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Chapter 37: I Need You...

💜Fic Pairing: OT7 x OFC

💜AU/Genre: Reverse Harem/Polyfidelity/AMBW

💜Warnings: Adult content/Adult language

💜Rating: MA

💜Word Count: 3331

Hybe Lawncare and Landscaping…how may I help you?

His voice alone makes me so wet, I don’t respond immediately, a mixture of lust, love, and nervousness takes my voice.

Hello?

“H-hi, Namjoon? This is Tia.”

I can hear shuffling in the background, like fabric rubbing together, then him whispering ‘damn, bro’.

“HEY! Hey, Tia…my bad, I dropped the phone.”

I can’t help but snicker at his cuteness before saying, “Are you busy? I can call back at a better time.”

“No, no, it’s fine. I’m not busy at all.”

“Oh okay. What are you up to?”

The guys, satisfied that we are finally speaking, drift away from the kitchen to do their own thing, leaving me to speak in private.

“Nothing much, just took a shower, getting ready to wind down for the night. What are you up to?”

“I’m actually about to go shower myself. I’ve just been sitting around since my therapy session earlier.”

“Oh yeah, how did it go? How are you feeling?”

We speak about my session, I disclose what I’ve been struggling with, and I fill him in about the nut that was stalking me. He was surprised about my situation, yet very empathetic. Having a stalker and going through this nightmare is not something I would typically share after just meeting someone, but I feel he deserves to know what he’s getting into. And if I’m being honest, he is not like a regular ‘someone’ and speaking to him, hearing his voice dripping with a protective tone makes me feel comfortable to share. There’s something about these men, including Namjoon, that makes me want to bare my soul to them, hiding nothing. I find comfort in the concern in his voice and answer any questions he has regarding the situation.

“But enough about that. How was the rest of your day?”

“It was good. I was able to get all of my business cards passed out, you know, leaving some on doors or in mailboxes, conversed with some potential clients, and even lined up some jobs.”

“Nice! That is a good day, indeed. How long have you been a landscaper?”

“Uh, not too long, actually. I left my executive position at a prominent company earlier this year. It just wasn’t for me anymore, you know?”

“Yeah, that makes sense. I’m glad you created an opportunity to leave,” I encourage him and find a chance to dig a little deeper. “Does your significant other support your decision?”

“Ha, that was smooth. Ummm, no…no she didn’t. We broke up a couple of years prior. She prioritized status, reputation, and money over my happiness and mental wellness.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to…”

“No, don’t be sorry. I’m not. Things between her and I hadn’t been good for a very long time. I think even me toying with the idea of changing my career was just the last straw, you know?”

“Absolutely, I get it.”

“So, Tia…what do you do?”

We speak a bit longer, getting the basic ‘get to know you’ questions out of the way before I admit that I’m wanting to see him.

“I’m really enjoying talking to you. I can’t wait to see you again.”

“I’m enjoying talking to you as well. So, you know that I’m single. What about you? The men that are at your house, ummm…”

“Honestly, I don’t know if I’m single. I don’t feel single, but I also don’t feel like I’m not allowed to see other people. I guess it’s like an open relationship, but none of us have made anything official. We’re just kinda going with the flow of things. They are here now, I love them, we have sex, and I want them to stay. We haven’t talked about what this is just yet but I don’t mind answering any questions you may have, though. I like you, Namjoon, and I want you to know everything upfront before we go any further… IF you even want to go further. I mean, feel drawn to you and would love to see where things go but we come as a package deal. As I said before, I love talking to you and would like to see you again soon, but I understand if you need time to think this over.”

I know that this is a bold statement to make, seeing as I’ve only known these men for a short duration of time, but I feel it, deep within my soul that this thing is real. This supernatural connection between us is strong and the pull to these men feels like destiny. I take a deep breath awaiting his response, the short pause has me on edge and I find that I’m no longer breathing until he speaks again.

“I can be there in 45?”

With a huge, yet silent sigh I reply, “REALLY?! Are you sure? I mean, this is all so strange, even for me. I would completely understand if you think this is too much.”

Of course, some things never change, as I’m trying to give him an ‘out’ even though he’s making it known that he wants to try.

“It does seem unconventional, but I don’t think I’ve been more sure of anything in my entire life. This pull to you has surpassed me wanting you, I need you. I need to see you.”

“Okay! See you soon?”

“See you soon.”

After hanging up, I scramble up the stairs, falling up the last two.

“He’s coming! He’s coming over!”

I’m yelling out to the others and run into the bedroom to find Jungkook getting ready for work. Taehyung is sitting in the chair, which seems to be his favorite seat, talking to Jungkook and Jimin while carelessly browsing through his phone. Jungkook smiles at me, then starts to laugh, scrunching his nose in the cutest way.

Taehyung laughs a similar amused laugh and whispers, “Cute.”

Jimin, standing in the doorway of the bathroom, takes me into his arms, halting my stride.

“Are you that excited, beautiful?”

“Yes, I am,” I say, not denying it, bouncing from excitement.

“What time is he coming?”

“Now,” I turn to answer Jungkook, Jimin now hugging me from behind. “He’s on his way but he lives 45 minutes away so I’ll still have time to shower.”

When I turn to look back up to Jimin, he brushes a few strands of hair from my forehead before placing a kiss there. My features are soft and relaxed, my eyes close lazily as his hands move down my face to gently pinch my cheeks. I mimic Jungkook’s nose scrunch, causing him to laugh then place a kiss on my lips. He then lets me go, guiding me past him and through the threshold of the bathroom by my wrist.

“Go get ready,” he says after smacking a firm hand to my ass.

“Yes, sir,” seductively drips from my lips, almost instinctively. The effect that simple statement has on Jimin is evident, from the way he bites his bottom lip to his eyes rolling back before closing shut.

When I begin to undress, all eyes immediately fall on me, which doesn’t make me nervous at all, but the butterflies in my stomach take flight anyway. Jungkook grabs his watch from the side table, and begins putting it on without looking down. Taehyung has turned to rest his chin on the arm of the chair, his arms dangling over the side, his phone swinging between the fingertips of his index finger and thumb. Jimin is still leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed against his chest while eyeing me hungrily. I continue to bare myself before ending the show by stepping into the shower, and the men continue with what they are doing. Before Jimin can walk too far away, I pop my head out and call out to him, “You coming?”

There is a darkness behind his eyes, as his smile spreads across his face, that I’ve not seen before but I’m determined to figure out what I need to do to see it again. When he is undressed, I open the door to invite him, AND the monster reaching up to his belly button, inside as steam billows out. The way his eyes examine every inch of me has me dripping in anticipation. As soon as he closes the door behind him, I pull him into me, receiving his warmth to my front to combat the heat from the water on my back. My arms hang lazily around his neck and his wrap around my back while we look into each other’s eyes.

“Are you intentionally trying me? You staring into my eyes like this just does something to me.”

“Something like what?”

He doesn’t have to say anything as his dick jumps against my stomach, the feeling igniting the burn in my belly. Tilting his head slightly and closing his eyes, Jimin takes my lips, pulling me tighter against his body and I allow my body to fall into him. This kiss is electrifying, sending chills from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet.

NAMJOON’S POV

Excitedly, I get dressed in casual house clothes. I had just gotten out of the shower and was getting ready for bed when she called. Unsure of what I should bring with me, I only grab my phone, wallet, and keys before setting out on this cool, night drive.

Zooming down the interstate, I let the windows down to allow the wind to dry my still damp hair. Comfort fills my heart as I drive, the feeling of going home after being away for too long.

What’s funny is, I knew she wasn’t alone, even before she told me the guys were still there. I can’t explain it, but I could feel them...their presence. Is it weird that I don’t find it weird… the arrangement they have? Different, sure, but I don’t mind it. Me potentially being the fourth man in her life doesn’t bother me in the slightest, and with the way the others welcomed me earlier, it felt more inviting than basic hospitality.

I’m trying to stay under the speed limit but I can’t wait to get to her, to have her in my arms, and feel my lips on hers. It’s like I already know how they feel, how they taste, but I’m wanting more of the warmth I’ve never had. I’m imagining what she likes, her favorites…from food to candy, to movies, to music, to art, to sexual positions. How would she feel under the weight of me? Does she like it fast or slow? Can she handle all of me?

“Fuck.”

I really need to cool it and concentrate on the road instead of the different ways I’d like to contort Tia’s body into.

Taehyung’s POV

“Hey, how are you feeling? Did you get enough sleep today?”

“Oh, yeah, I’m good but I’ll grab an energy drink on my way. I’m glad this is my last night shift for a little while, though. I hate having to leave you guys,” Jungkook answers.

We chat comfortably for a bit as Jungkook gathers his things to leave.

“What do you have planned for the rest of the night? Tryna jump in with Jimin?”

I chuckle for a second before responding, “Nah… not tonight unless that’s what they want. I might watch, but I think Tia spending time with Jimin is important. Plus, Namjoon is on his way, so I may just chill with Jimin when he gets here, you know? Let them get acquainted.”

“This is crazy, isn’t it?” He looks at me with the brightest smile. “This thing we have with Tia, with each other…I never want to leave…Never want it to end.”

I know where he’s coming from and I feel the same way. Now that he mentions it, I think this may be the right time to ask about last night.

“So, I know we are all trying to figure out what we want this to be, but last night…”

“Yeah, things got a little heated, huh?”

As if the thought hit him like a ton of bricks, he says, “Oh my God, I’m so sorry! Did I overstep, bro? I wasn’t thinking and just got caught in the moment. I never meant to make you feel uncomfortable, I just…”

“Jungkook…”

He stops his rambling, my voice pulling him out of his panic.

“...no, no, no. I didn’t feel uncomfortable and you didn’t overstep. It was amazing. That’s what I wanted to talk to you about, actually. I feel a similar connection to you and Jimin as I do with Tia. Does this make us bisexual? Pansexual? I’ve never done anything like this before.”

I take in a full breath and hold it there as Jungkook stands to look into my eyes, inches away from my face.

“Why do we have to put a label on it? Can’t we just love each other and talk about what we’re down for? Where our boundaries are? Let’s just do what makes us happy, huh?”

Jungkook’s arm snakes around the small of my back, pulling me closer to place a kiss on my lips. Then he pulls away slightly to peer at me again, making sure I was okay with the sudden contact but also awaiting my response.

“Yeah, I like that idea. We should come up with a safe word, too.”

“That sounds like a plan. Let’s discuss it with the others… tomorrow?”

“Okay,” I reply as he’s slowly releasing me. He pecks my lips again, then disappears into the bathroom for a few minutes. When he returns, he’s cheesing like a cheshire cat which has already piqued my interest, but when he shakes his head and continues down the stairs. I HAVE to know what is going on in there so I take a seat in my favorite chair after adjusting the angle just right, so that I can sit and watch, just as they close the shower door behind them.

Jungkook’s POV

After we all leave Tia to speak to Namjoon on the phone, I unfortunately have to start getting ready for work. We all may as well be living here as we rarely leave, except for work, and our clothes and other items are slowly accumulating, Tia finding a specific place for our stuff to go. Several of my uniforms are hanging in one of the guest bedrooms down the hall from the main bedroom. I'm also noticing how Tia has begun speaking, using ‘ours’ and ‘we’ a lot more often.

I love the idea of this, of us all being in one place, but none of our places are large enough to accommodate everyone. I’m thinking of having a conversation with Tia being that I don’t want to assume anything. I want to make sure I’m not doing too much by being around everyday or having my things here. Yes, she pulled out extra toothbrushes and necessities for us and doesn’t seem to mind, but I just want to make sure.

As I’m getting dressed, Taehyung and Jimin keep me company while giving Tia her privacy to converse with Namjoon downstairs. We chat comfortably, like we’ve known each other for years… decades, even. Seated on the edge of the bed, I’m buttoning my last button when Jimin steps over to turn down my collar. Mindlessly, I place a hand on his hip, looking up into his angelic face. He is beautiful and I must admit, I am kind of attracted to him. His tenderness and care for me warms me from the inside. He licks his pillowy soft lips as he’s adjusting the last bit before stepping back to lean on the doorframe of the bathroom. My heart skips a beat and I’m wondering what this feeling could be.

I’m lost in my thoughts when we hear our clumsy love stumbling up the stairs. We know she’s not hurt when she hops up and rushes into the room. I can’t hide the amusement on my face, watching her, so excited and childlike. I’m also not surprised at the bruises that pop up on her skin, as she’s always falling or bumping into things. If I could put her in a bubble or carry her in my pocket at all times, I would.

I wonder how long it will take to get used to this feeling of calm. With me usually being the jealous type, it’s foreign to be able to watch the woman I love snuggle up in the arms of another man, with nothing but mellowness and adoration in my heart. In a perfect world, I would be able to stay home with them, but I have to go ‘protect and serve’. I’m curious as to how things will go between Tia and Namjoon but I’m sure the guys will fill me in. I watch Jimin disappear into the bathroom behind Tia before I gather my things for work.

Taehyung stops me, mentioning what happened between us last night, and I can completely understand why. I felt comfortable enough with him and Tia to do things I’ve never done…never thought I’d do, and things were intoxicating. I’ve never had any sexual experiences with men, but it just felt right in the moment. Honestly, it feels like I’m in a relationship with all of them, not just Tia. There is definitely a conversation we need to have, but until then, I’ve decided that, instead of searching for a category or label to place on what we have, that I will go with the flow and float along in our happiness.

Kissing Taehyung has become almost second nature. While he is older than me, there is something about him that makes him appear small. Maybe it’s the feeling of his slim waist in my arms or the way his body molds onto mine. Is it the way he looks at me or the way he melts when our lips touch? I don’t know, but I love it.

After tossing my backpack on, I go to say goodbye to Tia and Jimin. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to guess what those two are up to in the shower, I know they are having sex. But when I walk into the bathroom and see their movements in sync, their wet bodies caressing against each other, the way they hold onto each other as if their lives depended on how close they can get, portions of their figures hidden behind the steam that has formed on the glass shower… the vision is simply breathtaking. I wait for the moment they notice me there, not wanting to interrupt and not wanting them to stop.

“JK, is it time for you to go already?” Tia pulls away from Jimin, wiping the steam with the palm of her hand.

“Sadly, yes. I just wanted to tell you guys goodbye before I left. Sorry for interrupting.”

“No! You’re not interrupting. I would have been sad when we got out to find you’d gone without saying anything,” Jimin admits.

I step closer when Tia opens the door, letting clouds of steam, the scent of her vanilla body wash, and sex to escape. She steps out onto the bath mat, water traveling down her amber brown-colored, smooth skin to drip onto the floor. Fuck! If I wasn’t on duty, I would love to lick every droplet from her flesh. With my thumb, I brush a few beads of water from her now rosy cheek and kiss her there. Using the grip I have on her, I turn her head to the side, exposing her neck to me so that I can nibble and kiss my way from her lips to her chin, across her jaw, and down her throat.

She moans and grasps the straps of my bag, and though I’m loving the way she’s squirming and pulling me closer as I suckle at her sensitive spots, I have to let her go after kissing her lips one more time. Jimin, now standing behind her, smiles the sweetest smile which causes me to want to give him the same treatment, but I refrain from doing so, for now. I reach out to cup his face instead, allowing him to rest into my palm, his eyes closing for a moment. With a gentle pinch to his cheek and just one more kiss for Tia, I say my goodbyes before leaving the room.

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Stars to my moon |chapter-8|

Genre: Soulmateau! Idolau!Angst;fluff;drama;romance, polyamorousAu!

Pairing:ot7×f!OC

Summary: He took big strides, halting right in front of me as he bends to my eye level, causing me lean back a little. I could feel his breath fanning my face, looking into his eyes, I could see a storm of anger into them.

"We have been nothing but considerate of you and your feelings, while all you've given in return is rejection and cold shoulder since day one." He grits out.

when Selene's 22nd birthday doesn't go as she expected, her world turns upside down, making her resent her soulmates. Will she ever come to accept them in her life or will she continue to run away holding onto her past love?

Bouncing his leg up and down, chewing on the pen, he couldn't help but wonder what was happening across the hall.

With a sigh, he slams his pen down on the table, getting up to pace around the room.

Taehyung was trying to concentrate on his music, wanting to take his mind off the fact that the other members were in Selene's new apartment, trying to help her settle in, but the thought of everyone with her: enjoying, and making new memories was unsettling to him.

Not because he didn't want to share her or was possessive over her, but because he wasn't there with them, he won't be included in those memories.

Setting his ego aside, he finally gives in to the urge to stalk across the hall. However, voices could be heard even outside her apartment since the door wasn't locked. And Taehyung could perfectly recognize those voices and what they were saying as he approached the place.

"Hey, is this you?" Jimin asks, most probably to Selene.

"What? Heyy! Give that back! You're not supposed to see that just yet!"

"Oh no, No. Others need to see this." Jimin says, just in time for Taehyung to watch the further occurrence from the doorway. The scene had his steps halted and jaw clenching.

Jimin was running around the messy sitting room while Selene chased him, swearing at him while they both laughed. They looked like a normal, happy couple there, and Taehyung was happy for his friend but what had him step back and turn around to go back to his own place was not the thought of giving them privacy but the fact that, he too, wanted to be included in her life but was afraid of the rejection.

This wasn't the first time he had caught Selene with his members and one of her other soulmates. Just this morning, Selene was happily cooking together with Jin; the way her aura glowed with serenity and happiness was a rare sight to see. One he had never had the luck to see before then. Not just that, but he had also seen her talking with Namjoon at the ungodly hour of the night. Both, getting to know each other and sharing their troubles. He hadn't meant to eavesdrop but overheard that her mother was the one who convinced her to give them a chance. He was so thankful for her mother but couldn't help being jealous of their relationship. Out of all of them, Namjoon would be the one who knows Selene even just a little.

Since tomorrow she had not but glanced at him one time when they held hands to not get sick. And now seeing her like this with Jimin- he understands that the problem is not about them being her soulmates anymore. It was HIM being her soulmate. Lord knows what he has done besides giving her the piece of mind that she desperately needed.

With an anxious mind and furious steps, he gets back to his room and falls into his twirling chair. Mind going over the possibilities of confronting her for the not-so-subtle ignorance of his existence. Because he had to, or he would lose his mind pondering over the why.

The only question remaining was HOW? He breathes out a sigh of annoyance. He didn't want to do anything that he would regret later. Something that would cause an even bigger rift between the two.

Taehyung gets up from the chair, running his hand through his hair. The sound of footsteps coming towards his room with a huff interrupts his brainstorming. He peeks out of his room to find out who the sound belonged to, finding his hyung searching for something in a hurry.

"Hyung! What are you doing?" He asks, fully stepping out of his room.

"The company called; they need me in. And I just can't find my fucking will to go. All I wanted to do was sleep for a while." Yoongi says with a huff making Taehyung crack up.

Yoongi; after having woken up late in the morning, got the news of getting the day off to help Selene settle in from Jin, and needless to say, he was ecstatic. And no, not to help her. But for the bliss that he will get sleeping after having done so.

"Forget that. What are you doing here when everyone is there having fun, huh?" His Hyung asks with a pointed look.

He looks down and shakes his head. "What does it matter, hyung? If I am there or not?"

"You know it does. Everyone wants you there."

"Not her. She doesn't want me there."

"And why do you say that? Has she said something to you?" Yoongi raises an eyebrow.

He laughs, "She'll say something to me when she acknowledges my existence. That's the point, Hyung. She is acting like I don't exist. She has gone and made amends with every one of her soulmates except me. She doesn't want anything to do with me. She's got everything she would want in them anyways, the brain, the beauty, and the heart. Where would I even fit in? There is no place left."

"Don't say that. You need to give her some time. She might still be a little upset at you, or maybe she is afraid just like you. Don't go jumping to conclusions." Yoongi consoles him, putting a hand on his shoulder. Taehyung nods, not believing him fully but letting the hope creep in.

"Now, let's go. Everyone is waiting." Yoongi takes his hand and leads him to her apartment.

Stopping at the door, "You go in. I'll join you guys for dinner after." Saying this, Yoongi disappears down the hall.

With a sigh, he musters up the courage to bear getting ignored by his soulmate again. Gulping down the hurt and anger, he tries to stay calm and impassive as he steps into the apartment, not letting his steps falter.

But, as he steps into the apartment a second time that day the picture playing in front of him is much worse than before. And he broke.

Selene tastes the food from the spoon and then forwards the spoon to Jungkook, who starts jumping with mad brows after tasting it. Making Selene nervous,

"What is it? You don't like it? is it too spicy?"

"Aani aani." He retaliates.

Namjoon laughs as he shakes his head. "He always does this when he likes the food. It's his way of expressing that the food is good."

She laughs, and others don't miss this opportunity to tease the maknae.

"AArghhhh... Jkayyy..."

Jungkook hides behind Jin, hands touching his ears softly; something he does when he's shy, with his bunny smile. They all have this belief that Jin's broad shoulders can save them from anything in the world. I know, Funny. But cute.

Back to the topic at hand, The reason Taehyung broke was not their smiles nor the family-like atmosphere but the fact that Selene is even friendly and smiley towards someone who is not her soulmate. That means the problem is him only. Maybe he went too far when he called her a bitch, but well, she was acting like it. And he won't let regret fill his heart. He did what he did for his best friend, and they are happy now. Trying. Because of that. He just needs to find a way to mend his relationship with her.

Taking a deep breath in, he approaches them. His heart, beating fast. The hope that maybe she will acknowledge him or just pass him a small smile was there. But well, what is the point of false hope, right? Because she didn't. As he approached, Jimin comes by his side, talking about what just took place, oblivious that he had already seen it and let it scratch at his heart.

Everyone takes a seat, curiously watching Selene cook with Jin and Jungkook helping her.

"She is making something from her culture. Gazpacho?" Jimin looks at Selene, confirming if he said it right.

"Gazpacho and Paella (Pa-yay-ah)" she teaches him and he repeats it back to Taehyung.

He nods. One thing he notices is not once during this exchange did Selene look at him directly. She corrected Jimin with a small polite smile and went back to doing her thing. He closes his fist, trying to drink down the hurt.

The cooking goes on, Selene doing most of the work, with Jin and Jungkook teasing and fighting each other in the back. These guys really do start anywhere, but what can one say? That's what makes their relationship exceptional.

Hoseok and Namjoon talk as the latter say something that makes Hobi laugh so hard; he starts clapping his hand.

"Care to share?" Selene raises an eyebrow at them. A small smile played on her lips.

Hoseok shakes his head, making the motion of sealing his lips. All the while trying to contain his laughter. Namjoon hangs his head, also trying to hide his dimpled smile.

Meanwhile, Taehyung had to chew on the hurt and anger he was feeling. He is going to ask her tonight why she is behaving like this to him. He can not be in the dark anymore. His patience has run out. He now just needs to find an appropriate time for it.

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Trying to ignore Taehyung has turned out to be a much harder task than I thought it would. His presence is big. Even when he quietly sits on the side, he attracts attention. But that is something I can't give in to.

The way I have seen it, Taehyung has had some problems with me since the start. why wouldn't he? the way I treated them, ignored our connections, no one deserves that kind of behavior. And I am not ready to broach that subject with him yet because I fear he might reject me. I suspect nothing major will happen to me if one or two of my soulmates out of seven refuses to be with me, but still, he holds a piece of my soul. The puzzle of my heart will not be completed if even one of them refuses to be with me.

The quiet, frowny look he wears whenever he is near me is painful to watch. How bad would you feel if your presence became the reason for the frown on your soulmate's face? I don't ever want to experience this again. But the connection between our souls has been pulling my gaze towards him and even with my resistance I had sneaked a handful of looks at him whenever he wasn't looking at me. Better yet, glaring at me.

That's what it has been like with him. He gives me glares, and I try my best to ignore them in order to avoid the hurt.

I sigh softly, making up an excuse to leave the kitchen while the dish simmers. Asking Jungkook and Jin to see it doesn't get burnt.

With their nod, I make my way toward my new bedroom. The decor is all beige and white. On the shelves above my bed sits my plants, giving the room a home-y calm vibe. I take a seat on the side of my bed, smoothening out its wrinkles. I wish someone could smooth out the wrinkles in my and Taehyung's relationship just like that.

I get up, looking for my phone. Maybe my mother could help me and give me some advice on how to approach him.

I look on and inside my bedside table but have no luck; I move onto the shelves, my closet, and under the pillow, but I don't find it anywhere. Where the fuck did I put my fucking phone!

A sigh of frustration leaves my mouth. I should ask one of the guys to call on it. I never put my mobile on silent, so it should be easy to find.

I look down at my feet, carrying me out of my bedroom. God, I need to go to the salon. My toenails are in very poor shape. I huff out at my own ignorance. I never let my salon date pass.

Just as I look back up again, a hand clasps around my own, and I am suddenly being pulled into the dark hallway, opposite of where I intended of going, might I add.

The person slams me against the wall, one hand still holds my own, pressing it against the wall beside my head, and the other rests above my head.

"Wha-" my curse dies out on my tongue when I see who the culprit is.

Collecting myself, I ask, "What are you doing!?" trying to break my hand free from his grip.

"No." He interrupts me, refusing to let go of his hold on me. "What are YOU doing, huh?"

"What!?" I ask at his accusing tone, oblivious of what the fuck he is on about,

Gritting his teeth, he answers, "Why are you ignoring me?"

Hearing his question, I scoff, going into defensive mode. "Excuse me! I am ignoring YOU?"

"Yes."

Alright! If he wants to pretend that he wasn't the one acting all prideful and ignorant before, I'll play along. He's going to be the one regretting either way.

"Well, don't you think that might be because you deserve it? You don't think you did something that would lead to me ignoring you, Taehyung?" I ask him absurdly, still trying to get my hand out of his grip, which he still refuses to let go

"No. I don't think so. All I did was put some sense into you and pushed you in the right direction." He gets closer to me. So close, I can feel his breath on my face.

"Reallyyy!? Excuse me if my memory doesn't serve me right, but weren't you the one who called me a bitch?" I cock my head.

"Um, Weren't you the one acting like a bitch and planning to leave your soulmates?" He throws it back at me. Offending me, boy.

"You all were practically strangers to me! What the fuck had you expected!? I would bear out my heart to you, trust you and accept you all in a matter of an eyeblink!!? Just because you are my soulmates!? That is ABSURD!" I breathe heavily, my heart racing fast.

All my life, I have avoided confrontations. Talking about what I think is hard for me, showing any emotions is a no-go. It is something that I just can't do. Eric was there all the way. Still, it wasn't easy for me to completely be vulnerable in front of him. But this man! He just knows how to push my buttons. God, He is making me talk, and I do not like it. Still, I won't stop now. Not now, This has to be said.

"NO!" he slams the wall beside my head, getting more close to my face; I have to look sideways to avoid contact as he speaks, gritting his teeth. "IF you were acting all cold and ignorant because you wanted to take time to KNOW us before committing and diving into this, it would have been fine; it even would have been welcomed. But you did all that not to know us but to push us away to get back with your past lover! How had YOU expected us to react!? Did you think we would be okay with you stomping all over us to get back to your boyfriend? The same boyfriend who left You for his soulmate. Do you really think he was worthy of your love and sacrifice?"

"No! Don't you dare bring Eric into this. Whatever happened, he is still my friend, and he left me because he cared for all the lives that would have been affected by this, as in Yours! Also, I have never wanted ill for any of you. I would have sealed our bond, and we all could have been happy with the ones who we would choose."

"You really think we could have chosen someone else when we knew you were out there, that at last, we were going to be together because you're the one destiny wants us to be with." He asks, his eyes going soft. Looking into them, for a second, I forget that we were fighting; this is the first time he has let me see the vulnerability in his eyes, and something tells me being vulnerable isn't easy for him as well.

Looking away, I say, "Anyway, moving on. After talking with my mother, I have decided to give this a chance. so why are you bringing this up again when I have already apologized?"

"That's the thing Selene, You have apologized and mended your relationship with everyone. Everybody except me. How do you think I feel about that?" His eyes gave out an emotion I couldn't put my finger on.

"I don't know. I didn't think you'd care." Shrugging, I tell him honestly.

"Why did you think that?"

"Because you don't like me from day one, and you've been ignoring me like a plague, and you are always glaring at me. What else am I supposed to think? You don't act that way when you care, Taehyung." I sigh as I tell him.

The way he has been acting has hurt me, even if I don't have the right to say so. I know I hurt them first, but I get it now, and I want to know them now. And his unspoken rejection stung.

"You think I am ignoring you?" He asks, a bit surprised as he finally softens his grip on my hand, backing away just a little.

"Yes, obviously." Even when I know that I could free my hand now that his grip has loosened, I don't. I let him hold my hand. Craving the little connection our souls are getting from our little encounter.

"What makes you think that?" Pure confusion displayed in his eyes.

"I don't know? The fact that you never talk to me? Leave the room when I enter? Avoid making any eye contact?"

"I don't avoid eye contact; you do. And I don't talk to you because you are always preoccupied with someone. And I leave the room because-" he abruptly stops. His expressions tell me he said something he thought he shouldn't have. Still, I push.

"Because..? Because what Taehyung? Because you don't want to be near a bitch like me? Because you don't want me near your friends? Because you think my personality is so hideous that you can't look at it for-"

"Because it hurts, dammit!" Shouting, he interrupts me. "Because it hurts to see you all smiley and happy with the others and ignoring me. Even with Jungkook, you act like you guys are such good friends while you avoid any interaction with me, your own soulmate." He whispers, making me completely shut up.

When I don't say anything, he looks up with misty eyes. "I know you don't want me. Why would you, when you have everything you could ever want in those three? They're the brains, beauty, and heart. But you're the only soulmate I have. And I want to be with you, even if I have to be at the bottom of your list."

Hearing him breaks my heart; I didn't know he felt like that. I never intended for him to question himself. Freeing my hand from his grip, I touch his cheeks, making his eyes stay on mine. "No. You never were and never will be at the bottom of my list, Taehyung, because there is no list. I never approached you because I thought you didn't want me. I want all of you. All of you hold a piece of my soul; it won't be complete if I don't have you."

Taehyung doesn't say anything for a minute, only looking into my eyes. As if to ensure himself of the sincerity behind my words. When he finds what he is looking for, he shuts his eyes as he comes closer and rests his head against mine, hands covering my own that are still holding his face.

"Thank you," he whispers. "I really needed to hear that. You have no idea how much I had been thinking about it, but to see that you don't feel or think that way is a huge relief like a weight lifted off my shoulders."

"Well, it's true. And stop looking down at yourself. You are the brain, beauty, and heart, as well as much more. And I am sorry. I should have come to talk to you instead of making any assumptions. I would very much like to know you, Kim Taehyung. If you will let me." I whisper back. Completely baring my heart out in front of him. Because he had as well, and I want him to know that he will not be the only one making efforts in this relationship. We need to start on the right foot again, and that's what I want to make this into. A fresh start.

"I wouldn't want anything more. Thank you. And I'm sorry for calling you a bitch too." He apologizes in his deep, hoarse voice, sending my stomach a tingle.

"I forgive you. I kinda was being a bitch that day." I chuckle, and he follows.

"Yeah, kinda." he says with a teasing smile.

We keep staring into each other's eyes, forgetting that a world outside us exists.

After a couple of minutes pass of us drinking each other, I whisper, "We should get back. Everyone must be wondering."

"Uh-hmm, We should." he agrees but doesn't move.

"Taehyung!" I push at his chest slightly.

"Alright." He backs away but takes my hand, intertwining our fingers, as we move toward the kitchen.

It has been the most intimate and vulnerable moment I have had with any of my soulmates. And I am glad it was with him, since we both are afraid to be vulnerable.

I laugh, remembering how fast we went from screaming at each other to stripping off our defenses and exposing our thoughts.

"What?" he asks, curious to know the reason behind my amusement.

"Nothing. Come." I shake my head, leading him down the hall.

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"Can someone please call and ask Suga Hyung if he'll be here by dinner?" Jungkook asks, too eager to eat the food after having a taste.

"He said he'll be here; why do you want to disturb him?" Jin says, making the younger hit his chest and thus, starting a banter.

"I am hungryyy!! And when Suga hyung gets into work, the concept of time doesn't exist for him. Just ask!!" He whines, not having the patience to savor the delicious taste of the dish again.

"If you are too eager, call and ask him yourself. I am not going to make him annoyed again after last time."

At this, Jungkook pulls out his doe eyes, shining so brightly suddenly, as if on command.

Jin sighs in defeat, "You know, you take advantage of that too much."

He does his bunny smile, happy at his win.

"Alright, but I won't make the call. Let's make the only person he won't be annoyed by call him." Jungkook nods. And they both, at the same time, scream, "J-Hopeeeee!!!!"

The latter jumps at the sudden loud voice, "Yah! I am in the same room as you; Why are you shouting?"

"Hoba, call yoongi and ask him when he'll be home." Jin orders in a stern tone.

"Hyung? Did something happen?" Hoseok asks, a little worried since Jin doesn't use his hyung card much, but when he does, they all get serious.

"Yeah, I need to talk to him. Call him." Jin says and turns around, winking at Jungkook, who gives him a thumbs up for the acting.

He looks at his Hosoek hyung, fumbling to get his phone out in a hurry to make the call. He knows his Yoongi hyung wouldn't scold him either. It's just that he is too lazy to call.

Snickering at the thought of their conversation, he opens up a packet of chips Selene offered him to get his mind off dinner until it's served.

He scans the room, observing everyone as he sits on the hand of the couch beside Jin.

Jimin and Namjoon, talking among themselves as the latter says something to make the former surprised. Jimin's lips jut out, and his eyes go round.

Jin is talking to Selene and Hoseok, but the lady's mind isn't on what Jin is talking about but on something else. She nods, having no idea Jin is spewing about how he regrets the one time when Jimin asked him to bet if the Dolphins can breathe underwater.

He follows her line of sight, only to find that her attention wasn't occupied by something but rather someone.

On the sofa across her sits Taehyung. Both soulmates, not being able to keep their eyes off each other. Jungkook could practically see them radiating tension.

But that's when it hits him. Last he knew, they weren't really on good terms with each other, so how the sudden change? He hadn't seen them talking. And it's like a light turned on in his head; he recalls how both of them, so conveniently, disappeared at the same time.

A mischievous glint appears in his eyes, ready to tease his brother.

"V Hyung?" He calls but fails to catch the attention of his hyung as he only hums and never looks his way.

He grins as he clears his throat, ready to call him once again a little louder. "Taehyung Hyung!" And just as he wanted, not only Taehyung looks his way but the others as well. Curious as to what made the maknae raise his voice.

"Where did you run off to before?"

He watches as Taehyung gives him a look of confusion before opening his mouth, "What?"

"You ran off somewhere before. You don't remember?" He quirks an eyebrow: silently challenging him.

The latter furrows his brows, and then suddenly remembering, he goes, "Oh, Ahem! I went to the restroom. Why?"

"Nothing, you were just gone for quite a while. What were you doing for so long?" He questions further.

"He must have been taking a big shit," but instead of him, Jin answers, making the room burst out in laughter. Taehyung and Selene join in as well, albeit fake.

"Yeah, you caught me, Hyung." He chuckles nervously.

"There is no reason to be ashamed of that Taehyung-ah. We all take shits." Jin says, making everyone snicker again.

"Oh, and Selene! Where had you run off? You took your time as well." Jungkook stirs the bowl again.

"Oh uh, I uh, went to um call, my mom, yes! But I uh, couldn't find my phone, so I was just looking for it." Selene stammers, continuously looking between him and Taehyung, not keeping eye contact with him. As if, if she did, she'll be caught red-handed.

"Oh? But your phone was in the kitchen with you, no? So why would you go look for it in the bedroom?" He quirks an eyebrow at her.

"I didn't go to call my mother. I was in the bedroom when I thought to call and check on her, and thus my search began."

"And why did you go to your bedroom, exactly?" He questions with his hand on his face, fingers rubbing his chin in thought.

"Oh! Quit bothering them, Jungkook-ah. We know what you are trying to do, and we all know what happened." Namjoon speaks, not having the heart to see them more flustered.

At his statement, Selene looks down, while Taehyung stares at Selene with his boxy smile.

"Really? Is it that obvious?" Selene asks.

"No, not for the blind people. But unfortunately, we can see, and you guys have practically been leering at each other ever since you came back." Jimin says, chuckling as he elbows Taehyung.

"Who came back?" a voice calls out, making everyone's head snap in its direction.

"Argh! Finally. How long do you take!? I have been waiting for forever!" Jungkook says as he stands up, and instead of greeting Suga, he runs past him, patting him in the back and towards the kitchen. Grateful for not having to wait any longer.

"Yah! Jungkook! I'm the eldest; I will be having the first plate!" Jin calls out, running not far behind him.

"First try to keep up, old man!"

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Condemned|4

The Bloody Truth.

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"The Seattle Maniac. That's what they called your father, yes?"

For a few seconds, Riley remained quiet. Whenever the topic of her father came up, she would immediately go into defense mode for herself because usually what people had to say always rubbed her the wrong way.

He was the maniac, not her.

"Yes,"

"How was he like with you?" Taehyung further questions, curious as to what her response would be. He was well aware of what her life has been like. They all were.

Licking her lips, Riley sat back and eyed her half-empty wine glass. "He was a great dad. The best kind any girl could ask for. I knew he loved me but..." She trails off, quietly thinking back to the night everything was revealed. "Even now it's hard to accept what he did because that wasn't the man I knew,"

All three men shared a knowing look that Riley didn't catch. "I can assure you, Riley, he has always been that way," Eunwoo states, placing his arms on the table while leaning forward. "He was never a good person,"

"So I've been told," Riley swiftly counters back. In the past year alone she has learned every vile thing about her father. The atrocious murders he committed. His fragile mindset. His apparent taste for blood. Still, finding out who he truly did, did not hurt her any less.

"You never knew he was a drug lord?" Wooyoung asks, catching Riley's gaze.

She softly shook her head. "No. I just knew he was a businessman. He had a whole office building. Never had a reason to question anything," Ever since she could remember her father, Rio, always were suits or dressed up nicely. Always left in the mornings and came back in the afternoon. So when it came to the house they lived in. The cars they drove. The trips they took. Riley just assumed it was because he was simply successful.

All that mattered to Riley was that Rio was an amazing father. He showed up and supported her through everything. And when it came to getting advice, he always gave the most encouraging speeches.

"No mother?"

"She died not long after giving birth to me. I never knew her," She reveals, drinking the rest of her wine. "My father dated but nothing ever really lasted,"

Carefully reaching towards her, Eunwoo traced the closed wound on her chest that was slightly above her left breast. "What happened here?"

Riley looked down and followed Eunwoo's hand, up to his arm then finally his handsome face. "I was shot when I was fourteen but I don't remember much. Only that I was in the wrong place at the wrong time,"

Eunwoo let out a soft laugh through his nose and pulled his hand away. "You got shot because of your father my love," He informs her, watching as her eyes squint at him.

"How do you know?"

"Because we were the ones who saved you," Taehyung says, leaning his head onto his closed fist.

Riley eyed him confused. "What?"

"That night Riley, your father decided to make a quick stop to handle "business" but it was a setup. He had managed to escape, however, not before you were hit by one of the stray bullets that lit up his car," Wooyoung tells her while pouring wine into his own glass. "Rio wasn't sure if you'd make it to the hospital alive so he came to us and pleaded for your life,"

All three men watched as heavy confusion spread across her face as she tried to process what she just heard. "We agreed of course because you were only a child but...not without making a deal first," Eunwoo chimes in, leaning back against his chair.

"What kind of deal?" Riley swiftly probes, eyeing each man suspiciously. Their words just weren't making sense to her at all. They all looked around her age, so how could they have possibly been there that night?

"Well, that's the thing princess, at the time even we weren't sure. We just told Rio to be on the lookout and when we made up our minds, we'd come find him," Taehyung slyly smirks, sending a shiver straight up Riley's spine.

For some reason, that pet name seemed to trigger something in her.

"Years had gone by and we had finally agreed on what we wanted however....daddy dearest wasn't here for it. While he may have been a ruthless man, he wasn't the kind to give up his most precious gift so easily or at all for that matter," Taehyung adds with a roll of his eyes.

Slightly slamming his glass onto the table to make Riley focus her eyes on him, Wooyoung gave her a dark look that made her feel a bit more nervous. "We let him think he could keep you safe from us but he's human and like most of them, he was a fool. And what we want, we always get,"

"I-I don't understand," Everything they were saying clearly had a double meaning yet as to what had Riley lost. She was starting to get scared and she felt as though they could sense it.

The way they were looking at her made her feel very uneasy and she didn't like it.

"He refused to hold up his end of the deal and in return we made him suffer. Rio thought he could protect you but he was wrong," Eunwoo mutters, moving a piece of her hair behind her shoulder.

Riley shook her head. "What the hell are yall talking about? Protect me for what?!"

Standing up, Taehyung let out a soft chuckle as he walked closer to where Riley sat frozen, staring up at him. "From us Riley," He says softly while pulling her up from her chair. "Getting into his mind was easy and making him kill was even easier,"

Riley barely took a step back when she felt someone behind her. Looking up over her shoulder, she nearly jumped out of her skin seeing Wooyoung and Eunwoo both standing there. Her eyes blinked rapidly trying to process what was happening. She didn't even see them move.

"Tell me something my love, do you believe in the supernatural?" Taehyung questioned, lifting her hand towards his cool lips where he placed a single kiss on her fingertips.

Riley looked at him up and down. "No,"

"Don't worry, you will soon enough," Wooyoung smiles, slowly running his fingers down her exposed arm.

They watched as Riley visibly shivered. "What is this?"

Gripping her chin, Eunwoo forced her to look at him as he stood by her side. "We've been watching you and now that we have you...you will be ours forever,"

It was as if something inside of Riley's mind finally clicked at that moment. Those eyes. She recognized them. "You..." She weakly croaks out, staring at him as fear started to consume her.

She knew those eyes.

"You humans...are so weak," Taehyung scoffs eyeing Riley from head to toe, admiring her beauty and the way her white dress hugged her frame. "It's going to be fun to break you and make you scream my name princess,"

"You're scared...I like that," Wooyoung mumbles against her shoulder before placing a kiss on it. "You smell good too,"

"Stop!" Riley shrieks, stepping away from them until her back met a brick wall, feeling beyond creeped out. She glanced towards the door debating if she could make a run for it.

"Go ahead and try," Eunwoo calmly encourages her, sliding his hands into his pockets. "Besides, I plan to make you run from me in many different ways,"

For a minute, Riley stood there quietly weighing out her options. She could run but how far would she get? They were too high up so jumping out of a window would be practically suicidal. While she could fight, taking all three of them on would be pointless. So what the fuck was she going to do?

Before she could even think of another plan, all three men were close to her in a blink of an eye.

"I'm afraid there is nothing you can do my love," Eunwoo breathes, grabbing Riley by the neck. "Believe me, after what we're about to give you, I doubt you will want to leave,"

His words were the last thing Riley heard when she felt tense pain coming from both her wrist. She watched in horror as Taehyung and Wooyoung suck blood from her veins as Eunwoo held her in place.

"Relax," He softly advises, sensing her panic. "The more you resist, the more it will hurt,"

Riley looked at him as if he was crazy but after a minute, she listened to his words and let out a deep breath to calm down. The wave of pleasure she felt was instant. Her brown eyes stared up at Eunwoo as he briefly focused on her thighs before slowly looking up to meet her gaze.

"You get wet easy as fuck I see," He suddenly comments, just as Riley felt the moistness in her panties. "Your scent is going to drive me crazy," He adds, gripping her neck tighter.

She couldn't explain it but his vulgar words made her throb. This wasn't supposed to be happening like this.

"She likes the way you said that," Wooyoung softly laughs once he pulled away, her blood coating his lips and teeth. "You taste as good as I knew you would princess,"

"I bet that pussy tastes even better," Taehyung practically purrs, licking the wound on her wrist closed. "That ass too,"

Their words only made her want them more. This sense of desire that she was currently feeling was strong and undeniable. She wanted them closer to her. Almost as if she was craving their touch. Riley felt as if she was losing her mind. Just moments ago she was afraid for her life now all she wanted was to be fucked senseless.

Eunwoo smiled as he read her mind, releasing her throat and taking a step back. He could feel his dick jump at the sight of her. She was so gorgeous and alluring, even more so as she stared back at them with a lust-filled gaze.

"Damn. I'm going to enjoy fucking you senseless my love,"

#pocminiseries #poc kpop #reverse harem #ambw #ambw kpop #ambw fanfic #bts taehyung #bts smut #ateez wooyoung #ateez smut #astro smut #astro eunwoo #kpop fanfic #maturethemes #interracialfanfic #miniseries #kpop smut

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thefictionconnoisseur · 1 year

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The Return of an Empress

Author: You_are_my_joy

Platform: Ao3

Pairing(s): BTS x reader

Status: Complete

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: smut, angst, violence

Summary:

After one fateful encounter, you find yourself transmigrated into your favorite novel as the Empress that shares the same name as you.

Most would think you’d be ecstatic, after all, who wouldn't be when you woke up as the empress, practically having an entire empire under your control. But being happy was the exact opposite of your current feelings as the Empress you've become is expected to be killed in three months by the hands of the seven men she trusted the most.

The only thing on your mind now is to try and convince everyone that the empress is a changed person (literally), but you'll soon find out that proves to be difficult when seemingly everyone wants you dead.

Proceed to check out

#BTS #bts. reverse harem #Kim Seokjin #Min Yoongi #Jung Hoseok #Kim Namjoon #Park Jimin #Kim Taehyung #Jeon Jungkook #bts.smut #bts.fluff #bts.angst #bts.historical!au #bts.slow burn #bts.romance #bts.ao3 #bts.explicit #bts.non idol!au

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bts-hyperfixation · 2 years

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Any one got any good reverse harem bts fics? Or anime? I can recommend some myself if you want, I'm just looking for some new stuff

#bts fic #bts smut #bts #kpop smut #anime #ouran high school host club #ouran #my next life as a villainess #kiss him not me #reverse harem

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hajimakitten · 1 month

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𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘽𝙀𝙎𝙏 𝙊𝙁 𝙈𝙀. | OT7 BTS reverse harem

author's notes: hey, guys! it's been a long time since i wrote something on here, so i'm super excited to get a full story going. i have to say that i'm ready to see what happens between ryley and bts. who do you think is going to try their hardest to make things work first?

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

The Return of Bangtan | Chapter One

Under the neon glow of Seoul's cityscape, the air was buzzing with an electric anticipation that could only mean one thing: BTS was back. After the members had dutifully served their time in the military, the city was ripe with chatter and speculation about their grand return to the stage. In a sprawling dance studio tucked away in the great HYBE building, seven silhouettes moved with a kinetic energy that belied their time away from the spotlight. Beads of sweat glistened on their foreheads as they ran through the choreography for what must have been the hundredth time that evening. The mirrored walls reflected their precise movements, a symphony of popping joints and sharp intakes of breath; they were the epitome of synchrony. "Okay, let's take five," Namjoon called out, his voice a mixture of authority and warmth. The leader of the group always knew just how to tread the line between discipline and comfort. The members collapsed onto the floor, a tangle of limbs and laughter. Jin, ever the oldest and self-proclaimed 'Worldwide Handsome', sprawled out dramatically, claiming he was too old for such intense practice sessions. Taehyung laughed, nudging Jin with his foot, while Jimin playfully mimicked Jin's dramatics, causing a ripple of laughter to pass through the group. Yoongi, eyes closed, was lost in the music playing in his earbuds, tapping out a beat on his knee that was probably meant for their next hit song. Hoseok, the group's sunshine, handed out bottles of water with a bright smile, while Jungkook flexed his muscles and complained about how the military had made him too buff for some of his older clothes. In the midst of all this, their fearless leader stood by the windows, peering out into the city. "We've got to make this comeback concert the best one yet," he mused. "It's not just about the music; it's about the message. It's about the connection." They all knew the weight of his words. This wasn't just another concert; it was a reunion with their ARMY, a testament to their growth, and a declaration that they were still here, still strong. As the evening waned, the group rehearsed their vocals, their voices harmonizing in a way that felt like coming home. The new single was a bold mix of genres, a testament to their evolution as artists and individuals. It was a track that promised to get their fans' hearts racing. The days flew by, a blur of rehearsals, wardrobe fittings, and press interviews. Before they knew it, the night of the comeback concert had arrived. The air backstage was a cocktail of nerves and excitement. The group huddled together, their hands stacked in the middle of the circle. "Bangtan! Bangtan! Bang-bang-tan!" they chanted, their rallying cry since their debut days, a reminder of the journey they had embarked on together.

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Ryley could hardly contain her excitement as she rifled through her closet, searching for the perfect outfit to wear to the BTS concert. Samantha, her best friend and partner in all things Bangtan, sat on the bed behind her, giggling at Ryley's frenzied energy. "Ryley, calm down! You're going to have a blast no matter what you wear," Samantha teased, tossing a pillow at her friend. "I know, I know," Ryley said, trying to rein in her enthusiasm. "But this is BTS we're talking about! I have to look perfect!" After what felt like hours of deliberation and outfit changes, Ryley finally settled on a trendy ensemble that she hoped would catch the eye of her bias, Namjoon. She twirled in front of the mirror, admiring her reflection. As they made their way to the concert venue, Ryley couldn't stop jokingly talking about how she and BTS were soulmates. Samantha rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile at her friend's infectious excitement. "You know, Ry, I think you might be taking things a bit too far," Samantha joked. Ryley shrugged, undeterred. "I just really feel like I'm meant to be here. Y'know?" Samantha chuckled. "Sure, sure. Just don't faint when you lock eyes with Namjoon, okay?" Ryley playfully nudged her friend as they joined the throngs of fans streaming into the concert venue. The energy was electric, and Ryley felt her heart race with anticipation. As the night progressed and BTS took the stage, Ryley got lucky with a space close to the stage and managed to lock eyes with Namjoon, and she felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her. She could see the intensity in his gaze, the passion in his performance, and she found herself captivated by the depth of his presence. But as much as she felt drawn to him, she couldn't quite grasp the meaning of it all. Was this what soulmates were supposed to feel like? Or was it just the magic of being in the presence of her favorite idol? Lost in a whirlwind of emotions and music, Ryley danced and sang along with the rest of the crowd, feeling like she was part of something bigger than herself. And as the concert came to a close, she couldn't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, there was something more to this connection with Namjoon than she had ever imagined.

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The concert was a whirlwind of pyrotechnics, heart-stopping dance breaks, and soulful ballads that left the crowd screaming for more. The energy in the stadium was palpable, a living, breathing entity that fed the members' performance. It was during their encore, the stage awash with soft purple light, that Namjoon's gaze drifted over the sea of Army Bombs. And there, in the crowd, his eyes landed on Ryley. She wasn't particularly different from the rest at first glance, her hair a cascade of waves, her hands up in the air, moving to the rhythm of the music. But there was something about her, an inexplicable pull that had him pausing mid-verse. Jin, noticing the hiccup, followed Namjoon's gaze and nudged Yoongi, pointing subtly. One by one, each member's attention was drawn to Ryley, and with each pair of eyes that found her, the same unspoken thought reverberated through their minds: 'Soulmate.' The music swelled around them, but in that moment, the world seemed to narrow down to the connection that crackled like static in the space between the stage and the crowd. She was just another face in a sea of thousands, but to BTS, she was a beacon, shining with a light that seemed to whisper of destiny. There was something about her, a feeling that she was meant to be part of their journey, a piece of a puzzle they didn't know was missing.

As the final notes of the song rang out and the stadium erupted in applause, they exchanged looks, each member's expression a mix of awe and confusion. "Did you all—" Jin began backstage, only to be met with a collective nod. "Yeah, we did," Yoongi confirmed, the ever-stoic rapper showing a rare flicker of curiosity. "Guys, we can't just all have a soulmate in the crowd," Hoseok laughed, trying to dispel the tension, even as his heart raced with the same bewildering emotion. Jimin simply smiled, a quiet acknowledgment of the shared experience, while Taehyung mused aloud, "But what if we do?" Jungkook, ever the pragmatic one, chimed in, "We'll probably never see her again, so let's not get carried away." Yet, as they left the stage, the image of Ryley lingered, a mysterious beacon in the night that refused to fade away. The members of BTS were no strangers to strange occurrences—after all, their entire career had been a series of serendipitous events—but this felt different.

This felt personal.

#bts #bangtan #bts army #bts fanfic #bts fic #bangtan sonyeondan #hajimakitten #bts fluff #bts angst #polyamory #poly!ot7 #poly ot7 #bts poly au #bts x oc

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peachywritess · 1 year

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Unmei | BTS!OT7 x fem!reader series masterlist

! disclaimer Unmei will deal with very delicate and dark themes, so please if you are a minor DO NOT interact. I will always put a trigger warning at the start of every chapter, if you feel unconfortable DO NOT read.

! genre royal!AU, OT7!AU, reincarnation!AU, reverse harem!AU ; smut, angst.

☁️ unmei – 運命 (うんめい): a noun meaning 'fate’ or ‘destiny’ in Japanese.

chapter zero | chapter one | chapter two |

#series masterlist #peachywritess #unmei

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Welcome

Come one come all, I welcome you to this chaotic space I call my own. You may refer to me as Elysia for now, and for now all I ask is that you beware of where you tread within this library of thoughts and literature (*cough cough fanfics*)

About Elysia! Adult, She/Her, Ravenclaw, Mythology lover, Child of Poseidon, Sagittarius Sun, Pisces Moon, Pisces Ascendant, Reader, INTJ-T, 5w4, Engene, Lana Del Rey Stan, Selenophile, Astrophile, Daydreamer, TWST player, Manhwa reader, casual kpop listener, amateur editor, moodboard maker, Pinterest addict

Books! The Inheritance Games, The Lunar Chronicles, RiordanVerse, Harry Potter, The Song of Achilles, The Young Elites (though it is seldom talked about), Heartless, A Good Girls Guide to Murder, The Hunger Games, The Selection, The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo, The Invisible Life of Addie Larue, The Folk of the Air series,

Anime+Donghua!! My Hero Academia, Fairy Tail, Assassination Classroom, Fruits Basket, Danganronpa, The Seven Deadly Sins, Snow White with the Red Hair, My Next Life as a Villainess, Demon Slayer, Toilet Bound Hanako-Kun, The Promised Neverland, Hunter X Hunter, Maid Sama, Spy X Family, Oshi No Ko, Blue Lock, Jujutsu Kaisen, Link Click,

Manhwa! (Warning: I’m probably not caught up on any of these) Who Made me a Princess, The Way to Protect the Female Leads Older Brother, Death is the only Ending for the Villainess, The Villainess Reverses the Hourglass, I’ll be the Matriarch in this Life, Father, I don’t want to get Married!, The Villainess is a Marionette, Actually, I was the Real One, My Husband Hides his Beauty, The Strongest Characters in the World are Obsessed with me, Insos Law, Lillian of Turin, Becoming the Villains Family, How to get my Husband on my Side, Ashtarte, The Broken Ring: This Marriage will Fail Anyway, Dreaming Freedom, The Real Daughter is Back, The Reason why Raeliana Ended up at the Dukes Mansion, The Tyrant wants to Live Honestly, Second Life of a Trash Princess, Pure Villain, Sister, I am the Queen in this Life, How to Survive as a Maid in a Horror Game, The First Night with the Duke, To You Who Swallowed a Star, The Empress’ Lipstick, Never Ending Darling, Zero Game, Villain to Kill, Muse on Fame, Cierra, Seasons of Blossom, 66,666 Years: Advent of the Dark Mage, Go Away Romeo, Omniscient Reader, Wavering Worlds, See you in my 19th Life, Phone Addict, Men of the Harem, The Perfect Hybrid, Blood of the Butterfly, Your Throne, The Remarried Empress

Manga! Even if you Slit my Mouth, Kasane, Brutal: Confessions of a Homicide Investigator

Music! Lana Del Rey, Enhypen, New Jeans, Taylor Swift, Olivia Rodrigo, Blackpink, Bts, Muiscals, Ren Zotto, Maneskin

Currently!

Audiobook(s):

Online read(s): The Kingdom of Back, Circe, Shatter Me

Physical read(s): The Rule of Thoughts, The Songs from the Deep

Manhwa/Webtoon I’m catching up with: Return of the Female Knight, Zero Game

Shows: Death Note, Avatar: the Last Airbender (animated series), Outer Banks, Gilmore Girls, Percy Jackson and the Olympians

#welcome #introduction #tumblr intro #introductory post #nice to meet you

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otakuworks · 2 years

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𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 + 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎

[ ⭐ ] — My Fav to Write

[ 🌞 ] — Newly Added

𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐗 & 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓

Maximum of 4 Characters per request.

Characters can be in different fandoms too.

GN!Reader by default unless you specified the gender.

If you are able to come up with a title with your request then feel free to suggest (I suck at making titles)

I'll try to write all characters in each fandom, but if I don't like the character I have the right to ignore it.

My inbox is always open for suggestions, memes or simply to chat. I'm down with it.

𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐒 𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄

ANIME

Naruto Shippuden ⭐

Bleach

Fairytail ⭐

Inuyasha

Death Note ⭐

Attack On Titan ⭐

One Piece

Bungou Stray Dogs ⭐

Jujutsu Kaisen

Demon Slayer

BNHA/MHA

SPY x FAMILY

Haikyuu! ⭐

Hunter X Hunter ⭐

Assassination Classroom

Classroom of the Elites ⭐

Tokyo Revengers ⭐

High Rise Invasion

Owari no Seraph

Balance Unlimited

Dr. Stone

Toilet Bound Hanako

Black Clover ⭐

SK8 Infinity

Tokyo Ghoul

Code Geass

Vanitas no Carte

Blue Exorcist

Black Butler ⭐

Danganropa

Fruits Basket

The Seven Deadly Sins

Darling on the Franxx

Angel of Death ⭐

God of High School

Kakegurui

Yuri! On Ice

Vampire Knight

Noblesse

Howl's Moving Castle

Norn 9

Chainsaw Man

Blue Lock

Moriarty the Patriot ⭐

Record of Ragnarok 🌞

MANHWA

Father, I Don't Want to Get Married ⭐

Who Made Me A Princess ⭐

Into the Light Once Again ⭐

How to Get My Husband on my Side

The Villainess Is A Marionette ⭐

Death is the Only Ending for the Villainess ⭐

The Villainess Reverses the Hourglass

Roxana: The Way to Protect the Female Lead's Brother ⭐

Beware of the Villainess

Of All Things, I Have Become A Crow

Heart Throbbing Conqueror

Survive as the Hero's Wife

Under the Oak Tree ⭐

A Symbiotic Relationship Between A Black Panther and A Rabbit

Elixir of the Sun

Inso's Law

Wake Up, Warrior ⭐

I've Become the Wife of the Male Lead / Author of my Life

The Song of Theodor / The Lady and The Lion ⭐

I Became the Wife of the Monstrous Prince ⭐

Three Brothers / Kim Brothers

A Way to Protect the Lovable You ⭐

The Princess Imprints A Traitor / Revolutionary Princess Eve

My Husband Hides His Beauty

Lady Baby

The Young Miss I Serve Became A Young Master

Cinderella Wasn't Me

The Newlywed Diary of A Witch and A Dragon

Actually, I Was The Real One

Trash of the Count's Family ⭐

I Have Become The Hero's Rival

A Night With the Emperor

My Three Tyrant Brothers

Honey, I'm Going On A Strike

WEBTOON

Omniscient Reader

Unholy Blood ⭐

Tower of God

To You, Who Swallowed A Star

Lookism ⭐

Eleceed ⭐

The World After the Fall

Weak Hero

Jungle Juice

Teenage Mercenary ⭐

The Remarried Empress

Eaternal Nocturnal

Viral Hit / How To Fight ⭐

Study Group

Villain to Kill

Doom Breaker

Your Throne ⭐

Get Schooled

When Jasy Whistles

Academy's Undercover Professor

Like A Wind On A Dry Branch

Nice to Meet You

Seasons Of Blossom ⭐

Purple Hyacinth

See You in My 19th Life ⭐

My Gently Raised Beast

Men of The Harem

Secret Playlist

Shadow Bride

Mystic Prince / Prince of Myolyeong ⭐

VIDEO GAMES

Mystic Messenger

Genshin Impact ⭐

Twisted Wonderland

Tears of Themis ⭐

Obey Me ⭐

Wizardess Heart

Resident Evil

Detroit: Become Human

Ensemble Stars

Honkai: Star Rail ⭐

Baldur's Gate 3 🌞

MISCELLANEOUS

Dream SMP

BTS

Harry Potter

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Star Wars ⭐

LOTR / The Hobbits

Hazbin Hotel ☀️

𝐘𝐄𝐒, 𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄

HEADCANONS

ONE-SHOT

DRABBLE

SERIES ⭐

CROSSOVER ⭐

FLUFF

HURT to FLUFF ⭐

ANGST ⭐

SLIGHT SUGGESTIVE

AU / ALTERNATE UNIVERSE

PLATONIC RELATIONSHIP ⭐

𝐍𝐎, 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄

NSFW

TOXIC RELATIONSHIP

PEDOPHILE

EXTREME YANDERE

ABUSIVE THEMES

@otakuworks

#rules #anime #anime gif #webtoon #manhwa #navigation

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— nepenthe ; jjk

@lively-potter

— synopsis ;

in which solaris celeste vesper, a sad girl with an unfortunate upbringing meets a man far older than her and, within his presence, her sorrow fades into nothingness.

Also in which jeon jungkook finds the sun he so desperately needed in his life.

— genre ; age gap, they both fall but he falls harder in the beginning, angst, fluff, guaranteed HEA, CEO jungkook, mafia/gang vibes ( kinda/sorta )

— disclaimer ;

You may not reproduce,

distribute/and or adapt

any part of this work

without my permission

I only own my original characters and the plot.

— warnings ;

violence, blood / gore, descriptive abuse, mature language, mature themes, fluff, angst, age gap. the MFC has been sheltered her entire life — and due to that, keep in mind she will have a slight childlike innocence. She cries a lot in the beginning ( and if you went though all the shit she did, you would too, as I won’t hear any complaints )

— playlist ;

— greedy ; tate mcrae

— yes or no ; jungkook

— closer to you ; jungkook

— somebody ; jungkook

— hate you ; jungkook

— lost ; BTS

— my time ; jungkook

— serendipity ; jimin

— stigma ; taehyung

— MAMA ; j-hope

— please don't change ; jungkook

— fever ; enhyphen

— spring day ; BTS

— love me again ; v

— mmmh ; kai

— after like ; Ive

— blood sweat & tears ; BTS

— lilac ; iu

— extra info ;

started ; January 19th, 2023

posted ; January 21st, 2023 ( on Wattpad )

completed ;

edited / revised ;

— extra info for those not familiar with the academy series by c.l. stone ;

I know I'm gaining more readers, those who aren't familiar with the academy, so I'll do a short explanation of what you'll be seeing from the academy!

In short, the academy series is a reverse harem/polyamory series set in Charleston, South Carolina.

( so you'll be seeing multiple men date the same women in this book, so don't be shocked lmfaoo ) most of this won’t happen until we are well into the story — but I’d hate to confuse all of you! I’d like every single one of you to enjoy and understand the story completely!

The academy ( that MFC won't be much involved or at all ) is basically a top secret organization that specializes in helping men, women, and children who are in an abusive relationship or homes and help them get out of that — most join the academy to help others in the same situations.

There are teams that work together and are basically a family in all but blood; and "family is a choice".

The men in teams are referred to as "dogs" and the female team members are referred to as "birds".

'Ghosts', whether birds or dogs, are children without much history to their names. They are priceless to the Academy.

The Academy's system works on a series of favor and financial debt. Everyone in the Academy starts out with financial debt. It's the value of the education an Academy student requires to become the best at what he does. If it was a private investigation training class or an eight-week boot camp, or you were starving and needed groceries to get through a human biology class, the Academy took care of it. Your debt can't just be paid off directly, it requires completing various Academy missions. Whatever it is, there is a price tag.

Favors though are the real core of the Academy. Favors are anything that doesn't have a price - usually family problems within the Academy that other members can't handle alone. New members owe ten favors immediately, with the maximum owed being thirty. The value of a task in favors varies depending on the task.

All Academy trials are comprised of the same parties: the whole team, plus five randomly selected members from other teams, presided over by a manager who has collected all the data. There is no age minimum for the randomly selected members, the only requirement is that they had to be past initiation and a full member of the Academy. The ultimate goal at a trial is to keep the family together as much as possible.

Each team has two leads. The first is the main contact for the Academy, they track the jobs the members go on, and let them know what jobs are available. The second is the family lead, who keeps track of all the team members, and makes sure that everything runs smoothly for them - ensuring they have food, bills are paid on time, and everyone that needs a job has one.

Most of this information is from the academy wiki site ( 'cause it's fuckin' complicated to explain it all )

but I want you all to be able to understand it enough to enjoy the story without being confused!

Most of the time, I'll explain through River and my other characters.

I hope this makes sense!

River won't be very involved in the academy, but there will be mentions and most of River's story revolves around, not only Jungkook and Moon, but River's brothers, friends, and family!

Please let me know if there is anything that you'll misunderstand and I'll explain to the best of my ability!

✨ HAPPY READING ✨

— find me on Wattpad at @/LivelyPotter! The first two chapters of Nepenthe are already out!

Also, do any of you mind giving me some pointers on how to post more aesthetic chapters or a master list on here?? I’m so lost and new to this app! 😂😂😭

#jungkook x oc #jeon jungkook #jjk #bts fanfic #jungkook fanfic #jungkook smut #jungkook x original character #bts jungkook #jungkook #bangtan #bangtan sonyeondan #jungkook fluff #soft girl #pinkcore #jeon jungguk

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joonslfttiddie · 3 months

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Chapter 43: You Aight...

💜Fic Pairing: OT7 x OFC

💜AU/Genre: Reverse Harem/Polyfidelity/Ghosts/AMBW

💜Warnings: Smut/Adult Language/Adult Content

💜Rating: MA

💜Word Count: 3,830

Namjoon’s POV

This explains the feeling I have been having since their trucks pulled up. When I open the front door for the carpenter and his team, I can immediately tell it’s him. The carpenter, the smaller man wearing the low cut, plain, white t-shirt and black cargo pants, with his hair falling carelessly onto his face; he’s one of us. There is nothing special about his outfit, but he looks so fucking good in it. I already know that Tia is going to love him. After introducing ourselves, I call out for Tia. We’re ascending the stairs and again, I yell out for her with no response. I’m sure she’s either listening to music with her earbuds in, or she’s a bit busy and not alone in the bathroom. When her sweet aroma floods my senses, as I’m standing at the threshold of the room, I’d say it is the latter.

I watch as Yoongi moves around the room, taking notes on his clipboard that doubles as a binder. There’s something sexy about his sternness. He comes off a tad unfriendly at first, his face expressionless and focused, but there is something in his eyes that hints that he has a kind heart. I notice he has a habit of licking the corners of his mouth when he’s concentrating.

Cute.

My eyes follow him when he moves to another area. He jots on the paper and the veins in his hands are pronounced under his pale skin. Just then, his pencil stills and he glances toward the bathroom. He looks back at the paper for less than a millisecond before he looks back through the open door, eyes wide. Bingo!

He continues to peer inside from the corner of his eye, trying not to be obvious, but I already know what he sees. Like a moth to a flame, he moves closer to the entrance for a better view and he’s completely transfixed. He barely blinks and his lips are parted, like a man who’s not eaten in weeks; salivating and hungry to be a part of what he’s witnessing. I notice his Adam's apple bob when he swallows while his chest rises and falls, and then I see his penis twitch beneath the fabric of his pants.

He covers himself with the binder but his side profile is still revealing his lust to me. Tia’s scent is getting increasingly stronger by the second, which means she’s close…very close. Based on the carpenter’s body language, I’d guess he’s not far behind.

Another POV

Walking into the expansive room, I can already envision the building design and placement for the bed. My guys are still outside prepping the boards and getting the tools set up. I’m taking notes, jotting where there are outlets, and looking at the placement of the existing bed, but I feel…off. I guess that would be the best way to describe it. Since we pulled into the driveway, I’ve had this feeling that’s almost nauseating, but I love the sensation. It resembles the way I felt when I had my first kiss like there was a lump in my throat. Hot and incredibly aroused, it got even more intense when the door opened to reveal a tall, broad-chested, honey-skinned man. Namjoon.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

He lingers at the bedroom door, not hovering but clearly interested. Is he interested in the process of building the bed or me? I’m not sure, but I hope he misses me stealing glances his way. He’s trying to make small talk but I’m a little reserved. It’s not him, I’m just confused about why I’m having these feelings toward him. He’s still talking and joking and when I look over at him, he smiles. Oh my fucking God, I could melt right into one of those deep dimples. He is so fucking fine, and I bet he gets tons of women…or men… whichever. He traces my body and moves his focus on the necklace resting between my pecs, and then his gaze returns to mine. He flashes a half smile and I damn near drop my shit before I quickly look away.

We continue chatting a bit, though it’s mainly him, as I’m moving over to the nightstand that’s next to the current bed, which has been stripped of its linen. Suddenly, I notice movement in my peripheral vision.

Holy shit!

Through the reflection of the shower door, I see three people moving. I begin to salivate when the sweet aroma of warm vanilla wafts under my nose. Upon further observation, I see a woman who’s facing the door with a man licking her exposed breasts. Another man is kneeling behind her and it seems he’s eating her out. Their moans fuse into one delicious melody swirling around in my ears.

So enchanted, I forget that Namjoon is even here. Unable to help myself, I move closer to the door to get a better view. She is stunning, even with her hair coming undone, she’s perfect. I admire her features, from her eyes down to her parted full lips. Noticing little things like how her bottom lip is just slightly plumper than her top. Her nose looks like a button that God booped onto her face, and her caramel-complected skin looks so smooth and soft. Her body is curvy and my eyes travel from the fullness of her breast cupped in the man's hands to the way her dress hugs her waist, to the little pooch of her belly. Many women may feel self-conscious about that, but I love it and can already picture myself lying my head there while I taste her fruit underneath.

I lick my lips as an overwhelming hunger takes over me and I wouldn’t say I’m jealous, per se, but I definitely would like to be involved; to touch her, to love her, and be able to make her make those pretty sounds for me, too. The scent grows stronger with every step I take. I know I shouldn't be snooping, but I can’t fight the urge to see more of her body, the way she moves, the way her face looks as she’s about to orgasm. I’m not a creep, I swear…well, not usually though my current situation is definitely giving voyeuristic vibes. My eyes dance from here to there, taking in the obvious passion they have for one another, clenching the fabric of each other’s clothes in their fists and digging nails into each other’s skin. The scene is nothing less than tantalizing.

Judging by the way her brow is furrowed, I’m assuming that her climax is near. I can’t tear my eyes away from her and find myself covering my manhood with my binder as it is pressing firmly against my cargo pants; hiding, as I know that I shouldn’t be watching them. I would want nothing more than to be inside of her, to feel the warmth and wetness of her walls wrapped around me. Imagining this, I could release without being touched. The moment is so intense I can hear my heartbeat pounding and my blood whooshing in my ears. I'm panting hard as fuck like I may be on the brink of death right now and I’m okay with that. Just being here and witnessing this scene fills a void I’ve felt for so long, but I’d be lying if I said I don’t want more.

The woman opens her eyes to look directly into mine. I’m frozen in place, my breath catches in my chest, and fight or flight mode is initiated. Unsure of what to do, I look to the floor, but as if instinctually, my gaze finds her eyes again. I’m lost in those beautiful, sinful almond-shaped marbles, shaded a dark mocha brown. We stay this way and I swear she smirks at me.

So, you like to be watched, Love?

And I love to watch her but would rather be with her. Without breaking eye contact, I nearly crumble when I hear her whisper to the man now nibbling at her neck that she’s about to cum. She comes undone when her eyes squeeze shut. She whines, squirms, and moans while her pretty little nails dig into the skin of the man’s neck, as he continues to lap at her skin. I want nothing more than to see this every day for the rest of my life. She is already beautiful but even more so at this moment. She sings praises to the men then takes her bottom lip between her teeth. Her expression resembles anger but I know she’s far from it. The men lick and nibble at her viciously, only slowing as she begins to come down. And only then am I able to break free from my trance.

Namjoon is now standing next to me and gets my attention when he touches my shoulder, catching me off guard. I flinch under his touch. With a knowing smirk, he says, “Mr. Min…you aight?”

I honestly don’t know how to answer his question, but I nod before rushing out of the room and then out of the front door. Unsure of how to handle this situation, I go to my truck to remove myself for a moment to cool off and catch my breath.

“Boss, you good?” One of my guys asks and I reassure him I’m fine before moving to the front of the truck, out of sight. The crisp breeze helps calm me a bit, and I rub my cool hands across the heat of my cheeks for more relief. Embarrassment is not the word for what I’m feeling right now, and as much as I want the ground to swallow me whole, there’s a fervent pull urging me to go back and remain there.

What is going on with me?!

“Mr. Min? Hey, I’m Tia.”

That angelic voice pulls me back to the present, calming and grounding me. My heartbeat slows, I begin to cool down, and my mind goes quiet, which is oddly disturbing after becoming accustomed to the constant rambling. When I turn I discover the woman from earlier, now neatly put together and smiling. The world stops for a bit. The stillness is peaceful, something I’ve never experienced before as the anxiety that usually looms around me dissipates, creating a place of tranquility. I could stay here forever.

There is something about this woman. She can drive me crazy one minute and then soothe my anxiety the next; my cause and cure. This close-up, I can see the rest of my life in her eyes. She feels so comfortable, like a safe haven, blocking all of the negative thoughts and feelings I store within.

“Are you okay? I’m sorry if that was too much for you. I honestly didn’t hear you come into the room.”

“No. Ahem… I mean, yes, I’m fine. No, it wasn’t too much. You don’t have to apologize for what you do in your own home. I should be the one apologizing. I’m not a creep, I promise. I just couldn’t seem to tear my eyes away from you. That was completely unprofessional and disrespectful of me to intrude on such an intimate moment. If you want to fire me and cancel the job, I will completely understand,” I ramble on.

She reaches out to touch my cheek, which I’m assuming is still red. Her palm against my skin sends tingles through my body and cools me so quickly I shudder. I have no thoughts now, nothing but her.

“I’m so sorry,” she responds, obviously misreading my body’s reaction, and goes to move her hand away.

Instinctively, I immediately grab her wrist, not wanting this feeling to ever stop. It’s not like me to be this forward or comfortable with people, especially someone I’ve just met. We are standing in the middle of her driveway like this, just staring at each other, until another man comes out of the house and walks over to us. I experience the same feeling from him as I did from Namjoon earlier. The feeling Tia elicits is similar but different. It’s magical.

“Jagiya, is everything okay?”

“Tae! Say hello to Mr. Min,” she says. I release her hand to take his, shaking it gently to greet him. His touch makes my dick jump again and lava flows through my veins, heating me from within...again. “Mr. Min, this is my boyfriend, Taehyung.”

“Please, call me Yoongi.”

“Nice to meet you, bro.”

Oh, shit! Boyfriend?! Then who are those other three…

“And the other guys upstairs are also my boyfriends, Namjoon, Jimin, and Jungkook.”

Ooooooooh.

“Oh, okay! I got you. That sounds interesting.”

I must admit I’m a little taken aback by that revelation. I didn’t expect it, but I’m genuinely interested in their dynamic. We chat a moment longer before she leads us back inside and into her bedroom where she introduces me to the other guys. After greeting them all, I’m still a little nervous but I’m getting more comfortable, especially with her. They all radiate that familiar feeling as if I’ve met them before.

We begin to discuss the design and I sketch out how they want everything. Knowing their situation, I can now understand the dimensions I’ve been given. This bed is going to be huge, one of the biggest I’ve built. All four of her boyfriends are involved, giving their thoughts and opinions on the build, and their energy seems to flow so seamlessly. There doesn’t seem to be any jealousy or difficulties compromising with each other. I am envious of it, but why? Because I’m here to do a job and will leave once I’m done. They get to stay here together. Fuck. Will I ever find happiness like this? Like them and with her?

Jimin’s POV

As I’m licking up the last bit of Tia’s essence, I notice a man looking at us before abruptly walking away. I was already confused at the nagging pull I felt while playing with Tia and Jungkook, but even more now. I’ve never seen that man before but once again, I get the same feeling from him as I did from the others.

“Is he…”

“Yes. It feels like it,” Tia answers me before I can get the question out. “But for some reason I didn’t see him like I saw Hobi.” She hurriedly rights herself by fixing her clothes and finishing her hair.

“Who?” Jungkook, having his back to the door, has no clue what happened.

Before I can answer, Namjoon peeks around the corner.

“Should I go talk to him?” He asks Tia, his expression is a mix between concern and amusement.

“No, baby, thank you. I’ll go,” she says before kissing us and then disappearing out of sight.

“Who?!” Jungkook is still oblivious. While Tia is trying to de-escalate the situation, we inform him on what is going on. “Holy shit. So that’s why everything suddenly got so intense,” he realizes.

“Yeah, probably so. He’s definitely one of us,” Namjoon adds. “I could tell before I even opened the door for them. I feel bad that I didn’t stop him. I knew you guys were in here being freaky. I could smell her.”

“I guess that was for the best, though. May as well rip the bandage off,” Jungkook tries to comfort Namjoon.

“Fuck. I wonder how many of us there are,” I ponder.

“I wonder, too. Also, have you noticed we’re all drawn to Tia and met her at this house? It’s like parts of us were already here before we stepped foot in the door.”

Jungkook is right. We’ve all been near or inside this house when we met Tia and it has always felt like home; like we belonged here. It’s as if finding a piece of ourselves that we’ve been unaware was even missing. I honestly don’t remember how I’ve lived before finding them. Was I living or just existing?

Tia and the carpenter come back upstairs accompanied by Taehyung, who stretches his eyes wide at us, making us aware that he knows what’s up, too. We all introduce ourselves before Yoongi gets us back on task. He sketches and measures, listening to our feedback but he also gives suggestions regarding the design. Tia offers we move the bed against the wall furthest from the bathroom.

“I like that too. If it’s there, there will be no obstructions for Namjoon to run into while going to the bathroom in the middle of the night," Jungkook notes, flashing his bunny-like grin to which Namjoon tries to poke his finger into Jungkook’s side. We are all aware of how ticklish that spot is for him.

“That, and the sun won’t be shining in our faces early in the morning,” Tia suggests with a chuckle.

“Yeah, I agree. Especially when JK has to work the night shift. I’m sure it’s hard to sleep during the day with the sun beaming in,” Namjoon adds, now rubbing Jungkook’s back affectionately.

“Maybe we should still keep our clothes in our own rooms just so we won’t wake anyone else if we have to start our day early,” I offer.

“Hmm,” Jungkook agrees with a nod.

“All those suggestions are good, but I’m just imagining being able to see the shower from bed,” Taehyung teases.

“Boy,” Tia laughs, playfully pushing Taehyung. “Stop it.”

Is that a smile I see? I swear that Yoongi has been straight-faced this entire time, but to see him smile, even if it was for a split second, warms my heart. However, there’s also a glimmer of sadness in his eyes. I wonder what he’s thinking, but I can just feel that he’s going to be a tough nut to crack; one who holds his feelings inside.

I had already stripped the bed of its linens earlier, which is what I came up here to tell Tia when I found her with Jungkook. With that out of the way, we help by taking the bed apart and move the pieces into one of the vacant bedrooms. Once the area is clear of the chairs and the mattress, which we’ve moved against the opposite wall, Yoongi gets to work.

We leave the room to busy ourselves with various things, feeling comfortable leaving Tia with Yoongi to have some time alone with each other. Jungkook crosses the yard, heading to the gym, while Namjoon immerses himself in one of the many books in the library. Taehyung, after finding several cameras in the library, has gone outside to take a few shots while I go down to the basement to arrange the bar Tia hasn’t had the chance to tackle. I hope she doesn’t mind, but I get rid of the bottles of wine the police didn’t take for evidence, only keeping the old bottles of liquor that are still sealed or too high for anyone to reach. We haven’t talked about it, but I don’t want to take any chances of them being contaminated. Just the thought of remembering how sick and helpless she looked when I first met her, makes me shiver.

Tia’s POV

I have a thing for power tools. I’m not sure why, especially with that not being something I shared with my father growing up. However, I’m like a kid in a candy store looking at everything Yoongi has brought to build the bed.

“This is a nailer, right? I’ve never seen one this quiet,” I ask, pointing to the tool in Yoongi’s hand.

“Yeah, it’s also called a Brad nailer. I use this one, which has an ultra-quiet air compressor, mostly when working indoors,” he answers, so patient as I continue to ask questions.

“Ah, that makes sense. So, do you usually do everything on-site? Is your saw downstairs?”

“For the most part, we work on-site unless a client calls with definitive dimensions that we can have precut before we go out. The saw is outside since your build is unique. We’ll cut the boards and sand them outside, wipe them down really good, then bring them up. I love that you decided to keep the natural wood aesthetic.”

“Yeah, it’s just so beautiful. I would hate to cover it with paint.”

“Are you wanting it stained or…?”

“I’m not sure. What do you think?”

“Personally, I think the natural color of the wood will look nice with the gold hardware you have in the bathroom and the door knobs. Also, it’d be a nice contrast against the darker hardwood floors and the whites and grays of your decor. But, honestly, once you put the bedding on, you probably won’t be able to see much of the frame.”

“Okay. Well, do whatever you think is best.”

“I mean, this is your bed. You guys have to live with it, not me,” he says with a chuckle.

“Well, I want you to like it, too.”

His questioning gaze lets me know he’s wondering exactly what I’m trying to say. A tense silence fills the room before he speaks again.

“Tia, you have boyfriends. I’m not trying to overstep here or think too much into what you’re saying.”

“What do you mean? What do you think I’m trying to say?”

I’m intentionally playing coy, trying to let him know that he can speak openly with me. I would send him some positive vibes, emitting how my heart feels, but it doesn’t seem right to use my gifts when he’s unaware of them. He seems a bit more closed off than the others initially were, so this connection is a little different for me.

“Why would it matter if I like the bed, Tia?”

The way he looks at me and his directness catches me off guard. My heart begins to race, and I feel the overwhelming urge to submit to this man. I’d be on my knees barking in a second if he told me to do so. Peering at him from under my lashes like a puppy, I’m sitting so close to him on the floor with my hands in my lap, as if waiting for instruction. He goes back to working on the bed, nailer in hand.

“Answer,” he demands without even looking at me.

Period. One word is internally driving me crazy.

“I was just thinking…” I begin, mumbling.

“Speak up,” he stops to look at me daringly.

Oh my fucking GOD!!! The tone of his voice is deep, lazy, yet commanding. Like a fucking boss.

“Ahem. I-I’m just thinking that it will be nice if you stay over some time. You should like the bed, too, if that were to happen.”

“Hmm,” he huffs while licking the corners of his mouth.

Should I act on my body’s desire and lean over to suck his tongue into my mouth? To kiss him, right here and now?

“Is that what you want? What do you want to do with me in your new bed?”

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