the bandage on your forearm, “Did I do that?” He asked worriedly.

You shrugged, looking away from him, “If you think about it, the needle is technically the culprit–”

“Y/n, I’m serious.” He pleaded, making you straighten up, but your gaze stayed fixed elsewhere, “Look at me, please.” He spoke, and you cursed yourself for obeying. You were accustomed to following orders, and something about the way Jungkook bothered to say please made it that much easier to listen to him, but you could only hope he didn’t realize this. “Did I hurt you?” His gaze burned you, and it made you hate his need for eye contact at times like these.

You sighed, examining the guilt on his face. The look made you feel like an asshole even though you didn’t do anything wrong. You didn’t like this part of your friendship. The serious, gravelly talks about what he did last night or about whatever breakdown of yours he happened to witness. The care in his eyes was suffocating, but addicting all the same. It made you feel self-conscious about your lack of clothing, but you were sure not even a parka wouldn’t make you feel any less vulnerable. The honesty in his eyes curled around you like smoke that you had no choice but to inhale and exhale right back to him. Flat-out lying to Jungkook has seldom been an option, especially about things like this, “Fine, when you woke up you were panicked and somehow made my hand slip and caused the needle I was working with to give me a little scratch.” You explained, eyes begging to avoid his again.

“That’s a big bandage for a little scratch.” He observed skeptically and you slipped your arms behind your back. He sighed, “I’m sorr–”

You shook your head. Much like actual birthday gifts, apologies had been foreign to you before Jungkook, and you didn’t like to nor know how to accept them, “I promise, it’s no deeper than a paper cut.” You looked up at him through your lashes, his expression now unreadable, which was somehow worse than the guilt.

He raised a brow, utterly unconvinced, “Let me see.” He wasn’t asking or pleading this time, but you didn’t have it in you to go against him.

You rolled your eyes, “Only because it’s about time to take it off anyway.” You huffed, only partially lying. It was time to let the wound air out a bit, but you both knew it wasn’t the only reason. You had spent most of your life taking in and thriving on the fear, guilt, and despair of others people. You loved the taste of the power you wielded, but nothing was more sour on your tongue than Jungkook’s dim mood. You turned around, peeling off the medical tape and walking to your counter as you heard your door close. Throwing the dressing in the trash, you looked at the wound with a nod before spinning to face the man approaching you, “See? It’s nothing.” You presented the thin line of scabs to him. He studied it, face still unreadable that was, until you flinched when his hand darted out to hold your wrist. The horror in his eyes made you feel physically ill as he went to withdraw, but you panicked and moved to hold his hand there, “Come on, you know it’s not because of you.” You reasoned, voice barely above a whisper. 

His jaw clenched, but he nodded solemnly. The question of who it was burned his tongue as he pressed his mouth closed. He’d seen more than enough of your episodes to know that you had plenty of reasons to flinch and he had to swallow the urge to find every single reason and end them with his bare hands. Horrible things happened to you, and he wasn’t sure if not knowing was worse than what would become of him if he ever found out. He diverted his gaze back to the scratch, and you wanted to ask him what he was doing until he leaned down. Your breathing ceased as you watched his lips brush lightly over the wound in the form of the softest kiss he’d ever given you, “There, all better.” His joking tone was strained with his smile when he stood straight again, but you appreciated the effort. 

His chest felt a bit lighter when you smiled softly, “What a hero.” You deadpanned. 

The reality was that Jungkook wanted to rip the door off its hinges, he was so pissed off at himself. Plus with that door gone, there’d be just a bit less between the two of you, and he needed to ignore why that sounded so sickeningly sweet. Regardless, he knew you hated moments like these, moments where the air was still but heavy with a million unspoken words between you two, so he felt compelled to throw out a light comment since he couldn’t outright comfort you that often, “I’ll be more careful, I promise. I’ve just been so…”

You nodded sympathetically, “Yeah, this week is pretty rough for me too.” You sighed, staring at the way his thumb absent-mindedly rubbed along your skin. The affection created a pit in your stomach that you couldn’t explain, but you promised yourself it was just how friends felt for each other sometimes.

“Hey, I think you’ve been doing pretty good lately.” He chided softly, and a mix of embarrassment and pride filled you at his words, “I haven’t slept with you in weeks now.” He pointed out, and the fake pout on his lips made you chuckle, mind still partially lost in the way his thumb stroked your arm.

You knew he was just trying to lighten the reminder of how your screams would wake him up some nights. On those nights, Jungkook would all but break down your door in an effort to sleep next to you. It was weird for you, even still, sleeping next to someone. It brought out feelings in you that you didn’t want to deal with, so you did your best to make Jungkook’s presence in your bedroom as rare as possible, “Miss me?” You asked sarcastically, still so lost in his ministrations. Affection is something you’d only ever gotten from the man in front of you, so it was hard to tell if it would feel this nice from anyone else. 

“All the time.” He responded quickly and with so much sincerity it made your chest seize for a moment. Jungkook cleared his throat, breaking his eye contact with you for just a moment, “I hope Namjoon wasn’t a dick to you.” He spoke, snapping you out of your trance with his touch as you retracted your arm, almost deluding yourself into thinking he tried to hold onto you for a split second. 

“He was just being protective of his baby.” You snickered at how Jungkook bristled with the term, “A protective dick, but I get it. I’m a total stranger–”

“Hey, you’re my best friend.” He chided, with a smile that was a bit less strained than before. 

You scoffed, “I’m your only friend.”

He shrugged with a more amused grin, “I said what I said.” 

You rolled your eyes, “Anyway did you only come to–” You were cut off by your phone buzzing on the table. 

Both you and Jungkook knitted your brows at this. It was degradingly rare for anyone other than him or work to call you, “You cheating on me?” He playfully asked and you pushed him by the shoulder before going to answer the call. 

You picked up the device cautiously, “It’s a random number.” You said lightly, but something felt wrong. “Don’t tell me I’m about to get a ton of prank calls because I pissed one of your boyfriends off?” You tried to joke as the phone finally went to voicemail.

Jungkook snorted at this, “Yeah, Joonie’s not the prank call type.”

“No way? He seemed like a real court jester.” You sarcastically said, making your friend laugh more. 

���A+ on the tone, B+ for the reference.” He chuckled, and you beamed at this. Jungkook spent the first two years of your friendship helping you grasp the ins and outs of day-to-day interactions, so it was nice to see how far you’ve come. “I haven’t heard the term ‘court jester’ so casually, like, ever, but it gets points for creativity.”

“You know me, I’m a real artist- ugh, again?” You looked down at your phone as it buzzed again with the same number. 

“Just answer, maybe it’s important.” He reasoned, and you nodded but the idea made you feel sick, “Oh, but put it on speaker I wanna hear if it is a prank call.” He grinned

Pushing the feeling of unease down, you rolled your eyes and answered, putting it on speaker, “Hello–”

“Y/n! Y-You gotta get me out of here, I’m–” Ice water flooded your veins as the man’s voice invaded your senses. Your eyes bulged once you fully realized Jungkook was standing right there, hearing this god-forsaken voice and you gasped before taking it off speaker. 

“Who is this?” You seethed, lying to everyone in the room. You’d know that whiny voice anywhere. Goosebumps sprouted along your arms and your stomach churned as your uncle's shaky breathing entered your mind, “How did you get my number?” You demanded quietly as you turned from Jungkook and put some distance between you both.

“Y/n, they found me and I’m–” He coughed and your eye twitched, pathetic.

“Lose my number.” You ordered, moving to hang up.

“I’ll tell them!” He shouted, making you pause. You didn’t even know who “they” were, but you certainly didn’t care to find out, “I’ll tell them who you are, where you are–”

“You don’t know that.” You called his bluff, but fear soaked into your rage, dampening its strengthening effects on your body. You could feel yourself getting smaller with each millisecond of silence that followed. 

“I have your number.” He challenged, and you scoffed. That was undoubtedly all he had. Jungyoon had never been built for the mind games, he was the muscle and nothing else, through and through.

“Won’t be mine for much longer, I promise.” You fumed quietly, and the whimper that leaked from him told you that was all the leverage he had, or at least you hoped so, “I’m not the one who was on national fucking TV just so I could watch a stupid fight, so you dug your grave. Don’t pass me the shovel.” 

“Wh-How can you even say that I’m–” He tried desperately.

“You must have the wrong number if you’re planning on finishing that sentence.” You forced out before hanging up. You let out a shaky breath before throwing your phone on the couch. 

Byungjoo was caught. If he was caught that meant you weren’t safe anymore. Were you ever really safe? Why did you stay in the country? What were you thinking? Did you seriously think Byungyeol would come back from you? Did you seriously stay in the same place he lost you like a child? And now what? You were dead, utterly dead–

No. You were safe. You had to be. You never went anywhere, and your face was never known by the public or that many people in the organization. You were smart, you had–

“Y/n, hey, hey.” Jungkook’s voice cut through the radio static that heightened the panic in your head. 

You looked at him, eyes wild but in a state he’s seen before, “I-It…” The words died in your throat as panic held you in a vice grip. Your nails dug into your palm, and the pain did nothing to satiate you as your knees buckled. Jungkook caught you before you could hit the ground, and you almost wished he hadn’t. You’d give anything to feel the pain radiating up your leg, the linoleum against your palms, anything to remind you that you were in your home and not wherever the hell the people who took Byungjoo planned to take you. You steadied yourself, the haze of panic subsiding momentarily, “I’m okay.” You lied, placing your hand on the couch so you could stand on your own.

“Who the hell was that and why–” You cut Jungkook off with a look, a look you’ve both used on each other, a look that begged him not to pry so you don’t have to lie to him, “I just… I’m worried.”

“Don’t be worried.” It came off as more of a plea than reassurance, and you cringed.

Jungkook wet his dry lips as he looked you over. You were talking, but you still had that look in your eyes that promised you wouldn’t be able to for much longer. His chest ached as he watched you try to crush the panic down and put on a brave face for him. More than anything, he wanted to cup your cheeks and promise you it was okay, and if it wasn’t, it will be. He wanted to fix it so badly, do anything to ensure that you weren’t about to break, so against his better judgment, he spoke, “I heard you say something about seeing him on TV, was it that guy from work–”

“Yes.” You said too quickly, and he tensed, “He’s… uh, just unhinged, and it just unsteadied me a bit.” You nodded, the fib burning your tongue, “I guess the principal saw him last night and he got in trouble…” You sighed, it was exhausting to do this, and you didn’t want to have to do this at all, “I don’t know it just…” You simply couldn’t do it. You couldn’t force any more lies out, you didn’t have it in you to do much other than clasp your hands over your ears and squeeze your eyes shut. 

Everything you’d built for yourself flashed in the blink of an eye. It wasn’t much, but it was yours. In an instant, it could be taken away, and there’s nothing you could really do about it. You weren’t nearly as lethal as you used to be, and judging by the little you’ve heard about the heads of Bangtan, you’re training would pale in comparison to their abilities. It took them no more than a year to dethrone your father, and you had no doubt it would take them no more than a second to end your life. Now, it was no longer a matter of if, but when they were going to catch up to you. 

—

Disgust infiltrated your sorrow as you watched Byunjoo smile lovingly while his wife, Minji, explained how your deaths would go with a little too much “pep in her step” as she would say to you when you were reporting the gruesome details of a job. She was disgusted with you for several reasons, but she was perfectly fine with your father, so it didn’t make sense when he directed just about everything you did. Nevertheless, you sat straight-faced as you heard the plan. Although you weren’t sure what she or your uncle was so proud of, the plan was quite simple. 

You were to burn it all. You were to watch the house you grew up in, the house where you took your first steps, said your first words, and had your first kill, crumble to smithereens with the empire you were supposed to inherit. Something, though, was missing. The list of names of the people who would live to watch the ash and smoke was noticeably… short.

“...Now we will have to get rid of everyone who knows your face, y/n-” Minji explained, that sickening smile on her hot pink lips but the disgust she held for you never left her eyes. You weren’t sure what you did to make her hate you so much, but you hardly cared now that you hated her just as fiercely.

“No.” You immediately spoke, and you could see your father stiffen in the corner of your eye, but you only broke your stare with your aunt when you heard Byungjoo sigh.

He and Minji were the only two that didn’t completely crumble under your unwavering stare, and it was times like these that it irritated you. Byungjoo was the right-hand man to your father, and he was a ruthless man. He loved nothing but money and his treacherous wife, even hated everything but money and his equally soulless wife. One exception, however, was your father, and he only claimed to love you because your father did.

“Y/n, it's for your safety.” Byungjoo explained as if you were a child, as if he spoke to you with any kind of decorum when you were a child, as if you were so easy to pacify when it came to the slaughter of the staff in this house that raised you.

“If you do it, I will throw myself into the fire,” You seethed and Byungjoo chuckled, assuming it was a joke. He always did that. Took your defiance of him as a silly comment or you being a rebellious teen, regardless of the fact that you were about to be 19 and never respected him enough to consider your disagreements rebellions, “I swear on the blood of my father, I will die with those people,” Byungjoo ceased his giggles immediately.

Your father, however, took your death threats seriously off the bat. Byungyeol was not stupid enough to take the little words you spoke as anything other than what you meant. He was the one who taught you not to waste your breath, after all. Truthfully, you weren’t sure if your death would make a difference, but there was that glint in your father’s eyes still that told you he just might care. His dying pride remained intact barely and you, his only child, were his only legacy, a legacy that needed to live on. 

Byungjoo may have been a bumbling idiot, but he could see the resolve in his brother's eyes. Minji had no such tact as she clicked her tongue in distaste, “Y/n-”

“Let it go.” Your father’s voice sounded, startling the couple silent while maintaining sharp eye contact with you, waiting for your gaze to waver even slightly. When you remained headstrong he sighed, “Make the list of who lives, y/n, and they will.” He spoke with a finality you’ve heard countless times before turning to your aunt and uncle, “End of discussion.”

—

You should’ve done it. You should’ve opted to burn. Regret pooled into your senses until it was all you could feel, until the only thing you could see was that beckoning flame, calling your name to come home. 

Just as you could feel the sting of tears behind your lids, you felt him. Two hands slid over yours and rhythmic tapping reverberated throughout your skull from above your ear. You slowly opened your eyes, and Jungkook occupied your line of sight. He did you the grace of looking away. You weren’t sure if it was because of the shameful sight in front of you or if it was because he knew you were embarrassed, but you liked to pretend it was the latter. 

1, 2, 3, 4 

Jungkook swallowed thickly as he listened for your breathing to stabilize. He looked above your head at the clock on the wall and sighed. He was going to be late for his meeting with his team on digging up the whereabouts of the most coveted target. He could easily walk away, but he stayed rooted in his spot, tapping in quartets as he waited patiently for you to calm down. Though he didn’t understand your affinity for the number, and you never disclosed it to him, he was thankful to be observant enough to notice it at times like these. So he watched the seconds tick by as he tapped, pausing for a few seconds in between each grouping, because the thought of leaving you alone like this felt like it would kill him. He already has a hard time sleeping knowing you’re just a few steps away, there’s no way he’d be able to work knowing you were in the throes of an episode. Finally, your breathing was becoming consistently normal until–

“No.” You whispered with something utterly sick to his ears laced in the word. It was fear. You were scared, and he had no idea why. Never in your years of friendship had he seen you truly afraid like this. He looked at you, boundaries be damned, and saw you were fixated on the TV.

Turning his head to see what it was, his entire body froze.

You had left the news on, and on it, Namjoon stared back at you as he conducted a press conference… as head of Bangtan Corporation. It was like your world ceased turning. The pressurized cracks on your life here gave in the moment you looked to Jungkook and realized he saw what frightened you, and you could see the wheels turning on why it could be. No poker faces could be had between you as despair reflected in both of your pupils. You were terrified to discover one of his boyfriends was the head, or at least one of the heads of Bangtan, and he was devastated to find out you knew enough to be afraid. 

It was over, for both of you.

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[kuromiiwonhan]

Bts Fanfic Recommendations PT.2

Readers note: Hi everyone! I decided to make a BTS ff recommendation post finally! After reading so many amazing ff’s  this year, here are the ones that I have put together so far, many more are to come in the future:) A warning I have is that 99.9% of these contain things such as nsfw/smut, dark themes, mature themes, etc. So this post is 18+, I am not your mother so I cannot stop you from what you read, but I am cautioning you before you continue. Also, almost all of these are members x fem!reader. Hope you enjoy and full credit to all of these authors and thank you so much for your amazing hard work!!! Happy reading:)

**ALL RIGHTS GO TO ORIGINAL WRITERS**

A- Angst F-Fluff M- Nsfw/smut/mature *- Favorites

Jimin:

25 and Virgin(M,F) 

Public sex with Jimin(M)

Headrush (it's too sweet) (M) Idol!Jimin x reader

Hands(F)

Heartburn (2) (A)

Taehyung:

 All you want(M,A,F) Rich ceo!kth x rich student!reader  ****

The red means I love you(M,F?) Yandere!Taehyung x Yandere!Reader

Dickless(M,F) 

Fall from grace(M)

Taehyung confessing to an American reader in English(F) Idol!Tae x American!reader

Unnamed(M) Club owner!Taehyung x college girl!reader 

Honey(M,F) Whipped!Tae x reader

Fertile(M)

The elevator(F)

The crown that is ours(M) Prince!Tae x Princess!Reader

Good for me(F,M) Bad Boy Taehyung x Wholesome Reader

Cutest bunny(M) 

Electra heart(M,F,A) Fake dating au

His special(M) College art professor!Tae x art student!y/n

We will always have Paris(F) Idol au

Depravity(M) Yandere!Tae x Yandere!Reader

Rent-a-boyfriend(F,A) Rent-a-Boyfriend!Tae x Reader

Quiet getaway(M,F) 

Puppy Impromptu(M) 

The BBF(M) Brother bestie!Tae x reader

Unnamed(M) Sugar Daddy!Tae x Sugar Baby!Reader

With a brush of Fate Master-List(F,A,M) Idol!Tae x Art student!Reader

Knife Play(M)

Sugar moon(M) Art Student!Tae x reader

Pinch of sugar Master-List(M,F,A) Sugar daddy!Taehyung x sugarbaby!Reader

Boy next door(M) 

Wanna make a movie(M)

Drabble #2(M) Dog Boy!Tae x reader

Jungkook:

Separation Anxiety Series(F,A,M) Game Designer!Jungkook

Unnamed(F,A) BF!Idol!Jungkook x fem!reader

Season of the witch(M,F) Heartbreaker!JK x witch!y/n

Unnamed(F,A) Idol!JK x reader

1:05 AM(M)

Knot today(M) Alpha!JK x virgin omega!reader

Warm hands pt.2(M) College boyfriend!JK x f.reader

Pink Sapphire(A,F)

Unnamed(A,F)

Rebound Mini-series(F,A,M)

Unnamed(M) Yandere!JK x reader

What if I love you too much?(F,A,M) JK x Mom!Reader

Streams and Sheets(M,A,F) Gamer!JK x reader

Phone sex with JK(M)

Yours forever(M) Yan!popular boy JK x shy!fem reader.

Questions and Doubts(M) Dad!JK x f. reader

Bam and Baby Girl(F) Dad!JK x Mom!Reader

Multiple members:

Adore(M) Tae x Reader x Yoongi

Unusual Suspects(M) Tae x Reader x Namjoon (Tae focus)

Just a taste(M) Rapline x Reader

Wanna watch a sex tape(M) Tae x Reader x Jimin

Two-sentence Horror story(M) JK x Reader x Tae

Two in one(M) Hoseok x Reader x JiminDamn the charcuterie board(M) Jimin x Reader x Yoongi

r/n: enjoy everyone!

#kuromiiwonhan bts rec

[vvh0adie]

natural love | index

Status: ongoing | Last Update: Jan. 14, 2023 pairing: rapline x reader | type: series | words: 11.6K | rating: 18+ / M — genre/au: angst | fluff | smut | romance

— persona: urban!bts | country!reader

— dynamics: on posts — warning: specifics provided each part | [gen: overall very fluff and kinky] — a/n: This is a request-based series. UPDATE: This is no longer request based. Its a whenever I feel like it😭 ALSO THIS IS AN ANTHOLOGY

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Yoongi

※ Strawberry Kisses [9.6K] | 18+ | A/F/S/M

Yoongi loves Summer. It’s a time of basking in the sun, feeling the beach breeze, and taking in the crisp scent of his favorite strawberry field during the annual market festival. He goes every year to pick fresh, and he watches from afar as you do the same every year, but he’s never mustered the courage to properly talk to you. Good thing you finally have.

※ The Sweet Shop [2K] | 18+ | F/S/M

Yoongi gets extra clingy and too handsy while whippin’ working in the kitchen. And to Jungkook and Jimin’s dismay.

※ Orange You Glad I Didn’t Forget? [?K] | 18+ | a/F

Your anniversary is coming up and you two are having the hardest time finding the perfect gift.

※ The First of Many [?K] | 18+ | F/S/M

You and Yoongi prepare for your first time.

Hoseok

※ Whipped and Cremed [?K] | 18+ | f/S/M

Yoongi can definitely attest that the countryside was the best thing to happen to him so he thinks it could so Hoseok some good. Hobi’s been feeling low lately and his usual fixes of drugs and sex just don’t do it anymore. So when he meets you, you show him that there’s more to life and he has a chance to do the same. 

#bts smut #yoongi smut #yoongi x reader

[hobicakess]

PLAYING DANGEROUS | bts rapline [m.list]

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

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

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

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

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

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

teaser | one | two | three...

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

[spiceofvy]

BTS Rapline - Reader getting hurt during sex

cws: gender neutral reader, nsfw, comfort, no angst, reader getting hurt, blow jobs (Yoongi)

Yoongi: He was casually fucking your throat, head thrown back against the back of his studio chair, whispering soft praises between his moans. Softly guiding your head up and down his dich while he pets your hair. When all of the sudden close to his orgasm he thrusts up his hips to suddenly making you choke on his cock. It doesn't hurt too bad, but you still cough just a bit. Yoongi feels so bad, petting your hair to console you. Later the two of you can laugh about it though.

Hoseok: It was during one of the sudden position changes that he loved so much. For him there can't be enough positions during one session. The crazier the better. He is just very energetic lover in bed. When suddenly he somehow propelled you off the bed. You just lay there for a couple of seconds, shocked before you start laughing. But he gets so stressed out about it, apologizing a hundred times, checking you over and over to make sure you're not hurt too badly.

Namjoon: i've wrote a whole drabble about that concept for Namjoon check it out here

#smut #kpop smut #x reader #headcanon #bts smut #bts #gender neutral reader #namjoon #namjoon x reader #hoseok x reader #hoseok #rapline x reader #bts rapline #rapline #bts x reader #jhope x reader #suga x reader #rm xreader #rm #jhope #bts headcanons headcanons #male reader #female reader #yoongi x reader #suga

[sailorrlino]

Crown | Teaser | lmh (m)

↣ Pairing: Unseelie!Lee Minho x Half fae!reader

↣ Summary: The prince of the Unseelie Court has a single job: find a suitable marriage to strengthen the ties of his court and to keep the peace of the city. But when he stumbles across you at a bar and feels the thread between you form, Minho knows immediately that he’s found his other half, his mate. When he comes across you again at the ball meant to find his marriage match, disaster ensues and the fight for his crown begins. 

↣  Word Count: 916

↣ Type: Mini Series 

↣ Genre: Urban Fantasy | Soulmates | Angst | 

↣ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately. 

↣ Warnings: Mild mentions of blood/past trauma, angst and bickering, tense conversation, sexual tension, explicit language

↣ A/N: Happy WIP Wednesday! I am so so excited to be writing this after being very intimidated and afraid to write for anyone other than BTS. I've been wanting to write something for Lee Know for a very long time! I hope you enjoy a peek into my chaotic brain and brand of chaos. Also thank you @rapline-heaux for vibe checking this for me and giving me the confidence and support to step out of my comfort zone and write in an unfamiliar fandom space.

Disclaimer: All members of Stray Kids are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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His grip grows tighter as you try to pull away. You grind your teeth and look up at him, ready to pull back cock your fist and let it fly. But you pause when you see the look on his face. You expect the same, dull anger that seems to never leave his face and voice. Instead you see desperation, Minho’s face painted lilac from lights behind you. 

Time becomes imperceptible. His dark eyes reflect the coalescing lights, turning them shades of violet, fuschia, lavender. His gaze is fixed on you and instead of pinched brows and a frown, his eyes are softer. Rounder. His lips are parted, a plea locked just behind them on the tip of his tongue.

Again, you feel awareness sliver through you, the subtle tug toward him. Where his hand grips your wrist tingles, warmth spreading from the contact. This close, you can smell him: clove and honey, making your head dizzy. Not for the first time, you think that there is nothing better than his scent. 

Without thinking much of it, you step closer. You wobble, a little uneven in your shoes and Minho’s other hand shoots to your hip, holding you steady. Base pulses through the floor of the club and up your spine, but it’s Minho who has you buzzing, drowsy, spinning. 

Tilting your head up, you lean a little closer. His eyes are heavy-lidded, focused on your mouth. He pulls your wrist toward him a little, pressing it against his chest. You feel his heartbeat and it becomes the only thing you can hear, a rhythm that beats at the exact same time as yours. 

Two creatures, two hearts, two bodies, one soul. 

Minho’s lips are so close you can smell the honied whiskey on his breath. Your eyes flutter shut for a moment, feeling his breath fan across your face. You just need to tip your mouth upward an inch to press your lips to his. You wonder if his mouth is as soft as it looks, as sweet as his breath smells. You want to try a taste, to close that distaste and press your lips together.

And yet you shouldn’t - can’t - have him. 

You pull your hand away and step back, shattering the spell. For a moment, Minho’s eyes remained shut, face painted in shadows and swirling lights. He is so placid for a single moment that you think you’ll remember his expression of utter peace for the rest of your life.

Then he opens his eyes, and there’s nothing but darkness. His mouth smoothes out and his brows are pulled down, once more the impassive prince. 

“Fine,” he murmurs. “Live the rest of your life in misery. Shouldn’t be much different than it is now, right?” 

“Oh look, he does have claws. Here I was thinking you were entirely emotionless.” His jaw flexes but Minho says nothing else, resorting back to his usual, taciturn self. “Didn’t last long.” 

This time, he doesn’t stop you when you turn on your heel and dive into the crowd of people. Even as you hurry away from him, lost in a sea of bodies, you can feel the thread that connects you to him. Anger thrums down the connection like a sour note plucked on a string instrument. You hate that you can feel his anger as hotly as your own and you move faster, trying to put distance between you. You hate that it’s the only way you know what he’s feeling. 

Outside of the club, the air is sharp. Winter is finally descending on the city in full swing, wind howling down the alleyway and kicking up garbage as it goes. The ground smells wet from the afternoon rain and reeks of piss and beer-filled puddles. 

You walk a few paces into the middle of the alley, hugging yourself and running your palms up and down your arms for warmth. Rage alone nearly fights off the cold as you scowl and curse under your breath. Minho makes you so angry and you barely know him. You hate the way his silent frown sends you into a fury and the way he has a logical answer for everything. 

Trying to imagine a life where love and companionship is dictated by rules, logic and schedules sounds worse than experiencing any physical pain being away from him can cause. Your father is evidence enough that sometimes having a mate is worse than death. 

Something skitters behind the dumpster a few yards away from you. Your head snaps in the direction of the sound, eyes narrowing. There are no safety lights on the sides of the building, bulbs broken or burned out. You can’t imagine they’ve been replaced in the last decade. The dumpster is near the dead end, tucked against the wall under a fire escape to the apartment above. 

A soft clicking sound makes you lean forward and narrow your eyes. You can just make out the shape of something, you think. A blob of darkness that is darker than the shade cast by the lack of light. You take a step forward and you feel it then, the dull whir of energy that skitters across your skin. 

Panic seizes your heart. You’d remember that otherworldly feeling from anywhere, memories of screaming and wet-hot blood splattering across skin playing through your mind as you take a single step backward. There is a soft chitchitchit of the creature's teeth and you freeze. 

This is surely how you’ll die.

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In regards to a 3 strikes sequel!

Hello my lovely readers, if you’re a person who has read and enjoyed my story 3 Strikes please take a moment to read this post!!

3 Strikes is definitely my most popular story and I am super proud of it! I am very glad that so many of you love it and I’ve gotten messages saying you’ve gone back to re read it too which honestly makes me soooo happy. That’s a very great honor as a writer.

That being said, I wanna level with you guys (especially those asking for a sequel or bonus). I don’t see that happening anytime soon. To be honest, I only had the idea for 3 strikes because of a tweet I saw which roughly followed the “meeting x strangers separately and then getting all of them at the end” format, and it was genuinely quite difficult to write it.

I see everyone asking for sequels, and I understand that you loved it so much that you want more, but here is my roadblock/confession.

It would be near impossible for me to write something like 3 Strikes again because the format is SO formulaic. There are only so many ways you can have a character meet sexy strangers in a bar before it gets super repetitive. I understand that y’all liked this formula a LOT but it’s one that I can’t repeat in good conscious as a writer. It’s frankly lazy writing for me to repurpose the plot with other members or something. If you’re a person who simply enjoys reading poly BTS fics, and that’s what you’re craving more of, I did just post a rapline x reader fic that will likely satisfy you as much as 3 strikes did.

And I know you’re saying “But Sara, there’s other ways to write a sequel to 3 Strikes!!!”

You’re absolutely correct, and I understand that some of you who ask for this are simply looking for an extension of the little relationship you saw between the maknae line and the reader, and to you I say this: please send me SPECIFIC ideas of what you would want in a sequel.

I work best when I have a rough plot or something to inspire me, and I honestly haven’t come up with anything that would fit their timeline and characterization well enough yet. I feel like a lot of what you guys valued from 3 Strikes was the plot/format that lends itself to a one time story, which is why I never intended to write a sequel.

I love that you guys loved 3 strikes so much and the feedback really means a lot to me, so I’m not against a sequel but I am also not running to write one at the moment. I appreciate your understanding, as being a writer can prove tough when inspiration doesn’t always present itself. Thanks guys 🫶

#hopefully this makes sense??? #idk man #3 Strikes

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Moonlight Reign Ch.1

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

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

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Pairing: Yandere! Mafia! BTS x Reader

Words: 5.7k

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

“It’s time to go now.” 

1, 2, 3, 4

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

1, 2, 3, 4

“It’s… so red…”

1, 2, 3, 4

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

1, 2, 3, 4

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

1, 2- SHUT UP

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The camera changed and you finally blinked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not unless you could be used as currency. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You didn't scream, yell, or cry. 

At least you hadn't, yet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“None of your concern,” He clipped.

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

He sighed, “My name is Namjoon-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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