yoongi x reader (oc)
genre: angst; fluff
word count: 3.6K
a/n: Hi lovelies! Here’s part 2 to “I’m not walking out on you” in which Yoongi and reader/Kid get into a pretty major fight. This takes place that same night and the next day. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading! :))
Sleep doesn’t come too easy for those with the weight of two aching hearts inside their chest. The throbbing of your own heart, you could handle. But knowing you were the cause of your lover’s pain sat heavy in your mind. The look of regret, hurt, defeat that was etched across Yoongi’s features was impossible to shake, hovering over you like a sleep paralysis demon of your own creation.
Your tears had stopped since you shut yourself away in your bedroom, but the regret was all the more deep and unsettling. At the sound of the washing machine beeping on the other side of the door, you rolled onto your side, facing the wooden barrier that kept you from Yoongi. You were so sick of walls, but it was all that you knew.
Lifting yourself from the mattress, you began tiptoeing across the room to move the bedding to the dryer. You couldn’t sleep anyway. However, when you carefully pulled the door open, not wanting to alert your boyfriend of your activity, you were stopped in your tracks, the air leaving your lungs as you remained completely still. Peeking through the slightly ajar door, you watched as Yoongi transferred the sheets from the washing machine to the dryer.
He didn’t hear the door open, appearing oblivious to your presence. And perhaps that was why he wasn’t more careful in concealing the sniffle that sounded in the hallway, the small fragile sound stabbing your heart. When he raised his arm to his face, using the sleeve of his hoodie to wipe across his cheek, there was no mistaking the emotional state of the man. Yoongi was crying, and it was your fault.
Feeling as though you were going to be sick, you quickly but quietly shut the door, hiding away behind the barrier once again. You should have stepped into the hallway and faced the man you loved, but your cowardice always seemed to win. Instead, you stood frozen, your back pressed against the wood, your jaw clenched, and your eyes filling with tears once again.
If only you had known that the click of the latch registered in Yoongi’s ears, the man turning to see the door closed. However, he knew you were just on the other side, he could feel your presence. Yoongi had stepped toward the door, raising his arm and nearly knocking before deciding against it. Maybe you wanted space, maybe you didn’t want to see him. Sighing, he started the dryer before returning to the couch, all while you leaned against the door wishing you had the courage to step outside.
As you remained restless in bed, you couldn’t help but think about how you had ambushed Yoongi. You could tell that as far as he knew, you and him didn’t have any issues. Replaying the fight in your head, the interaction with him earlier in his studio, the past couple weeks, you realized he was completely oblivious to how you had been feeling. How could the fight ever be fair if he had no indication of any problems? And to bring up his mistake from nearly a year ago that you knew he regretted, whether it still hurt you or not, was cruel.
You left him defenseless; the man who always lowered his defenses when it came to you.
Curiosity and your undeniable pull to Yoongi getting the best of you, you found yourself in the hallway, headed toward the living room where he was sleeping for the night. With how still everything in the apartment was, you worried for just a moment that maybe he had actually left, despite his promise not to walk out on you. You wouldn’t even blame him if he did. However, you caught a glimpse of the messy hair that sat atop his head where he rested against the arm of the sofa, once again reminding you of how foolish your misguided accusations were. Of course he didn’t leave.
Stepping closer to him, you carefully peeked over the top of the sofa to see him lying on his back, his mouth slightly ajar as he slept, his arms folded across his body as though he was trying to secure as much warmth as he could. More than ever you were regretting the fight, wishing you could wrap your arms around him and let him use up all the body warmth you had to offer.
You were surprised to find him sleeping so soundly, as he usually couldn’t find slumber when his mind was busy processing stress or conflict. His exhausted state made you feel even more guilty as you realized how little you took his current workload into consideration when targeting your attacks at him. And that’s when you realized that even more than you expected him to be late for your date that night, you wanted him to be. Because then it would validate your anger without you having to discuss how you had been feeling. It was a fix all, a get out of jail free card; finally release the anger that had been building up over the past two weeks and then move on. What you didn’t consider was the casualty you turned your boyfriend into. Nor did you expect the insecurity you still felt from the start of your relationship to surface. There was a time, one single time, when you didn’t find Yoongi asleep on your couch after a fight.
But he was there now. And you needed to find a way to let go of the past, forgive, and move forward together.
Lost in your thoughts and revelations, you were suddenly pulled back into the present moment when the dryer beeped to signal it had completed its cycle. Jumping in start, your eyes widened as you stared at Yoongi, hoping he wouldn’t wake up and catch you watching him. Frozen for just a few seconds, you waited for any sign of consciousness before quickly backing away and heading for the dryer.
Reaching into the machine, your arms were shrouded with the warmth of freshly dried blankets. Glancing over your shoulder at the sofa, you pouted, remembering how cold Yoongi looked. Without a second thought, you found yourself approaching Yoongi once more, comforter in hand. Stopping in front of the couch, you peered down at him and prepared to drape the warm blanket over him.
However, you spotted one of his yellow notepads stuck between his arm and abdomen, full of words that he must have scribbled down before falling asleep. It was lyrics, no doubt, and normally you would have read over the words with great curiosity and appreciation for Yoongi’s lyrical talent. But with the previous events of your evening with Yoongi, you felt as though that would be an invasion of privacy. Or maybe you were worried you would find harsh words about yourself, though realistically you doubted it. Whatever the reason, you gently tugged on the notepad, freeing it of his grasp before setting it aside on the coffee table, along with the pen that rolled onto his stomach.
As carefully as you could, you set the blanket over his frame, tucking it in just slightly around him, not wanting to wake the man. Satisfied with your work, you stepped back and glanced at his features, ensuring his eyes were still shut, his mouth still open signaling a deep sleep.
His cheeks were so soft and plush, his facial structure so delicate. You could stare at him for ages but you worried the unspoken love and regret that was screaming within your heart and mind would wake him. But for just a moment longer, you inspected his features, appreciating the soft gentleness that was always so present within them. If only you could be more like him. You were certain the world would be so much kinder, considerate, and serene if more people could embody the stunning nature that was your boyfriend. Yoongi had never once lashed out against you in the way that came so naturally to you. You wondered if he knew how much you appreciated that about him. Even when angry, he was always so gentle.
Sighing, you forced yourself to leave him to sleep, returning to your room where you would continue to ruminate on the mistakes that you wish you could take back.
You didn’t know at what point you had finally succumbed to sleep but you did know that Yoongi was the only thing on your mind when you slipped into a state of slumber. Consciousness came slow at first, your mind hazy as you took your time piecing together the elements of the new morning. And then it came fast, anxiety crashing through you as you recalled the events of the previous night and realized you’d have to face Yoongi.
The sound of rummaging from outside the room alerted you that your boyfriend was awake and moving around. A part of you wanted to stay locked away, safe within the walls of your bedroom. But a larger part knew you had to emerge and try to fix the damage you had caused. Instinct and habit were battling it out with growth and trust, and you knew which you had to choose.
Emerging from your self-made cell, you sheepishly made your way toward the kitchen where the sounds of action were coming from. The smell of food cooking suddenly flooded your nostrils and when you turned into the kitchen, you found Yoongi standing at the stove as he prepared breakfast, two awaiting plates set to the side. Why was he cooking for you?
As you entered his peripheral, he turned to you, his eyes wide, his features as gentle as ever. The tension was palpable, but the slight upturn of Yoongi’s mouth helped to cut it just slightly.
“Thanks for the blanket,” he spoke to you, your heart racing at the minor interaction. Nodding at him, he returned his gaze back down to the contents within the frying pan. “Did you sleep ok?”
Scrutinizing him slightly, you stared at him as he tossed around the egg mixture, his eyes not lifting as he patiently waited for your response. “Not really,” you admitted quietly, Yoongi’s sweet orbs meeting yours once again. How could he look at you with so much understanding after last night? He should be angry and bitter, lecturing you on your behavior.
The man silently turned to the coffee pot, filling one of your mugs before adding some milk and sugar, fixing it just how you liked it. The simple gesture had tears pricking your eyes because after everything, he was still caring for you. Because he wanted to.
Walking toward you, he held the steaming ceramic cup out to you, forcing a small smile of gratitude from you. “Thanks,” you whispered as you took the coffee from him, holding back tears that Yoongi immediately noticed.
“Kid,” he whispered with a frown just as you directed your misty eyes to the contents of the mug, suddenly finding the tan coloring of the liquid fascinating. “Hey,” he called for your attention.
“I’m sorry,” you mumbled childishly. “I don’t know how to do this, I don’t know how to-” you cut yourself off as a tear fell to your thumb, your hand wrapped around the warm mug. “Why are you being so nice to me?”
“What do you mean?” Yoongi asked, stepping toward you and placing a hand to the back of your head. He dipped his face into your eye line, forcing you to meet his gaze. “I love you.”
The three words served as a reminder and an explanation, as if his love for you meant he wouldn’t want to treat you with anything but kindness. And that was new. Foreign. And overwhelming.
When he leaned forward to press his lips to your forehead, it all felt even more confusing but you were grateful. Grateful for the respect and compassion he dedicated to you, even when you didn’t feel deserving.
“You don’t know how to do what?” He asked softly, his lips ghosting over your skin.
Pulling away from you, he looked into your eyes. Yoongi was someone who was always a bit awkward with eye contact, struggling to maintain it for too long even with you, and that’s when you realized how hard he was trying to break through your walls. The man was pushing himself outside of his comfort zone in hopes of pulling you out of yours, so you could fall into him like a safety net. He wanted to be that for you.
“You’re supposed to be mad at me or giving me the silent treatment or something and I just-” you shrugged as Yoongi’s eyebrows pulled together as though he was studying you. “It feels like you’ve already forgiven me and I don’t know how to do this without the anger or feeling like I have to grovel for your love.”
The man shook his head instantly, a pout forming on his pretty lips. “You never have to grovel for my love, who taught you that, Kid?” He asked sadly, his empathy washing over you and your past. “I just love you,” he told you for the second time that morning. And as your heart pounded against your chest, Yoongi’s hand found your lower back. “We do this by talking about it. With understanding and accountability. So will you sit at the island and talk to me while I finish cooking us breakfast?”
You had never had a safe place to land, making you believe you were meant to fly, never staying in one place for too long. But Yoongi was giving you that place to land, to rest, to find shelter. Nodding at him, he gave you a small close mouthed smile, one of those ones that pushed his soft cheeks up in just the way you loved. His hand slowly dragged around to your side before sliding off your hip as he headed back to the stove. And you followed, taking a place on one of the stools, setting your mug on the island as you watched Yoongi appreciatively.
“I’m sorry for leaving in the past,” he started, your eyes popping wide open, not expecting for him to initiate the conversation there. “I’m sorry for not fighting for you, and I’m sorry that still looms over you. I had hoped that you were able to move past it but I understand the impact it made and the precedent it set.”
“I wasn’t holding it over you,” you interjected, not wanting him to think that you were hanging onto his mistakes to use against him. “I didn’t even know it still hur-” you cut yourself off, feeling guilty for bringing the word hurt into the discussion.
“It hurts you, Kid,” he looked up from the pan as he spoke. “You can say that.”
“It’s just when that happened it reaffirmed at the time everything I knew to be true about love, you know? Like, it’s fleeting and within an instant it can be removed,” you explained.
“I understand,” he nodded. “And you shouldn’t feel guilty for being affected by my actions.”
“The same can be said for you,” you pointed out, a small smile curving on Yoongi’s lips.
“Touché ,” he lightheartedly commented, making you smile in return. “But you were feeling rejected, Kid. That is on me.”
“No, because I never vocalized anything,” you disagreed.
“I should have known,” he mumbled, expressing disappointment in himself.
“Are you a mind reader?” You asked him, making him stop his inward spiral as he stared at you. “I should have told you so much sooner how I was feeling. I didn’t. That was immature of me.”
Taking a moment to think, the man shook his head at himself. “I still should have never made you feel rejected,” he said, defeat evident in his tone.
“Yoongi,” you sighed. “Baby, sometimes I worry that you make so few mistakes in our relationship that you get this standard of perfection thrown on you, and that’s not realistic. You’re going to fuck up, I’m going to fuck up, I don’t want it to be the end of the world when that happens.”
Stunned by your words, he stared at you with widened eyes, his jaw slightly opened, appearing almost frozen in place. Closing his mouth, he cleared his throat before wetting his lips just slightly, his tongue lingering in the corner of his mouth as he sorted through his thoughts.
“I just don’t want to hurt you,” he admitted softly, your lips forming into a pout as tears formed in your eyes.
“I know that,” you assured him. “Yoon, we had one of our biggest fights last night where I gave you my worst and since then I’ve caught you finishing my laundry and cooking me fucking breakfast, and you’ve been nothing but sweet to me, and- do you know how incredible that is? How much that means to me?”
Yoongi blinked quickly, an attempt to conceal the tears that had bubbled in his own eyes. You were certain that a conflict as big as the one you and Yoongi had found yourselves in should be harder to fix. There should be more conversation, more pleading, more tears, more fighting. But he presented you with a safety net, and you found yourself breaking through your own walls and falling into it.
“I love you,” you told him, wanting to assure him the way he did you.
Sighing, he stared at you, gratitude shimmering in his orbs. “Can you forgive me for the past?”
“I already did,” you told him sincerely. And you had. “It’s just a process, you know, unlearning what I thought love was and relearning it as, this,” you gestured between yourself and Yoongi. “I have to accept that this is how you love me and that you’re not going anywhere.” Shrugging at him, you huffed. “Insecurities work their way in but I trust you, Yoongi.”
“I’m still sorry. For the past, and for making you feel rejected,” he told you, making you glare at the man.
“I accept your apology, and it’s ok. But I don’t want you living in a constant state of apology, I won’t allow it,” you told him sternly.
The comment drew a breathy chuckle out of the man, Yoongi’s small gummy smile pushing out the remaining tension, and effectively filling your lungs with air.
“I’m sorry for being immature and blowing up,” you told him. “And for bringing up past shit and being mean and not vocalizing my concerns and-”
“Hey,” he smiled sweetly. “It’s all ok. Really, Kid, we’re ok.”
Nodding at him, you sighed in relief. You were still left with some remaining guilt over the fight, which you’d be making up for whether he wanted you to or not. But you felt a sense of closure to last night, the past two weeks, and the fight that nearly ended your relationship before it could truly start almost a year ago.
As Yoongi broke away from the conversation to place the finished food onto the plates, you glanced to the side of the island, noticing the yellow notepad that sat with the first page folded over the top binding. More words were scribbled than last night, indicating that Yoongi had woken up and finished jotting down lyrics before you emerged from your room.
“Did you read them?” Yoongi’s voice cut through your thoughts as he appeared beside you, setting a plate in front of you. Looking up from the notepad to meet his gaze, you shook your head.
“I didn’t feel like I had the right,” you told him, Yoongi pulling his eyebrows together in scrutiny. “Plus it was dark in there, my eyes aren’t that good,” you joked.
“Yeah you’re blind,” he humorously deadpanned.
“I am,” you easily agreed.
“You could have read them,” he returned to the original topic as he gently dug his fingers through your slept-on hair, massaging the roots sweetly. “It’s about you.”
“A new cypher verse?” You teased, eliciting a chuckle from the man as his shoulders shook adorably.
“You’ll have to do a lot more to earn yourself a cypher verse, Kid.”
Shooting him a glare with your eyebrow raised, you smirked. “Is that a challenge?”
“No,” he shook his head, leaning down toward you. “It’s not,” he whispered just before his lips met yours, kissing you softly. Your hand found his waist, wanting to hold some piece of him as you kissed him back, pouring forgiveness and love into the act.
When he pulled away, a stupidly cute gummy grin directed to you, you couldn’t help but return the smile, a small giggle slipping from your lips. “Don’t ever write a cypher about me, I’ll cry,” you told him jokingly. “Even when I’m mean,” you added with a forced pout, Yoongi smiling just before placing a peck to your mouth once more.
“You call that mean?” He asked as he pulled away and sat down in the stool next to you. “You’re gonna have to do much better than that, I’m Min Yoongi.”
“He says Min Yoongi as if that’s not synonymous with a honey boy,” you teased as you took a bite of your food, immediately moaning at the taste. Yoongi pulled a disgusted expression at your dramatized reaction to the food, making you giggle.
“I’m your honey boy. That hasn’t changed,” he pointed out just as he took a bite himself.
And as you stared at him with a dumb smile, your eyes holding all of the love in the world, you felt excitement and gratitude that you’d get to shower him in all that love and affection for as long as he’d let you. And if that morning was any indication, he’d be letting you for your entire lives.
BTS Reaction ¦¦ You Have A Strength Kink [Request]
WARNING MATURE THEMES
A/N: I hope that this is okay for you hunny! I’ve never written for a strength kink so I did my best 🥰💕
Jin smirked pressing you down against the bed so you couldn't move underneath him and you gasped. Looking at him with wide eyes that were filled with excitement. The squirming you always did was a way to get Jin to finally hold you down, using the strength you knew he had inside of him.
"You like this?" He chuckled running his hands down your sides and smirking wider as he noticed how much you clearly enjoyed being held still by him. Hips bucking a little as you nodded your head violently. Never wanting this movement to end as Jin’s smirk seemed to double in size.
"Struggle again baby, you can struggle all you want...I got you." The moment he let go of your hands you wrapped them around the back of his neck and kissed him deeply, dragging him closer to you and squirming beneath him once again so that he would hold you still.
As soon as Yoongi noticed how much you seemed to be turned on by his strength he began going to the gym more. Spending a lot of his time building his strength up so that he could turn you on more and more.
"You've been going a lot more," You whispered kissing Yoongi as he looked down at you on the bed, your wrists pinned by your sides as he smirked at you.
"I always aim to please baby," He chuckled darkly sending a shiver down your spine as you watched him, you had no idea Yoongi knew about your strength kink and he wasn't going to tell you he knew yet either.
Hoseok instantly began taking you to the Gym with him. He knew how much it turned you on to watch him working out and it made for interesting showers once he was finished working out.
"Baby, relax someone could walk in." He chuckled kissing you softly as you pulled at his shirt, whimpering knowing that he was teasing you. No one could come in because the door was locked,
"Just...Please Hobi," You whimpered, pulling your own shirt off as he smirked at you, pulling off his shirt and shorts and carrying you toward the showers.
It was no secret that Namjoon had been going to the gym more often and it drove you insane. Your head racing with all of the thoughts you wanted him to do to you. The one thing you wanted him to do was hold you against the wall and fuck you, all you wanted was him holding you. Using his strength with you, you craved it.
"Hold me against the wall." You repeated as Namjoon smirked at you, lifting you up carefully and placing your back against the wall.
"Wrap your legs around me then," He smirked a little as you wrapped your legs around his waist, drawing his body closer.
"Good girl." He breathed out, kissing you deeply as he continued to hold you up.
Gasping you looked at Jimin as he smirked at you. Your hands pinned above your head and his body trapping you between him and the wall behind you.
"Look at that. As soon as I use my strength you go all bright-eyed." He chuckled smirking as you wiggled aginst him only to stop as he applied a little more pressure to you. Lip caught between your teeth as you waited for him to do something else to you.
"You like it? You like when I manhandle you?" You nodded without speaking a word, too afraid that speaking would ruin the moment and you never wanted this moment to end.
"Hmm, my little dove has a strength kink? How adorable." His voice came out a little deeper as he pushed you against the wall again, kissing and sucking on your exposed skin.
Tae was turned on by the thought of his strength turning you on. Enjoying the way you would do nothing but stare at his arms or beg for him to throw you around.
"You like this don't you?" He chuckled as he pushed you down against the bed and ground his hips down against yours.
"You like the way I can throw you around, hold you down or up against a wall." You hummed at him, nodding your head desperately as he smirked.
"You get so needy and whiney baby, it's so fucking hot." He moaned out, running his hands down your hips and pushing them down against the mattress.
"So fucking hot." He chuckled once more.
The moment Jungkook found out that you had a strength kink he would do everything in his power to walk around shirtless. At home, at the dorms, wherever you were with him he would try and somehow be shirtless or show off his muscles for you to see.
"Like what you see babe?" He questioned as you walked into the dorm kitchen to see him shirtless, yet again for the fifth time that morning.
"Jungkook! Shirt!" Yoongi yelled as he walked past the door making you giggle as Jungkook turned a slightly pink colour, trapping your body between his and the wall.
"But you like it, don't you?" There was a slight hint of insecurity in his voice so you kisses his lips softly,
"I do baby, I really." You breathed running your fingers over his biceps and down to his abs, smirking as you slipped out from underneath him and headed for his bedroom.
a/n: i wrote this the other day when i saw these photos and then i forgot to post it lol
You sit on top of your suitcase with a huff, the few last-minute items that you had added making the luggage just too full to zip shut. You would get it though, that extra sweater was coming if it was the last thing you did.
“Is it a little full?” Jimin prompts, rounding the corner from the hallway to stand in the doorway of the bedroom. You hear him laugh at you as you struggle to close the zipper, exerting way more energy than you cared to admit.
“I may have packed too much,” you joke, finally succeeding in closing the zipper, brushing the hair off your forehead and letting out a small sigh.
“Really?” he teases, pushing off the wall and walking towards you, helping you pick the heavy luggage off the floor, forever the gentleman. You let out another sigh as he props up the suitcase and rolls it to the door.
It's then that you get a good look at him since he's finished getting ready. He's in black from head to toe, the Louis Vuitton sweatshirt he had been so excited about getting and the one of his favorite pairs of jeans. His hair is pushed back into a hat, long enough that it sticks out at his neck.
He looks fucking hot.
“You okay?” you hear him cut through the daydreaming, his eyebrow raising with a smile.
You let out a small hum, chewing on your lip as you step closer to him. There's a reply on the tip of your, but you're not quite done taking him in yet. His face is covered in confusion at your silence, gaze dropping to admire the outfit once again.
“Do we have to leave right now?” you question finally, closing the distance between him and you and resting your palms against his waist.
He lets out a laugh, realization hitting him all at once. “Yeah, baby,” he answers, resting his fingers under your chin and lifting your gaze. “We really do need to leave right now,” he insists, “otherwise we'll be late.” He leans down to press a kiss against the bridge of your nose, and then another on the corner of your mouth.
“But, like,” you continue, squeezing his waist, “how late?” You trail your hands down to the hem of his shirt, tucking your fingers under the fabric and looping them through the whole of his belt loops. You use your new hold on him to your advantage, pulling him flush against you, his chest pressed against yours. You can't stop, you know if Jimin says you'll be late it's probably not just late, but really late.
“Y/n…” he warns, his voice just a little serious, though he makes no attempt to move away, his hands grabbing onto your triceps.
“We don't even have, like,” you persist, “ten minutes?” You push slightly closer to settle your lips against the column of his neck, your mouth pressing light, and then not so light, kisses against the mouth.
He lets out a sigh, tilting his head slightly to allow your lips to work more easily against the skin. He trails his hands to your waist, his tight grip contradicting his words. You think he's caved, that you'll get what to you want and he'll press you into the mattress, or maybe against the wall, or the desk, or the-
“Baby,” he insists one more time, using his newfound hold on your torso to push you further away, effectively removing your mouth from him. “We really do not have time. I'm sure the guys are already waiting.”
You pull your hands from his waistband, grabbing his hand from your waist to press a chaste kiss against his palm. “Fine,” you resign with a pout. “But next time you're gonna look like this,” you pause, looking at his outfit again, “we better not be running late.”
On second thought, it seems you might not be as cold-resistant as you imagined. It turns out clothing plays a major part when trying to survive in cold conditions. And thinking back to those nights in your youth where you slept on the streets, you did have fairly thick clothes on, and strategically placed sheets of metal around as a windbreaker cubby. And that tin can fire you made was perfect for stopping your fingers and toes from turning numb, blue and then falling off.
But here, there's nothing. You're completely naked, completely isolated and exposed, and you're laying on tiles that are just getting colder and more fridgid by the second.
Through the windowed wall, the dim moonlight is giving you a view of an analog clock hanging by the bedroom door. One that is painstakingly keeping you informed of every single minute that passes.
It's 7:22 am. That is over 10 hours that you have been convulsing in harsh polar conditions.
Huge blusters of wind keep storming into the room. All the previous heat has been sucked out, and replaced by freezing air that is so sharp it's hurting to inhale. For a brief while you attempted to maintain a steady body temperature by doing push-ups, sit-ups and every other kind of exercise that you can manage with the limited space this chain is giving you. But after 45 minutes you were exhausted, and only making yourself sweat, which seemed to just make the biting gales even more vicious.
Through the night you have been so desperate to sleep. To close your eyes and open them on the other side of this. Each time you begin to drift though, the snapping icicle feeling is too severe and it wakes you up. The most you have gotten is about 18 minutes but you were woken up being drenched by a shower of rain that had been blown in.
You just want to sleep! You just want to be warm. This is torture!
You're sure this bastard is going to give you hypothermia! You don't know how long a person can spend in these sorts of temperatures without becoming a Popsicle. But you're sure you're approaching the limit.
The sound of the door opening draws your attention. Rolling to your side, the fresh tiles sting with their chilled bite. Your muscles staggering, you lift yourself into a sitting position, seeing Taehyung waltz in looking rested and warm.
"How did you sleep?" He asks sardonically.
"Fuck you! Get me out of these things!" You spit at him, glaring with heavy tired eyes.
He clicks his tongue, rounding on his heels. "Well. I can see that you're in no mood to talk. I'll come back later when you are in a more receptive mood." He leaves with an over the shoulder glance, amusement on his face.
"What!?" you scream after him. He isn't going to leave you here? He can't! "No! Come back!"
The collar kicks on. The sharp brutal pain ripping through you, leaving you groaning on your back as you wait overwrought for it to end.
"Jimin!" There is no response for the fourth time. "Jimin!" You're not sure why you're calling for him. You don't even know if he is in the house, let alone why he would help you. After 20 minutes or so you give in, slumping back into your pained shivering.
You had been trying to find something positive to cling to. For whatever reason you were under the illusion that come daytime this misery would get easier, the sun being your ally. But the sky is filled with a thick grey blanket of clouds and there hasn't been the slightest moment of sun the entire day, only hours upon hours of rain and wind.
Not only are you exhausted and sore from the continued tremors, but your head is still hammering from when this stupid collar was attached. Your entire body is in pain to the point where you might throw up. Then again, you've been feeling so violently sick due to everything for the past several hours already, that if it was going to happen, you're sure it would have already.
With a delicate mouse-like quietness Jimin opens the door, peering around it. Like he wants to come in but is not allowed to.
"Jimin! Man, I need to use the bathroom! Let me go so I can go pee. Please."
You haven't eaten in over 24 hours and the only thing you drank you're sure you sweated out, but still, you're busting to use the bathroom. And assuming the Elite arrives home same time as yesterday you're still at least three hours from being released.
The tepid boy takes your pleas as a petition to enter, keeping his eyes down as he comes closer. "I'm sorry. I can't."
"Look, I promise I will come and sit straight back down here. Just let me out and I'll come back." You don't know if you even believe your own words, but right now you'll say anything. You're in so much discomfort and all of the other elements on top of it, you're rabid to be let free. "Taehyung never needs to know. I won't tell him. You won't tell him. Please just let me go to the bathroom."
With sympathy flashing in his eyes he steps forward onto the lower platform. His forehead wrinkled, he begins chewing his thumbnail. "Miss please, I can't."
There is something off about the way he's walking. Not something from before, something new. He's limping, but obviously trying to hide it. His movements are unnatural and forced.
"Are- are you okay?"
He shakes his head, opening his mouth for a second, thinking of a beginning to a sentence he decides not to say. Then in the same monotonous tone he had used before he explains, "Master Kim punished me for displeasing him. This is no more than I deserve."
The image of Taehyung giving Jimin that uncomfortable look as you said his full name, springs into your mind.
There is no way he would have gotten punished because of that. But if he did, that means that it was your fault again.
Your spirit drops.
You're certain if you continue to argue with this guy, you could have him unlock you and you could be free from this cold and discomfort for a few hours, at least until Taehyung returns. But the Elite is an unjust bastard. And even if you get yourself locked back up before he returns, you're worried Jimin might tell him anyway.
I can't do that to him. You can't let him get hurt because of you.
"Oh, okay. Never mind then." you dismiss him abruptly, unable to think of a way to wrap up the topic. "I'll wait until he gets home. Do you know when that might be?" The pressing on your full bladder becoming a demanding issue, you can't help but ask but are determined not to push it further like you did with the name issue.
To your relief Jimin replies of his own volition, giving you the idea that this information is freely available. "Usually between 7:00 to 7:30 PM, Miss."
Okay, only 2 and a half to 3 hours. You just have to keep your mind off of this. You can do that.
Oh god, oh god, oh god.
Any moment now. Any moment. It's 7:16 PM.
You're pretty certain that your bladder is going to explode. Although, if you were still trying relentlessly to stay positive, you could say that things are, for the moment, looking up. In the sense that your need to pee is so substantial that it's sufficiently distracting you from the intolerable cold. And your headache has faded considerably, down to only a dull thud, your ears no longer ringing. So, yeah. It's looking up.
But also, "Oh my fucking God, where is he!" you scream into the emptiness of the room, rocking back and forth, your legs extended out intertwined with each other, the pressure reaching the point where this is literally the only thing you can do to keep from imploding.
"Is something wrong, pet?" Taehyung caws, entering the frigid room.
Fuck you asshole are the first words that pop into your head, but you have to keep yourself in check or you're going to die.
"Can I please use the bathroom?" It's a strain to behave deferentially. But you maintain some composure, your tightly curled toes harbouring all of your irritation.
"Are you going to obey?" He leans into the wall, his smirking eyes staring down at you. Right now you couldn't care less about your nakedness though. With a stiff nod, you try intently to stop any aggressive expressions from showing on your face. "Good. Then do what I told you. Make yourself cum."
You can feel your eye twitch, but you reign it in, keeping a civil face and tongue.
"Okay, I will. But I am not going to be able to without first using the restroom. 2 minutes that's it, then I promise I will come straight back." you bargain.
With a slight nod, he signals his agreement. Pressing his hand to the lock on the chain, it falls away from the collar. In a minute you're going to have to obsess over how the fuck he removed that so easily after you've been fiddling with it for hours. But first,
Attempting to seem collected, you slowly stand rushing through the room, your limbs numb and rigid. Shutting the door of the bathroom you twist the lock, sealing yourself in for the moment. Knowing he is right outside you turn the shower on trying to make noise so you can comfortably pee.
And finally, you get some relief, "Oh thank god." you whisper to yourself. Never had you thought you would be so relieved to have such a basic need filled.
Sighing, you rest back on the toilet seat giving yourself a moment to enjoy this slightly warmer room, thawing your extremities. Steam is starting to cover the mirror, the shower warming the room significantly. Standing, you don't flush the toilet, hopefully giving the impression that you're still using it. Instead, you slink into the shower recess, the warmth on your frozen body creating a painful stabbing feeling throughout. But you press on, drifting further under the wash of warm water cascading down your body, wetting your hair and covering you head-to-toe in a painful yet soothing euphoric feeling.
The much-missed heat quickly bringing out the tiredness that you have been trying to refute for the day. Wanting to not drive yourself insane with the prospect of sleep from it being seemingly unobtainable with the elements raging around you. Sitting on the shower floor cross-legged enjoying the warm waterfall down your back, the stinging pain resides. Closing your eyes, your body relaxes, being able to feel a moment of contentment for the first time in 24 hours.
24 hours. You've only been here a day. One long ass day.
"Open the door." The Elite orders, a calm threat in his tone. Rudely interrupting your relaxation. You guess he figured out you weren't just peeing. Damn, and you were being so quiet too.
But... the door is locked. He isn't exactly getting in here. You keep your eyes closed revelling in the tiny victory, relishing the heat.
"Pet, you have three seconds to open the door." This time the threat is much closer to the surface. Still you remain silent.
I'm not allowed to say no, so there is nothing else to say. You smirk in thought.
It's not like he is going to break down his own door. And even if he does, you'll claim ignorance. It's hard to hear under the running water.
There is a mighty crack to the left of you, the door splitting in half. The top folded over, it hangs inside the room. Taehyung removes the rest of the door by grabbing the inside and one-handedly ripping it back, pulling it off the hinges and tossing it behind him like it was made of foam.
Okay, yeah. He is a hell of a lot stronger than you assumed.
He storms in, his poised and calm expression being conflicted by his aggressive actions. You don't move as he approaches. He just pulled a door off the wall like it was nothing, so there's not much you can do. With a solid grip, he grabs your wrist tearing you to your feet he drags you over the broken remains of the door back into the icy bedroom.
"What are you doing?!" you yelp at him.
"I warned you."
"Warned me of what? What are you talking about?" you play ignorant. But he doesn't play back, throwing you to the ground, fastening the chain to the collar once again. "Hey! What is your problem."
His blazer is wet from the splashback. He removes it throwing it on the bed. It's soaked through to his white collared button-up shirt and he removes that also.
Stalking forward he hovers over you, bare-chested, denim jeans sitting low on his hips, showing off his square frame and hard chest. Seeming a little more intimidating now that you know what he is capable of.
"You broke your promise." He clicks his tongue, kneeling down in front of you. For a moment you're tempted to kick your leg out and sweep his foot, breaking his balance and sending him splattering to the floor. It would certainly be an undignified look and some payback for the indignities you've had to suffer. But maybe while you're chained to the floor such an action would be poorly timed.
"I didn't." you bite back with the attitude of a schoolgirl.
"You promised to go the bathroom and come straight back. I never said you could shower."
Your eyes twinkle, the chance to taunt him is too easy.
"You never said I couldn't. What, do I have to ask your permission for every single thing I do? Oh, please Mr Elite, let me breathe, let me speak, let my heart beat." you scoff, flicking your hair to the side like punctuation on your words.
"Do you think you're amusing?" he smirks, "This is nothing more than the behaviour I would expect from a scrag of Menon." He insults you right back. The urge to kick him is growing. "Now continue with your task." He instructs, "And if you put on a pleasant enough display, I may rethink further punishment for your words and disobedient actions." you lean away, resting on your palms behind your back, feigning disinterest in his threat.
"Hm, I don't think so. I changed my mind." you mock him, with a smarmy facial expression. "But I do understand how being such a creep must stop you from getting any action, so if you want to see a girl get off, can I suggest paying for one. You probably don't want to touch her though, cause that'll dry her right up." you snap your fingers for emphasis and have to clench your mouth to stop from laughing.
His eyes drop low, the amused grin growing. "You must like the cold."
Three. Days. It has been nearly three days, that you have been chained to this fucking floor!
You can't take it anymore. It feels like you are losing your fucking mind. Everything feels wrong. You're freezing, starving, you want nothing more than to sleep. And all of this has you feeling sick like at any moment you're going to vomit, but you have nothing in your stomach to throw up, cause as it was mentioned you haven't eaten in three days!
Yesterday there was a brief 2 hour period where the sun came out and while it wasn't as effective as you hoped it might be, it provided enough heat to allow you to sleep brokenly. But 10 minutes after it went away you were back to convulsing.
You've been trying to remain as still as possible, the tiles below your exact spot seeming to be warmer by a degree or two. With your fingers interlocked between your thighs, you're trying to use what minuscule body heat you have to keep your fingers from falling off. Your extremities are filled with the sensation of being stabbed by thousands and thousands of pins sticking the same spot over and over again. Your toes are feeling the same, but unable to cover them you've tried to angle your body in such a way that they receive the least wind but it's barely helping.
You may need to reassess how you plan to deal with the Elite. Because right at this moment, it doesn't seem like he is feeling the wrath of your rebellion as you wanted him to. You on the other hand are certain that you're going to be hospitalized after this. Or dead.
There has to be a way that you can resist his intentions without it leading to you spending the entire time suffering.
But right now your brain is frozen. And until you come up with something, it's going to be less arduous to compromise your pride for the time being. Because just three days into this whole thing and you're already worn down. Enough so that if you could merely get to sleep in a warm bed, have some food and get out of these chains, you might be able to tolerate being an obedient pet for a while.
So- The problem at the moment is that neither of them has been back to check on you for the last day. Not since you insulted Taehyung. You've screamed for their attention, but nothing. Not even a glance to make sure that you're okay or even alive. You can hear them out there. You know that they're around the house, they are just giving you no mind.
But you're done. You can't bear to sit here in the cold any longer.
Fine. If he wants you to make yourself come, you can do that. You've certainly done it before.
Laying on your back, the cold sting of the tiles shoot up your skin, making you pant. You bend your knees and spread your legs shoulder-width apart. Taking a deep breath you try to still your trembling and begin running your numb fingers between your thighs, running them over the only part of your body that has managed to stay warm this entire time. Dipping a little lower you can feel the heat radiating from your opening.
From what you can tell by sound and from the quick tour of the house, Taehyung's bedroom is just down the hall at the other end of the top floor. So it won't be impossible to get his attention, you'll just need to make enough noise.
Time to put on a show.
You begin rubbing your clit. Because of the many other things impeding you, it takes a few seconds before it starts feeling good,, bringing you to a slow takeoff. However, the faster stroke yourself the better it feels, it reaching the point where tingles are spreading down your legs. You gyrate your hips, giving you extra motion making it feel better.
The first moan comes from the back of your throat, it being almost silent, rumbling in your chest. As the pleasure builds though, your cries of excitement grow louder, the sensation filling you up.
You try to hold out for as long as you can, letting every moan and cry pour out of you, hoping to attract as much attention as possible, but after 5 minutes you can feel you are so close to exploding. Your loud moans becoming vehement and unbridled. Your fingers start to slip, you're getting wetter with each motion, feeling yourself dripping, pushing you closer to climax. At the apex of it all, you flow over and the pressure explodes.
Screaming out, high pitched and piercing you rock your hips up into your hand, throwing your head back, arching into your orgasm.
Keeping a steady pace of stimulation, you try to extend the feeling as long as possible, even as the orgasm fades.
Eventually, it dies down, your body resting heavily on the ground as you pant. The after feeling pulsing between your legs. Your body relaxed and blissfully content. A euphoric smile on your face, brought on by both cumming and the large amounts of oxygen you gulped down. It feels so good and you feel heated inside. Maybe you should have been doing this to stay warm this whole time.
In low riding sweat pants and nothing else, Taehyung walks in on your orgasmic aftermath. A small grin on his face. His arms crossed over his chest, obviously feeling the freezing cold that you're being forced to endure at 1:00 AM.
The way his arms are crossed it pops his biceps. And his hair is wild and messily in his face. You hate that you're thinking it, but he looks so damn good. Where the hell was that image 5 minutes ago?
He walks past you silently closing the sliding door, the bitter winds being blocked out. Crossing you again, he adjusts the thermostat next to the bedroom door. The space swelling with an air of heat, the current streaming over every inch of the room. Your body lapping in the encroaching warmth.
With one hand he opens a cupboard and tosses a folded up blanket at you, which you catch and unfold in the same movement, covering yourself from chin to toes wrapping tightly in the fluffy material.
"Good girl." He praises genuinely, leaving you alone in your newfound comfort.
Okay, so having these chains removed, a bed and food would have also been preferable but right now, you have to savour the little victory.
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Your father had invested in BigHit when it was proposed as a new music company. He wasn’t always the type to try to get rich quick but he thought why not invest, maybe you could grow a fortune.
You could see his point of view but really your entire university fund wasn’t his to gamble. You took ownership of those shares immediately and nothing ever seemed to change the problem was your father bought them for higher than they were worth.
You were half way through your University degree, working at a small restaurant waiting tables. It wasn’t easy when you didn’t have some money behind you.
You were humming a song, something catchy on the radio. Nothing catchy, you had calculated how much of this BigHit entertainment you owned and it was something close to 30% of the business.
Returning to your apartment ready for your day of tomorrow you checked your email. You saw your stocks had grown but not as much as you paid for them still.
Curious, you called the company via the number on your email; it wasn’t the regular company number. You asked for a meeting and they gave you a spot before lunch tomorrow.
Dressing up for the meeting you wanted to look respectable. You arrived and stepped up only to be stopped by security.
“I am here to see Bang Sihyuk. I have an appointment before lunch” I said and they eyed me, I called the reception.
“Good morning, It’s y/n, I am here for my 11:30 meeting but I cannot get past security”
“We will bring someone down shortly” she said and I nodded and waited.
Bang Si hyuk in a suit appeared, “y/n please follow me?” I followed behind him feeling rather important. “So you own 30% of BigHit and are one of our shareholders, are you a fan of our company?”
“Actually I know very little about your company, my father bought the shares when they were so cheap and well I have left them hoping I didn’t lose all my savings”
“Let me show you around and talk about our company a little” he smiled. He was a funny guy explaining the company's virtues and goals. You had to admit he spoke well about everything, the facility was a little drab but you weren’t too worried.
“This is where the trainees eat and discuss, this is our recording studio and the dance studios are down the hall.” His phone rang, as he opened the door. “Oh I have a call, please give me a moment”
There was a group inside you blushed, bowing to them, each as handsome as you would expect of an idol group and yet so much more.
They practiced seriously and looked awfully sweaty. I ordered some vitamin water and sports drinks hoping they would stay hydrated. They were looking particularly tired from their dancing.
Stepping down stairs you grabbed the drinks by security and headed back upstairs. The elevator was kind of small but not the worst.
Bang Pd was still on the phone in the corner and you headed inside once more, uh good afternoon, I brought you some drinks to cool off.
They bowed respectively and took the bag, each getting a cold drink and rehydrating.
“Who are you?” One asked and you blinked
“I am a family friend of Bang pd’s he is showing me around his company today”
It felt worth it, in the short time you saw the company and the boys you didn’t feel cheated out of money, the boys you met were nice and very good looking.
You were invited to a shareholder meeting a few times a year and each year the company seemed to slowly be improving and dressed nicely when you entered the building.
You flashed a tag they had sent you, stashing it in your pocket. Taking the elevator.
“Hold the elevator!” You caught the elevator and the doors rebounded open. It was the boys, you hadn’t forgotten their handsome features since the day you met one year ago.
You had finished your degree this year and as an accountant major you were able to work with numbers a lot better. Providing some knowledge at the meetings you were privy to.
“What are you doing back again, we don’t see you often around?” One broke the ice with some small talk which quickly fell into light banter and jokes. It was the start of a good friendship. Or at least you thought it was a friendship unbeknownst to you. One of the idols had feelings for you, they thought you were a firecracker.
Maybe the way you were so confident like you owned the place, resonated with their personality. They all exchanged their WeChat with you. Leaving you surprised when your phone chimed as the elevator door closed with a greeting message and a few emoji’s.
~Time skip to present~
The shareholders meeting at the new building was exciting, you had actually started working in BigHit within the accounts department. You were actually the assistant to the head of the accounts department who when he retired would leave you his position.
You discussed the changes of the company together agreeing on the new name Hybe and all the new parts to come within the growing company.
You were glad for your decision over the last five years you had bought more shares. Not a moment too soon as the boy's fame lifted the shared value immensely.
You now owned forty five percent of the company and you weren’t quiet, giving your opinions and more during the meetings.
You were the only person in the room under thirty and they seemed to agree with your views. But you also had accounting experience to know what was plausible or not.
The door opened and in trickled idols, BTS, TXT, Enhyphen and more each looking nervous. Well most looking nervous nothing seemed to shake the TXT boys all off in their own world thinking bubblegum thoughts and the lunch menu.
“I would like to announce our new CEO,” Bang Si Hyuk announced. Your head snapped up, you all didn’t discuss anything about electing a new CEO.
“We have all been discussing and each member of the board has agreed to offer the new CEO position to Y/n” your eyes widened.
Not only that, a set of eyes landed on yours, surprised to see you in the room. Your mouth opened and closed, “give me a little time to think about it and I will let you know.” They nodded concluding the meeting.
“Hey y/n, what are you doing in the shareholders meeting?” Jin asked as you left the room.
“Uh it’s a long story, do you have time?”
“I always have time,” he led me to a small room where we sat on a couch. “You look good by the way”
“Thank you,” you said slumping against the sofa, “a few years ago my father took my University savings and bought stocks at BigHit. I never knew anything about BigHit until the day we met. I got to know you and your dreams and I wanted to support you so I made sure to protect the shares and even bought a few more.”
“I own 45% of the company” you breathed, I started working as an accountant when I finished my degree and we have been dating for almost five years” you said “I am sorry I didn’t tell you”
“You don’t need to be sorry,” he laughed “but if I kiss you do I get a pay raise?”
Yoongi wasn’t outside when you left the meeting, he wasn’t answering his phone and you started to panic. Racing around the building until you arrived at his studio ringing the doorbell.
The door opened and as always he stepped aside without a word, “Yoongi, I am sorry I never told you a few years ago before we met my father stole my uni tuition and bought stocks in BigHit everything else is true. I met you the day we met. I really knew nothing about BTS. I do work as an accountant in the business and today they offered me the position of CEO” you rambled and he looked at you with a small smile.
He checked his phone and saw the array of missed calls and messages and he let out a soft laugh. “I know.”
“Please don’t be mad at me, Yoongi” you begged “I love you and will never keep anything from you again?”
“You are saying this like I hate it, honestly I think it’s kind of sexy that you're my boss,” he grinned flashing the pink of his gums, “I am writing a song for D-3 would you like to hear it?”
“Sure what is it called?”
“Women in charge” he slipped the headphones over your ears.
Hoseok sent you a text once he left the room. You waited the whole meeting before checking your phone.
“When were you going to tell me?” His text seemed ominous, was he asking playfully or seriously, you couldn’t tell.
You called Hoseok and he answered, “hey Hobi, where are you?”
“I’m out at the moment.” He said his tone was guarded but still gentle.
“I want to talk about how this all happened. If you will listen”
“I’m nervous” he said “what if it’s better off not knowing?”
“Listen I didn’t get here by choice I can tell you that” I spoke honestly, “I can also promise you, on the day we met it was the first time I had ever even heard of BTS”
“Well that does feel a little better, I didn’t like the idea of a stalker fan buying shares and dwindling her way into my heart” he said in a cute voice.
Once the meeting was concluded Namjoon walked back into the room and was by your side. “How did you get an offer from the CEO, have you been buying shares, I hope you haven’t done anything illegal. '' He poked your sides playfully.
“No, years ago before we even met my dad he took my uni fund and bought shares in what he thought was a promising entertainment company. I thought he was an idiot and I couldn’t sell them and get my money back so I kept them hoping one day I could sell them and get the money I had lost. But well I met you and I saw how bad you wanted to be an idol and I thought maybe I would keep them and support you when I could even buying more when I could”
“How much do you own?”
“45% of 3.2 billion is about 1.4 billion” you whispered, something you were proud of was your math brain developed from studying accounting at university.
“You are worth more than I am?” He giggled, “we might have to get you a bodyguard”
“Hey love,” Jimin said when you came home, you were busy all day with reading over paperwork and being led through the CEO’s position, job requirements and entitlements. It was gruelling.
“I love you and your opinion matters so much to me Jimin,” you buried your face in his chest and felt him soften a little his body wrapping around you protectively.
“This position seems like a lot of work and I don’t know if I can handle it, but if I did take it, I can make sure you and the boys and all the trainees are being treated right. I want to help you guys but I also don’t want to take over. Not to mention if our relationship gets out. I want your opinion. I won’t do it if you don’t want me to.”
“Hey I think you would make an awesome CEO, you are young and know what people want, you have some great ideas…”
“But, I don’t want to break up. I want to see you everyday and not in secret”
“What do you mean, as the CEO I can personally hang around you and the boys and it not be weird.” You smirked “and why would we break up, as the boss I can leave and go home when I want to. I don’t have to stay behind and crunch numbers until my brain is fried we can be like a real couple now”
He beamed “really!”
“Are you going to be the new CEO?” Soobin asked you, smiling brightly, “how did you get asked to take that position?”
“Technically y/n owns almost half the company anyway?” Yeonjun added “she has since about 2012”
“How did you afford that?” Hyuening kai asked
“Well, back then the shares were only a dollar each, the company wasn’t famous, I had money saved up for university and my father, being a wannabe entrepreneur, took my money and bought a large chunk of the shares. Of course, once you buy them you wait for the shares to go up and sell them for a higher price but the never did”
I had to put myself through university while working part time and it was hell, why did I save so much just to struggle. I got a letter one day telling me I was welcome at the shareholders meeting.
“I met everyone in the company for the first time, you were all trainees pre debut and I met all the BTS boys that year, they had just released Run which kept playing at the radio at work” you laughed “I didn’t know they sang the song or anything about them really but I saw their determination. I was actually going to sell the stocks but I thought maybe I could support all these young artists who wanted to be idols.”
“After Uni I applied for a job in the accounts department and it took four years and I am now the assistant to the head of department. I didn’t think I would be offered the position of CEO and more importantly I am nervous.”
“I would love to know what everyone thinks” You spoke around the table, each seat now occupied with idols and trainees from different groups.
“It would be nice to have someone young as a CEO, you understand the next generation better than some” Niki smiled
“I think it will be great, we have seen you around a lot, and feel comfortable with you already” Yeonjun nodded
“We feel like we can really talk to you,” Soobin smiled.
“I think you will make a great CEO” Taehyung leaned behind you kissing your temple. “I can walk into your office whenever I want and not have to worry about causing a scandal”
“Hey over here?” Jungkook called you across the room, he was eating a subway sandwich with some of the other trainees and shareholders he smiled.
“Are you going to be the new CEO?”
“I mean I haven’t decided yet, I am not sure I have to read it over?” I said “I know I wanted a promotion to the head of accountants when he retired but to be the CEO that’s insane.”
“If you become the CEO, imma get my eyebrow pierced” He grinned childishly, “cause you can’t stop me!”
“And I don’t have to cover up my tattoos cause you love my tattoos!” He giggled, pulling up his sleeves to flex his muscles in his arms.
“Jungkook, are you trying to seduce your boss?” You said in mock offence.
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Warnings: mentions of helicopter parenting and stalking
Summary: Yoongi’s had a long week in New York with the UN, but what happens when he gets stuck in an elevator with a stranger?
Yoongi stepped into the elevator. Today had been a long day, and all he wanted to do was crash in his bed for the next three days.
“Sir! Hold the door, please!”
Yoongi ground his teeth. He’d wanted the elevator to himself, but it appeared he had to share it. He stuck his hand between the doors so that they wouldn’t close. The lady rushed forward, thanking him briefly before standing in the corner farthest from him.
“No, Parker, don’t mess with that. Send me the recent outfit designs.” She let out a long sigh. “Go get Bethany, please. Recent outfit designs. Tell her I want the recent outfit designs.” She paused for a few moments. “Yes. Thank you. Tell her I’ll call her later. Bye.”
Yoongi spared a glance towards the lady. She was looking quite miffed as she pulled her earpiece out of her ear.
“Sorry about that. New employee, you know?”
He nodded before returning his gaze to the buttons on the elevator. They were halfway to her floor when the lights went out and the elevator stopped. The lady next to him groaned.
“This day couldn’t get any worse.”
“It’s been that bad?” Yoongi asked.
She sighed. “One of the key dresses for our show today got ripped. So yeah, pretty bad.”
“You had a show?”
“Yeah. I own a clothing line.”
“Oh. Well, I’m sorry about your dress.”
She sighed again. “Thanks. You think we’ll get out of here anytime soon?”
“I have no clue.”
“I’m Rosaelia, by the way. Rosaelia Sanchez.”
“I’m Yoongi Min.”
“Are you from around here?” She asked, wondering about his accent.
“No. I’m from Korea. Here on a business trip.” Technically, that was true. “You?”
“Just moved here from Mexico.”
“Cool. You enjoy it here?”
“Could be better,” she replied simply.
“Understandable. I can’t imagine how tough it is to run a business.”
“Yeah. Sometimes I wonder if it was a stupid idea.”
“Well, I could be back in Mexico on my parents’ farm feeding chickens instead of being stuck in an elevator right now,” she laughed bitterly. “Honestly? It’s not going as well as I expected it to.”
“I understand. I’ve been there before. Just have to hope it works out for the best.”
“Did it for you?”
“I think so. Some days I wonder what I’m doing with my life, but I think it’s better than where I wanted to be.”
“That’s good. I wish I could say the same about myself. I’m just twenty-six and I already want to retire.”
“When did you start your company?”
“Five years ago. Thought I caught a big break when I was invited to move out to New York. That was a lie.”
“Anything you’d like to vent about to this strange man you’re sharing a broken elevator with?”
“Yes, actually! Do you have any idea why parents insist on nagging their fully grown children?”
He scoffed. “No, I do not.”
Rosaelia sighed and slid down the wall of the elevator. “Just this morning my mom called and told me I was a disappointment to her. I’m close to blocking her, honestly. I’m not sure how much more of it I can take.”
“Well, I’m sure you’re doing great. Someday she’ll be proud of you.”
“I hope so.” She was glad it was so dark. At least he couldn’t see the tears on her face.
They sat in a companionable silence for the next twenty minutes as they waited for the elevator to work again. Rosaelia was out of the elevator before Yoongi had the courage to speak again, so he rode to his floor alone. He crawled into bed that night wondering if he’d ever see her again.
Yoongi dashed down the hall. They were supposed to be safe at the hotel, dang it. Whose good idea had it been to leak their room numbers?
Yoongi looked up. The girl who’d been in the elevator with him last night was standing in the hall.
“Is something wrong?”
“I need somewhere to hide. Quick.”
She grabbed his arm and shoved the door to her room open before dragging him inside and slamming the door shut.
“What’s going on?”
“Someone leaked my room number. Had a few crazy fans chasing me,” he offered in a panic.
“Fans? Why would someone leak your hotel room?”
“Um. . .”
“Yoongi Min. . .you know, I knew that name sounded familiar. But why?”
“BTS?” He clued her in.
“That sounds vaguely familiar. Can you just spell it out for me?” She laughed nervously.
“I’m part of a Korean boyband.”
“Ohhhhh. That’s it! My assistant mentioned wanting to style you guys once.”
He laughed. “Really?”
She nodded, but before she could say more, there was a knock at the door. She crossed the room to peek through the peephole before spinning around and lowering her voice.
“Do you have anyone you can call?”
“So, what excuse are we using for why the two of us are stuck in my closet together?” Rosaelia asked as she pressed her back against the wall. This closet was too small for how big her hotel room was.
“We don’t need an excuse. Some crazy fans were chasing me and I asked to hide in your room. Simple.”
“Ok, but I’m a nobody. Who would buy that excuse?”
She stared up at him. “Your hair looks silver right now.”
“Does it?” He ruffled his hair.
She nodded, going silent. The persistent knocking on door had stopped, but the two of them hadn’t left the closet. Yoongi’s phone chimed, startling them both. He pulled it out.
“Well, looks like my management has come to rescue me. I’ll see you around?”
“Um. . .yeah! See you around.”
Yoongi smiled at her and slipped out of the closet.
“Bye,” he whispered.
When he was gone, she leaned against the closet door and sighed. Would she ever see him again?
This is part of the Dad!BTS series that can be found here
A/N: I actually started this story about a month ago but when I heard about people leaking the hotel room numbers I knew just how to finish this off :’)
It would be greatly appreciated if you reblogged the story if you liked it!
I just remembered your TF drabble about yn loving Jk's bun. Now that he has short hair again I imagine her being incredible sad and pouting all day, running her hand through his hair while sighing loudly 🤭
pairing: jeon jeongguk x reader
genre: fluff, established relationship, slice of life, non-idol au
word count: 800+
a/n: I LOVE CONCEPTS LIKE THIS! so obviously i couldn’t stop myself from writing it, tysm for letting me bring this couple back :(
Having you sigh while cuddling in bed and watching a movie was nothing new to Jeongguk, he had grown used to it after years of being with you. Whether it was because you were tired, relaxed, or just too invested in the movie and reacted to it without even noticing, your small sighs had become an indispensable part of your movie nights. So, he had mindlessly thought you were just doing it out of relaxation as you played with his hair that winter evening.
When you sighed for the tenth time only twenty minutes into Spiderman, however, he frowned, knowing right there that something about you was off.
Reluctantly letting go of his rather comfortable spot on your chest, he tilted his head so his chocolate eyes could focus on you — only then realising your eyes had not been fixed on the TV to begin with, but on his hair instead as you melancholically ran your fingers through it.
“What’s wrong?” he wondered, hand tenderly cupping your cheek so you would look at him.
A shrug of shoulders was your answer.
“Petal…” he pushed it.
“I won’t ever see the bun again” your bummed words caused his eyebrows to knit together out of confusion. “Or the ponytail…”
That’s when it hit him. His hair. After nearly two years of keeping it at a quite long yet decent length, he had decided to cut it short. It had just started to become annoying to have to tie it either into a bun or a ponytail to keep it out of his eyes, and it was even more annoying when he would inevitably miss his hair bands on a weekly basis and had to turn to borrowing —more like, stealing... with your implicit consent— yours instead.
Cutting it had seemed the best way out. And, quite honestly, it wasn’t that short to begin with. It was just shorter than the two of you had grown used to — messy hair no longer being a thing from now on. Therefore, to you, it was indeed short as hell.
“It’s just hair, petal” he tried to cheer you up as he did his best not to show the amused smile that had started curving up his lips. “It will be long again in a few months”.
“But I wanna play with it now” you pouted.
He chuckled. “Isn’t that what you’re doing right now?”
Your fingers stopped their ministrations on his hair, withdrawing from his brown locks right away. “It’s not the same”.
“Yah,” he called you out, grabbing your hand and placing it back on his hair for you to play with it. “You even hyped me up when I said I wanted to cut it, can’t back down now”.
“I know,” your pout grew more prominent. “But I didn’t know I would miss your long hair this much”.
Jeongguk bit his bottom lip, the movie long forgotten as his body now hovered over you and his mouth came dangerously close to yours. “Come on,” he mumbled on your pouty lips. “Don’t I look good now?”
Although his tone had come off confident, you knew him well enough to know he was looking for validation.
You huffed, arms crossing over your chest and eyes travelling to the side of the room as you bitterly spoke. “You’re the most gorgeous guy I’ve seen, of course you look handsome as hell no matter what”.
He laughed under his breath, catching you by surprise when his mouth happily pressed on yours.
You couldn’t help but giggle, unfolding your arms and wrapping them around his neck instead so you could stop him from pulling away just yet — your fingers once again entangling in his brown locks like it had become a habit of yours by now.
“See?” he smiled, faintly pulling away and opening his eyes so he could meet yours. “You can still play with it”.
“I guess you’re right” you admitted, staring at the way his hand gently grabbed a strand of your hair as his loving eyes remained fix on you. “But I might as well shave my head now so you can feel my pain”.
Jeongguk threw his head back as a throaty laugh escaped his mouth, later resting his forehead on your shoulder as his previous laugh turned into a whine. “Why did I fall for such a chaotic drama queen”.
It was now your turn to laugh. “That’s on you, Jeon Jeongguk. Can’t back down now”.
“Never said I wanted to” his immediate reply caused your heart to jump.
Acting on the way he made you feel, you pulled him into your chest, tightly wrapping your arms around his waist before you pressed a kiss to the crown of his head. “I might reconsider shaving my head if you promise I will get to see my bun in a bun again at some point”.
“I meant it when I said we have a lifetime to go together, petal” his genuine words brought a soft smile to your lips. “You will see me in a bun or ponytail so much you will get tired of it”.
“Doubt it” you stated, loving the sound of his breathy laugh as he tightened his hold around your body. “But since a lifetime seems like a long time, I guess I can deal with whatever hairstyle you want to try”.
– warnings: explicit language, characters are still idiots (what’s new)
– status: ongoing
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in a world where everyone finds a unique connection to their soulmate once they turn of age, y/n can’t seem to figure out her clue. after desperately staying up all night to find one, y/n decides to rest and write down her list of groceries on her arm, ultimately giving up on finding a clue along with the whole idea of soulmates. that is, until jungkook wakes up to a whole list of poorly written ingredients scribbled all over his own arm.
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pairing: personal trainer!yandere!jungkook x married!rich!f!reader
word count: 13,906 words aka grab the popcorn, this is long
summary: an encounter with your new personal trainer suddenly makes you forget about the silver band on your ring finger and your failing marriage.
warning: taboo relationships (single!jungkook and married!reader), toxic relationships, mentions of insecurities, murder, coercion, manipulation, affairs/cheating, infidelity, predatory behavior, harassment in the workplace, gore, age difference (the reader’s husband is thirty years older than her), mention of alcohol addiction, jungkook is the other man, shower sex, oral/fingering (receiving), unprotected sex (always use condoms y’all)
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A loud grunt escaped from his mouth as his body shuddered over you. Warm seed splayed across your stomach and lower abdomen before trickling down to your sides. His arms became too weak to support himself and slowly, he collapsed on the bed, only a few inches away from you. He shifted his back until he faced away, causing more separation between the two of you. A deep snore soon echoed throughout the large bedroom as you laid there motionless; another night of passionless love. His sweat had coated a few parts of your body and you couldn’t help but feel unworthy, as if you had done something wrong. The ceiling light no longer hurt your eyes when you stared, it was the same view you had for many nights. Your body had been exposed and traversed by a man who did not deserve it, but you endured each day for as long as you could.
You rose off of the lush canopy bed and sat at the end. A box of wet wipes and your silk robe rested on top of your nearby dresser. Those were the only possessions you had in his room since there was no need for anything else. The only encounter you both shared had eroded to nothing romantic. You wiped off his white stains from your skin, shivering at the thought of his cum being on your body, before reaching for the robe and tightly wrapping it around your frame. Finally, you stood up and began to exit his bedroom. You glanced quickly at your husband before making your way to the door.
‘Disgusted’ was not the right word to describe how you felt about him. Somehow, it was stronger than that. You hurriedly enter into your own bedroom, welcomed by the fresh and familiar scent of your secluded space. Everything neatly placed to your liking instead of the pigsty you had previously been in; you would be a fool to let him enter your room and violate your belongings. Stripping out of the robe, you exchanged it for a flimsy nightgown that you wore when you were alone. You wanted to forget tonight and each moment his wrinkled hands caressed your body, but you could still feel the tingles on your skin.
After a long day of the same routine, your body eased into your own bed. The pains of today washed away the moment you came in contact with the soft cushioning. You pulled the duvet to cover your entire body as the back of your head rested against a pillow. Sleep called you closer, but for some reason, the memories of the past year had flooded back. What an idiot you were to believe every single lie that slipped out of his mouth? The warnings had been present to you, and yet the dollar signs that floated around his name enticed you.
Freshly graduated from university, luck had definitely been on your side when you were offered a job at a small yet successful, investment company in Seoul. Anyone in your position would accept the offer, surely it wasn’t a mistake. The pay was above average, the working conditions were humane, and it was quite easy to maneuver around the city. There were no red flags in the beginning, until the day you caught his attention: your boss and future husband, Kim Byung-Joo.
In the beginning, your interactions were certainly abnormal for a boss and employee relationship but you endured them. Soft compliments and light touches were his fortes. At your first company meeting, you can distinctly remember his lingering eyes on your body during your presentation and how he would always stick close to you wherever you were. After the meeting, he pulled you aside as your colleagues quickly exited the room.
“(Y/N), your presentation was a masterpiece.” He said while bringing his hand to your lower back causing you to tense under his touch.
“Thank you, Mr. Kim. I’m glad you enjoyed it.” You reached behind and held unto his hand to pull it away from your body. A fake smile plastered across your face, a facade to how unhappy you truly felt. He seemed as if he wanted to continue the conversation, which were not your intentions. “I have somewhere to be tonight, hopefully we see each other tomorrow.” Before he could respond, you were already out the door, holding onto the small ounce of dignity you still had left.
There were more incidents that followed, too many for you to count, but each one held a distinct memory in your head. From the time you felt his icy stare on your exposed skin to when his fingertips lightly touched your thigh only for him to excuse it as an accident; they had all been ingrained in your thoughts. A series of back-handed compliments and strange comments about your appearance: “I’m shocked that your work actually came out good…” “That dress does your body a disservice, maybe try a shorter one next time…” Each time it happened, you swallowed your hatred and went home.
In hindsight, you should’ve reported him or at least be more upfront about your feelings towards him but that would be a treacherous task alone. Who would you report to? He was the head of the company and he definitely wouldn’t quit or take accountability. Going to the police would have been the most logical option but would you even press charges? You couldn’t afford a proper lawyer and there was no doubt that you would end up screwed over in the end.
The paycheck that satisfied your bank account was enough motivation anyways, or so you thought. You tried searching for other jobs, which was virtually impossible; no one wanted to hire a college graduate with little experience and pay her as much as you made working for him. The only option left was to save enough money until you could manage on your own for a bit before finding another job. Of course, doing so took more time and patience than you had.
Everyone in the company knew, from the janitors to the other executives working under him. Yet, no one was brave enough to address it. As if it was some unspoken secret, it gave you the suspicion that you surely weren’t his first victim. You hadn’t seen him act this way with any other employee, you were the only one. It was possible that you simply had not seen his actions with your own eyes, but the way he would ignore other women for you was surprising.
Byung-Joo was even dismissive of the women that threw themselves at him, if he could give you attention then surely he would give them the time of day. You wished for that to happen, but it never did. Whenever any other employee managed to be in the same room as you, they would scoff, roll their eyes, and walk away. Maybe it was jealousy? It was hard to find it believable that a group of young women would want to throw themselves at a man that was old enough to be their father. It wasn’t like there was much to be jealous about anyways, you would’ve gladly exchanged positions with anyone who wanted him.
It didn’t take long for things to escalate, which always happen in situations like this. Light grazes against your skin became rough fondles on your flesh. Whether other employees were in the room or not, he simply didn’t care. His arms would wrap around your body, like a serpent choking it’s prey, forcing you to be still in his arms. The mischievous smirk on his face only sickened you, almost as if he knew how compromised you were. He was well aware of how much you needed your job, and instead of treating you kindly or even ignoring you, he decided to play the cards in his favor.
As the hours passed and the workday came to an end, you suddenly called by his secretary, a neatly dressed and shy woman. When you enter the room, the door is immediately shut as Byung-Joo ushers you to the seat in front of his desk. A few grey hairs stick out of his dyed hair and your reminded of all the actions that a man over thirty years older than you has done. He pauses in is chair before he begins to speak.
“I know this is a bit sudden but thank you for coming to my office, (Y/N).” His hands anxiously twitch together as if he has something on his mind but doesn’t quite know how to express it.
“That’s fine, but... is there a reason why I’m here?” You ask him shyly, an uneasy feeling erupted as if you had already known the answer.
“I wanted to propose a sort of... promotion.” He cleared his throat as he waited for you to respond to his statement.
“Oh, what do you mean by propose?”
“I think the proper term would be a ‘transaction’ or an exchange… You see, it isn’t quite work-place friendly… you might find it a little inappropriate.” Byung-Joo shifts uncomfortably in his seat and as he finishes his sentence, you can tell that he’s planning something. “I’ve noticed something about you, (Y/N). You’ve had the opportunity to reject my advances multiple times, so why haven’t you?” He peered at you as you stared back at him visibly confused. You weren’t confused at his advances but mostly because you didn’t know how to answer.
“I- I don’t really know how to answer that question... actually, I think it’s time for me to leave, I have plans and-” Before you can excuse yourself from this uncomfortable encounter, he raises his hand and motions you to sit back down.
“I know you need this job, (Y/N)... so, I’ll offer you some extra tasks in exchange for... your company.”
“My company?” You subconsciously sit back down in the chair across his desk, curious about his idea.
“Company as in meeting with each other outside of work. If you agree to meet with me, I’ll give you a promotion. A better salary, that is what you want, right?” He peered up at you intensely as he waited for your response. Thoughts clouded your mind and you processed his words. You weren’t sure about the ‘meet-ups’ he was insinuating since the only things that interested your mind was ‘promotion’ and ‘salary’.
“Of course, but... what do you want me to do?” You asked knowing fully that every possible benefit in life came with a downside.
“My wife and I haven’t been on the best terms lately.” The fact that he had a spouse, someone who he promised to take care of and wrote vows to, yet still engaged in this type of behavior with you was quite disturbing. “We haven’t been... intimate, in a long time. You, something about you is just intriguing... far different than her.” The way he spoke sounded as if he was confessing to someone he had a long crush on. “Just give me what she could never provide, that’s all. You’ll even get the same pay as one of my executives without any of the work, what do you say?”
“Alright.” Surely you hadn’t made any mistake? Agreeing to sleep with your married boss and ignoring his wife’s emotions, if only you would know the karma that would come your direction from that error.
The affair began rather smoothly, unlike what you had anticipated. His wife was nearly never home yet his house was always precisely decorated with a cozy feeling. Hours passed quickly when you were with him, something you were sincerely happy about. Every once in a while, he would always bitterly complain about her over simple things. Her cooking, her personality, and even the way that she dressed were some of the many critiques he had of her. One thing he made sure to mention was how much better you were than she was. It always surprised you how he was comfortable degrading her yet chose to marry her. Her pictures lined throughout the whole home, she looked as if she was not far from your age. Somehow, you weren’t surprised by this seeing as how you agreed to sleep with a man that was over thirty years older than you.
Dates were frequent and almost always ended in a night of love-making. Always in the same bed that his wife slept in as well, her perfumes scented her pillow and reminded you of each night you two shared. The only words that came out of his mouth were nothing but pure praises about how much better you were than her. He must’ve thought that you had actually enjoyed each time you two had sex, truthfully, you should be awarded for your acting. He was, without a doubt, the worst lover you had ever had in all the years you lived on this planet.
He was quite unattractive and the complete opposite of your type, yet each time you would bring a smile to your face and push through the night for the sake of your wallet. For some reason, Byung-Joo had always bought you gifts ranging from designer clothing and accessories to a new luxury car that glistened in your driveway. This had simply been the lifestyle you deserved, even though your body and mentality suffered in the process. It was quite clear to the two of you that the only reason you stuck around for so long was nothing but materialistic.
Everyone in his vicinity knew about the deeds that you both committed, it was easy to tell by the stares of his neighbors whenever you were near his home. After another night, you stared up at his ceiling fan until the overhead light started to hurt your eyes. He laid silent for a few minutes as you thought to yourself, finally he spoke up.
“We’re getting a divorce.” He says bluntly and you remember not seeing a single piece of her belongings within the house when you arrived.
“Oh... why?” You replied, not that you really cared but more so because you were curious.
“We never got along. I kicked her out of the house a few days ago, so you don’t need to worry about her anymore.” He paused again before resuming his sentence. “Why don’t we marry instead?” Maybe it was your hazy mind that stopped you from thinking clearly or you were simply not intelligent enough to express how you truly felt.
And so, with a simple nod you had sealed your fate and the consequences that would arise sooner than you had hoped. It wouldn’t be horrible, right? If his interest in you never faded, surely you had nothing to fear. Things would be the same, the only difference was that he was now your husband. How naive you were to give your life up to a man that only cared about your body. To this day, you had no idea why he asked for your hand in marriage - maybe lonliness can drive a person to that extent.
His divorce went as swimmingly as he had hoped. The only problem was separating his ties to his reluctant ex-wife. She wouldn’t budge, too afraid that she would lose everything she worked so hard to keep. You felt pity for her even as her eyes pierced daggers into your body whenever she saw you, which was now often. She knew about the entire affair and threatened to release everything to the public in hopes that Byung-Joo’s company would collapse from such a scandal. Those threats never lasted long, his lawyers said they would sue for defamation and instead she would be the one whose life had been ruined. Eventually, she gave up her fight and you hadn’t heard anything about her since that time. The only things that you heard from other neighbors had been that she lost almost all of her assets and was near bankruptcy after the divorce finalized.
Everything had been rushed to the point where there were no other guests at the wedding, excluding a few of his friends. Your parents and other close relatives refused to come, it would be rather embarrassing for them to watch you sign away your life like this. The only person you knew that attended was your best friend, Mina, who had always been there to support you no matter what happened. People have tried to convince you, even Mina, but as stubborn as you were, you refused to listen. Even as the insults came to you, you still managed to remain firm in your decision.
In the beginning, it was rather peaceful, or so you had thought. Everything had been the same, except his former wife’s belongings had been replaced by your own. Yet, it hadn’t been long before you started to notice a few cracks in your marriage. Byung-Joo would arrive home later than normal with his clothes smelling like rosy perfume with lipstick stains on his collar. You weren’t dumb, you knew exactly what was happening since you had once been the perpetrator of infidelity as well. Maybe there was a part of you that didn’t want to believe it, for some reason you were devastated. You knew for sure that you didn’t have any romantic feelings for him, all you wanted was the lifestyle that he gave you. It was undeniable that your pride had diminished along with the respect that you had for him. Any person in your position would feel as helpless and unworthy as you did.
As the nights grew longer, his time away from you grew as well. He would return home with the sweet but nauseating scent of alcohol in his breath, stumbling into the house before collapsing on his bed. You didn’t sleep in the same bed as him anymore, it would be too much of a pain, instead you retreated to a nearby guest room every night since. The company had gone to a complete standstill and because of that, he decided to drink all his problems away. Many of your coworkers had been laid off, you were quite lucky to be saved from the chaos that ensued until he revealed that he couldn’t even afford to keep paying you.
The little funds that he managed to secure did not go towards you or even his failing company; he fueled his alcohol addiction, gambled away most of his fortunes, and spent the rest on desperate prostitutes. You were quite surprised that he hadn’t gone bankrupt but you knew that it was near. It hadn’t been long before you were erased down to nothing but a lonely housewife in a loveless marriage.
Eventually, your sex had come to a pause too, not that you minded. Once in a while would he usher you to his bedroom to do as he pleased. He found someone else, a person that was better than you, and decided to invest his money into them instead of you. This was your karma indeed, for sleeping with a married man, only to have to same exact things happen to you. You wished that you could’ve rejected his advances but it was all too late, or was it? You didn’t know, you were too distracted by the shadow of his previous wife taunting you everyday.
Watching your life deteriorate before your eyes was quite painful. All the luxuries you obtained had vanished along with your happiness. Greed, you tried to take more than you could handle and lost everything in the process. It was all too good to be true anyways; Life isn’t a fairy tale and you should’ve used your senses before making idiotic decisions.
Alas, time was ticking. He was going to replace you sooner or later and you needed to find a way out on your own before you ended up like his previous wife, only God knows how bad you want to avoid that. Although he was going broke, he still had the resources to keep himself financially afloat. Everything had been in his name, you would lose every penny. The unfortunate part of that would be having to crawl back to the same people that disowned you after hearing about the marriage.
You needed to get out of the house, get some fresh air and keep yourself mentally sane, so you arranged for a meet up with Mina. You were a few minutes late when you pulled up to a local café and saw her sitting on a nearby table outside. Gingerly, you approached her as her face lit up once she saw you. She stood up from her chair and pulled your body in an embrace.
“I feel like I haven’t seen in such a long time! How have you been?” Mina said once she released you from her hold.
“Honestly, I could be better.” You sat in the seat directly across from her before continuing. “I just need to talk to someone, you’re the only person I have.”
“Tell me what’s wrong, you’re not acting like yourself…”
“First, Byung-Joo is cheating on me. Normally, I wouldn’t care but… somehow, it’s hurting my self-esteem? I’m just confused.” You slumped over in your chair and lowered your head to the ground.
“You don’t care that your husband is cheating on you?” She cocked her head to the side in confusion. “That’s a little odd.”
“Mina, you’ve seen him before. I don’t think I’ve ever cared about him.”
“Then why marry him if you never had feelings?” It was a difficult question to answer, but you needed to admit to yourself how you truly felt.
“I was stupid... Oh god, I’m screwed aren’t I? Mina, he stopped paying me after his company went bust… I literally have nothing for myself.” You buried your face into your palms, on the verge of tears.
“You caused that problem for yourself, you should’ve quit while you had the chance.” Unfortunately, the truth hurts to hear but there was no lie in her words.
“Don’t you think I tell that to myself everyday? I hope I don’t end up like his last wife… I heard that she’s homeless. Could you imagine me living like that?”
“No… I honestly can’t. It’s hard to envision you living any less than you do now.”
“Exactly, you might as well start getting ready for when I move in with you…” Although it was a half-hearted joke, it was the reality that you were starting to prepare yourself for. Mina paused for a few seconds, finally she let out a small gasp and started talking again.
“(Y/N), I have a friend… I think he can help you with your problem.” She said as you eagerly perked up.
“How can he help?”
“Well, he’s really good at... comforting women.” She cleared her throat as a light blush tinted her cheeks. When she noticed how confused you seemed, she continued her sentence. “Especially the married ones, if you know what I mean.”
“You’re really implying that I should cheat?” The light bulbs in your head finally started flickering and you understood what she meant.
“No... unless you want to. He’s about your age, looks better. He’s also a personal trainer.”
“I’m not sure if that will fix any of my problems. That’ll only make things complicated.”
“I’m sure Byung-Joo never hesitated when he was around other women. Have a little fun, loosen up. I really hate seeing you so stressed.”
“Even if I did bring your little friend over, it would look weird having another man in the house…”
“Tell him he’s your personal trainer, something believable? He probably won’t even care.”
“I’m not sure… I don’t know how this will help.” Truly, you had no idea how an affair could fix any of the problems within your marriage but regardless you were still curious.
“Just give him a chance, his name is Jungkook. He’s a really nice guy, I’m sure you guys will get along fine.” And so, you replied with the very same word that sealed your fate each time.
“Alright… I won’t be sleeping with him though.” Her face lit up after she heard your approval, it was hard to believe how genuinely excited she was.
“You won’t regret anything, (Y/N)! I’ll call him and schedule something for you two, I swear you’ll be grateful for my help in the next few days.”
You were certain that you would have some regrets over this decision, like the many other bad choices you’ve made in the past year. Some relief washed over your spirit when her fingers dialed the mysterious number, almost as if you were eager.
Your fingers nervously played with the hem of your shirt as you waited for Jungkook to arrive at your home. A few days after scheduling an appointment with him, Mina mentioned that he would finally visit today and for some reason you were quite nervous. As usual, you were alone in the house. Your husband had left early for work but you were sure he was off doing other useless things. You glanced down at your outfit; a white cotton shirt with black sweatpants and sneakers.
Modesty was exactly what you were going for, despite Mina’s persuasion. Maybe you should’ve taken that offer, but entertaining another man was not on your agenda for the time being. She could be right, you had been feeling an itch for some sort of fulfillment lately. At this point, all you wanted was company, of any sort, and a hobby to keep your mind off of your situation.
A sudden ring on your doorbell broke you from your thoughts. You hurriedly walked towards the door, adjusting your clothes in the process and inhaling sharply as you unlocked it. A gust of wind escaped through the door and you were greeted by a rather tall and well-built man peering back at you. His hair had been tied in a bun and he wore a black hoodie with sweatpants, a large duffel bag hung over his shoulder. The piercing on one of his eyebrows definitely caught you off-guard; he was certainly not what you had expected.
“You’re (Y/N), right?” Jungkook asked after greeting you at the door. You stared at him, a little dazed, before responding back.
“Yes… yes, I am. Please come inside, it’s pretty chilly.” You move out of the way for him to step in before locking the door behind you. He takes a few glances around the small entrance area, in awe of the luxurious home that he’s inside.
“Mina told me some things about you, it’s nice to finally get to meet you.” He outstretches his hand and sheepishly bows his head. You grasp onto it, your body tingles in response.
“Likewise. I wish we would’ve spoke on the phone earlier, so that this didn’t feel awkward…” Your cheeks heated up as you spoke. It was embarrassingly hard to maintain eye contact with him.
“No worries, it’s fine.” For a few long seconds silence filled the whole home until you finally decided to speak.
“Well, let me show you the fitness room…” You head a few doors down a long hallway and opened a door. Inside was a few exercise machines, mats, dumbbells, and other things you thought would be necessary. “Sorry, I didn’t have enough time to prepare. I hope these will work.”
“I can work with these, it’s more than enough.” He sets his bag on the ground and faces you. “Are you ready to start?”
“Sure, I mean I don’t really do this often so you’ll have to guide me.”
“That’s alright.” He chuckled again once more before continuing. “My favorite type of exercise is cardio, the ones that are good for the heart. We can start with those and see where we go from there.” You nod along to his words, although you weren’t quite sure what he meant. “Let’s start with some basic stretches, they’ll help loosen up your muscles. Raise your right arm and lean your body to the left.”
You do as he says, lifting your arm and stretching your body across to the left side. Your eyes close once you feel your muscles pull but a light graze against your rib cage startles you. When you open your eyes, you see that he’s moved from in front of you to behind with his finger tips resting on your clothed skin.
“Just like this, but lean a little more.” His palms press against your side and adjust your positioning. He holds you in place for a few seconds before releasing his grasp and helping you repeat on the other side. “I can tell that you definitely don’t do this often.” He jokingly says as a way to break the tension within the air.
“Really? I thought you couldn’t tell...” You replied sarcastically and returned to your original position.
“Let’s try side lunges next. Bring the front half of your body down, like this...” His hands return to your waist and lower back, this time his grip is stronger as he motions you down. “Spread your legs apart and bend your left knee.” You comply while one of his hands trail to your inner thigh and lightly pull your legs apart. He’s quite tall, his figure casting a shadow over yours. His breath softly tickled the hairs on your exposed neck and caused goosebumps to erupt on your skin. “Am I making you nervous?”
“N- No, I’m fine… what makes you think that?” You snapped your head backwards to look at him, only then did you realize how close he was to your body. His chest was only a couple inches away from your back, so close that with every breath he took, you could feel the fabric of his hoodie rub against your skin. Jungkook’s lips curled into that same mesmerizing smile that pulled your soul closer to his, from this moment onward you were bewitched under his enticing spell.
“I don’t think you’ve paid attention to anything that I’m saying… you’re also trembling.” He pointed down at your shaky hands and you couldn’t help but let out a shy laugh.
“I guess I’ve been too focused on stretching…”
“I guess so too…” He backed away from your body and you could finally relax your muscles. “I’ll go over some cardio workouts we can try out together. We can start out at the basics and then move on after a few more days.”
Jungkook starts to name some exercises that you have never heard of, it’s easy to tell how engaged he is when talking about these types of things. Unfortunately for him, you were the opposite. In fact, if it wasn’t for the new abundance of male attention that you were receiving, you would’ve definitely asked Mina to cancel all of his future sessions. It was hard to explain, you weren’t interested in the activities but more so, him. You knew for sure that he was not an idiot, he also knew that you truly had no passion for anything that he was teaching you. Just like all the other women he would have as his “clients”, their only motivation to continue was because of him.
The light touches on your body were welcomed, as if he wanted to handle you with care. His fingers weren’t serpents lusting after your flesh, there was no sexual intent behind his actions. It was a change, which is why you never complained when his body came in contact with yours. This was your ‘comfort’ and proof that such a thing could exist after months of being used for someone else’s enjoyment. Slowly and gradually as the hours passed, you became more open. Only to an extent, but your new found interaction had awakened something inside of you that was lost for so long.
He was always patient with you and never felt any anger at each mistake you made. If anything was wrong, he was there to help. Whether he had to take care of other things or not, his attention always remained on you. At first, it was hard to believe — who could blame you for having doubts? — but it was quite easy to see how much care he had for you, even if you were merely a client. The self-esteem within your spirit that had been eroded by mistreatment and infidelity had begun to fill itself again and reminded you that you were still desirable and wanted by other people.
Finally, the two hours that you scheduled to have with him were up. You were barely covered in any sweat, mostly because you hadn’t tried as hard as you should’ve. Regardless, he seemed appreciative of your efforts and the change in your demeanor over such a short amount of time. He retrieved his things and headed for the front door, your feet hurriedly trailed behind him as he began to unlock it, for some reason he stopped in his tracks and turned around to face you.
“It was nice working with you… don’t be afraid to text me if you need anything, my phone is always open.” He bowed shyly to you once more after he spoke, his fingers clutched to the doorknob as if he never wanted to leave.
“Y- Yea, I definitely will…” Your hands went behind your back and clasped tightly together while you anxiously swayed your body.
“Hopefully, we get closer over time. I’m interested in getting to know you, (Y/N)… I’ll be heading out now.” He closed the front door behind him as he exited, you checked the lock on the door and peeked outside to see him walking towards his car.
As soon as his car left from outside your home, a thumping beat in your chest wouldn’t flee. It was hard to admit, but you wanted him to stay longer with you and give you the attention that you deserved. You wanted his presence around to break you from the dull life that you were plagued with. Whether or not he was your savior, you weren’t sure, but you were almost certain that he was an escape and an experience that you wanted more of. It was a common story line; a lonely housewife being enticed by another, more youthful man. It was hard for you to understand how weak your heart was, it only took one encounter for you to miss him.
The only way to solve your separation was to invite him over more, a quick solution – or so you thought. And that was exactly what you did, words couldn’t describe how happy Mina was when she heard the news. The sort of joy that left you feeling uneasy, but you pushed those emotions down as much as you could. She is your friend, one of your only friends, there was no way that she would betray you. It was hard to even picture such a scenario happening, her loyalty had cast away any doubts. You always had her pass on messages to him, she preferred things this way and you were too shy to do so. Nonetheless, you were grateful to give him a chance, even though you were still weary. Mina always said that it was nothing to worry about but you couldn’t help being careful around people because of your history, common sense had convinced you that it was something more. It was far too late to listen to it now…
It turned from once-a-week sessions to nearly every weekday. Two hours after Byung-Joo left the home, he was always on time. Showing up at your door and ready to give you the companionship that you desperately wanted. There was never a moment when he denied you of your feelings even if it was completely unprofessional at times. When you were too upset to workout because of your marital problems, he pulled you aside, brewed you warm tea, and offered helpful advice. When your husband spent a holiday away from you to have fun with other women, he showed up to your home with a bouquet of roses and a heartfelt poem about how much of a wonderful person you were. If only the two of you met before any of this happened, how happy you would’ve been to know someone like this. There wasn’t much that you could do for the time being, the withered silver band on your ring finger held you back from doing anything you would regret later.
It was quite cute to watch how nervous he would become whenever you expressed some interest in him. Even the slightest squeeze on his bicep and he would melt right in front of you, blushing heavily and timidly avoiding eye contact. Risqué clothing was another one of your fortes; presenting yourself to him in a tight black sports bra and shorts that clung to your ass perfectly. Jungkook tried his best to be a gentleman and not stare at your supple sweaty skin, only failing a few times. It could’ve been the innocent blush across his face whenever he noticed these things, always seeming as though he wanted to return the favor but never knowing how to.
At times he would lose focus, only for you to ask him if “everything was fine?” Almost as if you were completely nonchalant about your behaviors and didn’t realize the effect that you had on him. Of course, it was all intentionally done; watching him squirm around to control any of the demons inside of him from overflowing. Jungkook’s jaws would clench tightly and his eyebrows would furrow ever so often, a clear sign that whatever you had been doing to him was frustrating, and working in your favor. To feel genuinely adored, it was an intoxicating emotion and unfortunately, just like all the other times before, you were too greedy.
After another two hours of your relentless teasing, he decided to linger around your exercise room for a few extra minutes with no intention of leaving. It was another unexpected change, he stared around the room almost as if he wanted to be in your presence a few minutes longer and you finally realized that the feelings between the two of you were now mutual. For the whole session, he refused to leave your side, even if the workouts had now become easy for you to manage on your own. It was apparent that he had some thoughts running through his mind and you wanted to know desperately about them. He watched as you drank some cold water, a single drop trickled down your chin and to your cleavage, disappearing right before his eyes. You could sense his hungry gaze on your body and without thinking clearly, you uttered unimaginable words.
“It’s a shame that I’m married...” You said to yourself not knowing that he heard every single word that slipped out of your mouth.
“I’m glad we’re on the same page.” He mumbles under his breath, and just like him, you heard everything. At first, you were quite taken aback, but that all disappeared once you noticed how he spoke truthfully. “You’re a beautiful person, I wouldn’t want to intrude on your marriage.”
“It wouldn’t be intruding if we got to know each other…” You took a few brave steps closer to him until you were just inches away from his chest. His head lowers as if he’s in deep thought once again, divided on how he should react. A quick peek at your eyes and he wished he never looked as the most inviting gaze was cast upon his body. Finally, his hand firmly wraps around your arm and travels downwards until it reaches your fingers, he stays like this for a few seconds before responding.
“I thought you wanted to stay away from that.” The same infectious smile spread across his lips, a few strands of hair covered his eyes but showed enough for you to see him scanning over your exposed skin. Without realizing, your fingers intertwined with his own.
“Maybe I’ve changed my mind…” Suddenly, you broke your hold on his hand and exited the room, light but noticeable footsteps could be heard from behind you, not even caring that some of his things were still there. You stopped in front of your husband’s bedroom, which you tidied earlier today, and stared up at him while he still came to you as if he was a lost puppy. He knew the layout of your house pretty well, as you had given him a quick tour and access to some of your belongings yet he was unfazed when he noticed where you had stood in front of. “My two hours are up, you can leave if you want or… stay and give me some comfort…” Your body pressed against the hardwood door as you toyed with the doorknob, awaiting his answer.
“I’ll definitely stay…” Immediately after those words left his mouth, your lips collided with his as your arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders and neck to pull him close to your body. His fingers reached behind to unlock your husband’s door before raising you off the ground and taking you inside. A few seconds into the kiss, and you felt him gently place you on the bed before pulling away.
From the moment your lips met each other, you forgot about everything: the infidelity, your husband, his disappearing wealth, the possibility of divorce. It was almost like an escape from your troubling reality, a drug that you would soon be hooked on. Jungkook’s body hovered over yours briefly before you reached upwards and pulled him back towards you. His tongue licked the sweet lip gloss off your lips and begged for permission, which you happily gave. His sharp teeth sank into your moistened lips drawing blood as you winced in pain under him. His tongue excitedly explored every corner of your mouth, as he pulled away a string of saliva connected between the two of you before breaking. After some time, his lips moved from your own and traveled down to your exposed neck, peppering kissing along your soft skin. Occasionally, he would bite harshly until a metallic taste covered his tongue once again before sucking and ingraining marks on your neck. For a brief moment, you wondered how you would explain those to your husband but once you felt his wet tongue glide across an extremely sensitive part on your neck, you simply didn’t care anymore.
His fingers hook around the straps of your sports bra before eagerly pulling the material over your shoulders and tossing it on another part of the bed. During this, he broke the kiss for a few seconds as his tattooed hands wandered around every crevice of your exposed body. Gently squeezing and massaging your mounds in his large hands before stopping at your buds and lightly rubbing them between his fingers. Your hands left his shoulders and slipped under his fleece hoodie, delicately grazing over his sides and feeling his hardened abs. A light moan escaped from your mouth as you felt his fingers toy with your chest while his free hand tugs at the waistband of your shorts and underwear until both pieces of clothing are down your legs.
He softly pulls your legs apart, the cold air causes your sensitive core to shiver. You notice him pause for a few seconds to admire the sight in front of him before leaning his head downwards. A few kisses on your inner thigh was enough to cause a soft throb deep in your glistening entrance. The pads of his fingers draw small shapes on your skin, a clear sign that he’s taking his time and teasing you tremendously in the process. His thumb moves to the hood of your clit, rubbing it in a circular motion before finally pressing his tongue against your opening and dragging it across. Your fingers immediately tangle within his hair while your hips grind against his face, you push your head deeper into your husband’s pillow. The scent of his strong cologne is coated on it, a sense of guilt should’ve spouted from your spirit but it was absent – already fulfilled by another man.
His tongue glides across your folds a few more times while his thumb increases its pace. He glances upwards to gauge your reactions and once he sees the pure bliss on your face he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. The few moans that flew out of your lips were enough motivation for him to continue. He removed his thumb from your bud, you missed the motion but became relieved when he replaced it with his mouth. His tongue lapped over your sensitive clit, catching any of your essence that threatened to seep onto the bed sheets. Savoring your taste as if he had been longing to try; you had been too hypnotized by his tongue to notice two slender fingers pressing on your opening before plunging inside.
“O- Oh, Jungkook... Fuck!” Enveloping around your pearl as his fingers explore your wetness, searching for your most delicate areas. His teeth grazed along the skin of your folds and nipped at your bud once more as sinful moans spewed from your mouth, a reminder that you would be undone soon. He was quick to take notice of your clenching walls and dripping cunt, increasing the pace of his fingers. You could feel him smile against your heat as if pride had swelled within him.
“He never did this to you, I can tell...” His fingers brushed against your spot causing your back to arch while you squirmed around under him. Toes curling and fingers desperately trying to claw at whatever lay around the bed, he was somewhat amazed at how beautifully your body reacted to him. “That’s it, just relax... come for me, baby.” Soon, a foreign wave of heat pooled towards your lower stomach from his angelic voice. One last moan escaped from your mouth, his name, while his fingers helped you ride out your orgasm. Only time can tell how long it had been since you had someone else bring you over the edge.
There was something mysteriously empowering about having another person give you something that no one else has been able to provide. That must be the allure of infidelity; receiving pleasure from someone because your lover fails to do so on their own. This was the first time, but definitely not the last time, you had ever had an orgasm on this bed.
As your walls convulsed around him, a sticky clear substance coated them, something you hadn’t seen in a long time. Although the aftershocks still riddled your fragile body, you were still aware enough to notice him begin to peel his hoodie off his body. For a brief second, you were too enthralled by his toned biceps and spasming core to stop him. You sat up on the bed and reached out to grasp onto his arms before he could remove anymore clothing.
“N- No! Not here... not on his bed...” You weren’t sure where this sudden wave of guilt came from since you definitely hadn’t felt this way a few moments ago. Maybe you were too lost in the moment, but you couldn’t risk your husband finding out about this – not when your situation was dependent on his actions. Besides, too many bad memories and decisions had been made on this bed.
Jungkook seemed a little disappointed, perhaps thinking that you refused to continue committing sins with him. Yet his sadness diminished as he felt your arms wrap around his shoulders, instinctively his hands pulled your legs around his slim waist. He knew the layout of your home very well, even snooping around different rooms on his own merit, unbeknownst to him that you were aware of his behavior. He carried you bridal style to one of the few bathrooms that only you occupied. As your feet landed on the marble floor of your shower, you stared up at him in confusion.
“Why are we here?” You ask as he releases his hair from the tight bun and sheds off the rest of his clothing. Your eyes wander downwards on their own to his length while your face began to heat up, almost as if you’re too embarrassed to look. Only a meager glimpse, but you could tell for sure that he had surpassed any of your other partners which caught you quite off guard.
“He won’t notice anything in here... unless you want me to stop.” He paused in his tracks suddenly and awaited your response. In that space of time, you contemplated for a few seconds, was it really a crime for you to have fun on your own? Finally, you gave him a small nod before tugging him inside with you.
You turned on the shower, adjusting it a few times until warm water sprayed on your skin. With your back faced towards him his hands caressed your shoulders, trailing downwards until they reached your sides. He pulled your body towards him, having your bare skin brush against his chest, just as he had done the first day that you two met. The pads of his fingertips rubbed against you clit and spread your juices around your folds. Subconsciously, your head tilted to the side allowing him to lean down and press his lips on your wet neck. His hard member rubbed against your ass, trying to relieve himself with some friction against your skin.
Gently, he pushed you towards the tile wall until your back arched enough for him. His hands hold your hips in place and help you sink down onto his length. More impure language spewed from your mouth as warm water trickled on your back. Nails dug into your skin causing pain to erupt in those areas, he tried his best to hold back for as long as he could. There was nothing that would stop him from enjoying this moment; truthfully, all he wanted was you all for himself, from the moment he heard Mina mention you, an indescribable emotion flared up within him.
His hips rocked against you at a tender pace, unlike anything you had been used to before, allowing you to properly experience every inch of his thick cock. Jungkook tried to fight off any temptations to completely indulge in your body and fuck you any way that he wanted, but he was quite scared to do so; maybe you would run off in fear and never want to speak to him again. After all the work he had done and all the patience he had, he couldn’t let you slip away from him. His time was running thin, he didn’t know when he would lose his restraint. Endless teasing and light-hearted jokes to each other, everything had boiled over past the point of return. His length fit perfectly into your entrance, almost as if it had been made for you specifically.
“F- Faster..!” You managed to choke out after you became too used to the soft speed. His hips immediately began to quicken as soon as he heard your command. Breathy moans from the two of you echoed throughout the large bathroom accompanied by the sound of skin colliding with each other. Steam covered the glass doors but you weren’t sure if it was the immense body heat radiating or the temperature of the water.
His fingers harshly wrapped around your fragile neck and pulled your body to his. He tilted your face backwards until you could look upwards and see his eyes peering back at you. The water cascaded down your chest and wet his long hair. A few drops ran down his face while his mouth remained agape with each moan that came out of it. His fingers tightened on your neck but for some reason you didn’t mind, your thoughts became so hazy and soon it was even hard for you to breathe in any air. Deep down, he wished that you wouldn’t touch any of the bruises he made, he wanted Byung-Joo to see them all. He wanted it to be obvious, to any passerby or anyone else that knew your business, you might’ve had your husband’s last name but he was the only one that you belonged to.
Instinctively, your eyes clenched tightly together as his hips snapped deep thrusts into you. A familiar shallow breathing filled your ears and you could tell that he was quite close. His grip became weak and he could no longer keep his head up, instead nuzzling it in the crook of your shoulder as if he wanted to rely on you. It wasn’t much, but for some reason it felt quite intimate — surrendering his body to you, just as you did to him.
One final thrust and he swiftly pulled out of you just in time, still holding you close to him, and releasing his seed over your lower back and ass. It didn’t take long for the water to wash away all of it off your body. Silently, you prayed that all of your other acts would have disappeared along with it. Just as he said, there was no way that your husband would even realize.
Jungkook stayed like this for a few minutes, desperately holding onto you as if you would leave him. There was no possibility that you would do that, the only thing you yearned for was this sort of affection. Not someone who would leave your side the moment that their own needs were fulfilled, but someone who could keep you in their arms and show you love afterwards. He ushered you to turn around and face him: his hair had been drenched, droplets of water coated his skin while chest still rose and lowered. His lustful expression was now gone, replaced by a quite relieved and elated one. You smiled up at him, wanting to say more to him but not quite knowing exactly what to say.
Suddenly, he extended his arm outwards and hovered his hand over one of your breasts. Before you could question his behavior, he pressed his hand onto your mound. At first you thought he wanted to try for another round, but it was already too late for that. Only then did you realize that his hand remained deep enough to feel the quick pace of your heartbeat. You weren’t sure why, but you were compelled to do the same; your hand reached upwards and stopped at his pectoral before resting on the muscle and feeling another heartbeat as well. The rhythmic pulse on the two of you was nearly identical or unnaturally similar to the point that it frightened you. Pull away, you wanted to retreat but you were too bewitched to do so.
The steam of the shower and the heat from your love-making fogged the mirrors and the glass. Too cloudy for you to see and too dense for you to breathe. As your hands removed from each other, the room engulfed your spirit and the contents that wanted to spill out. Something had blossomed from this moment but you wouldn’t dare find out what it was.
It would be a lie for you to deny that you wanted it all to continue. You tried to keep yourself from doing such a thing but, alas, it was too difficult for you. It went on for weeks, each session would end in a round of a passionate love-making. At first it was discrete, only occurring in places where you were sure Byung-Joo would never notice, but your attempt at hiding it had disappeared along with your guilt. Even becoming daring enough to do unspeakable acts on his bed, only to change the sheets and freshen up the room to remove the sweet smell of sex. At some point, it became more obvious that you were now having an affair; from your sudden joyous behavior that replaced your usual frown, he had no clue. He would always return home with the same smell of lavender perfume and lipstick stains on his shirt, now hickies, bite marks, and bruises covered your skin and he seemed to have no care in the world.
If anything, he seemed more upbeat than usual. One night, you overheard him on the phone with one of his executives in his office. His desk was covered in bottles of opened alcohol, some had been empty, he wasn’t drinking out of sadness but more so because he was happy. He mentioned that the company had finally began to improve again, only God knows how since he was on the brink of bankruptcy months ago. Finally after a financial drought, he managed to concur enough funds and make a few successful business deals. He spent the whole night in his office, not even bothering to share the good news with you. In fact, you had barely seen him for the past few days. Only having quiet meals together, that was the only ‘time’ spent between the two of you. If it wasn’t for Jungkook, you would’ve surely went insane by now.
After one round of intimacy, you two cuddled up together on your husbands mattress, ruining the brand new sheets that you put on earlier that day. A few minutes passed and you decided to break from his hold and exit the room, only to return later with a few drinks in your hands. Jungkook sat up in the canopy bed and admired your naked figure before taking a tulip glass and pouring himself some exotic champagne. You returned to his warm body with your own glass of the fizzy liquid and rested your head on his shoulder.
“For someone that’s had things given to them, you have a hard time being grateful...” He said as he sipped his drink, his hand rested on your head and massaged your temple.
“People with everything are never the happiest.” Your body relaxed into his own, the faint sound of his beating heart was enough to lull you to sleep.
“So tell me, how did you even end up here? You’re young and he’s well... old.” He let out a quiet chuckle as if he was joking, but you knew better, he was genuinely curious about your history.
“I was young and dumb. I still am, actually. If it wasn’t obvious already, it’s a shitty marriage. He left his poor wife to be with me and the funny thing is now I’m in her shoes.” You could feel his body shift under yours, he was quite shocked to hear your revelation.
“You mean he’s cheating on you?”
“Yes... some bitch that I don’t know. Who cares anyways?” Untangling your arms from his body, you pulled away and sat up next to him. “I know my life is already screwed, I don’t have anyone... I gave up so many things and upset people, especially my family. They were so ashamed of me... I haven’t spoken to them since the wedding...” A years worth of tears began to cascade down your face after being held inside for so long. His arms pulled your body back to his and trapped you in a warm embrace. “They just look down on me like I’m a money-hungry bloodsucker... I never had the courage to tell anyone the truth.”
“Don’t say those things, there are people that care about you... Mina and I, we’re your friends, we would never betray you.” His thumb wiped the tears away from your cheeks. “What happened?”
“He used to be my boss and, at first it was bearable, but then he started taking advantage of me and touching me in places I never felt comfortable with. I didn’t know who to tell and I didn’t want to be fired. It was a rough time for me, I needed the money so I stayed. One night, he proposed that he would pay me more under the condition that we had relations outside of work. I didn’t think he meant much, so I agreed. I know I’m an idiot for going along with it. People don’t realize that I felt hopeless at the time and made decisions that I thought wouldn’t be any harm...”
“It’s not entirely your fault but you should’ve reported him to the authorities and quit. You can always divorce him, just leave him. Look at all the pain he’s caused. You have me, I can take care of you.”
“N- No. That’s not a good idea...” For the first time, he was able to fully reveal his feelings about you only for you to crush his confidence and reject him. Jungkook pulled away from you in disbelief and you begin to miss his touch.
“What do you mean?”
“I’m not as low as him. A relationship with you wouldn’t be healthy...” It was a harsh reality to admit but you were afraid of the complications from being in an entanglement with him.
“Am I a bad person? One thing I know is that I’ve done more for you than he has in a year.”
“That’s not what I mean... Look, Jungkook, you’re an amazing person but I just don’t want to make things harder for me. You can understand that, right?” His face contorted in an unrecognizable look of disappointment and anger, surely one of the only times he’s ever made you feel scared.
“I thought you had self-respect but you’re no better than him. What does he have that I don’t? This whole time, you’ve just used me. You’ve used him too... I can’t help you if you won’t even help yourself.”
“You wouldn’t understand, I’m sorry. It’s best if we stop doing this. I think you should leave...”
“I was already planning on doing that.” He rose off the bed and quickly dressed himself before leaving the room, you didn’t bother showing him the exit since he already knew where to go.
It was supposed to a no-strings-attached sort of arrangement. You weren’t meant to have feelings for him and he was held under the same expectations. But why did you feel a heavy pain in your chest when he was no longer beside you? Why did you miss having his arms wrapped around your body? Those feelings only deepened when you heard his car drive away into the night, far away from where he needed to be.
For the rest of the day, Jungkook’s words replayed in your mind. Maybe it was his absence that was truly impacting you, there was no other explanation for how disturbed you felt. The same routine happened again today; you made Byung-Joo breakfast, tidied the house, and found some activities to do that could fill your time until he came home. Until the past few days, Jungkook was not present and your heart felt empty, as if something had been ripped away from you. The suffocating silence within the house was enough to drive you mad but now that you didn’t have a single soul here with you, it had become much worse. Your demons of shame and guilt spread throughout your body and nearly consumed you whole; just as he said, you didn’t care about your husband at all and only the numbers in his bank account. The only thing that he was wrong about was you using him, in fact, you had now depended too much on him. Today was the day you would try to fix your problems.
The night came rather quickly, darkness covered most of the home. His dinner had been plated and left on the dining table along with your own. He unlocked the front door and was greeted by the fresh aroma of a home-cooked meal. For the first time in a while, he arrived home quite early and seemed to be in distress. He noticed you in the kitchen but didn’t greet you, instead he threw his briefcase on the ground by the door and hastily walked over to the dining table. You made his favorite dish, it was the last time he would have the pleasure of eating it. Byung-Joo sat in the chair directly across, and farthest, from you. Soon, you joined him at the table and watched as he feasted.
“Who is she?” You suddenly asked, this was the first time you and your husband had exchanged words in the past few days. To your surprise, there was no perfume scent on his clothes or lipstick stains on his clothes.
“Who are you talking about?” He stopped and stared back at you, it was easy to notice that his own demons were starting to show in him as well.
“The woman you’ve been sleeping with. Or is the better question who are they?”
“How did you find o- out?” Byung-Joo stumbled over his words as if he was drunk, but there was something definitely off. Usually if you spoke this way, he would curse at you and maybe even threaten to hit you, but now he remained still and frightened.
“I’ve known for a long time, I’m not dumb. Let me guess, you’re going to wander off and leave me for her?” He peered up at you wide-eyed and like a deer headlight, he had a secret and it was only a matter of time before it was revealed. “You look like you have something to say, you might as well tell me before I found out.”
“She’s pregnant.” He waited for you to respond but you simply had nothing to say, he decided to cheat and it was his own fault for creating another problem.
“You should gather the divorce papers and take care of your problem, I’m done.” His pleas for you to stay went unnoticed, you gathered all of your prepacked belongings and headed straight for the front door.
You hurriedly walked towards your car before unlocking the driver’s door and climbing inside. Everything happened unexpectedly, you weren’t sure what to do. There was no cash on you meaning that you would have to sleep-over at someone’s house for the night, there was no way that you were staying anywhere near Byung-Joo’s home. There were only two options for where you could possibly go, and you were quite certain that one of those individuals wanted nothing to do with you. You pulled out your phone and began to dial Mina’s number, praying that she would answer. As soon as you heard her familiar voice on the other end you let out a sigh of relief.
“Mina, it’s me. Listen, I just told him I wanted a divorce. I walked out of his house but I have no where to go, can I stay over? Just for tonight.” You frantically said on the other end, hoping that she would have some mercy on you.
“(Y/N), I’d love to but I’m really busy right now. I have some family business to handle, I’m really sorry...”
“Please, Mina! I already told Jungkook to leave me alone, he won’t want to see me...”
“Speaking of him, he wanted to apologize for saying those things yesterday and getting upset. He really misses you, (Y/N). I think you should give him a chance once the divorce has been finalized.”
“He told you everything that happened?”
“Yes, he did. I hope that’s not a problem for you. We’re quite close and share things with each other.” Although you wanted to ask her more questions, you did not have much time to chat with her on the phone and you desperately wanted to be far away from your husband.
“Fine, it’s alright. Just send me his address, I guess we’ll talk later.” She said her goodbyes before hanging up the phone. A few minutes later and she text you his residence along with some other details that you didn’t have time to read.
You switched the ignition of your car on before beginning your journey to his home. Along the way, you weren’t sure how you would ask him to let you spend the night. He might have felt upset, just as Mina said, but you were ready to prepare yourself to sleep in your car if it ever came down to that.
His neighborhood was definitely similar to your own, you pulled up into an empty parking space and parked near a small home that was supposedly his. When you looked into his home, you noticed that his car had not been parked inside his driveway. You pulled out your phone once again and dialed his number, he answered the phone surprisingly quick and greeted you.
“Hey, it’s me... Um, Mina gave me your address. I got into some problems I was wondering if I could spend the night?”
“Yea, sure... but I’m not home. I’m only a few blocks away. You’ll see me when I’m there, I need to hang up for now.”
After a few minutes of waiting, you heard the sound of a horn in your direction. His familiar car came into view, you could recognize it from miles away since you had spotted it out of your bedroom window many times before. He pulled into his driveway and parked his car. As he stepped out of the vehicle, you noticed that he was dressed in all black, even wearing a dark face mask that covered more than half of his face. He wore his long hair down and had his hoodie on, both covering his eyes. You stepped out of your car and waved to him, an uncontrollable smile spread across your face; there you were, smiling like an idiot in front of him. As you walked closer to him, it was easier to make out his appearance.
“That’s a little odd to wear at night, you look like you’re about to steal something...” You joked to which he just laughed, in an uncomfortable manner.
“Don’t think too much about it... Let me take you inside.” He unlocked his front door and escorted you inside. His home was small, at least in comparison to your house, but still decorated quite well. It gave you a familiar, homey-feel like you had been to this place before. You hadn’t even made your way into the whole home before you realized that the whole house mirrored yours, it wasn’t perfect but it was obviously inspired by your home. He motions you to sit on the couch in his living room, almost the same color as the couch in your living room. “So, what brings you here at this hour?”
“I listened to your advice. I’m sorry for being stubborn...” Admitting your faults was harder than you imagined it to be, but still you wanted to find some closure. “I left him, just like you said. After thinking about things, I realize now that I do have feelings for you. It’s not sexual, it’s something deeper than that. It was weird, it started from the minute I saw you...” It was hard for him to hide his eager smile; of course he would be happy, this was exactly what he wanted. His hand rested on top of yours, gently caressing your soft skin.
“I wasn’t expecting that, I thought you still hated me...” The truth was that he knew you would come running back to him, even if he had to pull a few strings to get things his way.
“I never hated you, how could I? If it wasn’t for you, I’m not exactly sure where I would be right now.”
“I’m happy to hear that... You know, now that you’re not tied to him, why don’t we try something? We can go out for drinks tomorrow and you can stay here as long as you’d like.”
“I’d love to do that but I still have to figure out some stuff first. My things are still at his place, I have to get our divorce papers ready, I might have to hire a lawyer-”
“I don’t want you talking about him again.” His grip on your hand tightens and leaves indents on your skin, the smile he once had wavered. “He’s in the past now. Only focus on me, okay?” You simply nodded along to his request, it was odd, but you weren’t sure how else to respond to him.
His hand reached to the back of your neck, pulling you closer to his face. Jungkook leaned down and planted a kiss on your forehead before placing another kiss on your lips. Different than any of the others he’d given you, this one contained nothing but desperation and a desire for you to open yourself up to him. He deepened the kiss, roughly invading and fighting to control you whilst you submitted to every touch he brought to your body. He gently pushed your body until you rested on the couch. His hands held tightly on your wrists, forcing them above the sides of your head, only pulling away to admire your helpless body. Soon, you were too enchanted by his spell to notice any other warnings that night.
A warm yet soft duvet covered your naked body as the morning light glared through his windows. You glance around the room, thinking at first it was your own room and the events of last night were all a dream, yet, something was off. The size of the room was smaller but the comforter and even the window blinds were an exact replica of your own bedroom at Byung-Joo’s home. You looked down at your body once more and each detail came flooding back. This was Jungkook’s home, so why was every single area of the room a reminder of your own? As usual, you two made love that night. Looking back at it now, you should’ve rejected his advances from the beginning. Your mind became so hazy, you couldn’t focus on anything; the only thing you could think about was him, pleasing him.
Your clothes were scattered throughout the room, every piece of clothing had been tossed on flooring that looked just like yours. You rose off of the bed and hastily put on each of the materials before opening the bedroom door. The scent of coffee and breakfast from the kitchen filled the whole living room. Jungkook sat on the couch playing a mobile game on his phone, his food rested on his coffee table alongside your own plate and a cup of coffee. The moment he heard the door shut behind you his head snapped backwards and lit up when he saw you come out of the room. He immediately came off of the couch and pulled you into a long embrace.
“You’re finally awake, I made you some breakfast.” He proudly pointed towards the coffee table expecting you to be amazed at his cooking skills but all you did was shove him away from you.
“It’s fine, I’ll pick up something to eat after I come back.” You tried to walk past him but his threatening voice stopped you in your tracks.
“Where are you going?” He reached out to hold onto your arm but you pulled away just before he could.
“I already told you, I have to go back home and speak to Byung-Joo.”
“I thought I told you not to say his name anymore.”
“Jungkook, he’s still my husband until all the paperwork is filed. I need to go back and get some things.” His irritated expression instantly began to soften, like a realization came to his mind. He took a step backwards and returned to his seat on the couch.
“You’re right. Go ahead. You did leave him a little heartbroken last night.”
“Alright... I’m leaving now.” He didn’t do much except smile smugly up at you. It caught you quite off-guard since he was always persistent in having you listen to him but he gave up quickly.
You quickly left the strange environment, a certain aura in the air left you feeling quite uneasy. As you drove back to your husband’s home, your body refused to shake that strange feeling. There was something that he knew and refused to tell you, why else would he let you leave without challenging you first? It was all too much to think about, you were already stressed about your encounter with him and didn’t want any more things to worry about. When you arrived at the large-scale property, you noticed that his car was still in the driveway. In fact, all the lights had been left on just as they had been last night.
You entered the home, tip toeing your way inside. The faint smell of your dinner still saturated the air inside. Your untouched dinner and his partially eaten meal were still in the dining room, he’s really too much of a slob to clean up his own food? Eerily quiet, the only sound you could hear was your soft footsteps against the hardwood floor. Maybe he was in his bedroom? Or busy in his study? None of those possibilities seemed logical, he always went to work around this time. He was probably drunk in the kitchen, where he stored all of his alcoholic drinks. You walked towards the direction of the kitchen until you saw a hand in your peripheral vision. You were right, he was passed out drunk again, just as he did many times and you began to walk closer to him.
The sound of wet yet thick liquid broke you from your thoughts. A glance downwards and crimson puddle was the only thing you could see. The blood trailed downwards until it reached his lifeless corpse. Your eyes widened in horror yet no sounds came from your mouth, a few more cautious steps away from his body and your stomach began to churn. A deep gaping hole had been cut through his chest, breaking right through his rib cage. His body was perfectly intact excluding the fact that he had been missing his heart. His veins had been cut through, blood still oozed out from the opening. Usually tan and vibrant skin had turned into a ghostly blue pigment, all the live was drained from his body and onto the ground.
You were frozen, unsure what to do when a sudden call broke you from your thoughts. Jungkook’s caller ID showed on your screen and you wasted no time trying to answer it. His frantic voice echoed through the speaker, he sounded as if he was somewhere outside.
“(Y/N)! You have to come quick, it’s urgent!” He said before hanging up the phone on you. You were conflicted; would you leave your already dead husband’s side or run home to Jungkook? Without much thought, you began to walk toward the exit of the door, making sure the wipe his blood off of your sneakers as you left.
Exiting his home as if nothing had ever happened and entering your car to drive back. You didn’t know why you left him there, he was already dead anyways, there was nothing for you to reep from him anymore. He was simply of no value, only to the insects that would feast on his decomposing body. As you reached Jungkook’s home again, you walked passed his car, clearly seeing the red spots on his driver’s seat. Air hitched inside your throat, you didn’t want to believe it so you kept walking. He opened the door and pulled you inside once he saw you park by his home.
There was nothing urgent about his demeanor, he seemed very relaxed once he saw you. Your eyes finally noticed a strange, barely visible red stain on his clothing. He started to speak but suddenly stopped once he noticed you staring at his attire, he looked down at the spot and a quiet menacing laugh flowed through his throat.
“Ah, you noticed… I guess I should’ve changed out of these before you came home.”
“W- What is that?” You took a few steps away from him as he watched how frightened you became.
“His blood.” He said in the most passive tone. There was no way, he had been with you the whole night until the early morning. You didn’t want to believe but it was right in front of your eyes. “I killed him this morning when you were sleeping.” You wanted to run out of the house, but it was too late. “Don’t be scared, I did it for you… he’s gone now, he won’t hurt your feelings anymore.” He tried to reach out to you but you flinched and took more small steps away from him, in fear that you were next.
“Don’t touch me, you’re fucking crazy, I’m calling the c- cops!” You fumbled through your pockets for your phone until he started speaking again.
“Your fingerprints are all over the house, you were the only other person that was with him. I won’t defend you if you call them.” Jungkook’s eyes trained on your movements, there was no point in calling the police since you were an immediate suspect. “I don’t think you ever loved him, I’m sure if you had the chance you would’ve killed him already. Some wives are willing to do that, you know? Some are cold blooded murderers.”
“No! That’s not true, I- I do care about him! I wouldn’t have killed him..!” You brazenly lied to him, you weren’t ashamed but all you could thing about doing was defending yourself as much as you could.
“Why did you leave him this morning? You came running home to me when he was bleeding out on the floor… try explaining that to the detectives. It won’t be hard to frame you.” Jungkook stretched his hand out, hoping that you would accept it. When your skin came in contact, he drew your body closer to his. “I can help you if you trust me, I can keep you safe.” He took your silence as an acceptance of his offer. “Look at this.”
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a bloodied plastic bag. His fingers grasped around the object in the bag that was none other than Byung-Joo’s heart. Blood covered his hands and dripped onto the floor, some even stained your clothes. He brought the organ up to your face for you to see how disgusting it was, you nearly vomited at the metallic scent. He held it as if it was some sort of offering or even a prize; a trophy to show that he won over his conquest. For some reason, you wanted to hold it, but the little morality left in your being stopped you.
“His heart died a long time ago, along with his love for you.” He pointed to a blackened part of the flesh that already seemed to be rotting away. “It was still beating when I ripped it out.”
“Why are you showing this to me? Why did you do that?”
“He was hurting you, I didn’t know what else to do. Stress is terrible for your body.” He placed the organ in his other hand as red liquid dripped down his tattooed arm. He brought his fingers to your cheek, smearing the substance on your skin as he massaged it gently. “I can fix that, my love has always been good for your heart.”
Heyy im glad to see you're back !! Can I have a smut with Jungkook where basically they're all over each other and it's so amazing that they both pass out and jk is the narrative pov and he explains how he never experienced that ? He's like so sexually attracted to yn ? PLSS 😭🖤
⋆ㅤmature content [ 18+] minors dni.
word count: 765.
note: sorry this took me so long and omgggg i'm falling asleep 😴 pls enjoy and excuse any mistakes i made. koonight ! <3
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jungkook didn’t expect this to happen, truly, he didn’t see it coming. one second he was dancing with you, his year-long crush, and now he’s fucking you stupid against the wall. how did that happen? who knows, but he’s not gonna complain about it.
“been wanting this for so long,” he whispers in your ear. the way your thighs shake around his waist boosts his ego, fucking up into you faster if that's even possible. “you’re so fucking hot, so fucking perfect.”
he can feel you everywhere; your nails digging on his back, your hot breath hitting his neck where you’re hiding your face, your tight cunt swallowing his cock and make it nearly impossible to thrust in. he’s hypersensitive. he can feel the goosebumps on your skin, the small hairs on your legs, your waist, and your arms standing up as his hips slam against the back of your thighs, his pubic bone rubbing on your almost-neglected clit. he can practically hear how you’re trying to choke down your moans, how you’re trying to shove them down your throat, but they keep coming out despite your efforts.
“feels good doesn’t it?” his voice comes out raspy, an airy laugh escaping his lips when he sees you nod enthusiastically, your eyes closed as you bite down your bottom lip. “should’ve done this a long time ago, don’t you think? should’ve let me show you i’m the only one who can fuck this pussy right.”
the way you're clenching around his throbbing cock is driving him absolutely insane. the only sounds he can hear are your sweet moans, the ragged breathing getting stuck in your chests, the clapping sounds of your bodies colliding, and the squelching noises your wet cunt makes every time his cock bottoms out. his thighs burn with exertion, but he's too desperate to bring you both to what seems to be an earth-shattering orgasm to stop for a break.
“your pussy is mine now, understood?” he growls while looking at your fucked-out face. he looks down to see your tits bouncing in sync with his thrusts, wanting nothing more but to suck on your puffy nipples and play with the soft flesh the way he never thought he'd be able to. “am i fucking you that good? hmm? nod your fucking head if you understand.”
you let out complete nonsense, whining and nodding helplessly. you look so good like this, all to himself, moaning his name and grabbing his biceps to anchor yourself. you’re his dream come true.
for a second he loses his balance, hands flying to grab your thighs and pushing you harder against the wall to stop yourselves from falling. his body begins to feel heavier and heavier, his head spins and that almost scares him. at this point, he’s fucking you automatically, forcefully pushing his cock in and out of your cunt as it gets harder for him to move. your voice begins to feel distant as if he’s suddenly losing his hearing as his touch sense gets stronger.
he’s almost resting his entire weight on you, ruthlessly moving his hips, practically humping you like a wild animal. you’re shaking, and he's aware that he might be saying something, but his ears are deaf to the words he's saying. all he knows is that he's about to explode any second now.
your pussy begins to clench spasmodically around his sensitive cock, and that’s when you’re both reaching your orgasms at almost the same time. your cunt holds a tight grip on him as he spills spurts of hot cum right into your womb. that would worry him if it wasn't for the fact that all of his senses seem to fail him at the same time. your bodies fall to the floor with a hard thud as neither of you can stand on your feet any longer.
he doesn’t know how long it takes him, but it's the fast beating of your heart that finally wakes him up, pushing his body to the max to roll both of you over so you’re laying on the ground facing each other. he notices your eyes are still closed as his senses begin to finally come alive, allowing him to clearly hear the sound of your ragged breaths and feel the sting of the scratches you left on his back.
right when he’s about to worry that you’re not showing any signs of being alive, you open your eyes.
“fuck, did we really pass out?” you whisper, looking at him incredulously and making you both laugh. “holy shit.”
Tonight was the night.
You had been waiting anxiously for weeks and now after countless begging sessions, a dozen promises, and an untold amount of concession, Namjoon was finally letting you have a girls-night-out.
It was extremely rare that you were allowed to go out on your own in any circumstance, but Joon letting you go clubbing in the city and letting you spend the night in a hotel was truly a miraculous occurrence. Although the only reason that he let you discuss it in the first place was due to his guilt over the full moon freakout he had two months ago, where you ended up getting hurt. But the more you pushed what you wanted to do, the more his penitence waned. Which meant, that during the entire negotiation period he made it clear over and over that this was a one-time thing, and you could never ask for it again.
So contrary to what he made you promise and in opposition to what you knew was smart, you planned to enjoy yourself to the fullest, without letting any restrictions get in the way of your night of freedom.
Before you left, Namjoon had thoroughly run through your rules with all of your friends. However, out of a group of 5 girls, the 4 humans don't fully understand his position as Alpha, as your mate, or why he is so domineering with you. While they all agreed to his face, in secret you knew that they were happy to help you have your evening of rebellion, and disregard his instructions. The only wolf girl to tag along, Rose, fulfilled Joon's requirement to have a pack member with you. However, she wasn't exactly the brightest girl. Which would make it easy enough to trick her into letting you get around the rules.
For example; Namjoon picked out the dress you could wear. An ugly black thing that even nuns would consider too conservative. However, if your friend, who happened to be good with a needle and thread, were to shorten the dress and reshape it a little, then clearly you were still wearing the dress he chose.
And seeing as Namjoon told you that you were only allowed three drinks tonight, you would simply have the bartender pour two double long island iced tea into a pint glass. That only counts as one drink, right?
With all of your alterations to his orders, you and your friends get off to an awesome start to the night, filled with unrepressed fun and independence.
However, at the club and on your third drink of the night, things start to take a turn for the worse. Quickly you realize that how much you used to be able to drink and what your tolerance was now, were two completely different levels.
You're not sure if any of the girls noticed how you abruptly went from drunk to blackout. But you're guessing not, because, through the haze and patches of your memory, you can't find them anymore. Left alone to stagger through the crowd, intoxication and the disorientation become overwhelming.
One minute you remember stumbling back from the bathroom, being assaulted by the bass-heavy thumping of the music while looking for your friends, and the next thing you know you're pressed up against the wall in the corner of the club with hands running over your body and a strangers tongue in your mouth.
Your eyes are unable to focus, the room is spinning, and your body is feeling airy and detached. You're way too drunk and not fully cognizant of what is happening. But the kissing feels good, and so you thoughtlessly let it happen.
That is until you feel a blunt pressure pushing inside you. A sensation between your thighs that so explicitly reminds you of Namjoon. Making you realize what you're actually doing and how much you've screwed up.
You don't even have the sense to know what body part, or what object is being inserted into you, you only know you want it to stop. Your mind starts to race and you try to push the blurred image of a man away from you. Your vision is choppy, and the flashing lights distort it further so you can't see his face, but you feel his weight holding you against the wall.
"Stop," you yell, unable to hear your own voice over the blaring music.
You shove your forearms
elbows against his chest but he refuses to move. Leaning over you, smothering you into the wall. His hand coming out from under your dress, instead, covers your mouth. Using it to hold you still as he rubs his crotch on you. Grinding and dry-humping into your pelvis.
Again, he tries to push his tongue into your mouth, but you shake your head. Still weakly smacking and pounding his chest, your limbs feeling limp. Though, no matter how groggy you feel or how useless it seems, you don't stop for a moment.
Unsure if it's because of your fight or if he just gave up, but ultimately he lets you go.
Unbalanced and tripping you push against his chest until you completely get away from him. Wandering aimlessly through the sea of faceless people, you start to cry. You're feeling gross and violated and vulnerable. You can't take care of yourself right now. You need Namjoon. He wouldn't have let you get this wasted. He wouldn't have let this guy anywhere near you.
You don't think to look for any of your friends. You don't think to collect your jacket. You have the strap of your clutch still tightly fixed around your wrist, and that's enough.
Blindly trudging out of the club and down the street, you have no idea where you are or where you're going. You feel like such an idiot for letting yourself get this drunk. You've fucked up so badly. He is going to hate you.
Walking with seemingly determined steps through the dark, you keep going until you can no longer hear the sounds of the distorted music. Feeling too tired and your feet being too sore, you come to a stop on a desolate street, resting on a curb.
You're totally lost. You need to call Namjoon! You want him to come and get you.
Pulling out your phone, the first thing you notice is a 5% power warning pop up on your screen that is clearly from a while ago because your phone is actually on 3%. You had taken so many photos tonight that you easily drained the battery.
With the lights on your phone blurring and stretching, it takes you a bit too long before you manage to dial him. Thankfully it only rings twice before he picks up.
"Did you already get back to the hotel safely?" He asks, referencing your 3 am curfew and your promise to call him when you got in.
Forgetting your initial reasoning for calling him, your emotional, guilt-ridden mind spits out a half-formed, intoxicated, jumble of words.
"I didn't mean to." You bawl, heavily slurring your words, "I-I-it wasn't- I only had three drinks-but, I didn't mean to-"
"Y/n, where are you?" Namjoon demands, immediately alarmed.
"I don't know- I don't know where I am. The club was too loud. So I did- and I didn't, and I don't know. But I didn't mean to. I promise." You keep going, crying the same incoherent points over and over until you finally notice that there is no answer. Your phone has died.
Continuing to sob, you resign to your place on the ground. Right now you can barely stand and have no concept of your surroundings. You're nearly falling asleep, absolutely freezing, and you're unable to piece together a clear line of thought. Your only plan of action is to wait here until you sober up enough to find your way back to the hotel.
But after hours, or maybe only minutes, you hear your name being called from a distance. Looking up, Rose is shouting for you, running at you in a frenzy. Even in your state, you can see the panic and fear in her eyes as she looks you over. Inspecting to see if you have been hurt in any way.
"Luna, are you okay?!"
"Where's Namjoon?" you blubber.
"Why did you leave? You were supposed to stay with the group!" she chastises, lifting you up.
"I want Namjoon," You whine. You can hardly stand straight without her helping you but you keep pulling to get away from her. "No! Not suppos't touch me!" you yell, slapping her hands.
"Wait. What is this?" she pulls at your neckline with rapidly rising panic. "Is this a hickey?!" she shrieks, "Please tell me this is from the Alpha!" her eyes are wide, her breath getting shallow.
You break into another mess of tears and an endless cycle of
rambling. Trying to explain that you didn't mean to let him kiss you, that he didn't let you go, and that you didn't want him to touch you. But it is not remotely as coherent as that. Ending with a garbled, sobbed plea for her to keep this secret from Namjoon.
Forgetting the other girls, she practically carries you back to the hotel. The whole while checking on your wellbeing, trying to give you water. Apologizing over and over. For what though, you're not sure. The last thing you remember is reaching your hotel room, and falling onto the bed.
Waking a few hours later confused and distressed, you're feeling horribly ill. You don't remember most of the night after a certain point. Only foggy visions of dancing, walking the streets with Rose, bits and pieces of being assaulted, and kicking your shoes off when you came into the hotel. Everything in between is a fleeting blur.
On the bed beside you, there is a towel and a bucket set up. And Rose is sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall watching you. Looking like she hasn't slept.
Right away the guilt and the shame and the worry sets in.
"H-" you start, interrupted by a sudden involuntary gag. You curl over the side of the bed, grateful for her forethought, and spew into the bucket. Reactively she comes to your side and gathers up your hair, tying it back for you as you retch and cough up vomit for a few minutes.
Your body is hammering head to toe in pain and nausea. Both from the alcohol and the regret.
Holding out a glass of water for you, she looks exhausted. You feel terrible for what you've put her through, the kind of position you've put her in. Rinsing your mouth and spitting it into the bucket, you drop back into the bed.
You don't know what you are supposed to do now? You can only pray that Namjoon never finds out. You can't imagine what he might do. Not just to you, in fact, you know he won't hurt you.
But that guy- he deserves to have his head knocked in. He deserves to be arrested. But you don't know that he deserves to die.
And what he might do to Rose...
No. He can't find out.
"Did you speak to Joon?" you ask, your throat scratchy.
Her head hangs low, her eyes getting watery and you know at once it's too late. She's already told him. "He'll be here shortly," she whispers.
Your heart bashes against your ribs. Namjoon isn't going to see shades of grey. Only black and white. Right and wrong. Innocent and guilty. You getting hurt while one of his wolves was supposed to be watching you, he isn't going to forgive that.
"You have to go. You can't be here when he arrives." You're breathing heavily.
She doesn't say anything, only glancing up at you with a sorrowful expression. If she told him everything, you both know this is going to be so bad.
"Please," you entreat her to reconsider. To get to safety. But you know she won't. He would have told her to stay with you. And if she disobeys her Alpha now-
Sliding back onto the floor she sits in the same place. Her head rested on her curled up knees.
"Please rest, Luna," The undeserved risk you've put her in is making your headache even more.
Breaking through the anxious silence between the two of you, there is a knock on your hotel door. Shooting up in bed, your eyes dart to Rose who scrambles to her feet. Rushing down the hall out of view.
Hearing the opening and slamming of the door, there are heavy steps that advance into the room. Rose retreating backwards, she doesn't dare to look away from Namjoon who stalks towards her.
"Quiet!" He bellows and even you can feel the shift in the air from his energy.
Falling to her knees she instinctively submits. Her head low. A visible shake running through her.
His focus snapping to you, the cold, harsh look on his face melts away, replaced with distress and concern. His entire demeanour softening.
"Oh, beautiful," He coos, reacting to your ragged state. "What did you do to yourself?" Coming by your side he sits next to you on the bed, gently stroking your head. He runs his hand through the flyaways of your hair, sympathy pooling in
his eyes. "Are you okay?"
This is so wrong.
He can't be this compassionate to you, but so aggressive to her. It was your idea. You're the one to blame for breaking the rules, for getting yourself drunk, and running off. Not her. But yet she's the one in danger.
You can't stand it.
"Joon, I'm sorry. It was all my fault," you whisper, your lip quivering.
"No, baby, no," he shushes you. His fingers tenderly caressing your cheek. "It's my fault. I never should have let you go without me." He misses your meaning. Sweeping your ponytail back, he's looking you over lovingly.
A tear builds on your waterline and rolls down your cheek. The pity in his voice is hard to take. It's making you feel awful. And helpless. You don't want his comfort, you just want him to show mercy.
But he just keeps looking at you like you're made of glass. When suddenly his gaze hardens fixing on your neck, tugging at the collar of your hoodie.
Your breathing becomes strained, realizing that you forgot about the marks! You wrap your hand over the spot, but it's useless, his eyes turn pure amber. Glowing with intensity. His face filling with rage. You're not sure if he knew about the bruises, but seeing any physical evidence or marks on you was always going to send him over the edge.
Letting loose a ferocious roar, he stands, charging at the knelt wolf. Her hands spring to her head in a feeble attempt at defence, but it isn't nearly enough. With a hollowing thud, the Alpha swings his fist into her face. Driving her into the carpet.
"Namjoon! No!" you screech. Slapping your hand over your mouth in shock.
Clamping around Rose's throat he drags her up, slamming her back into the wall, a sickening smack echoing through the room as her head makes contact with the brick. His loose hand repeatedly striking her face.
Mortified by his savagery, tears start to wash down your face. You can't do anything. If you try to intervene and accidentally get hurt, it's only going to make everything worse.
Holding her weight off the floor, his cuspids protrude, his claws tearing into the sides of her throat. Her limbs hanging as she chokes, Rose puts up no resistance to Namjoon slowly squeezing the life out of her.
"Find him. And I might just kill him instead of you," he snarls. His voice distorted, sounding nightmarish and otherworldly.
Hurling her into the floor, you can hear the brutal impact of her chest slamming against the ground. Even bloodied and beaten, Rose is still beholden to her primal instincts and bends her knee. Genuflect, even as she struggles to inhale, waiting on his order to leave.
"Go." He growls. Barely containing himself.
Painfully getting upright, she uses all of her strength to flee from the enraged Alpha. Without hesitation running from the room.
Whether it's the hangover, the cruel display of violence, or the horrendous consuming remorse, a forceful wave of nausea hits you and you lurch over the side of the bed, dry heaving into the bucket. Puking up the last remnants of liquid from your stomach.
Responding to your need, Namjoon's anger extinguishes with empathy. Returning to his place on the bed beside you. Rubbing soothing circles over your back while you cling to the bucket. "Oh, Y/n. My poor little mate."
Your stomach eventually stops contracting and once again you can sit up. You feel too sick to move. You need to rest. Your body is aching all over. Your skin is covered in goosebumps as you shiver. Clinging to the blanket.
Noting Namjoons studious attention, you can see how pained he is as he watches you. How much sadness he has in his eyes as his head drops. How destroyed he is that someone was able to touch you, to harm you.
His grief towards you, his hostility towards Rose, you feel responsible for it all. It's too much to handle.
On top of that, you have been so concerned with the ramifications of what happened that you haven't even had the time to process your part of it. How you feel about it. For now though, you just feel so ashamed that people got hurt because of your decision.
"I'm sorry," You shed another
few tears, wiping your face on your sleeve.
"Don't worry, baby," he hushes, sliding into the bed beside you, wrapping his arm around you. "I'm here and I'm going to make it all okay." Resting your head on his chest, you don't know how he expects to make everything better, but you really want to believe he can. "And I promise, beautiful, I'm never going to let anything happen to you ever again."
➳ a/n : uh... let’s just say that this is a fruit of the violence I had to went through after they released the concept group photo :p
Gif credits to the rightful owner :)
Kim Namjoon ;
The sound of skin slapping against skin intensifies with each passing second, your heightened sensations overwhelming you. Namjoon grabs a fistful of your hair, his nipples brushing against your back as he leans down to whisper in your ear, “Look at you, such a mess for daddy.”
You could only whimper in response, your hands gripping on the bedsheets for dear life. He groans, pounding into your cunt, relentless. You know that you can’t last any longer. Your pussy, still highly sensitive from the previous orgasms, starts pulsating around his cock yet again, signalling the approaching orgasm.
“You’re gonna cum again, hmm? Someone is really lewd today, cumming all over daddy’s cock again and again.” Namjoon growls, reaching for your clit and rolling it in tight circles. You let out a choked moan, your thighs shaking as for the third time — you feel your walls clenching around his dick.
Kim Seokjin ;
You writhe on the bed, moaning while jin sucks on your clit, his fingers buried deep inside your core. He grazes his teeth on your clit, the pleasure coil snapping almost immediately, waves of ecstasy crashing down on you.
“You’re a whole fucking meal, baby.” He laps up your cunt, making sure to swallow each drop you offered to him. After a moment, he climbs up on your body, joining your bodies together. You groan at the feeling of his cock stretching your pussy, grabbing onto his shoulders. Burying his face in the crook of your neck, he picks up speed, stimulating your g-spot with each thrust.
“Jin– I’ll– I’m gonna–” You whimper, nails digging into his skin as you get closer to another release. He takes the hint and changes the position of his hips to touch all those spots deep inside you. Within a few more minutes, you scream his name, your orgasm flooding your senses.
“Gosh.” Jin groans, his pace slowing down, “You feel so good.”
Min Yoongi ;
“Once more, please.” You mewl softly, bent over the kitchen island and shaking from your previous orgasm. With an approving growl, Yoongi slams his cock back in you, almost making you scream by the force. His grip on your ass tightens as he drives inside you roughly, his mouth finding it’s purchase on your neck.
You reach down to touch your clit, the sensitive nub swollen by now, demanding attention. But he notices quickly, swatting your hand away with his and playing with your clit between his index and thumb. You cry out his name, hissing in pleasure as he hits your cervix with his dick, the sloppy sounds of you two fucking bouncing off the walls.
“So needy, and such a fucking brat.” Yoongi grunts, sucking on the juncture of your neck. A few more hard thrusts, and you’re spasming around his cock, crying out in pleasure.
Jung Hoseok ;
His strong arms push you more against the closed door, his cock deep buried in your cunt as he moves, hissing. Hoseok growls as he feels your inner walls squeezing him, his voice raspy.
“Such a naughty baby, so desperate to cum around my cock again, huh? Squeezing me like that?”
“More! I’m so close...”
He picks up pace, his pelvis grinding against your clit, making you scream his name. You gasp, shuddering when you feel your orgasm blazing fiery trails all over you. Hoseok cradles you in his arms, his pace turning sloppy.
Park Jimin ;
You choke out a breathe, his hips snapping against your ass deliciously. Jimin rolls his hips to stimulate your g-spot, a gasp escaping you in pure ecstasy. His right hand covers your mouth, his hot breathe fanning over your neck, “No baby don’t make sounds.”
You mumble incoherently, pushing your ass back. Jimin groans, spanking your ass while he fucks you.
“Does feel good, hmm?” he murmurs, licking your earlobe briefly. He pounds into your cunt mercilessly. Your head lolls back in pleasure, your toes curling as you squeeze his cock happily, inching towards another orgasm. He growls, moving harder against you, pushing you closer to the release. Your body convulses, and jimin grunts, “You look so sexy when you cum for me, love.”
Kim Taehyung ;
“Come on babygirl, ride me.” Taehyung whispers softly, trailing kisses along your jaw.
You anchor yourself using his shoulders, moving slowly on him, hitting all those spots inside you as he helps you to move. His hands on your waist, he leans down to suck your collarbone. A gasp escapes you, your face morphing in pleasure when he starts bouncing you on his cock. He catches your lips in a hungry kiss, muffling the loud whimpers you are making.
Before long, you feel his left hand brushing against your clit. He rolls it between his thumb and index finger, the pleasure coil in your lower belly tightening as he stimulates you just perfectly.
“You’re gonna cum for me again, huh?” His growl is covered up by your loud moan, your cunt fluttering around his dick. “Such a good girl, always listening to me.”
Jeon Jungkook ;
“Jungkook—” You whimper, looking at him through dazed eyes as he slides in and out of your pussy, his thrusts deep and hard.
“What is it baby? Tell me.” He kisses you hungrily, his big hands squeezing your breasts. You move your hips to match his pace, his cock touching your cervix with each snap.
“I’m gonna cum again if you keep— doing t-this!” You moan, squeezing his dick with your inner walls. Jungkook smirks at that, placing your legs around his waist and diving right into your cunt with full force. He leans down to lick your left nipple, his pelvis grinding against your clit.
“Is that so? Feeling desperate tonight aren’t we?” His husky voice sends a shiver down your spine. You close your eyes, moaning and whimpering as you feel yourself getting closer to another release.
“Jungkook!” You scream, your cunt pulsating around his cock.
“Fuck!” Jungkook groans, sighing from the feeling of your warm, tight core wrapping him. “You’re such a goddess, taking my cock like that and cumming all over it.”
Author’s notes :
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Lmao I was complaining to my mom how all my kitchen knives are dull and should be sharpened and my mom said: "there's an old saying that if you have good lover, all the knives are sharp in the household as well". I have no idea why tho. She did not elaborate either.
And I started thinking about 🌺jk sharpening knives bc someone told him that. Dunno why but if feels like something he would do.
“Who are we murdering?” such obscure question coming out in your usual cheerful intonation caught jeongguk’s attention.
Eyes locking with yours as you stood by the door, bag over your shoulder since you had just arrived home from work and had decided to check up on the noise coming from the kitchen, he felt his cheeks turn a strong pink at how you had caught him red handed — kitchen counter filled with all of the knives you owned, which had been carefully placed one next to another by him.
“Would you actually help me commit murder?” he answered with another question, earning a throaty laugh from you.
“I mean, I am your self-proclaimed ride or die, so…” you shrugged.
Rolling his eyes while the corners of his mouth curved up in a smile as you entered the room and placed your bag on the table, he put down the knife he bad been sharpening, so he could grab your hand instead and pull you closer.
“That’s good to know,” he joked, lips lightly pressing on yours. “Too bad I’m not a sociopath”.
“Dammit,” you joked as well, acting disappointed as ever. “That would’ve been hot as hell”.
“Shut up, you dork” his fingers softly pinched your sides, receiving another laugh from you.
“Well, if you are no supervillain, then what are you sharpening so many knives for?”
Jeongguk shrugged, in that one particular way of his you had learned a while ago that meant he did indeed know, yet didn’t want to share his answer out loud.
“Bunny…” you pushed it.
“They were dull as hell” he simply answered.
“I know,” you agreed. “Which is what I told you like a week ago and you brushed it off saying they were just fine”.
“Well, I changed my mind”.
“May I know why?”
He sighed, defeatedly resting his forehead on your shoulder. “You’re so nosy”.
“That I am” you chuckled, wrapping your arms around his waist. “Now tell me”.
Knowing well enough you were not letting it go no matter how hard he tried, he decided to just get it done with.
“I was just talking to Hobi hyung earlier today when I got home and was making something to eat, and complained to him about the dull kni—don’t you make that face” he warned you as soon as a triumphant smirk showed on your lips over the fact that you had been right all along. “And then he said something about a saying that goes like, how all the knives are sharp in your house if you have a good lover or something like that”.
“Does that make me a bad lover?” you raised one of your eyebrows.
“No!” he was quick to deny, causing you to throw your head back as you laughed at his cute panicked face. “No, not at all. But, you know…”
“I don’t” your hands gently cupped his face when you realised he was not planning on speaking any further.
Jeongguk bit his lip as he tried to find the right words. “I just… I mean, in case you knew about that saying, because that’s kinda your thing, and you did point out how dull they were the other day… I wanted to… I don’t know, have them sharpened, just in case”.
“Just in case I had pointed it out as a way of saying you’re not a good boyfriend?” you wondered.
Once again, he shrugged. “Or in a way to just, I don’t know… show you I can be a better one”.
This time, you couldn’t help but giggle — not in amusement, but in pure awe over how wholesome he was instead.
Tightening your hold on his face, you pressed two chaste kisses to his lips before your arms were wrapping around his neck and pulling him into a hug you were not planning to let go of anytime soon.
“God, Jeongguk. How do you do it to reassure your place as the most precious person in my life with every little thing that leaves your mouth?”
Feeling his shaky breath against your neck, you knew you had managed to make him flustered as hell. The way his arms wrapped ever so tightly against your waist, however, let you know he appreciated your words nevertheless.
“I truly didn’t know about that saying at all” you admitted once you had finally pulled away, eyes intently scanning the knives on the counter. “But I am definitely sharpening them more often now instead of just complaining to you”.
He chuckled lightly. “You already are the best girlfriend I could have, petal. You don’t need to sharpen them to prove you are”.
“Says the best boyfriend I could ever ask for, who still went and sharpened them just because of that random saying” you pointed out, loving the way his cheeks were once more turning pink. “You haven’t got a say on this, bun. I am sharpening them”.
“On the bright side, cooking will be easier” he nodded to himself.
“And we’ll feel better about ourselves” you laughed, being instantly followed by him. “Do you think there is a saying about being a good lover if you cook your girlfriend’s favourite dish after she arrives home from a long day at work?”
Knowing exactly what you were doing, he rolled his eyes. “I think that’s more of a fact than a saying”.
“And aren’t you the best boyfriend in the whole world?” you batted your eyelashes, coyly leaning in just enough for him to give in and close the space between your lips.