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Butterfly Effect || Jeon Jungkook x fem Reader

♡ Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x fem reader

♡ Word count: 10.2k

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

♡ summary:

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

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

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

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

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

♡ a/n: I’m working hard on part 2 to deliver as soon as possible, the plot is set I just have to write them down, I really hope you enjoy this 2 part story as much I did, for 2023 I have so many projects I can’t wait for you to read them! ilysm💗 also I don’t recommend minors to read this story since it contains adult themes.

read part 2 here

A dead corpse of a young woman laid on the cold floor, the whole room was freezing in fact, so much that Yn hair was blowing around thanks to the strong AC in front of her.

And she froze in the spot, all her blood went to her feet, she felt her heart skipping a few beats while a second after her heartbeats went painfully fast.

All her weight suddenly was too much for her legs that started shaking.

The woman looked young enough to be her age, her throat sliced open the blood pool besides her was no longer bright red, it looked dark enough to be almost brown.

The blueish and purple marks in her arms indicated struggle.

But it was her eyes more than the open wound what would give Yn nightmares for the rest of her life.

Her eyes had this dead stare that made the gore scene even more grim, whoever this woman was she was murdered looking straight to her killer’s eyes while he sliced her throat.

Yn felt like she was going to throw up suddenly, she wasn’t supposed to be here, she just fond this secret door and the curiosity got the best of her.

She was now in front of a crime scene.

Yn’s senses came all at once, her survival instinct screaming at her to get out as soon as possible. So she fought with her nausea and shaking body and made her way out.

She started to think all sorts of things, the questions flood her head like a hurricane.

How long she stood there? Does she look too shock? Could she pretend good enough that she did not find a corpse?

She made her way back blinking and trying to act like she saw nothing, her life depended on it, because as long as she stayed there, she was in as much in danger as the dead woman in the secret room.

“Sweetheart? What is taking you so long?” the voice of her boyfriend Jungkook on the living room made an echo through her entire body.

She had to answer, otherwise it would be too suspicious.

She took a breath and prepare herself hoping her mouth can make a sound

“Coming!” she said with a shaky voice. She did not mean to come out shaky but she couldn’t help it.

Will he notice? Will he come after her too?

The risk was too high, her instinct palpitating in her chest telling her that she must find an escape route.

The kitchen door is fairly near, she could try and sneak herself to the kitchen and scape.

So, she did, soon at the kitchen door she heard him said:

“Yn, baby?” Jungkook’s voice was too near, she needed to go out now.

Yn was running as fast as she could through the streets, people staring at the crazy foreigner. She knew there was a police station nearby, it was the only way!

When she enters the police station she is gasping for air, everyone turned to her concerned.

Everything hits her at that moment so she crumbles, sobbing uncontrollably as the words struggle to come out. She tries to explains herself the better that the tears and sobbing let her, but sentences don’t make quite sense, only the words are the things that can be understood.

Girl. Murder. Basement. Blood. Help.

And in the middle of the tragedy, the door slams open and an equally out of air Jungkook arrives to the scene. He ran the same distance as you but he recovered quite fast without a drop of sweat.

“I’m so sorry, it’s my fault, sir” Jungkook said bowing to the cop, the police man looked at him and then at the exalted foreigner and directed himself to Jungkook.

“What happened?” the police officer asked. Yn felt the need to calm herself down so she can be taken seriously.

“It’s him, officer, he is the killer!” you exclaimed, making both look at you, Jungkook’s eyes were like never before, it was like he had a demon inside very contrasting as the usual sweet and considerate boyfriend that he was.

“I’m deeply sorry, she is sick” Jungkook said to the officer “She didn’t take her medicine in the morning, sir” and then out of his pocket he took out some pills, your eyes widen while you connected the dots. “She has to take 2 of these, otherwise she will start getting violent, sir” he severed putting a concerned façade.

“Liar, you are a liar!” you screamed at him, a few tears running down your face.

“Call an ambulance now” the officer instructed to the secretary. You shook your head.

“Please arrest him, he is a killer!” you exclaimed but by the way he looked at you, you knew that he did not believe you, that you were crazy.

“She needs her pills, sir” Jungkook insisted to the officer.

“Don’t go fucking near me, do you hear me?! Don’t you dare to come closer, sick fuck” you spitted at him, the officer put himself between you two.

“Back off boy, let the doctors take care of this” the officer insisted, you notice the irritated expression in Jungkook’s face.

“Then I’ll wait right here, sir, I can’t leave her by herself” he seated nearby.

Soon the ambulance arrived and the paramedics were all over you, you repeated over and over that you were not sick that you refuse to go anywhere, but they took your arm and forcefully sedated you, the last thing you saw was Jungkook’s getting inside the ambulance.

You woke up feeling groggy and disoriented, a voice calling your name, a voice that you did not recognize.

“Yn-ssi, can you hear me?” as you opened your eyes you looked at your surroundings, it was a hospital, and the man calling your name was the doctor.

“Can you hear me, Yn-ssi?” He asked again, you could only nod with your head. ”Good, I’m Dr. Choi Hyunsuk, you must feel drowsy and soon you will have a strong head ache, but don’t worry we gave you some medic-“ he stopped himself when heard an alarm going off.

“Code 331, Code 331, overdose in emergency room, calling all doctors”

Someone was dying somewhere, so the doctor quickly went to attend the emergency.

you could sense that Jungkook was near and you did not want to stay a second longer but your head ache was making everything worse.

You felt even more drowsy and slow and questioned when the supposed medicine would take effect on you, then suddenly Jungkook made his way to your side, in horror but unable to move or speak you watch closely how Jungkook’s hand put away the hair off your face, his hand soft but cold, his expression look like usual Jungkook, your sweet boy, but now that image was shattered, the scene turned into a horror movie. You started to sweat you mind was everywhere and you simply could not do anything about it.

He put your shoes on, as he made you stand, you were like a zombie following his instructions, and then he took you out of the hospital without anybody’s suspicion.

He called a taxi and put you inside. When the vehicle started moving you started to feel ten times worse, your chest starting to ache, your consciousness starting to slip.

Jungkook turn to you with a confuse look in his eyes, and then everything felt like it was in slow motion.

You blinked a few times, feeling in great peace, while you felt less and less pain and could only feel like you were safe, completely unaware of your surroundings. The hysterical sobs of Jungkook while he pulls you close to his chest, the neurotic screams of the taxi driver doing a risky turn to hospital at great speed, no, you were no aware of all of that, you can only feel good and safe, and soon the irresistible urge of closing your eyes, in a blink of a moment you blissfully disappeared from reality.

…..

And then you woke up.

You woke up in an empty classroom.

The noon hot sunrays showered your face with some warm, a few drops of sweat running down from your temples. You slowly got up and scanned the whole room with your eyes. It was just your collage, and this was the classroom that is always empty so you sneak yourself in sometimes and took naps.

But what you were doing there? The last moments of your memory were blurry but you did vividly remember those whole traumatic events. The corpse, the police station, the hospital…Jungkook.

yn could feel herself dying, that sole memory made her gasp.

If she is not dead how the hell she ended up in this classroom?

Yn got up and walk out of the room going straight to the bathroom to refresh her sweaty face.

Then yn saw herself in the mirror and felt confused immediately.

Why her hair was light brown? She did not bleach her hair in a year. For what is worth, she looked exactly like a year ago, the clothes, the hair style, everything.

She had to sit on the floor since her legs no longer support her when she finally realized what was going on.

Maybe she has gone back in time!

She almost torn her cellphone to pieces taking it out of the purse and looking for the date.

Oh.my.god.

It can certainly sound impossible, it can actually be impossible and she is just hallucinating all of this, but then why everything feels so real?

Is the universe giving her another chance to live? To make better decisions? A year ago she did not met Jungkook yet, is that a signal?

She felt her mind running a thousand miles per hour trying to find logical explanation of what happened to her actually. But eventually she stopped and just accepted the fact that she is just a lucky bitch and an error or a 1 in the millionth possibility happened to her.

Lesson learned! Watch out for killers! Live your live to the fullest! all that jazz.

Yn got up and started doing a happy dance.

Life is amazing, isn’t it?

She felt going for an ice cream as soon as possible, with double, no, triple sprinkles and a goddamn cheesecake on the side!

Yn walked through the halls like nobody could stopped her, she was smiling like an idiot and feeling the excitement bubbling up in her system.

She made her way out of the classroom building and walked through the campus, the summer days made everything better, the weather was amazing. Soon she found herself in the dining hall and bought her well-deserved ice cream.

While she ate her ice cream, she stopped herself in the middle of the campus, she saw a squirrel.

Was she so distracted and busy that she did not notice before the cute squirrels in the trees? Yn felt the need to appreciate the little things in life, so she closed her eyes for a second to hear the birds sing. Oh what a beautiful melody!

But then someone passing by hit her shoulder making her open her eyes immediately and drop her ice cream. Her ice cream was on the ground rapidly melting in the hot summer day she looked at the guilty pair of shoes and as soon as she looked at his face, she felt taken aback.

The worried lost puppy eyes of Jeon Jungkook started at her.

“I’m so sorry” he said fast and bowed, there he was right before you, who would have thought what he was capable off? He looked helpless now but life has given you another chance and you would not fall for it again!

So have to stay as far as you could from Jeon Jungkook if you want a happy and long life.

If that means you have to be a bitch so, be it.

“Better watch where you fucking walk” you told him in a cold tone composing yourself and starting to walk, for a millisecond you saw that expression that he made when he was hurt, but now you could not care any less.

“I..i can buy another ice cream, please let me!” he said walking slightly behind you, why he was following you?

You turned slightly to watch his helpless act once again, you rolled your eyes and said: “Why don’t you piss off already!” you turned and walk away this time he did not followed you. Thank god.

yn was never like this but her survival instinct was far stronger than her politeness.

yn had lived a year in advance, isn’t that wonderful?

She can ace her exams, avoid stupid mistakes, say yes to meeting her mom’s new boyfriend that turns out to be rich!

The possibilities are incredible! The only thing she has to do now is sit and watch, so that’s what is going to do.

……….

A couple days later as walks to her class, in the distance she can’t fail to notice Jungkook walking besides someone, when yn finally recognize the person beside him she has to cover her mouth at the shock.

Jungkook was talking with the girl from the basement.

Her heart dropped knowing what will be the destiny of the girl.

She looked so lively and bubbly, in yn’s mind she contrasted that with her dead corpse, and she almost wanted to throw up.

As soon as they came too close, yn hide behind a nearby building, the guilt started to build up in her chest, she had a second chance but the other girl doesn’t? one thing is for sure, if she doesn’t stop her from associating with Jungkook the girl will be dead.

She has to warn her too!

Maybe the universe sent her here with a mission, she has to save the girl’s life.

Though still terrified yn promised herself to be brave and make the best choice with her second chance in life.

First, she has found out who she is.

That same night after hours of looking around in social media she found her: Min Hajoon.

She did not have too much photos or anything that could help yn to figure out how she was going to approach and make Hajoon trust her.

Yn look at the only photo of Jungkook and Hajoon had together, they were with other people in a restaurant smiling at the camera. That doesn’t give Yn too much clues on how close they actually are.

Suddenly her phone showed her a KakaoTalk notification, the number was not registered but she remembered that it was Jungkook’s.

Xx: Hello, I’m sorry to bother you, I’m Jeon Jungkook. I don’t know if you remember me but I accidentally made you drop your ice cream on the campus.

You scrunched your features and wondered if you should just ignore his texts, but maybe you can take this opportunity to really make him understand that he has to leave you alone once and for all.

You: Oh yes, I do remember you unfortunately, wasn’t I clear when I told you to fuck off?

You: are you retarded or something? lol

Jungkook: I just wanted to clarify that it was just an accident, that’s all.

Jungkook: Wow where is all this aggressivity coming from?

Jungkook: I’m sorry? Like I can buy another ice cream if you are so upset

You: gosh you are so annoying

You: understand this: leave me the fuck alone

Jungkook: is this a foreigner thing?

Yn raised an eyebrow

You: the fuck do you mean by that?

Jungkook: I just don’t understand why are you being so rude with me over an ice cream, doesn’t make any sense

You: because it’s not the fucking ice cream, it’s you, you annoy the hell out of me.

You: and since you clearly don’t understand, I will just simply block you so I don’t have to talk to you ever again

Yn pressed a few buttons and block Jungkook’s number, she had to be extra shitty so he could be put off by her attitude, that’s the only way he can stay away from her.

But the universe really is ironic and seems to like playing with yn in their own way, when the next day Yn enters 20 minutes early to the classroom as it was her routine with this particular class and minutes later a well-dressed and good smelling Jungkook walk towards her, making her flinch instantly, he was holding two iced coffees, when he got to you he put one on your side, and before you could open your mouth to protest he bowed at you.

You almost gasped.

“I’m sorry, Yn-ssi, if I ever offend you, it was not my intention, I hope we can get along well from now on” Jungkook said after bowing and with a firm tone, his big dark eyes staring at yours.

Panic filled your veins, you did not expect or imagined this to happen. How he wasn’t put off by your words? Your attitude? And the most important question: how to react to this confrontation? Like you would look like a crazy bitch if you still hold a grudge, the ice cream was a too weak of a excuse to keep treating him badly, maybe you should go after another strategy, maybe politely rejecting him would work best.

“How do you know my name?” you questioned neutral, which was a real concern for you. You did not recall any circumstance where your name was mention. He lowered his gaze and then said:

“I found your social media, so i…”

“That’s incredibly creepy” you interrupted him, you said it as if you didn’t do the same to find Hajoon, he seemed a little affected by that statement, his eyes started looking other places.

“I didn’t mean to be creepy, I just…”

“And by the way I don’t drink coffee” you interrupted again putting away the coffee from you, he was startled and seemed nervous at your coldness, what else can go wrong? He thought, everything he did you took it the wrong way.

“I did not know that, I’m sorry, maybe I can buy you something else that you might like?” he said again trying to get to yn, but the girl had the same indecipherable expression.

“What about this, Jungkook: we just stop addressing each other existence and that’s it” you said with a monotonous voice his eyes expanded “I can’t be more clear than that” you ended.

He seemed conflicted as he looked at you.

“I just don’t understand, what I did to you that hate me so much!?” he exclaimed frustrated, in that moment some students entered the classroom and looked your way, Jungkook took the coffees and left without saying a word or looking back, you relaxed in your seat, it was hard to be tough with the boy you used to call your boyfriend because he showed you how sweet and considered he can be, it was hard to hurt him but it was the only way you can save yourself.

After class Yn needed to pee, so she quickly went to the washroom, when she came out of the toilet there wasn’t anyone there, except one person: Min Hajoon. The door was locked too, yn felt strange, what was happening?

Hajoon got closer to Yn, but as soon as Yn tries to speak she is silenced by the dry sound of Hajoon palm sweeping her cheek with a quick movement, the burning sensation that came immediately after made Yn put her hand on the reddened area.

“Pay attention to me, whore, stay away from my boyfriend, I’m not afraid to smack your ugly face if you keep getting involved in my relationship with Jungkook, you got it?” Hajoon said with a restless face, she was actually scary, a very different image from the pitiful murder victim that Yn remembered, the memory actually brought tears to her eyes.

“Are you crying?, how pathetic” Hajoon remarked cruelly, you looked at her and spoke sincerely. Her opportunity to warn Hajoon was right there.

“Please you don’t know who you are involved with” you said to her trying to control your tears.

“What did you say, bitch?” she spitted grabbing your hair you squealed out of pain.

“Jungkook is dangerous, Hajoon, he can hurt you, please believe me” you said fighting with the tears and the pain. “He is faking, trying to get close with you, he is capable of very horrible things!” you threw yourself to the ground, trying to beg her to listen “ please you have to believe me, Hajoon, promise me that you would get away from him!”

Hajoon was too overwhelmed to speak properly, why this girl was saying all this to her? Who is that girl? Why seems that the girl knows something that she doesn’t?

“You are truly crazy” Hajoon mumbled before storming out of the washroom. Yn stayed there a few minutes more trying to calm down and hoping Hajoon is spook enough to stay away from Jungkook.

…..

Things only got worse when the next day she was cited at the student administration office. She never had to go there ever before as she was an excellent student and never got in trouble with a professor. So, she was very confused when president of the student administration and counseling Park Chanyeol explained to Yn with a rehearsed polite smile:

“We normally never have situations like these, especially with foreigner students, like ever” Chanyeol said “So I assumed that it must be a misunderstanding of some sort, we try our best to keep things positive around here” he remarked looking at your still confused face, he handed you a document “Like I’m sure it must be extra hard for you studying here in Korea, I have cousins studying abroad and they always tell me it’s not easy” he kept talking in fast speed, you still trying to catch up what he was saying and nodding every few seconds. “Maybe you did offend someone? But like, I’m sure it was totally unintentional, like a complete mistake, you seem like a really nice girl” he kept saying without giving you any chance to reply “do you have a boyfriend by the way?” he asked but before you could reply he started talking again “Don’t think I’m flirting with you, like I’m just asking casually you know?” Chanyeol added giving you a look “I actually have a girlfriend myself, her name it’s Minjun, I was asking if you had a partner so maybe you could go out with us, you know, like a couple date or something?” he laughed shortly before he finally shut up.

“Um… excuse me, what am I here for?” you asked him lost at his ocean of words he just said earlier, he blinked a few times before smiling again and pointing the document at your hands that you completely forgot about in the middle of his speech.

“A student came earlier and put a complain on you, but you know as I mention it’s more likely that it was misunder…” Chanyeol started to say before he was interrupted by you.

“Who was it?” you asked him reading quickly the document “This is not a simple complain this is for bullying and harassment!” you exclaimed shocked.

“Jeon Jungkook, I’m afraid” Chanyeol said, you wanted to rip the document apart as soon as you heard his name “But as I said, I don’t actually belief that we have a case here”

“A case?” you asked raising an eyebrow.

“Well the protocol says…” Chanyeol starts saying “We must review the case in our next assembly and discuss the course of actions dictated in our regulation issued by the University”

“Don’t beat around the bush, what are you going to do with me if you find me guilty?” you said to him firm, he looked the other way trying to avoid confrontation.

“Guilty? Hey c’mon now! This is no criminal trial” he laughed nervously “Look why don’t you talk to Jungkook-ssi ? the misunderstanding can be clear up and it will be like we didn’t have this conversation at all!” Chanyeol insisted still avoiding to look at you.

“What could happen?” you asked again, this time Chanyeol look at you serious, no fake smile on sight, then he sighted.

“The school could expel you” he finally said but he quickly came back to his charismatic persona “Hey, don’t have that look on your face, that’s like the worst of the worst, okay? I’m just obligated to tell you the “penalty” “he said marking with his fingers “like by the book, yeah expulsion, but I’m super duper sure that that would not be your case, okay? Don’t be sad!” he exclaimed fixing his glasses “just talk to Jung…”

“Jungkook, okay, so my best option is to ask him to retire the complaint?” you ask annoyed already.

“Well I’m sure that would resolve this way more quickly, don’t you agree?” Chanyeol suggested, a few seconds later his phone ringed “Alrighty, I really need to take this call, so you can come over anytime if you need anything else, my number is on the back of document, okay?” he didn’t let you answer when he already picked up the call and left the room.

You closed your eyes and screamed internally trying to not lose it in public. How he dared? You were beyond mad at this point, it seemed like the more you tried to push Jungkook away, the circumstances pulled you together once again, it was so frustrating!

You pull your phone out of your purse and look for Jungkook’s number on the list of contacts and unblocked him , but before you could press his name you stopped yourself from calling him, no, this is exactly what he wanted you to do, plus you haven’t really bully him, he was the one harassing you! How he fucking dare?!

You stormed out of the office and started walking towards the dinning hall you needed a strong coffee to calm your nerves.

You sipped the black steaming liquid closing your eyes but a voice interrupted your calm.

“You said you didn’t like coffee” Jungkook’s voice made Yn open her eyes in alarm, once she saw him as handsome as ever, she rolled her eyes when she recognized her own thoughts, though Jungkook perceived that as another micro aggression.

“Whatever, what do you want?” you asked him annoyed, a head ache starting to appear.

“I though that maybe you wanted to talk to me” he suggested sitting right in front of you, both knowing what he was referring to.

“Yeah, you thought wrong” you said to him ruthless, Jungkook raised an eyebrow.

“You keep being stubborn I see” he said with this playful expression “You are risking being expel just to piss me off, that’s dedication” he smiled, that bunny smile that melt your heart so many times before.

“And what was that for? Bullying? Fucking harassment? Boy you have the nerve to accuse me of harassment, simply absurd, c’mon!” you spitted sipping your coffee that was sadly gotten cold, another thing that ruined your day.

“You are always swearing whenever we talk, you are so pretty to do that, you always catch me by surprise, you know?” Jungkook said still with the playful expression on his face, he wanted to tease you.

“Retire the complaint” you demanded; he left out a chuckle.

“No”

“Why?”

“You could ask that more nicely” He looked at you entertained, you wanted to scream at his face that he can fuck off but that would not be so helpful at your situation.

“Can you please, Jungkookie oppa, retire the complaint, that would make me so happy, pretty please?” you scoffed with a whiny tone and putting your hands together, he let out a nervous laugh, you made him nervous, that’s when you remembered that he secretly likes being call oppa and you also used to call him Jungkookie, which he melt in an instant when you did, though unintentional you ignited something in him, he tried to dissimulate the pink tone of his cheeks but you did notice.

“I hate to say no when you ask me like this, but I have to say no” he said after a few seconds.

“Then go away, you keep pestering me” you said annoyed “Whatever you want to blackmail me with, please save your time, I will simply say no”

“I don’t not want to see you expelled, Yn, I really don’t” he said “So I have a proposition for you, let’s know each other better and have a decent conversation, I’ll take you out to eat, we’ll talk, we’ll drink and know more about one another, you will know my true nature and see that even after our rough first encounter we are actually not that different, if after that you don’t want to talk to me again that’s fine” he ended looking directly at your eyes, you sighted.

“And you retire the complaint either way?” you asked him raising an eyebrow

“And I will retire the complaint, you have my word”

“I’ll think about it” you responded he wanted to protest but before he could speak you said “I’ll text you, okay?” you stood up from the table and left him there, Jungkook blinked a few times watching you leave the dining hall as fast as your feet let you.

……………….

You: Are you available? It’s Yn from earlier.

You texted Chanyeol the student administration president, he texted back in seconds

Chanyeol: not right now, maybe for dinner time?

Chanyeol: so much woooork, right?

You: works for me

Chanyeol: so I pick you up then?

Chanyeol: u like jajangmyeon?

You: you mean off campus?

You: yeah sure.

Chanyeol: yeah I go all the time

Chanyeol: great, pass me your direction and I see ya later 😉

While you both ate, at the restaurant he truly did not know when to stop talking, when Chanyeol was not slurping his noodles, he was serving you and him more soju or he was talking, he wasn’t worried about you replaying he was more than fine with the fact that you were there to listen all his crap.

“Okay, listen” you said interrupting him if you didn’t say what you came to say you would end up drunk and too sleepy to remember the purpose of this dinner “I wanted to talk with you because of the whole bullying accusation bullshit” Chanyeol nodded while filling his and your glass with more alcohol.

“To be honest I don’t even really know the guy, I had maybe two real interactions that lasted less than 5 minutes, that doesn’t disprove his accusations towards me?” you asked drinking the glass that Chanyeol served you, the alcohol already making effect on your body.

“Well it’s not that simple, you know, we have to follow the protocols” Chanyeol added drinking his.

“Fuck the protocols, doesn’t this type of shit make the school look bad? The less bullying accusations the better?” you replied trying to convince him, he shook his head smiling.

“That’s not how it works, honey” he said to you, you wanted to call him out for calling you honey, but you needed him on your side.

“You said that I was a good girl” good girl? why did you said that? Maybe you drank too much and started speaking nonsense, Chanyeol smiled at you.

“You are a good girl, honey, I know you are but I can’t just ignore a complaint, I’ll vouch for you in the assembly, okay?” Chanyeol said almost pouting, you wanted to roll your eyes, that won’t do.

“Why can’t you say to that idiot that the assembly already did all that and that I’m innocent? Will somebody really notice?” you suggested almost whining, how much it would take to convince this dude.

“That means making some documents up, I could get in trouble” Chanyeol pressured

“Oh c’mon, what else I can do, can you just do me a favor? I can’t reason with Jeon Jungkook he is totally psycho” you told him whining some more.

“What can you do to convince me? Maybe you could worth the trouble if you are persuasive enough” Chanyeol said suggestively and you suddenly encounter yourself into a corner.

Help.help.help

Hell you were able to do a lot of things to get yourself out of trouble, but you didn’t think sleeping with Chanyeol the president of the student administration, worth it.

Then as if the guardian angels existed, your phone ringed, unfortunately it was Jungkook.

“Look Chanyeol oppa, he is the one harassing me!” you whined to him trying to desperately convince him.

You accepted the call.

“Why are you calling me?” you tried to control yourself but your voice sounded drunk.

“Where are you? Are you drunk?” Jungkook asked on the other side, if you weren’t drunk enough you could say he was even worried.

“You know, you call me on a damn good time, I’m trying to fix this mess you brought me into” you say to him in a demanding way.

“What does that even mean? Listen Yn I will pick you up wherever you are, pass me your location” Jungkook said to you serious.

“It means I’m here with Chanyeol oppa, say hi oppa” you instructed Chanyeol that was laughing besides you drunk as well, he took the phone and said:

“You are so messed up dude, Yn is a very good girl, right?”

“Yeah” you said in the background

“How can you lie about her, dude? She is so pretty, aren’t you?” Chanyeol was chuckling between words and pass you the phone again.

“You heard him, he believes me so your damn blackmail did not work on me” you said to Jungkook in a defiant way you could hear him sighting loudly.

“You are so stupid, just let me pick you up, you are clearly intoxicated” Jungkook sounded disappointed.

“No, fuck off I can take care of myself” you said on the other line.

“At least let me call you a taxi, please” he begged but you hung up your phone.

When you ended the call, you saw the sleeping figure of Chanyeol reclined in the restaurant chair, you thank the heavens and called a taxi for the both of you, after leaving him, you went to bed at your own apartment trying to think of a new way to get out of the situation but it really seemed like there was no other way than accepting Jungkook’s deal.

…..

The next day defeated you had no option but to text Jungkook, he sent you lost of messages last night but you ignore them off course, with an uninterested charm you started typing:

You: let’s go out tonight, you know what I mean

He typed a response seconds after

Jungkook: Gosh I was considering visit you at your class, why you didn’t text me back?

You: I don’t really have to

Jungkook: I can’t believe you hang up the call

Jungkook: You shouldn’t drink if don’t know how to control yourself

You: I will let pass your last comment because I want to be nice today

You: so, are you free tonight or not?

Jungkook: alright

Jungkook: be ready at 8

You really did not want to make an effort, but after all you knew who Jungkook was and if you did not take it as serious as him, he will find a loophole to keep contact with you and did not want that.

You did not actually know what you want.

Since the crazy all over again situation happened to you, you haven’t really stopped for a second to really think what is going on, what is really happening.

Did the universe actually give you a second chance to make things right? It actually felt like your old life was a complete hallucination. You doubted every day if doing all this actually serves a purpose.

But if you had to summarize all your questions and doubts into one it would be: why?

Why Jungkook killed Hajoon in the first place?

Why didn’t you notice in your old life that he was capable of killing?

Why the Jungkook in this new life seems so uncapable of killing or doing harm?

Why you have to live all of this again?

It was a lot of questions that pile up in the back of your mind and didn’t leave you alone, you had avoided making any friends, you had avoided going out at all.

You felt alone.

That made you actually wonder if it was really a bad thing that the school expel you, that would be a valid reason to pack your things and go home and start all over again, but at least you would have your mom and friends.

If you remembered correctly Jungkook lost his mom when he was a kid, maybe that is one of the signals you did not pick up about him, he never talked about his father either which you did no press him any further assuming that they might had fought. He wasn’t close with his family but he did seem normal. He approached you like a gentleman, ask for your number and started dating you, he had friends, well one actually, but they looked like they appreciate each other a lot, then it doesn’t make any sense why he would become so violent. Maybe he is just capable of such violence.

You received his text which took you out of your thoughts.

Whoever Jungkook really was, you need to cut ties and if this was truly the last chance you had to close this chapter of your life then you would not fuck it up.

Soon enough you two where dining at this restaurant, he made sure to look good tonight. Jungkook was wearing all black but the tight pants with the loose button shirt made him look dressed up but casual at the same time, you did recognize the outfit though. He was wearing it on your first date when you two were together in your past life.

Mixed feeling made a knot on your chest, you maybe had to calm down a bit with anesthesia in form of a bottle.

You served yourself some soju but before you could ingest it Jungkook stopped you.

“Calm down a bit, they haven’t brought us the food yet”

“That is exactly what I’m trying to do” you said trying once again to drink the liquor but Jungkook soft hand did not let you, you sighted.

“Please, it’s not about getting drunk” he insisted.

“You are so boring” you said letting off the glass in the table. Jungkook look down for a second, you had hurt his feelings, in another life you would have apologized and kiss his pouty lips, but you have to be tough in this one.

“I still haven’t figuring you out yet” Jungkook said to you “You hating me for no reason, I don’t believe it for a second” he pointed out analyzing your features “Something inside me fights for still convince you, still not sure of what, but I can’t give up, isn’t that crazy?”

You look at him for the first time without an annoyed look on your face.

“You look so pretty tonight” he said serious “So pretty” he remarked.

“Hey only Chanyeol can call me that” you bring out that idiot to dissipate the atmosphere, he knew what he was doing after all it has worked in the past, and if keep doing that it might work again.

Jungkook annoyance was too obvious.

“How could you go out with him? He has a reputation, you know? Did he try something stupid with you?” Jungkook demanded, he looked mad, but no the normal mad that you were accustomed to, the shine of evil that you saw that day reflected in his dark pupils for a second before disappearing, that made you swallow some saliva.

“I was joking, he as drunk as I was, I left him home, he needed help to even walk, if someone was getting advantage, I could have been the one” you said remembering Chanyeol state, Jungkook opened his eyes at your statement.

“Yn…”

“But of course, I did not, besides Chanyeol it’s not my type at all” you teased.

“And what is your type?” Jungkook asked, his lips parted with a daring gaze.

“I will not tell you, but you aren’t either” and you were not lying Jungkook wasn’t your usual type but he had something about him, that drives you completely crazy.

“Besides you have a fucking girlfriend, don’t you?” you accuse him, his expression turned confused, before he could refute you the waitress came with your food, she left soon enough. “Mmm smells so good” you said looking at the tasty dishes before you.

“Where did you get the idea that I have a girlfriend?” Jungkook asked ignoring your attempt to change the subject “It’s that why you are so cold with me?”

“So you have the balls to hide your girlfriend from me? Men! They never change!” you exclaimed with a sarcastic tone and already digging in some meat. Jungkook on the other hand hasn’t even pick up his chopsticks, he shook his head laughing with irony and served himself some soju, after he drank the shot he scrunched up his features at the burning sensation in his throat.

“What did Hajoon say to you?” Jungkook asked finally eating some food, you served two shoots of soju Jungkook took one glass and both of you drank.

“Who is Hajoon?” you asked lying blatantly “I was testing you, but it turns out that you actually have a girlfriend, ha!” you remarked, Jungkook big dark eyes opened.

“I.. umm” Jungkook started to say.

“Shut up, I don’t want to hear it” you interrupted him “like I’m not even surprised”

“I want to be honest with you, Hajoon does want something with me, okay? But we were never nothing. She was never my girlfriend” Jungkook confessed eating another piece of meat.

You raised an eyebrow. Then why did you kill her? You wanted to ask but of course you didn’t say anything.

“This is a lame conversation” you said to him.

“It is” he agreed surprising you “And I don’t care about your efforts I will not give up my chance tonight I will make you like me”

“You have too much high expectations” you added stuffing your face with noodles.

“Don’t eat too much we have another stop after dinner” he said to you making you look at him surprised, he smiled at you and said “And just to let you know, if I had the privilege to date you, I would be exclusive of course”

You pretended not pay attention to the last sentence, in your mind wondering about where he wanted to take you.

The taxi left the two of you in a children park, people were having a pleasant time, there were almost not kids around, only couples or loners that were looking at the moon and the stars that evening. Then a weird sensation in your body made you almost flinch but Jungkook took it as if you were cold.

“Oh I’m sorry, Yn I don’t have my coat here” Jungkook said “Let me hold you closer” Jungkook pull you to his arms, you were having so much mixed feelings that you did not protest or resist his touch.

“Why did you brought me here, Jungkook?” you questioned, you could not see his face you could only hear his voice.

“This a kinda personal place for me, if we become close one day I’ll tell you the full story okay?” he said with an incredibly smooth voice, you did not responded and without saying a word you walked in silence admiring the flowers and the moonshine.

Then a statue caught your attention, a butterfly statue.

You remembered once when you were little, a park had a butterfly statue just like this one, but that was a weird day, a little boy lost his mom and he was scared, he did not let go of your hand.

……………………………….

The past.

The children’s squeals and the cracking sounds of the swings of the kid’s park filled the ambiance while the summer breeze blew Yn’s hair. the little girl was barely grasping her mother’s hand, everything was unnatural to her, even thought it was a children’s park and she was a little girl the fact that she was in this foreign country made the most simple things incredibly new and even scary.

Yn’s mom promise her that they would have so much fun in Korea while they were on holiday, just like their vacation in Thailand and Japan though she doesn’t remember much of those. Her mom made sure she could understand some of the language which she spoke fluently, but still it was too different from home that she did not dare to leave her mom side for too long.

So there she was, not being able to play with the other kids because it was scary, but she wanted to make her mom happy so for the first time in days she let go of her hand and went her way.

Walking through the park she stopped her tracks, she heard someone behind a bush, not a dangerous stranger rather it sounded like a kid was crying.

She went closer and found a little boy just like her, his big doe watery eyes stared at her immediately, a few tears running down his still red face.

“Don’t cry!” yn said in his language, she remembered she asked her mom what did it meant what the old ladies said to her when she was crying in the restaurant.

He looked at her again not sobbing anymore but unable to stop the tears, yn felt pity for him and wondered why he was in the park alone without his mom. Yn felt the need to help him, maybe her mom can call his or something.

“Come!” she ordered him with gesture of her hands, the boy still not said a word but he stood up without moving, without more vocabulary to instruct him, yn simply took his hand and pull him so he followed her.

The boy did grab her hand tightly and followed her, when they arrived to her mom, she looked at them with a smile that dropped as soon as she saw the red bloated eyes of the little boy.

“What’s wrong with your friend, sweetie?” she asked yn.

“I don’t know, I think he lost her mom but I don’t know how to ask him” yn said worried, her mom started to ask the little boy questions that she did not understand quite well, the boy did not let go of her hand.

“His name is Jungkook” her mother suddenly said to her “He doesn’t remember her mother’s phone number, why don’t you introduce yourself like I taught you” she suggested, the nerves attacked yn again but she had to be a big girl today.

“My name is yn” she said remembering how to introduce herself in Korean.

“I am Jeon Jungkook” he responded not crying anymore.

“Honey I am going to ask around to see if his mother is near, ok?” her mom said to her “Meanwhile why don’t you go play and buy ice cream, huh? that could make Jungkook less scared don’t you think?” her mom handed her some cash and put away some hairs of her face, yn nodded.

Her mom said something to Jungkook and then walked away, Jungkook pulled her hand and she followed him, then she playfully pushed him and then ran away, Jungkook got the hint and ran her way until he got to her and push her playfully making her laugh, now he ran as fast as he could but she got to him. They stopped when the saw an old lady with a cart, all the children were forming a line so yn assumed that she must be selling delicious ice cream.

Yn looked at Jungkook, he gave her a little smile. They both were sitting on the bench drinking yogurt, it turned out that the old lady was not selling ice cream, but the yogurt was tasty. The bench was just in front of this particular statue, the sculpture was of a butterfly spreading its wings, yn found it beautiful.

Yn put the change in her pockets put her keychain fell out, Jungkook grabbed it and extended to her, yn felt the need to gift her keychain to Jungkook, the poor boy lost his mom so he must be really sad.

She shook her head and made a gesture to him to keep it, Jungkook looked at her with a smile and hug her, she hugged him back then she took his hand and made their way back to her mom that was calling for them.

While they were walking towards her mom yn notice someone.

It was a woman, a weeping woman hidden behind a tree nearby. The way that she looked at them made the unaware little girl sense that something was up, but she said nothing to Jungkook or her mom, a minute past and she did not realize until a man suddenly grabbed Jungkook’s arm.

The man did not have a good aspect, he had this serious expression in his face, a 3 day beard, messy hair and he smelled like tobacco.

Jungkook smiled went away immediately, yn turned around looking for the woman hiding behind the tree but she was gone.

Her mom looked serious while talking to the man, he had a deep raspy voice, they seemed to say goodbye and the next second the man was pulling Jungkook away from yn, Jungkook held her hand tight for a few seconds until this man pull him away, then they walk out Jungkook looking at her at every chance he had.

“Is him his dad?” Yn asked her mom confused.

“Yes, he is Jungkook’s father” She also followed them with her sight until she could not see them anymore ”Are you hungry, sweetie? Let’s go grab lunch” her mother said to her taking her hand and leaving the park.

……………………………………………………………..

“This is crazy, but I think I’d been here before” you mentioned, Jungkook stopped walking as you said that. “I came here when I was a child”

“What?” Jungkook mumbled almost to himself.

“Yes, that’s the statue” you turned to take a better look of it but Jungkook’s arm did not let you go so you both turned. “Whoah so crazy like a deja vu” you exclaimed.

“I think a boy lost his mom that day, I did not know a word of Korean back then, but I tried my best to comfort him, I remember that it was in this very same park!” you were excited at the coincidence that you did no notice Jungkook’s watery eyes and how wiped away a few tears from his face, so you were surprised when he hugged you all of the sudden, you were kinda stiff at the beginning but soon enough you hugged him back.

“What if I tell you that I’m that boy, the boy that was so scared that hid behind the bush? That felt safe while holding that little girl hand?” Jungkook said while hugging you even tighter, you came to realization of him being the little boy that lost his mom that day.

“oh my god” you could only say, all this time seemed like destiny crossed your paths on purpose since you two were little till now. Your lives changed so much, you wondered sometimes what could have been of that lost boy, and now realizing that it was Jungkook all this time made you a little emotional.

You broke the hug to look at his eyes, they were shiny and, his lips curved into a smile.

“It is you” he said still smiling.

“Jungkook this is actually crazy” you manage to say “I don’t know what to say”

“We don’t have to say much” Jungkook replied putting his hands on your face and caressing your cheeks with his fingers.

“I wondered so many times about you” you confessed to him feeling the urge to close the distance.

“So did I” Jungkook said softly “I still have the keychain, but I’m always afraid to lose it so I keep it in my room”

“Really?” you asked almost in a whisper; he bitted his lips.

“Yn, I’m going to kiss you right now, I can’t hold back no more” he said before taking your lips into his, there was nothing aggressive about it, it was just neediness and passion, you hold his face between your hands deepening the kiss.

Jungkook hasn’t committed any crime yet.

You can guide him to be a better person and to get help for him if he needs it.

Maybe the universe message it’s that love wins at the end.

“Yn, I’m yours” Jungkook said between kisses. You melted at his words.

“I was such a bitch to you, I’m sorry” you said to Jungkook feeling the tears stinging your eyes.

“I forgive you” Jungkook murmuring giving you some pecks “I will always forgive you”

“Why don’t we celebrate?” you suggested to Jungkook “Is there a bar near here? I want to catch up with your life!”

“oh I don’t want to ruin the night, love” Jungkook said giving you one more kiss “my past is not something pleasant to talk about”

“it can’t be all bad, besides I want to know! Please” you pleaded with your eyes “And if you don’t want to tell me everything tonight then let just enjoy ourselves”

Jungkook smiled fondly

“Alright, I know a place”

You drank all night, kissing in-between, Jungkook did not say much about his past but he let you know that his mother passed away, but you already knew that. You told him about your life back home, how your mom was doing nowadays, that you felt a little lonely in Korea.

“You will never feel alone again, love” Jungkook mentioned kissing you again.

“What about you? You don’t seem to be close with the family you have left” you asked him, trying to get a little more information about his past.

He was taken back at your question, his whole demeanor turned anxious.

“Well it’s really not a nice story…” Jungkook said serious, you came closer to him and put your arm around his waist.

“It’s okay, I shouldn’t have asked” you replied trying to be tactful, Jungkook turned around to look at your eyes.

“…But I trust you enough” he sentenced “You remember that day when we were kids and I got lost? You know my father found me and I returned home with him” Jungkook told you holding his breath, you knew it was difficult topic and wondered why you even brought that up, maybe it was too soon to talk about it either way Jungkook continued “I actually ran away with my mom that day” he confessed and heavily exhaled “but he found me”

“That sounds like he wasn’t very good to you” you added passing your hands back and forth through his back in a soft motion.

“He was not” Jungkook simply said without giving much details “He was actually a monster”

“Oh my god” you exclaimed now feeling guilty, the woman behind the tree that day must has been Jungkook’s mom! And she arrived first but no one saw her except you. What could have been of Jungkook’s life? It was your fault, you felt the burning in eyes, tears wanting to come out but you hold them in to not worry Jungkook.

“And that day when he found me after running away he…” Jungkook had to stop himself for a moment “…took it on me” you closed your eyes recognizing how much Jungkook has suffered.

“But later when my mom came back home…He…” Jungkook made a disgusted gesture, he felt repulsed at the memories.

“Jungkook, we don’t have to talk about this if you are not comfortable” you reminded him with a gentle tone, he shook his head.

“Someone needs to know, I need some one to know” he exclaimed fully determined.

“To know what?” you asked him

“My mother did not just pass away, Yn” Jungkook confessed “That bastard kill her” you gasped loudly covering your mouth with your hand.

His father was a killer, so was Jungkook.

It was the cycle of violence bond to repeat itself.

Again in the hole without being able to escape.

Everything in Yn’s mind turned black and white. An animal survival instinct started again palpitating in her chest, fear infected her blood.

“Oh Jungkook” you could only whisper before pulling him for a hug trying to dissimulate your body shaking.

“He is not part of my life anymore, he doesn’t exist” he also said in a whisper “But I feel disgusted every time I have to pretend my mother just died and that he had nothing to do with it” the subtle rage in his tone chilled your bones

“It’s over, Jungkook, it’s over” you comforted him a few more seconds before pulling away from the hug.

Now you were stuck again, just when felt that you could give a second chance the change of events has led you right in the biggening.

Jungkook was doomed, you couldn’t explained but you just know it. And you would be doomed too if you stayed around too long.

Now it was time to make a new plan, no to gig yourself deeper in a highly codependent relationship.

You let another hour go by drowning yourself in more alcohol until you felt tipsy, then you turned to Jungkook with a tired expression:

“umm Jungkook I’m feeling a little sleepy right now” you told him yawning.

“it’s okay, let’s go to my house” Jungkook said, you could not mention this to him, but going to his house again was too soon, you needed to erase the memories of blood first.

You needed to decline but also be lowkey about it.

“isn’t a motel nearer?” you asked him

“A motel?” he asked you again.

It wasn’t ideal but you still could not let Jungkook suggest to take you home, so a motel it is.

“Yeah” you murmured “I just really want to sleep” emphasizing the last word, he nodded and took your hand guiding you.

You both left the bar, and maybe was the alcohol in your system but as soon as you realized you two were alone in a room.

The typical motel setting, nothing fancy, you were not able to catch much details the only thing that really caught your attention was the humid smell.

You did not think twice and went straight to the bed, Jungkook watching your every step, his expectations did not go to far as he saw you close your eyes and fell asleep not much later.

He shook his head smiling, and took off your heels. He did the same with his shoes and laid besides you closing his eyes and embracing Morpheus.

After a while Yn woke up, the moonshine reflecting in Jungkook features, he was so peaceful when he was asleep. In that moment Yn wished to erase the wicked memory of that look in his eyes when they were at the police station.

That was a completely different person, that was not this angelic being resting besides her.

Yn felt a painful sharp pain in her chest, feeling like she was saying a proper goodbye to the boy that she loved.

She needed to leave before the sun comes out and Jungkook starts being so lovely and more difficult to reject.

So yn looked out for her heels scattered across the room, and put them on without losing sight of Jungkook sleeping figure.

But as soon as Yn left the room, she encountered herself in the middle of a storm.

A man was holding a gun on the head of a weeping woman.

His eyes dark and shiny with no sense of any human qualities, very animalistic.

The woman with barely clothes on her body, face turned into a torrid mishmash of makeup, tears and blood.

Your own pulse started to accelerate.

there was no warning when the man just shot his gun.

The woman screamed in horror when she saw you lying on the ground in a puddle of blood.

You felt no pain.

The consciousness again slipping away from you.

The cold and the nothing carried you for a few instants until you did not remember your name anymore.

End of part 1

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mindurbuzznezz · 2 months

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Hello can anybody help me find namjoon fanfic so what I remember is that the readerxnamjoon were at a frozen lake and the reader was wearing a skirt and namjoon had told her that she looked cute and then they fucked in his car that’s all I remember help me please #bts #namjoonreader

I’ve read it a while ago it’s in my reblogs but I just know it’s so far down lol

#bts scenarios #nanjoon smutt #namjoon smut #bts x reader #namjoon size kink #namjoon

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olderthannetfic · 2 years

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I'll take a shot on the ABO conversational wagon.

Back in 2010-2014 or so I was aware it existed but was extremely squicked by ABO, partially I think because of the culture hype around it (at least in the circles I was running then) and also a lot of the time it read as rapebutitsokaybiology and while I've always liked noncon I prefer content that's honest with itself. Sex pollen stories are a thing that happens to you that causes inevitable fuckery in some form or fashion- that's fun and knows exactly what it's about. ABO felt like the idea of fuck or die, but rather that being something happening to the involved parties, that's who they are in ABO. because biology. Blegh no fun.

But then it was 2020, I was chewing through BTS fic like a starved man and, huh, I was noticing an awful lot of abo fic. So I gave it another shot, and it's hard to tell if my perception has changed or if it's a cultural difference on how these stories are written and expressed now, or even just down to which fandom where, but I fell in love with ABO in pretty short order.

There are so many great fics that focus on cultural complications, abo canonical lore treated as mythology vs reality, the very real social dynamics that could crop up. It provides an extremely interesting lense through with you can examine our society without the slog of the horror of reality.

And, lots of extremely awesome porn or even just fun worldbuilder fics. 👌 if someone had told me in 2011 that the questionable abo fics I read then would eventually lead to some of the most thoughtful social commentary fics I've read to date I absolutely would not have believed you.

I'm also a monsterfucker now though, so I'm positive a change of tastes absolutely plays some kind of role lol. From my most hated trope to the apple of my smutt collection lol

It's the runny assholes and constant assbabies I objected to at first.

It sounded like everybody had diarrhea and didn't know what contraception was. DNW!

BTS converted me to liking a/b/o, and it's entirely because of Fifth Pilot Problem: a.k.a. it's a popular fandom with a tightly-defined team and there's an odd number of them.

What do you do with the other one?

You make your three-slot xenogender sex pollen porn more interesting, that's what.

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onlyswan · 3 years

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meet me behind the mall | jjk

→ pairing: jungkook x f!reader

→ genre: smut sigh, fluff kinda

→ warnings: exhibitionism, public sex, dirty talk, slight ? degredation, calls her a slut once, fingering, handjob, oral (m. and f. receiving), choking, spitting, cum eating / swallowing, unprotected sex, facial (this term is so 😭) lmk if i miss anything plz

→ word count: 3.3k

summary: jungkook makes you live for the thrill of it all.

note: this was an impulsive write idk what possessed me today frends but have at it >_> semi proofread it’s 5am goodbyr

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it’s one of the things you first learned about him. jungkook loves taking photos. he loves capturing moments with a simple click of a camera. he finds an unexplainable comfort and bittersweet nostalgia in finding old photographs in his drawer, in his pockets, tucked in between the pages of his textbooks. it’s like finding little treasures all over the place, you can hear his voice in your head, can see the pretty twinkles of passion and fondness in his pretty doe eyes.

so when he told you all about the new photobooth at the arcade, followed by a text that simply said meet me behind the mall, you didn’t particularly imagine that you would end up in this position. you can see the shutter going off even though your eyelids are closed as jungkook’s tongue is basically shoved down your throat. your panties is pulled to the side and two of his fingers are thrusting in and out of your cunt, curling deliciously to stimulate your sweet spot that has your thighs shaking uncontrollably every fucking time.

how naive of you to think that your boyfriend spontaneously texted you at eight in the evening to meet up and simply take cute couple pictures in film. of course, you do have a fair share of scandalous photos, but they’re all conveniently stored and locked away in your phones. this is something entirely new and as embarrassing it is to admit, thrilling. yourself from one year ago never would’ve guessed what her future self is doing right now. how the desires in you can easily be fueled to life just by the trailing of jungkook’s fingers on the smoothness of your thighs, his lips nipping at your neck, or even the simple thought of having his cock filling you up to the brim.

you can’t help but to giggle against his mouth. all of your senses are heightened at this moment, your heart beating aggressively in your chest. he pulls away slightly but his gaze stays on your pink and swollen parted lips, drunk eyes taking in your disheveled state.

“what’s going in that pretty little mind of yours?” he smirks, thumb sneakily rubbing your clit. you try your best to hold out your moan but a broken whine comes out, your head throwing back against the wall of the limited space you’re both squeezed into. only a black curtain and an ‘occupied’ sign in red bold and capital letters separated you from the world outside, where games are being played by people of all ages; loud sound effects and songs from the 2000’s and 2010’s mixing into an ear numbing noise that can only be recognized from an arcade center; and tickets gathered are being exchanged for cute stationary items and trinkets.

“you’re so, so dirty.” you say to him, eyes rolling back as his fingers never let up on their toe curling pace, only making you lose your inhibitions and self-control more than anything else. you clench around them involuntarily, drenching his hand with your juices. “was this your plan all along?”

your eyes widen in shock when the sound of his palm slapping your bare cunt filled the booth, the stinging pain registering in your mind next. “are you fucking crazy? someone might hear!” you whisper angrily at him, but his dark and blown out eyes made you shrink back in your seat. his intimidating, and almost condescending, expression have you gushing against his hand that is now petting your pussy to soothe the pain he inflicted.

“watch your mouth. you and this fucking skimpy dress are the only ones dirty here. you know what this shit does to me.” he smiles at you sweetly. “are you sure this was my plan? are we playing mind games here, baby girl?” his hand comes down from your face to play with the cloth of your blue dress, the other thrusting two of his fingers in you again, then adding another. the stretch has you gripping tightly on his shirt, not having anything else to hold on to.

“fuck, ahhh- jungkook. don’t stop.” god, you are dripping all over, your wetness staining your seat. it makes your cheeks flush in shame.

“just wanted to look pretty for you, i-is all.” you mewl at him, blinking innocently. the camera is not forgotten by jungkook. in fact, it’s one of the things getting him more riled up. the almost blinding light of the flash shines on your soft skin, and the sweat that has formed on your temples and your neck. your pupils are blown and eyelids drooping caused by the pleasure he is giving you. it’s visible how difficult it is for you to keep in all your noises from the people outside the damn curtain when you’re so lost in the feeling of his fingers inside of you. all because of him. your fucked out state got jungkook gritting his teeth, his dick twitching inside his pants. jesus christ, you get him so fucking turned on and desperate for it without even trying. your beauty is seductive and enchanting and effortless. there is no point in hiding how crazy he is for you.

“my pretty girl. you dressed yourself all nice for me?” he presses a chaste kiss on your lips, before he wraps his hand around your throat, pressing at the right places just enough to make your mind all fuzzy. “i’m such a lucky man. i love you so much.”

your eyes roll back at the back of your head at the all consuming feeling taking over senses. you don’t think you can answer correctly if ever someone asks for your name or the colors of the goddamn traffic signs. “y-yeah, for you, of course. love you so much.”

he gives you a satisfied hum, moving down to squeeze one of your breasts with his large hand before pinching your nipple from outside the cotton of your dress. “mhmm, holy fuck. you’re always so sensitive. so easy to please. am i making you feel good?” you don’t know how he can act so casual while you’re basically falling apart in his hands, but for some sick reason, it stirs up the arousal in your belly even more.

“y-yes, kook, i’m so close, please, please, please,” you cry out desperately, tears forming at the corner of your eyes as you squeeze his fingers with your walls uncontrollably. “wait, ohhh, stop. stop. i can’t cum here. i- it’s gonna be a mess, this is so embar- fuck, jungkook!” your squeal dies down in your throat when your boyfriend kneels on the ground and starts sucking your clit in his mouth as his fingers inside of you became more aggressive, hitting all the right places that makes you see stars behind your eyelids. you cover your mouth with your hand to muffle your desperate and whiny sounds, suddenly becoming aware of where the two of you are right now.

you grip his hair with your hands to steady yourself and unconsciously grind your cunt against his face, his eager tongue doing very sinful things for the sole purpose of making you come undone. he pulls you closer to the edge with his strong arm so he can have better access, eating you out like a man feasting on the divine food of the gods. divine. that’s one perfect word to describe you.

he flicks your clit teasingly before wrapping his pink and plump lips around it again. the overwhelming sight almost makes you want to burst into tears. “hmm, cum for me, baby.” your body jerks in his hold, his words of permission acting as the trigger for your orgasm. he drinks you up greedily, his tongue replacing his fingers’ place in fucking into you, letting you ride out your high.

he comes up to kiss you, making you taste yourself in his mouth. you can even feel his wet chin. you moan against him when two fingers dip inside you again, and then he’s having you suck on them almost too enthusiastically. you’re still in a daze from your release, and with jungkook, you’re basically down for anything and everything. you open your eyes to meet his, and if you aren’t already fucked out with his fingers choking you, his hooded eyes will have reduced you into a blabbering mess.

“you’re always so good to me.” he says with a raspy voice. he takes out his fingers and wipes it on his shirt before pulling you in for another kiss. “let’s get out of here so i can fuck you properly like my girl deserves, okay?” you nod meekly, trying to hide your excitement. he fixes you up to make you look presentable enough to walk in public, combing your hair with his fingers and straightening out your dress.

“can’t forget these. don’t want anyone else seeing you like this. it’s for my eyes only.” he gathers all the developed films from the booth, facing you with a teasing smile.

“for your eyes only.” you agree, looking up at him. you open the small backpack you brought along with you and he stuffs them all inside mindlessly, his cock still straining painfully in his pants and he might just lose his mind if he’s still not inside of your pussy in the next five minutes.

“can’t walk properly,” you whine out once you step out of the booth, your boyfriend supporting you by the waist.

“sorry, baby.” he presses an apologetic kiss on your temple. “but i’m not done with you yet.” he really doesn’t give a fuck if anyone heard the both of you at all, but he knows that you’re starting to worry, so he makes sure that you keep your eyes on him as you walk your way out of the place.

“are we going to your place? or mine?” you ask once you get out, the cool air of the mall embracing you. you shiver lightly. your boyfriend doesn’t respond, but when he starts dragging you towards the movie theater that is just beside the arcade, you realize the answer to your question.

“jungkook, really?” you hiss at him, but don’t make any efforts to stop him as he leads you to the restrooms.

“i’m so fucking hard right now, babe. i can’t wait anymore.” they’re about to close up in an hour, so the place is basically deserted. but still, you can’t believe what you’re about to do right now. he peeks in the women’s and once he made sure it’s clear, you go in to the farthest cubicle.

“damn woman,” his throaty chuckle makes your center throb again as you immediately pull down his sweatpants along with his boxers, his big cock slapping against his stomach. you lick a stripe from his balls up to his tip, then gathering saliva in your mouth and letting it drip down his length. his breathing gets heavier at the sight of doing such a filthy action without him asking you to. he strokes your cheek as you jack him off and give his head kitten licks, your spit acting as an effective lube.

“put it in your mouth now, baby.” he says softly, grasping your hair to guide your mouth on his cock. “choke on it, yeah?” you hum in submission to his request, relaxing your throat to take in as much of him as you can. you start to bob your head up and down to get used to the feeling, your hand still wrapped around the few inches left.

“fuck, you look so pretty like this. i’ve been thinking about it all day.” his confession made you all warm inside. you’ve always wondered how you managed to become his girlfriend. sometimes, it feels to good to be true. knowing the effect you have on him even when you’re not around made you even more determined to blow his damn mind. to be the only star of his wildest dreams.

you go down on him until your nose reach his pubic area, carefully breathing out through it. “oh my god, that’s my girl.” he thrusts his hip forward and holds your head down in place, making you choke on him like he wanted to. his moans sends tingles to your pussy and you rub your thighs together in a pitiful attempt to relieve yourself of some pressure. he lets you breathe in some air before you take him in your mouth again, swallowing around his length as you move your head up and down.

“ohhh, fuck. your mouth is s-so warm. you like this huh? sucking me off outside our rooms for the first time?” he can’t help but to move his hips as well, instinctively following your mouth. your moans vibrate on his dick, and he hisses at the added sensation. “and you called me what? so, so dirty? turns out you’re just as fucking filthy, baby.” and there it is again, the mischievous smile on his face that makes your knees (that you’re sure will be bruising soon enough) weak. you know that he’s right. you can’t help but to whimper around him when you feel wetness drip from your hole. you want to touch yourself so bad but your hands on your boyfriend’s flexing muscular thighs are what’s keeping you steady and grounded.

“ohh- ah, fuck fuck fuck! are you fucking kidding me?” his body jerks when you take all of him and stay still, contracting your throat around him and massaging his balls in your small and soft hand. his brain goes on a frenzy at the waves of pleasure rippling in his body, sweat rolling down his temples and abdomen working hard to stop himself from cumming down your throat. “s-shit, stop it, stop it, stop, i’m gonna blow my load.”

you pull him out with a pop, hand gripping his base to keep his orgasm at bay. his glassy eyes meet your own, and you give him a wink. “are you gonna fuck me now?”

a shiver runs up jungkook’s spine. “you’re so fucking hot. come here.” he helps you get up and snakes his tongue in your mouth, pinning you on the other side of the cubicle. his hand sneaks in under your dress to cup your center, groaning against your mouth when he felt how wet you are. “shit, you’re soaking. did you get this turned on by sucking my dick?”

“really turned on. i love blowing you.” you twirl a strand of his hair around your finger, blinking up at him with a smile.

“you’re actually killing me here.” he chuckles, squeezing your ass and pulling you close to grind himself on you. he drags down your panties until you step out of them, throwing it on top of your backpack. he tucks your hair behind your ear and whispers. “jump.” you obey, wrapping your legs around his waist.

he pumps his cock a few times before teasingly running the tip along your wet folds, a nudge on your clif making you moan quietly. “put it in, please. jungkook? i’ve been good, right?”

“shhh, i got you.”

you hold on to his neck tightly as you let yourself succumb to the pleasure. it’s amazing how you can feel so stretched out from the very beginning, only his tip yet breaching your walls. you never really got used to it. “you’re so big, kook.” you cry out against his shoulder as he sinks his entire length into you. your praise inflates his ego. he lets you adjust for a moment, peppering kisses along your neck and shoulder.

when you gave him the signal, he begins thrusting into you, gradually picking up to a rough and unforgiving pace he knows you like. the lewd squelching sounds of your connected sex filled the empty room.

“sh-should’ve done this sooner. ahh fuck, why does this feel so good?” you’re out of your mind. you can’t remember a time you felt this horny. and to be brutally honest, he’s fucking you dumb right now. you can feel every ridge of his cock in you, can feel his tip furiously and consistently stimulating the spot in you that has you writhing in his arms, that along with his pelvis grinding against your clit each time he fucks back into you.

“jesus, are you hearing yourself right now? you like doing it outside with me, baby?”

“yes, yes! oh, harder, please. m-more, i’m close again.” you sob out, biting on his shoulder to cover your cries.

“can’t believe i got myself a filthy little slut here.” he shakes his head in mock disbelief, adjusting his hold on you and fucking you with a much fiercer drive to make you cream on his cock this time. “f-fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight.” he breathes out a laugh followed by a broken moan, your soft walls enveloping him in your wamth. “cum when you need to, hmm? you’ve been so good to me.”

you mutter countless thank you’s mixed with your moans and whimpers, the pleasure getting too much to bear. you throw your head back as you orgasm on your boyfriend’s cock, clenching around him uncontrollably as he fucks you through it, desperate to reach his own high. your juices drip down to his balls, and it makes him crazier. he takes the opportunity create marks on your neck, sucking and biting red and purple on your skin.

it’s not long before overstimulation takes place, but you don’t complain, not when it feels this good. another orgasm hits you, not as intense as the first two, but it still got you seeing stars and your body shaking against the wall.

“did you just cum again? oh god, fucking shit. i’m there- so fucking close. you feel so- oh, so good. love you. love you a lot.”

“i want to swallow your cum.” your voice is barely there, but jungkook hears you just fine. he almost chokes on his own spit upon registering your words in his brain. without wasting any time, he sets you down on the floor and you kneel infront of him, mouth open and tongue out.

he jacks himself off while you generously lick at his frenulum, looking up at him expectantly. the sight of you all eager and impatient for his cum finally triggers his release, aiming for your tongue but some still landing on your cheeks and chin as he’s too overwhelmed and shaken to see straight. you swallow happily, licking the rest from your fingers.

“god, i love you.” he says quietly, pulling you up from the floor and embracing you, but you wiggle out of his grasp.

“love you too but gross, gross, gross. i need to go home and shower.” you whine out, twirling as you try and fix your appearance again.

“not you acting like a brat once you got what you wanted.” he pinches your waist jokingly. he takes tissue from the dispenser to clean up the wetness that dripped down all the way to your thighs, being the loving boyfriend that he is.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you pout at him. “i’m so tired and gross. i hate you.”

“are you asking for it again?”

“no, i swear to god. you owe me a bubble bath and a massage.”

“okay, fine. my place then.” he gives up, shaking his head with a laugh at your change of mood. “i love you. can i get a kiss then?”

you tiptoe to reach him, slightly pulling him down by the collar of his shirt to give him a smooch. “i love youuu.”

once you both make yourself presentable (again) to the best of your abilities, you head out of the restroom first. you notice the cashier at the popcorn place eyeing you suspiciously, especially when jungkook comes out to meet you a few minutes later. you hide yourself behind him in shame.

you walk out of the mall with his hand over your shoulder, yours on his waist. you look at him questioningly when he covers your neck with more of your hair. “maybe i made a little too much.” he winces apologetically.

“we are never doing that again.” you sigh, your legs still feeling weak but you will yourself to make it all the way to the parking lot.

“what? you said you liked it!”

“it was during the moment. i was delirious.”

jungkook rolls his eyes. “you’re lying. let’s see, because that’s also what you said the first time we tried choking.”

“jungkook! shut up!”

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note: i never know how to finish these runs and hides

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bonvoyagenoona · 2 years

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masterlist | sort by member

MASTERLIST 📚 | ASKS QUEUE❓| TAGLIST 💜

kim namjoon

kim seokjin

min yoongi

jung hoseok

park jimin

kim taehyung

jeon jungkook

ot7

#masterlist #bonvoyagenoona #bts fanfiction #bts angst #bts smutt #bts fluff

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bluewhale52 · 3 years

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The History of Us - Ch. 28

Synopsis: You have built your career and you have 2 rising hip hop superstars as your besties. Life is pretty good, until one drunken night that derails your life plan. How would you survive?

Pairing: ?? x OC , main characters are mostly Namjoon, Yoongi and Tae, but all 7 are present now

Fic type: social media au

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, fluff, angst, NSFW

Rated: R

Warning: swearing, talk about sex and pregnancy.

Disclaimer: photos are not mine, and of course characterization and scenarios of the boys are purely of my imagination

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Ch. 28 - Listening Comprehension

Published 14012021

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hollyhomburg · 4 years

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It’s too early for me to be thinking about Jikook x reader smut but I’m thinking about jikook x reader smut. (Nsfw) Ugh I have an examnnnn today why am I thinking about an au in which Jungkook gets so riled up and emotional after concerts and needs it fucked out of him by Jimin and the mc which are his boyfriend and girlfriend.

Imagine Jungkook lying on the bed all shivery and jumpy from the lingering pent up adrenaline, his head in the reader’s lap while Jimin just touches him- hands running all up and down his chest, the slightest brush against his nipples makeing him jump and twitch, all of the emotions he’s feeling just too much- but his body so physically tired he can’t do anything about it. His face Turning red by the low dirty words you whisper in his ear about how good he was tonight- how good boys get good things.

Anyway I just imagine Jimin fucking jk stupid until he’s crying and boneless, all of the tension in his body leaving once he cums. and then he curls up next to them- too fucked out to participate but still verry much into watching the two people he loves more than anything get it on- the reader ride Jimin on the edge of the bed. Because while Jungkook likes to it soft and sensual after he’s been worked up Jimin needs something absolutely aerobic to get him rid of all that leftover energy. Luckily you don’t have a problem with being a little sore - because you always let Jimin go as hard as he wants, running your nails down his spine hard enough to leave lines and sate his need for a little bit of pain with his pleasure.

Jungkook curling up around you even as you fuck because he just wants to be close to both of his favorite people. Both of them eventually falling asleep curled up on top of you, jimin’s leg thrown around your waist, forehead against your shoulder, Jungkook resting his ear against your chest so he can listen to your heartbeat. both of them absolutely exhausted but yeah- maybe it gives you a little bit of satisfaction to help them wind down after a concert.

imagine kookie still so riled up in the morning, so sleepy about it as he starts to grind into your ass from behind half asleep, your skin feels so good against his that he groans loud when you put a hand behind you to still him. chiding him to be quiet- to let jimin sleep. But he’s bratty so he begs, and eventually, you’re grinding back onto him, the drag slow and hot underneath the covers, sleepy morning sex that’s answered with jimin waking up and lazily leaning over to direct Jungkook’s hips into a faster pace. “if you’re going to fuck her you have to do it well” and it leaves the three of you boneless by the end of it- ready for more napping.

just smutty times with poly jikook x you! good smutty times!

(Just a reminder- I share my ideas with you guys because I know people like them. But my ideas are my own ideas, so please don’t use them as inspiration for your own story.)

#jikook x reader #jikook #bts #bts smutt #bts fluff #park jimin #jeon jungkook #jungkook #jimin #jungkook x jimin

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taetaesbaebaepsae · 5 years

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BTS Reactions to S/O Being a Dom (Maknae Line)

Request: anonymous asked: Hello, can you do a bts reaction where their girlfriend is a dom ( and I mean the real dom in the relationship not a fake do that became submissive in the end ) I'm tired of pseudo dom girlfriend Please I need it thank you 🙏

A/n: Hey nonnie so I’m doing Maknae Line just because I can imagine that a lot more than Hyung line (they be out here domming a lot) BUT I am willing to do Hyung line if you want it so hmu

Warnings: Smut, avert your eyes children, we’re all going to hell

Word Count: 1641

Taehyung

You’d been dating Taehyung for a couple of months before you spoke to him about your sexual proclivities

You were pretty sure he’d be okay with everything because he let you take the reins in bed almost all the time anyway

He loved to watch you ride him and praised you a lot during sex anyway

So when you explained to him what you really wanted he just kinda smiled at you and said in a low voice, “I’ll do whatever you want, Jagi.”

Which was super hot in his deep ass voice

So, Tae’s fave things about you being a dom are as follows

He loves it when you sit on his face and near suffocate him with your pussy

You’re the one that has to watch out for him turning red because he WILL NOT tap out

The first time you wore pointy stilettos and dug your heel into the base of his hard cock he almost came in his pants

Taehyung. Loves. Heels. I don’t make the rules

He loves the whole dom aesthetic if you wear leather and get a riding crop he’ll be all over it

He’ll be bucking and panting as you trail the riding crop along his length

He tries to be good but he’s kind of a bratty sub just because he begs so much

It takes him a while to lose control but when he does he’s hard to say no to because he’s all dark lusty eyes and deep, guttural groans

He knows just how to praise you to get you to finally touch him, too, he’ll say things like “I want you to touch me because I love you so much,” and “No one has ever made me this hard,” and you give in more than you plan to

You can tease him for a very long time before he’ll disobey you

It’s hard to find a punishment for him though because he loves all your normal ones so much

His eyes light up when you suggest punishing him by suffocating him so you’re like smh

His least favorite punishment is when you tie his hands behind him and absolutely will not go near him

You’ll touch yourself, give him a show and he watches you with desperate eyes, whimpering and moaning behind your panties that you gagged him with

You realize you have to gag him because he’s so loud and his deep moans make you way too horny to tell him no

He will barely ever use his safeword

The only time he will is when it physically hurts because he’s not all that into pain

He’s into you controlling him, making him hard with a glance and a wink

Loves to be teased in public but you don’t do it often because you found out he finds it very hard to be quiet

All the boys stared at you when Tae let out a strangled moan during a movie night when you kept stroking his cock through his sweatpants and then finally put your hand down them and squeezed hard

So you stick to digging your stilettos into his thigh at dinner and you love the way his face changes, eyes go all serious, jaw set in a hard line

You’ll tell him not to touch himself on tour

He’ll be so good about it until you decide to send him a series of aesthetic nudes

He’ll call you upset the next day, whining that he could’ve been good if you hadn’t done that

Loves it when you edge him but he gets frustrated after a while and will be a brat

You reward him more than you punish him, though, for sure

Pegging isn’t even a punishment because he loves the way you look with a strapon he gets so excited so fast just looking at you that he’s about to come before you ever put it in

If you offer to let him top as a reward, he might turn you down because he doesn’t really need it, but if you offer to let him come inside you he’ll be so grateful and so fucking loud when he comes, it’s his favorite reward

Constantly praises you in and out of the bedroom, telling you how amazing and beautiful you are every day

Taehyung is a great sub, tbh, don’t @me

Jimin

Jimin would live for his S/O being a dom

He is such a good boy, are you kidding me?

He will be bratty sometimes though bc he’s a mischievous little shit and he loves every punishment you can think up

Anal beads? Yes. Butt plugs? Yes. Pain? Yes.

Jimin’s like “safe words are for pussies”

You would have to almost kill him before he’d use it

Jimin loves everything about the situation but if you’re great with aftercare he’ll be so in love with you

He loves the praise, when you tell him he’s a good boy he’s hard all over again and it’s a cycle

After a while you don’t even have to tie him up, he’s such a good boy he’ll sit on his hands so he won’t touch you

If you tell him not to touch himself while he’s on tour for 6 months? He won’t

He’ll call you crying because he had a wet dream and didn’t mean to disobey you

Like he’ll disobey you on purpose sometimes but when he doesn’t mean to he’s so upset

You’d never punish him for something like that but he’ll beg you to punish him to make him feel better about it

If he senses you aren’t going hard enough because he didn’t mean to, he’ll be mad

He would love it if you made him wear your panties and somehow he’d look hotter than you do in them

You’re lowkey jealous

He gets rewarded a LOT

His favorite reward is when you eat his ass and jack him off while you’re telling him how pretty he looks

ANYWAY Jimin loves anal play and he’s not even shy about it

Will 100% come the hardest he ever has in his life when you fuck him with a strapon

The only time he actually will use a safe word is if you say something degrading or mean to him

He can’t handle it, he’s too soft and you’ll make him cry

You don’t want to say that kind of stuff anyway because he is almost always so good

He’ll praise you constantly, too, just as much as you do him

If you let him top you once as a reward you might kinda get into it and let him do it more often

Only as a reward, though, but lowkey he does make your legs shake

That’s the only time you don’t praise him as much so he thinks he’s not as good at topping, even for a reward

Because if you tell him how much you like it you wouldn’t really be a dom, would you?

Best baby boy at this, honestly, he’s in his element

Jungkook

Oh, Jeon Jungkook with a Dom S/O? You mean the brattiest sub to ever exist?

Hoo boy you’re in for a fight if you want to top this boy

I feel confident that he’d try it for an s/o he really cared about and he’s eager to learn your lifestyle

Thing is it’s difficult at first because he absolutely hates not being able to touch you

You’ll definitely have to tie him up

He’s just, so bratty, talks back, bucking up beneath you if you try and tease him

Whiny, pouty brat

Will use his safe word at first just because he’s so sexually frustrated

If he finally begs you, you’ve almost broken him because he’s proud

He really does try to be good, though, he wants to please you, he’s sweet and earnest

But you just make him so fucking hot he can’t handle it

Gets hard instantly when you sit on his face

Everything you do makes him hard though so what’s the difference?

He obeys on tour more than he does in person

He’ll be shy and blushy at first when you ask him to edge himself on Skype for you but halfway through he’s the one turning you on and you have to stop him because he’s all smirks and low moans

You really love it when he begs, though, when he goes all desperate, whiny moans tearing from his throat

You’ll make him come by barely touching him

Ruined orgasms are a thing that happens often with Jungkook

Sometimes it works and you give in but you know he lowkey loves being punished

Will let you peg him if he really, really disobeys you and deserves it or does something that hurts your feelings

He’ll be shy af about it but he’ll actually fucking love it and come all over himself when you’ve barely begun to move

You rarely let him top even as a reward but when you do he goes so hard you’ll be sore for a full day, he’ll go all out and give you bruises from slapping your ass so hard

During aftercare he ends up being sweeter to you than you are to him

You’ll take a bath with him and he’ll want to wash your hair and massage your scalp

A brat in bed but an absolute sweetheart outside of it, that’s the tea

Will do anything nonsexual you ask of him

Would be more into the nonsexual aspects of having a dom s/o than any of the boys and would be proud to be your pet in that way

Would be fully pussy whipped and admit it

But in bed be ready for attitude and him trying to seduce you and sometimes you will give in

You’re a dom but you’re not dead

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A Pirate’s Life For Me

Chapter Five

Pirate!BTS Maid!Reader Warnings: flirty bangtan Summary: You had always wondered about pirates, about a life outside of these walls. On your 23rd birthday, you would finally find out what both were really like. Word Count: 2.2k

You were finally starting to get into the swing of things, doing the jobs instructed to you on the daily. However, the boys were really taking this “if you need help use her” thing for granted.

You made meals with Jin, which was never very ‘eventful’. Usually he would flirt, tell you some terrible jokes. You laughed anyway; his humour just as bad as yours.

‘And then he said, that’s not a clam! That’s my wife!’ You let out a hearty snort, complimenting his loud squeaky laugh perfectly. Jungkook entered that moment, rolling his eyes at you both. He squeezed himself in beside you, face close to your shoulder.

‘What you after?’ You whispered, feeling his hard body pressed against yours. Fuck knows what the kid did on this ship, but he was muscular as fuck. He wrapped his arms around your waist, one hand securing you firmly into his body, the second picking up a piece of chopped vegetable. He slipped it between his lips, an action that shouldn’t have been that attractive. Jin just watched the show, rolling his eyes, annoyed he never thought of it.

‘I’m just here to get a herb, for Jimin’s flu medicine. He’s thrown up twice today, pretty gross. Don’t go near him babe, you might catch it too!’ He warned, reaching above your head grabbing the herb and leaving promptly. You shuddered and pouted, poor Jimin.

‘Weasel.’ Jin scoffed, turning back to the meat on the metal plate. You tilted your head to look at him, he noticed the silence, assuming what you were thinking.

‘Jimin isn’t sick today, he’s perfectly fine actually. He just doesn’t want you to get close to anyone that’s not him.’ You only seemed more confused, causing Jin to huff a sigh, coming towards you.

‘You’re really fucking beautiful, you know that? Like, there is not a soul on this ship that doesn’t want you. When you walk around, look out for it. He doesn’t want you to have anyone else, no one else bar him. Unfortunately for him, we all feel the same way.’ He smirked, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. You just stood speechless for a minute before shaking the thought out of your head.

‘Hmm, I don’t quite believe you. I can see Jungkook has a crush on me, that much is true. The rest of you though? I don’t see it.’ You spoke leaning closer to him. He laughed, coming around the bench.

‘Are you calling my bluff sweetheart?’ He spoke, raising an eyebrow at you, smiling at him you just shrugged. Despite being pressed against the counter by his body, you seemed pretty cocky.

‘The things I would do to you, bent over this fucking counter. I’d-‘

‘YO, Jin, can I borrow Y/N for a bit?’ Jin’s jaw ticked for a second, before smiling. He turned to look at Hobi, stepping aside from you. You let go of the breath you were holding, sliding past his body, he gripped your wrist before you left, pulling you flush to him. You watched the way his lips formed over the words, wondering what they would feel like on your neck.

‘Think about what I said. I’m not lying to you...’ you just nodded, joining Hoseok.

‘What do you need me for?’ You spoke, getting to what they called a supply room. It kept most foods, medicine and drinks.

‘Just some help countin’ beautiful!’ He smiled, you just rolled your eyes, laughing at him. However, if he needed help with counting, you were more than happy to help. Starting with the medical supplies, you could see that bandages were wearing thin. Probably due to Jungkook wrapping them over every and any cut on your body. You smiled at the thought, touching the slither of fabric over your knee.

‘You know, I could punish him for that.’ Hoseok spoke openly, giving no thought to the weight of his words. You tilted your head slightly, confused as to what he meant. Punish him for doing his job? Surely not...

‘For misusing supplies. He shouldn’t be using bandages on things that aren’t large wounds. That could get him punishments.’ He explained, still counting food items.

‘You don’t need to punish him for things like that. It’s my fault, if anything it should be me taking those, it’s me he’s always having to patch up.’ You spoke, keeping your eyes down. Hoseok smirked, walking closer to you, pinning you against a stem, holding the ship together.

‘Are you saying you’ll take his punishments?’ He spoke clearly, making sure you knew what you were signing up for. You just nodded, biting down on your bottom lip. His eyes darted down to the motion, watching the blood drain and flood back with the movement of your teeth.

‘You know what your signing up for right baby? Your punishments will be very different from his...’ He spoke, eyeing up your body for added effect. If you hadn’t clicked before, you more than should have by now.

‘Hmm, how different are we talking?’ you played back, moving your hips towards him. He let his eyes close, momentarily enjoying the sensation before grabbing you to stop. Pinning your entire body against the pillar, completely unable to move.

‘So much different, in fact, maybe even a little enjoyable...’ He whispered, lips grazing your ear as he spoke. A smell of fruit radiated off his body making you feel dizzy. His hands trailed your hips, causing goosebumps to follow his fingertips.

He kissed down from your ear to your collarbone, your head rolling back to give him more room. You moaned as he nipped the skin, lips trailing closer and closer to yours. Firmly and quickly, as if someone would snatch you out of his grasp, he placed his lips on yours. You had kissed before, but this was like none of those. The only boy you had been with had been immature, young. He had not known how to kiss a woman, how to let you know how much he wanted you from one kiss. Jungkook’s kiss was short, gentle, interrupted. Hoseok wouldn’t let anyone interrupt, knew how to make you feel everything he wanted to do to you. You pulled away as his fingers started to make a path down your stomach, sitting at the hem of your trousers.

‘Hoseok, I’ve never...’ You trailed off, grasping his hand in yours. His eyes shot out his sockets, pulling himself quickly off you. It wasn’t what you wanted really, but you were thankful for the space to think.

‘I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to force you into anything. I didn’t realise, if I had known-‘ You cut him off with a swift kiss, his body tensed for a second before he relaxed, swinging your hips with his hands he pulled away. Your foreheads rested together, both trying to catch your breath.

‘I don’t want to stop, not really. You didn’t force me into anything, but I know we should stop here. For the time being at least. I should re-join Jin for making dinner...’

‘Right. You’re right, see you later?’ He questioned, not like you could say no, you were floating in the middle of the ocean. You just smiled, nodding as you climbed up the little ladder, a happy smile plastered on your face.

The next day, you were requested to assist Jimin, him teaching you how to steer the boat with him. By the end of you being here, there wasn’t going to be anything you couldn’t do on a ship.

‘So, if you just look over that way, your hands are naturally going to twist it that way. Don’t spin it on your own, you might push it too far. I don’t really feel like saving us from crashing into an island.’ You smacked his arm, causing a bubble of laughter to erupt from his throat. You smiled at the sound, it was a happy and warm sound. Doing as instructed, you held the wheel, looking towards the vast area of empty sea.

‘So right now, your leading us north west, you see the little pin moving?’ He questioned, trapping your body between him and the helm. You peer at the circle in his hand, small glass compass in the palm of his hand, dial in the centre. You nodded, looking at him over your shoulder, happy to be doing something. His face was closer than expected, nose brushing his cheek as your head turned. What was with these boys and smelling like your favourite fruits?

‘Jimin let her go, would you? I need her help.’ Namjoon spoke, grabbing your hand. Jimin placed his hand on the helm, securing it in the direction you wished to go. Following Namjoon to a little desk on deck, he stood over the maps with you. He pointed at a little drawing, tapping his finger over it a couple times.

‘This is the island we were just at, what should we name it?’ He questioned, looking directly at you. He wanted you to name an island? You pouted in thought, tapping your fingers rhythmically against your chin. He watched you with interest, wondering what you could be thinking.

‘You all spilled your stories to me, right? Let’s call it memory cove!’ Namjoon thought that was positively adorable, scrawling the name under the island.

‘Memory cove it is. Maybe when we visit again, we can share more hmm?’ He whispered, still leaning towards you on the desk.

‘I hope so, hopefully it will be memories we are all a part of.’ You spoke, leaving your face on the palm of your hand, looking from him to the ocean behind him. You turned your eyes back to him, the sound of your name startling you slightly.

‘Tae has been sitting there for some time now. Why don’t you go see if he’s okay?’ He spoke, nodding his head towards the middle of the ship at the side. Taehyung sat with his hands resting on the rope, legs dangling off the ship. You turned back to Namjoon, planting a gentle kiss on his cheek.

‘Thank you for letting me name an island Joon.’ You whispered, watching the light blush grow on his cheeks. God you could be the death of him. Scurvy didn’t stand a chance.

‘What you thinkin’ ‘bout?’ You spoke, startling him slightly. He shifted over regardless, letting you sit in the space beside him. You both looked over the expanse of water, enjoying the silence for a moment.

‘Do you think there are mermaids? Not the evil ones that drag sailors to their deaths, just mermaids.’ He spoke softly, not looking at you for a second, just watching the waves crash against the side of the ship.

‘I think it’s possible yes. For our sake, I hope they’re nice...’ He giggled at you, turning his head, it still resting on the curve of his arm.

‘Why do you ask?’ You queried, his face fell into a frown, looking away from you slightly.

‘Everyone always said I was childish. My parents, the navy men. I wanted to believe there was more out there, what’s so wrong with that?’ He wondered, mostly to himself. Thinking out loud, allowing you into his thoughts. You took hold of his free hand, the one that didn’t cradle his head. Looking down at your connected fingers he smiled, looking back up at your face. Your eyes already waiting for him.

‘Nothing, there is nothing at all wrong with that. Believe it until you’ve discovered it, Tae. Then they will eat their words.’ You encouraged, watching the warmth in his eyes spread. He lifted your joined hands, planting a gentle kiss on your knuckles.

‘Oh, I almost forgot. The captain wanted to see you, when you were finished with Jimin.’ Nodding, you stood from your position ruffling his hair lightly. He swatted your hand before standing himself, going to join Jimin and Namjoon.

‘Come in!’ Yoongi yelled from within the room, allowing you to swing the door open. He sat at his desk; legs swung up on the wood. Motioning for you to sit, you do as instructed, swinging your feet up on the desk too. He just regarded you curiously, letting a small and quiet laugh slip past his lips.

‘You know, we told you all about us, but you never shared about yourself. Do you mind? With me?’ He spoke, letting his legs swing down as he leaned his elbows on the desk. He assumed you may not be comfortable sharing fully with the boys yet. He hoped, since you shared a room, you were more comfortable with him. So comfortable, that you might share your story so far with him. You wanted to, wanted to let him know you, like you now know him. Of all the hardships and whatever else.

‘It’s not exciting. Like really, nothing super eventful happened to me.’ You shrug off, slipping your feet from the desk also. Gripping your hand across the table, he forced you to look up at him.

‘I don’t care if you were born in the Palace or crawled your way there. I want to hear your story. I want to hear about you.’

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taerantula · 5 years

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🍯⛅🍂 🎑🔆 jin 🍁🌻🧡🐤💛

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kimjischyu · 6 years

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There are more photos of Min Yoongi and his hands on my phone then there are of photos of me

#mi amore #bts angst reactions #kpop ruined my life #kpop idol #kpop has ruined me #kpop reader insert #min yoongi #bts suga #handsome #i love him #bts reactions #bts fluff #bts smutt #bangtan #bangtan sonyeodan

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butterflysuki77 · 7 years

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04. My Hope - Jung HoSeok Fanfic

AN* So I ran across this “Bed Sharing AU” prompt list with 8 prompts and thought it’d be a great exercise to explore writing fanfics again. This is the 4th in a series of oneshots. I’m using all 8 prompts with different members. 8 prompts, 7 members… the 8th will be a surprise.

A special thanks to BTS… for giving me inspiration and re-igniting my passion to write again. (Gif credit to original poster.)

01. Kim NamJoon - Must Have Energy

02. Kim SeokJin - Mama Mo’s,

03. Min Yoongi - You’re Mine

05. Park Jimin - Awkwardly Perfect

06. Kim TaeHyung - The BPP

07. Jeon JungKook - Call Me Kookie

08. BTS - Hawaiian Thunderstorm

My Hope

Prompt: You’re severely depressed these days and I’m too scared to leave you alone so yes this is the only solution please accept my hugs.

Pairing: Jung HoSeok x Reader

Genre: Angst/Fluff *Depression*

Word Count: 4.1K

HoSeok smiled at the table full of people. He was laughing, joking, but most of all, he was watching you. Dinner and drinks had been abundant, but he limited himself to 2 beers which had worn off a while ago. You seemed really down... He could see it in your eyes when you looked his way… a slight furrow… a sadness creeping over you. It made him uneasy, but he still smiled at you. You smiled weakly back, and it just about broke his heart. You’d all been friends for a while… and HoSeok knew everyone in the group like the back of his hand. He knew which person like Mexican food and which one was allergic to shellfish… He knew who was secretly hooking up, who wanted to secretly hook up… He knew…

He knew you… and you knew him. His smile faltered, but you didn’t see it. Someone touched his shoulder and he laughed at the story they told. It was a typical Friday night get together at a typical Bar & Grill with the usual people doing the usual thing. It was comfortable. It was happy. He looked at you again… you didn’t seem happy. He knew you would talk to him about it if you wanted to though…

A while later, when he came back from the bathroom, he sat down in a vacant seat by you instead.

“Hey, what’s up?” he asked. “You seem down…”

“I am…” you said, biting your lip. He could tell you were seriously thinking about what to say next. “Can I come over tonight? I really want to talk to you…” HoSeok’s stomach dropped.

“Can’t we go to your place?” he asked. You picked up your coke without looking at him and took a sip.

“My roommate’s boyfriend is staying for the week… it gets noisy,” you explained, setting your coke back on the table. You looked up into his eyes… your gaze piercing. “I need to talk to you privately anyway... It’s important.” HoSeok licked his lips as his mouth went dry. He picked up your coke and took a sip.

“Ok…” he said. “But give me some time to straighten up before you come over though…” You nodded and he smiled, placing a hand on your shoulder. He stood and said goodbye to everyone, smirking at the requests for him to stay, but he made his excuses and left the restaurant. Hopping in his car, he took off quickly. He had a lot of work to do.

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You had promised to give him time, but you had lied… You’d left the restaurant about 5 minutes after him, to the stares and smirks of more than a few at the table. They knew how you felt about HoSeok. It’s what they didn’t know that was the problem. So now here you stood in front of his apartment door, hearing the sounds through the door you had expected to here. You took a deep breath and knocked loudly. Silence... then footsteps coming quickly to the door. HoSeok opened it, a shocked look on his face.

“Y/N,” he said with a smile, blocking the door’s opening so you couldn’t see inside. “What are you doing here so quickly? You said you’d give me time to straighten up first.” He laughed.

“Can I come in?” you asked softly. “I really don’t care how it looks…” His face fell, but he hid it quickly with a smirk.

“As long as you don’t mind a complete crap mess,” he said. You nodded, took note of his deep breath of resignation, and he let you inside. What you saw made your heart constrict.

“I’ve been pretty stressed out lately, and I’ve just let things go,” he explained in a matter of fact, laughing tone. “I almost didn’t even realize how bad it had gotten until you said you wanted to come over…” He grabbed a bag he had obviously been stuffing trash into and continued the job in the living room. He kept talking, picking up fast food bags here… empty bottles… old food… “I’ve hardly been home long enough to sleep, let alone clean…” You looked over at the kitchen where piles of dirty dishes sat untouched in the sink. Tears pricked your eyes and you walked over to him.

You wrapped your arms around his waist from behind and pressed your cheek to his back. He stilled… You and HoSeok were close… hugs were pretty common, but this was different.

“Are you ok?” he asked.

“Are you?” you responded softly. His hand came up to rest on yours over his stomach.

“Sure I am,” he laughed. “As I said, I’ve just been stressed with work… and I’m busy…” You squeezed him and he went quiet. He turned around in your arms and caressed your hair as he spoke. “I’m just embarrassed that you’re seeing what a lazy pig I am,” he smiled.

“You’re not lazy…” you said. “You work harder than anyone I know…” You took a deep breath and said what you’d come here to say. “I think…you might be depressed.” The hand on your head stilled, and his smile froze.

“I’m not depressed…” he said, a nervous laugh escaping.

“You’re not taking care of yourself,” you said. “I can tell…” You pointed to the room around you. “I can see the evidence of it.”

“I’ve been busy,” he explained.

“When was the last time you showered?” you asked. His smile faded even further.

“Why, do I smell bad?” he smirked, but you could tell he was getting upset.

“No, of course not…” you said, resting your cheek on his chest. “You only wear a cap, like now, when you haven’t washed your hair…” He froze. “How long?”

“Are you the shower police or something?” he asked.

“How long…” He hesitated… but he would tell you.

“I don’t… I can’t really remember…” he stammered, embarrassed. “A week…. I think…” You looked up at the vacant expression on his face and your heart broke. He backed away from you, embarrassed. You grabbed him and pulled him back.

“Let me hug you…” you said softly. His agitation was growing.

“But I’m filthy,” he said quietly… his head was moving around, taking in his apartment. “This place is a disgusting pigsty… and you’re seeing it…” You squeezed him tightly.

“I don’t care,” you said.

“I’m so embarrassed right now I could…” his voice broke off and he tried to back away again. You kept holding him.

“I don’t care,” you said again…and again… “I don’t care about your messy house. I care about you. Something’s been happening, and I’ve noticed… You’ve been trying to hide, but you can’t hide it from me.” You drew little circles on his back with your fingers as you felt him stiffen. You looked up into his face and although he was a blank mask, his eyes shone with unshed tears.

“But first thing’s first!” you said brightly. “Go take a shower. Do you have any clean clothes?” He looked down, embarrassed.

“I think so…” he answered.

“Then go take a shower,” you said. You grabbed his arm but he stiffened as you headed to the bedroom, a stricken look on his face. He tried to hold you back, but you went anyway. You congratulated yourself on only hesitating for a moment before stepping around large piles of clothes strewn across the floor and unmade bed. You went to his closet, grabbed a t-shirt… then stepped around another pile to his dresser where you pulled out a pair of boxers and some sweatpants. He stared at you blankly as you left his room and headed to the bathroom… which was surprisingly pretty clean.

“Is this towel clean?” you asked, setting his clothes on top of the closed toilet lid. He shook his head. You picked up the towel and tossed it in the hamper. You went back down the hall and got a clean towel out of the hall closet. You walked up to him, standing outside the bathroom door. He was almost in tears, and you forced a smile onto your face as you handed the towel to him. You leaned up and kissed his cheek before pushing him into the bathroom.

“You need to stay in the shower for at LEAST 15 minutes… and make sure it’s a nice warm shower. Take your time… relax…” He nodded, and you pulled the door shut. Taking a deep breath, you walked back into the living room and looked around. It wasn’t as bad as it seemed. It was mostly surface dirt… the product of maybe 2 weeks or so of neglect. A tear slid down your cheek as you took a deep breath and got to work.

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HoSeok grabbed the clean towel and started drying himself off. He didn’t know how long he’d been in the shower for, but he did feel better…. Until he remembered you were in his apartment…

You had seen his apartment. His heart sank… nobody ever came over… He always made sure to go over to other people’s houses. He always went out with people. And when he went out… he was happy. HoSeok pulled on his clothes and started to towel dry his hair. He sighed…. It felt so much better… and he had you to thank for that. When he looked down at his phone, he was shocked to see that he’d actually been in the bathroom for 45 minutes… wow… Sure it had taken a while before he had actually gotten in the shower… but still… He brushed through his hair, brushed his teeth, hung up his towel, and took a few deep breaths.

How could he face you now? He was a fake… a phony… and you knew it. He was supposed to have it all together… all together people kept their houses clean. He knew how to clean! How hard was it to put a fucking plate in the fucking dishwasher!? His chest started to tighten and he leaned over the sink and closed his eyes.

Lately, when he got home, he felt like the easiest tasks in the world took too much effort… hanging up a shirt… making the bed… taking a shower… How could he pick up trash, wash dishes and do laundry if he couldn’t even do the other things? What was wrong with him!? He wasn’t a lazy person… but when he got home he couldn’t do anything… he’d fall in bed and sleep… or fall in bed and veg out on his laptop… or fall on the couch and watch TV until he fell asleep. He always felt tired… he was worn and frayed at the edges, and being home made him feel… closed in… and… ashamed. That’s why he went out… that’s why he had fun. When he was out… he was happy!

Almost…

When he saw you… he was happy. You sparked this tiny glimmer of joy in his heart, and he felt like he could actually feel when he was with you. You had known each other for about a year now, and you were getting closer… You’d hung out at your place alone a few times, and things were comfortable… easy… and he really enjoyed your company and insight. He had been trying to build up the courage to officially ask you out for months now, but how could he when he couldn’t even ask you over… He couldn’t show you that side of himself… but you could read him as well as he could read you… and you had read the fine print he hadn’t meant for you to read. His heart squeezed in his chest… How could you want him now?

Resigned, HoSeok reached for the door handle, took a deep breath, and opened the door.

He heard music coming from the living room and he started that way… but stopped when he reached his bedroom. His breathing sped up and he felt a stinging in his eyes.

His room… was clean. The bed was made with new sheets… all the piles of laundry were gone and the light on the end table was on… and it smelled fresh, clean... He stepped inside and let out a shaky breath…. It was calming. It felt…like home…

HoSeok left the room in a daze and walked into the living room. There were 3 full bags of trash sitting by the front door, but the living room was bright and clean. The couch cushions were straightened; the coffee table was cleared except for a couple magazines. His chest tightened and he tried to blink away tears that were forming. Gathering courage, he turned to face you in the kitchen.

You smiled up at him from the sink where you were finishing up the dishes.

“Hey! Do you feel better?” HoSeok nodded, watching you for any sign of disgust. “You were in there a while! I was about to come get you!” The whole apartment felt like it was glowing… it felt so much brighter that he couldn’t believe you hadn’t changed the lights. Your smile didn’t change though… you didn’t seem upset…

“I have a load of laundry on right now, more to do later… and the dishes aaaare…” you put a plate on the drying rack, “done!” You wiped off your hands with a dishtowel and turned off the music on your phone. HoSeok didn’t know what to say….

“You did all of this…in 45 minutes?” he asked, even more ashamed that he’d been living like this for months… sure he’d occasionally clean it up, but it would take him hours… and by the end of it, never seemed worth the effort because in a week it was the same again. He turned away from you and went to sit on the couch. Suddenly he felt like he couldn’t breathe.

“HoSeok, are you ok?” You came to his side and sat next to him. He moved over a little more… trying to create some distance. How could he answer you? How could he stomach this? Nobody should be cleaning up his crap but him. He was an adult! He could clean up his own stuff…

But he hadn’t.

“HoSeok?” Your voice was soft, and not pushy… just questioning.

“Why are you here?” he asked in almost a whisper. “Why are you doing this?” He couldn’t bring himself to look at you.

“I’m here because you needed me to be here…” you said softly. “Because I wanted to be here…”

“You wanted to be in a pigsty?” he asked a little harshly. “You wanted to be my maid and clean up after a slob?!” You moved closer to him, but he couldn’t bring himself to move away from you again. Your hand touched his knee and he flinched as though you’d hit him. He closed his eyes tightly as you squeezed his knee.

“Yes…” you said softly. HoSeok started shaking his head but you touched his face. He squeezed his eyes even tighter. “You are not a slob.” You stroked his hair. “You are not lazy or a fake…” Your hand wiped a tear from his cheek he hadn’t realized had fallen. “HoSeok… you have nothing to be ashamed of.”

His eyes shot open and he looked at you as another tear fell.

“Nothing to be ashamed of?!” he yelled. “I don’t have people over… I can barely handle all the stress at work, and when I come home I don’t even lift a finger to put a dish in the dishwasher or take a shower because I don’t want to do anything but lay in bed and veg out! I’m lazy and selfish and complete pig! How can I not be ashamed!?” He moved to stand up but you grabbed his hand and gently pulled him back down. He looked down at you holding his hand and focused on the way your fingers curled around his palm.

“That’s what depression is…” you said softly.

“I’m not depressed…” he said back.

“You can’t bring yourself to clean or shower… it’s too much effort…” you said reading his thoughts. “And you don’t feel you’re worth the effort.”

HoSeok felt something inside him crack.

“You aren’t taking care of yourself. When you go out, you’re taking care of everyone else, smiling and happy… You hide it very well…” Your thumb caressed his palm. “You might not even know you’re doing it…” HoSeok closed his eyes and squeezed your hand. “But when you get home, you shut down. You feel empty… you don’t feel anything. And you can barely bring yourself to do anything…” He opened his eyes and looked at you pleadingly…

“How do you know all of this?” he whispered.

“Because I’ve been there…” you answered. His eyes widened and you continued. “It took years for me to realize what I was going through… and what I needed.”

“What did you need?” he asked, wondering what he needed.

“Understanding…” you said leaning in to rest your head on his shoulder. “My mom helped me through it… and a therapist. I didn’t need medication but some people do.” HoSeok shook his head.

“Why am I like this?” he asked...

“I don’t know,” you nuzzled into his neck. “There might have been a specific trigger… or it might have come on gradually… there are many reasons.” You turned his face to yours, “None of them are your fault.” You wiped away another tear as you pressed your forehead to his. “It’s going to be ok. Because I’m here for you… to understand you.”

HoSeok didn’t know what to say.

“But it’s… I’m not…” his throat closed and he couldn’t seem to get past it.

“I’m here because… you’re worth fighting for…” you said. The crack inside spread out even further. He squeezed your hand tightly. When he didn’t say anything you continued.

“I’m here to tell you that there’s hope…”

HoSeok’s arms rose to embrace you and pulled you tight against him. When he felt you return the embrace, he choked back a sob. Your hand caressed his hair as he cried silently into your shoulder. You kissed his temple and his breathing started to calm. You kissed his cheek and he opened his eyes to look into yours. You kissed his lips, a slow, feather-light kiss, and he felt himself ignite. His hands tightened against your back and he kissed you more urgently. The kiss deepened and he was pulling you onto his lap… Your hands threaded into his hair and he pulled back looking into your eyes. They were shining… dark… and you were smiling down at him. And he couldn’t breathe. You lowered your face to his, a ghost of a kiss whispering across his lips. He leaned forward and you pulled back, teasing him. Then he buried his face into your neck and relished your gasp as his teeth and tongue grazed your skin.

A loud buzzer sounded and you pulled him back by his hair, looking down at him and smiling.

“Laundry’s done…” You smiled, kissed him again quickly, and climbed off his lap. HoSeok stood with you, trying to absorb what had just happened. “I have to hang up some clothes and put others in the dryer. Can you take the trash to the dumpster?” HoSeok nodded slowly… a smile beginning to play on his lips. You walked towards the kitchen, leaving him at the front door. He slipped on his shoes, picked up the bags and left.

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When the door shut, you just about collapsed against the counter. Your hands were shaking and you were holding back tears. The feelings HoSeok’s kisses had stirred had you almost panting, your knees weak and shaking. You hadn’t expected that… Sure you had wanted it, but now? Not now…. Not with all of this happening… A tear escaped and you wiped it away quickly, taking a deep breath. The look of awe and shame mingling on HoSeok’s face when he had come into the living room after his shower had been heartbreaking.

You knew the feeling all too well. You still fought against it to this day. Being here in the midst of his chaos… the piles of garbage reflecting his feelings of himself… seeing the extent of what you had only guessed lay beneath the surface. You weren’t turned off by it or disgusted by it at all. If anything, it drew you more to him. You could understand this… you had been so afraid that no one would ever understand you. But someone had… your mother had… the therapist had… Finally, you had accepted that you had to understand yourself. You couldn’t stop yourself from being depressed, but you could see the effects when you started to fall into one of your “funks” as your mom called them. And you knew when to ask for help.

HoSeok needed someone to understand him, someone to show him he was worth every second of effort. And you wanted to be that person. You had wanted him for months, and you could tell he wanted you too, but something was holding him back.

This was holding him back. Not just the mess… He didn’t feel good enough… He didn’t feel like he was worth your time. You knew the feeling so well that it was almost like a familiar energy radiating from him when he was around you. The (not so) funny self-deprecating remarks… The attempts to be close, only to pull away when closeness started to be reciprocated… Seeing him, you could understand yourself even more… and you wanted him to be yours.

Not that you were doing this for yourself…. not really. You couldn’t fix him. You knew that. But you could help a little… and having a clean apartment was a huge start. You finished hanging up the shirts on the rack just as HoSeok came back in.

“It’s getting late,” you said walking over to him. His face was blank… but he nodded.

“Yeah… you’re tired too…” You could tell he was hesitating, but he reached up to cup your head and pulled you into his chest. “Thank you so much for your help… I mean it…” You hugged him back and smiled.

“The last thing I’m going to do is leave you alone tonight...” He froze and your smile grew.

“You… you’re staying?” he asked leaning back and looking at you.

“Of course,” you said, caressing his face. He smiled… a real smile. “There’s still a couple loads of laundry to do tomorrow… you have the day off, right? We can work on it together…” He nodded, and you backed away. “Go turn off the light in the living room…” He moved to do what you said while you turned off the light in the kitchen. You met in the hallway and walked into his room first... You were so nervous… but tonight wasn’t about sex… so you calmed yourself down.

“Can I borrow a shirt?” you asked walking to the closet.

“Mhmm…”

You reached in, looked through a few before you found the one you liked. You smiled at him as you walked around the far side of the bed and sat down, your back to him. HoSeok cleared his throat.

“I can take the couch if… you…” His voice trailed off as you stripped off your shirt and reached around to unhook your bra. Letting both fall to the floor, you pulled his shirt over your head before slipping out of your jeans.

“Just come here so we can go to sleep,” you said turning and climbing underneath the covers. HoSeok just stared at you for a long moment, his face unreadable. Then he sighed and climbed into the bed facing you. You pulled him close, placing yourself just slightly above him so he would rest his head on your arm and you could kiss his forehead. His arms wrapped around you and pulled you tightly against him as he kissed the base of your throat, before nuzzling your chest. You both laid like that for a long time…just breathing in each other’s scents. His fingers played on your back, just under your t-shirt, while you quietly stroked his hair. Then HoSeok took a slow deep breath and let it out through his mouth against your neck, making you giggle.

“Feel better?” you asked.

“I don’t know what I feel…” he said against your skin. One of his legs twisted with yours and you both settled in a little more comfortable. You kissed his forehead again and he nuzzled your neck.

“Well… I feel better…” you smiled, kissing him again. He squeezed you closer.

“I feel like…” he started. “I… I feel like tomorrow is actually going to be a good day…” He almost sounded surprised… like he hadn’t expected good things in his life for a long time…

“That’s hope…” you said softly leaning down to kiss his cheek. “You have hope.” He lifted his head slightly to look you in the eyes.

“I have you.” He leaned in and kissed you, adjusting your positions so he was hovering slightly over you. You tasted salt in the kiss and you didn’t know if the tears were yours or his. He wrapped you tightly in his arms and cradled you against him.

It wasn’t long before you were both asleep… comfortable… peaceful…

Hopeful.

The End.

*As always, any comments appreciated! I’ve dealt with depression a lot over the years, and these things have been true for me, though they may not be true for others. It was a bit more serious, but hope you enjoyed it. :) *

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À Triomphe - BTS AU

AU: Art Thief!Bangtan

Description: You are a curator at one of the many museums in Paris, and have finally earned the bosses trust. But after a strange meeting with a new coworker and his friends, you begin receiving messages from an unknown party.

Part: Ten / Nine / Eight / Seven / Six / Five / Four / Three / Two /One

Warnings: Swearing, Suicide Mention.

“You talk to yourself, too much. I’m starting to think the isolation is getting—“ His voice trailed off as he turned his gaze from the floor to you. He wore loose-fitted sweatpants, and a toothbrush was clenched between his jaws. His hair dripped to the floor.

“What the hell?” He exclaimed, quickly gripping his toothbrush as he made way over to you. Jimin smiled brightly. “How the hell did you get out of there?”

Jimin stopped in front of you, taking in how you looked in the new setting—you still donned the dress Taehyung bestowed onto you, and your lipstick had faded. Mascara stained your cheeks, and scrapes coated your knees from the fall hours before. Jimin let out a sigh, pulling you into a hug. You hesitated, returning the hug shortly. He smelt sweet.

“God, I’m so glad you’re okay—“

Yoongi crossed the floor of the small bunker to a cot in the corner, falling onto it as he watched the two of you. “I forgot to mention I had a guest. Must be the isolation.” He smirked to himself, crossing his leg as he leaned against the wall and admired the reunion.

Jimin pulled back, holding onto your shoulders as he glared at you. You had gained a few scratches from Hoseok manhandling you. Jimin gently pressed the pad of his thumb against the small wound on the apple of your cheek. “What did they do to you?” He muttered.

Yoongi quickly stamped his foot on the floor, situating his jacket before moving forward. He stopped behind Jimin, placing his hand on Jimin’s shoulder. “You two need to catch up, and I need to get back to work,” Yoongi sighed, reaching for his pocket as he pulled out a small cell phone. He glanced at you, sneering. “Did you drop yours back at the house?”

You patted your dress, feeling about the small pocket located on the back. You whimpered, staring at Yoongi. “I think I did.” For whatever reason, you felt guilty for losing the phone Jeongguk gave you.

Yoongi sighed, pressing his tongue against his cheek as he stood, lost in thought. “Shit…” he hissed. “Is there a password on it?”

You quickly nodded, hoping it would give Yoongi some assurance. He clapped his hands in front of him, rubbing them together as he grinned. “Good, they’re too dumb to hack into it,” Yoongi clicked the power button on his phone, glancing at the time. 12:33 am. Yoongi placed his phone back in his pocket before sauntering back to the entrance to the bunker.

“I have work to get started on. You both need to be up before ten, or else you’ll starve.” Yoongi chuckled to himself as he bent over to reach fro the bottom of the door to slide it up. He cocked his head to you and Jimin as he slid the door up to his height. “By the way,” he hummed as he held the door over his head, grinning, “there are cameras in here.”

Yoongi winked, quickly cross to the other side of the door before letting it drop to the floor. The loud ring echoed through the small concrete room. You could hear him fiddle with a lock and key on the other side.

Jimin turned his attention back to you, laughing innocently to himself as he glared at the floor. His hand traced up and down the back of his neck nervously. “He’s just teasing, I wouldn’t listen to him.” You saw a rosy tint rise to his cheeks.

He quickly sighed, dropping his hand to his waist as he put his toothbrush back in his mouth, turning back to the bathroom. He came back out momentarily, holding a small washcloth to his face. He strode towards you.

Although he was only a couple inches taller than you, he was still highly attractive, and you both knew this. His skin was bronzed, and his muscles were defined. He always had an innocent smile plastered on his face, which made him look twenty years younger. However, he had the charisma and presence of an old soul. He was, overall, very mysterious. You knew virtually nothing about him besides his looks.

Jimin stopped in front of the assortment of cabinets, pulling out a handful of clothes before shutting the small door and turning back to you. He stopped in front of you, handing you a tee shirt and pair of sweatpants.

You glared at him. He was nice to you, initially, and you had no reason to be doubtful of his intentions; but because of recent events, you’d learned that there were two sides to every card.

Jimin met you glare, wondering what was causing you to be so hesitant. “They must’ve done you in…” You could see how hurt he had become. “I’m not like them, (Y/N), I promise—“

He reached his hand out to brush your bangs out of your face. You retracted, taking a step back. His eyebrows furrowed.

“Please don’t be afraid of me.” His voice cracked. “I tried helping you—“

Jimin quickly became anxious, jumping from topic to topic. “What is it? Did they tell you something? They’re liars!” He fidgeted in his spot, stepping forward. Had it not been for his relentless moving, you would’ve stayed in your position, however, you quickly paced back a few more steps as he gained on you. His breathing became rapid.

“Was it the video? Did you see the news?”

You slowly nodded, hitting the wall as you reached the end of stepping backward. Jimin watched you cower against the wall. “That’s not me—“ he mewled. His voice became agitated, choking back tears. “Namjoon made me.”

You watched Jimin’s shaking hands reached for his hair as he began to tug at the roots. He fell to his knees, bending over as he began to breakdown. “He wanted to save him. Namjoon wants him safe.”

Jimin’s bareback rose and fell heavily as he began to weep, shaking relentlessly as he pulled at single strands of his hair. He had pulled a few strands before you quickly reached to stop him.

You wrapped your hand around him, stopping his hands as the clothes fell from your grip and to the floor. Jimin gripped the hem of your dress, holding onto your tightly as he continued to shake. “I’m not like them. I’m not like them,” he repeated.

You calmed him down, pulling him closer as he laid his head on your lap, slowly becoming still. “I know, Jimin,” you whispered. You pet his hair in an attempt to soothe him.

It was all your fault.

I shouldn’t be scared of him.

He’s just as scared of them as me.

How did he make it before me?

All the thoughts consumed you as Jimin’s breathing slowed, and he became still. His grip on your dress loosened, yet you continued to soothe him.

When will someone help me? You began to wonder. When will someone hold me?

“Hey, brat.” He called. You turned your head, watching as Jeongguk approached you with a warm smile. The leather jacket clad around his shoulders made him look broader, and his bangs hovered just over his eyelashes. He’d been growing his hair out.

He stopped in front of you, smiling as he pulled you into a hug. His lips pressed against your forehead before pulling back to look at you. “How’s my lamb doing?”

Your face contorted as you analyzed him. “What?” You muttered.

Jeongguk cackled, gripping onto you tighter. “Who said you could be around Jimin? Don’t you know how dangerous he is?”

His grin became more sinister as his fingernails dug into your skin. You yelped, trying to pull away. All your strength seemed to evade you. “I’m the only one you need, lamb,”

Your eyes snapped open, your skin breaking into a cold sweat as you jolted, hitting your head against the wall. You hadn't moved from your position since last night. Jimin still laid, arms wrapped around your waist, on your lap. His eyes fluttered open, still narrow from sleep. “What’s wrong?” He spoke softly, his voice gravelly.

You stared down at him, shaking your head as you rubbing the back of your head. “Nothing,” you stifled. You now had a headache.

Jimin rose up from your lap, rubbing his eyes as he hunched over. His stomach gained a small roll, making him seem less like a Ken doll and more like a human. You held back a small grin as he yawned loudly. “Why’d we not sleep in the—“ he stopped himself, his eyes widening as he stared back up at you. “Oh my god, I’m sorry—“ he began to beg for forgiveness. You waved your hand dismissingly. “I owed you a free breakdown pass. You’re fine,” you joked.

Jimin rubbed his shoulders, feeling uncomfortable as he stared at you. A worried look was taking over your natural pout. “What’s wrong?” He questioned, ignoring his own woes as he instead became worried about you. “Don’t say nothing, either.”

He scooted around to sit beside you, cross his legs as he looked at you attentively. “Did you have a bad dream?”

You nodded, pulling your hand down from your head to rest on your lap. “You could call it that,” you yawned. Jimin sighed, reaching for your cheek as he pressed his thumb against your cheek. He swiped away crumbled mascara left from the day before.

“I’m sorry you had to see me like that.” He whispered. Regret filled his voice to the brim as his eyes welled up. He held back a whimper. “The past few weeks haven’t been too good for me,” he continued.

You turned to him, watching him become reclusive. You yearned to tug him back to the light. “Where were you, Jimin?” you cooed. He returned your gaze. “It’s not worth worrying about, baby—“ Jimin stopped himself as his cheeks flushed. His face contorted in embarrassment as he began to laugh at himself, covering his face with his hands. “Shit, what am I doing?” He muffled.

You snickered, now used to the pet name. Jeongguk, Taehyung, Jin—it should be your name by now. “I want to worry, sweetie.” You teased.

Jimin turned to you, rolling his eyes as he rested his elbows on his knees, pressing his head against the wall. “It’s too early for this—“ he tried to change the topic.

“We’ve got time—Yoongi told us to be up by ten,” you pointed to the clock on the opposite end of the bunker, “it’s seven.” Jimin sighed. “I hope you gave them this hard of a time. You’re stubborn, you know that?”

You shrugged before gently nudging him with your shoulder, signaling for him to ‘get on with it.’ To be honest, you were more interested than you let on.

“The day I told you I’d get you out of there, I went to Namjoon. He’s just as stubborn as you.”

“I’ve discovered that.”

“The only way he’d get you help is if I did something for him. Something that could’ve killed me.”

“Why would you do that?”

“You deserve to live more than me. I don’t regret it.”

You were taken aback by his response; in the shell of this happy, innocent man with a child-like grin was a cold and broken soul.

Jimin was young, and most of the time, optimistic. Yet, he could never find happiness. It had been an elusive feeling he could never seem to find. To Jimin, life was a cruel mistake given to him. He didn’t want it, and he felt, deep down, that he didn’t deserve it. It was merely an accident made by a higher power.

“How could you feel like that?” Your voice cracked as you watched him grow distant, his glare becoming hazy. “There are some things I don’t tell anyone. You’re not an exception,” he whispered, signaling the topic had come to a close.

You were abruptly reminded of the wall filled with pictures—many of which looked years old—of Jimin smiling. Jimin being happy, or so it seemed. You began to wonder what had brought him to the point in life where he felt this way.

“What happened to you, anyway? Jin make you cut your hair?” He grinned. “He likes short hair, sometimes.”

You shook your head, feeling the ends of your hair. It needed to be washed. “No, Taehyung said the doctors cut my hair—“

Jimin stopped you, exclaiming, “you went to the hospital?” Hope filled his dark brown eyes as the corner of his lips twitched. You nodded. Relaxation washed over Jimin as he closed his eyes, leaning his head back one more. “Thank God,” he said, hushed under his breath to keep you from growing suspicious.

“The timeline is still iffy for me. I don’t remember celebrating some holidays. I’m sure my family is worried to death about me,” you spoke. Jimin nodded, licking his lips before he began to talk. “There’s a missing person report out on you. Last I heard, they closed the case. The trail was too cold, meaning Taehyung’s good at his job.”

Jimin rubbed the back of his neck, yawning one more time before fully waking up as he looked around the room. “How’s Taehyung, anyway?” Jimin began to boast. “He’s not an awful person. He’s not a good person either. He has a sketchy past, but I’d trust him more than that pervert Hoseok—“ Jimin stared at you as you made small noises.

You choked back a whimper as the image played through your head. His blood splattered the window as his limp body fell down the window, revealing the crazed Jin holding back a trigger. You shook slightly, as you breathed in. “Hey, what’s wrong? Did Hoseok do something?”

Your face collapsed into your hands as you brought your knees to your chest, rubbing your head to try and remove the haunting memory.

Why won’t it leave me alone?

Is he okay?

No, there’s no way. He was murdered.

But… Jimin was okay…

Why am I fucking worried?

Jimin wrapped his arm around you, his other hand removing your hand from your face and gripping to it, squeezing gently as to soothe you. “I’ll kill him, I swear to fuck—“

You shook your head, leaning back as you gained composure. “He didn’t do anything—Tae—“

“Tae did something? What did he do?”

“He didn’t do anything, either.”

“Then what happened?”

Jimin pet your hair as he stared attentively. All of his focus was on you and whatever was causing you pain. He knew you’d become the only thing he cared about. Your safety grew to be his first priority.

“Jin killed him.” You muttered, your voice cutting out with every other syllable. “Taehyung got me out of there and Jin killed him—“

“Shit,” Jimin hissed. “God knows what they’ll do when they find you.” Jimin removed his hands to pick at his lip as he began to think. “Did they see where you went?”

Shrug.

“Well, do you know for sure he’s dead?”

Shrug.

“Did you care about him?”

Your heart stopped as you turned to look at Jimin. He was staring at his feet, picking at the skin on his thumb as he waited for an answer. “Did you care about any of them?”

The question taunted you. The evening with Taehyung, how Jeongguk became so vulnerable, how sweet Jin was at first. You hadn’t thought about before, but the boys you’d known to be assholes had grown on you. Yet, you still feared what they kept hidden. You only knew the first layer of them. An endless storyline lingered behind each and every one; Jeongguk and Jimin’s breakdown, Taehyung string of lovers, Jin’s aggressive tendencies. All had a natural reason for their behavior, yet none made themselves clear.

You shook your head, denying the idea. “No.”

Jimin nodded, turning to meet your gaze. “Good.”

You felt your chest burn as you lied.

Jimin hastily stood up, holding out a hand to help you. You graciously took it, quickly coming to eye level with Jimin. You were too close for comfort. His eyes slowly took in everything about you for the nth time. He’d become infatuated. Jimin’s base chest rose and fall as he took a few more seconds to admire you, before pulling back and bending down to grab the clothes you’d left on the floor the night before.

He turned around to walk back to the cabinets, exchanging them for a different outfit. Jimin placed them on the counter and began to dig out clothes of his own. “You can go ahead and shower. I wasn’t expecting to ever have a girl over,” he joked to himself, laughing, “so you can choose; boxers or briefs?”

Jimin turned around, holding out a pair of red briefs and blue boxers. “Or, you could go commando… I know the choice is hard.”

You sneered, pursing your lips as you waved your hand dismissively at the choices. “Commando, thanks.”

Jimin shrugged, turning back around. “I’ll try and get Yoongi to let me take you shopping, but he probably wants us under lock and key—and he’s not necessarily comfortable going to a panty section of a store.” Jimin began to ramble as he pulled out a pair of jeans and a hoodie. You slowly made your way to the counter beside him, unfolding the outfit he’d chosen for you.

You glanced at the design—a puma pullover and men's skinny jeans. You sighed, folding them back up. Jimin watched you do so. “Did none of them offer to take you somewhere?”

You shook your head, denying him, “No,” you spoke softly. “Jeongguk offered, and even bought me an outfit—or stole… I tried not to talk to him.”

“And why didn’t you go?”

“I had to do a job with Taehyung?”

“Oh… a job?”

Jimin’s voice grew in pitch. Curiosity consumed him.

“Yes. Training.”

“Training?”

A smirk crawled across his face. Your cheeks grew red as he saw right through you.

“So you lied?”

He sneered, closing the cabinet above him as he straightened out the pile of clothes in front of him. Jimin quickly put on his black hoodie.

“What do you mean?”

“You cared about Taehyung. And he cared about you.”

You shook your head, your face growing redder by the second. Jimin laughed, growing anxious as he began to speak assertively. His once humble and warming voice now had a beckoning force, and a cold, distant tone.

“He wouldn’t have cared about you for long. You were just a chew toy.”

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