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psych0catt · 11 months

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hi :) how're you doing? I hope you're well!

all my writing is on ao3 under the name psychoreads. I have 6 bts books on there!

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in which yoongi loses his shoes when running the 200 metres on sports day, and an unexpected someone assists him when he falls.

this is a slight twist on the tumblr prompt; "a character's footwear falls of when they are trying to run away" (sorry, i don't know who posted this prompt).

approximately 20,350 words.

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the sun was beaming harsher than it ever had before. the usually green grass was looking more of a yellowish green. it blew in the slight breeze, which yoongi would be thankful for if it ever sped up. the racket outside could be heard from where he stood by the door to the main school building, where he held his bottle under an outside tap to fill it up. the noise came from a combination of overly proud parents and teachers shouting people directions.

it was sports day. it was the day yoongi hated with a passion, but he was forced to cooperate. switching off the tap, he screwed on the lid to his water bottle and took a long drink from it, momentarily relieving him from the stupidly hot weather. suddenly, the door burst open from behind him and a group of cheering boys erupted from it.

yoongi watched as they passed, standing awkwardly in the shade as he prolonged having to head over. the group of boys were the populars, always loud and always not giving a shit about it. </p>

yoongi pushed his glasses up his nose as he watched them all come out like a pack of wolves or something. yoongi hated them. he hated them all, except one.

the very last to exit the building was that very person; kim taehyung. taehyung's face was the most beautiful one he'd ever seen, with his features soft yet sharp and his hair always styled to perfection. he used just the right amount of gel every time, just enough so that it would stay in place but you couldn't tell he had any in unless you knew your way around hair gel.

taehyung shot him a small smirk and held confident eye contact with yoongi as he ran his fingers through his hair, all while walking down the stone ramp that led up to the door. yoongi practically melted inside, his stomach swarming with butterflies and his heart thumping hard. yoongi watched taehyung walk away; he watched the way his shorts hugged the crease of his ass whenever he took a step forward. he watched the way his hair bounced as he jogged up to catch up with one of his friends.

fanning his tshirt, yoongi made his way over to the field. while he hated sports day, it would be embarrassing to be late to it.

as soon as be stepped out of the shade, he was reminded of how hot it was out. walking along the gravel, he sighed in frustration and scanned the field for taehyung. he'd looked around for taehyung so often that he'd become a professional at spotting him in a crowd. almost immediately he saw him, doing some kind of a hand shake with jimin, who had always seemed to be his best friend, but that was just yoongi's best guess. in all honesty, he'd never even spoken a word to taehyung, except "excuse me" when he was stood in front of his locker.

yoongi had always really wanted to, but with their school hierarchy, he wouldn't dare approach his friend group to talk to him. he imagines he'd be cussed out by some of them, called slurs and the whole nine yards.

yoongi finally arrived to where he was supposed to wait for his race, which sadly was the 200 metre. his race was the fourth race, and thankfully not the last one either. with his water bottle, yoongi stood alone and watched as people lined up for the first race which was the 1000 metre race. yoongi continued to look around for taehyung, but he couldn't see him anywhere. he furrowed his eye brows. he knew taehyung only did sprints, so he wouldn't be lining up for this race, there was no chance of it.

slowly, he turned around to check behind him, and to his (dis)pleasure, taehyung was stood right behind him, just less than half a metre away since everyone packed into the shade. yoongi trailed his eyes up to his face, and taehyung looked back down at him. his expression didn't change when yoongi made eye contact, and yoongi immediately pulled his eyes away and turned back around.

as boring time passed, everyone eventually began sitting on the grass to save their legs, all except for the people who were running next. they were all the sporty type, and claimed it would be beneficial to stand before their race. yoongi hadn't a clue whether it was true or not, but the fact taehyung was standing up made him trust their words a little more.

picking at the grass by his legs, yoongi kept his head hung on his shoulders as he stared at the grass. his heart was going a million miles an hour, and it showed no sign of slowing down. he was absolutely shitting himself because his race was the next race, he was just waiting for the announcement. he could feel that if he stood up, his legs would be shaking and he might even trip over somebody in the crowd.

"now for the two hundred metre!" shouted his teacher mr kim through a megaphone. "that's park jimin, min yoongi, kim namjoon, jeon jungkook, and jung hoseok!"

yoongi groaned quietly, pushing himself up off the ground and brushing off any grass on his behind. he trudged to the starting line, which just so happened to be all the way across the field, allowing the race to finish in front of the parents and the rest of the students.

yoongi readied himself in his spot, his heart beating way too fast. the rest of the runners, all from taehyung's friend group, looked more than confident. with their muscular builds and reputation for winning running awards, there was hardly any point in him running, but he knew he had to do it anyway. even though he didn't want to, he would try his best, as he didn't want to waste anyone's time and he knew if he was watching someone walk in a race, he would get major second hand embarrassment.

"on your marks, get set.." after those words were spoke, a piercing whistle was blown. after momentarily flinching at the noise, yoongi began to run, his feet going as fast as they could take him. he looked ahead of him, looking at hoseok and he copied his technique and improved his posture. he continued his pace, doing his best to just keep going.

to yoongi's surprise, he began catching up to hoseok who was the last one in the race. but just as success had almost hit him, yoongi felt his shoes become looser. he mentally panicked but he chose to keep running. he kept going and going, doing his best to both ignore the fact they were coming off, and trying to grip his toes so theyd stay on. but eventually, they both flung off his feet as he ran.

"fuck" he whispered to himself, but he kept going, he kept running and running. hoseok was way ahead of him now, as he'd had to slow his pace to try and save his shoes from being lost. he felt more than embarrassed, he felt utterly humiliated and he knew he'd have to go and pick them up when he had finished the race.

the finish line was ahead of him now, and he guessed that he had about ninety metres left to run. yoongi bolted for it, he ran as hard as he could for the finish line. everyone else had already finished, but people were still cheering for him, as if it really mattered.

feeling as though time had slowed, yoongi looked around at the parents and at his classmates. a feeling of loneliness overcame him; he had no friends here, and he had no family here. of course, his family loved him but they didn't bother coming to see him, even if they knew he would fail the race. yoongi's eyes moved to in front of him, and just a short distance from the finish line, his face hit the floor.

a chorus of gasps erupted from the crowd of students and adults, and then a finale of laughter from the students. yoongi pulled himself up off the floor, standing up and just standing there. he brought a hand to his chin, sweating and gasping for air as if he was a dog.

yoongi jogged off of the track, and waved his hands at the teachers to show them he was done. embarrassed and without shoes, yoongi headed for his locker. he was sweaty, he was bleeding and he felt like erupting in tears. he'd never felt so disgusting in his entire life.

feeling shameful, yoongi sped back the way he'd came. he let his eyes get watery and he let drops of blood roll down his hill, and stain his tshirt. sniffling, he mentally prepared himself to walk along the probably hot gravel.

suddenly a hand grabbed his shoulder, and he jumped.

"ah, sorry. I thought you would've.. heard me" said the voice. turning around, yoongi was more than shocked to see taehyung breathless and holding his shoes. yoongi didn't speak and neither did taehyung; they both just stared at eachother for a while. yoongi looked back at everyone, and back to taehyung.

"it's your race now, right?" asked yoongi, his voice shaky and breathless. with a muddy hand from falling, yoongi wiped his eyes from tears. taehyung looked so attractive, even when he was sweating buckets.

with a smile, he replied, "yeah" he breathed out, and held his shoes out for yoongi to take. with a shaky hand, yoongi took them and continued to look up at taehyung. his hair was messy now, but his golden skin shone beautifully from the sweat. </p>

"there's gonna be the same race next week at a sports event anyway, and my run to grab your shoes then up here was all the exercise I could need today" he laughed, smiling that smile that yoongi had always admired from afar but never actually seen it up close. the way his face scrunched up when he did it was so charming to yoongi.

"wow" thought yoongi as he stared at the beauty that was kim taehyung.

"wow?" repeated taehyung in a questioning tone. he began walking towards the school, and gestured for yoongi to follow him. yoongi's cheeks had a red tint to them.

yoongi didn't speak, he didn't know what to say to him. they walked together until they reached the concrete, where yoongi quickly and awkwardly put his shoes on.

"I'm gonna take you to the bathroom and clean you up. I would take you to the medical room but they take ages to actually help you. I've got a first aid kit in my locker" stated taehyung. the pair of them started walking again, going towards the same door that taehyung had come out of earlier.

"oh, okay" yoongi replied, hiding how confused he was. the pair of them walked to taehyung's locker and picked up the first aid kit. yoongi kept his eyes trained on taehyung's hands, watching how they moved to input his locker code, how they held the locker door open. his finger nails were beautifully well kept, and his hands in general looked well kept. his skin looked softer than a babies bum. his hands were the most elegant yoongi had ever seen.

"right, got it. let's just go in there" smiled taehyung, grabbing yoongi's wrist and guiding him to the bathroom across the hall. yoongi stared at taehyung's hand around his wrist, his heart beating faster the more he held onto it.

taehyung put the first aid kit besides one of the sinks, opening it up and pulling out a few things packets as well as a couple plasters, one bigger than the other. yoongi stood beside taehyung, staring at all his stuff and trying not to look up at him. he did it anyway. even in bad lighting, he still looked stunning.

"sit up on the counter" directed taehyung. yoongi blushed slightly at the dominance in his voice. it was just an instruction, but yoongi couldn't help bit feel attracted by it.

"you have all this with you just every single day?" questioned yoongi, fiddling with his bracelet. he wasn't supposed to wear jewelry on sports day, no one was, but he always wore this bracelet, and he hadn't been told off for it before.

"yeah" answered taehyung with a shrug, opening up one of the pockets. "no one knew you'd trip over your own foot today, but now you're alright because I've got my kit"

yoongi laughed at taehyung's answer, holding his hand over his mouth as he did so. he had always been quite shy, and a little insecure about his smile especially with people like taehyung.

"your chin has been bleeding a lot, is it alright if I touch?" asked taehyung, his voice soft. his eyes went from his chin up to his eyes when he asked the question. gulping anxiously, yoongi nodded.

taehyunv brought a hand up to yoongi's chin, moving it around and trying to get a closer look at it.

"you must've hit it on a rock or something. you've got some dirt in it though" told taehyung, looking up to yoongi's eyes as he held his chin. with the other hand, he gently dabbed what looked like a wipe over the gash.

"ahh!" whined yoongi, closing his eyes and holding taehyung's arm from the pain. taehyung laughed a little, and yoongi did his best not to smile.

"it's just a little lemon wipe, yoongi" teased taehyung. yoongi didn't reply, but he opened his eyes again. he was amazed that he knew his name.

"what, you think I didn't know your name? how couldn't I know the name of the leader of the school book club" he replied, laughing at his own joke. yoongi scoffed at the mocking words, his face turning peachy.

"okay, mr I spend more time running than sleeping" retorted yoongi, making taehyung scoff this time. just to mock him some more, he mocked his scoff.

suddenly taehyung had a serious look on his face, and he gripped his face harshly. yoongi's eyes shot open in a panic, and his whole body tensed up.

"hey, stay still. this is like surgery" he finally said, laughing the last few words out. yoongi didn't move his mouth, he only rolled his eyes which made taehyung laugh even more.

"you look petrified. I'm not gonna bite you, unless you want me to" taunted taehyung, his mouth pulled into a smirk. yoongi's stomach twisted.

"why would I?" responded yoongi, his hands clasping onto the edge of the counter.

"ahh, I don't know. you seem to really like me treating your injuries. you might want more for me to treat, hm?" he teased. yoongi looked at taehyung with serious eyes. he was confused at what taehyung was saying, what he was doing, why he was doing it.

"why are you speaking to me this way?" asked yoongi, his voice cracking a little as he spoke. taehyung's face was overcome with worry and confusion.

"like what?" he replied, taking his and the wipe away from yoongi's face. the cut on his chin was clean and no longer bleeding, and all the blood on his neck had been cleaned up.

"you're being nice, but in a weird way" yoongi accused, wiping his left eye as a tear threatened to fall as he bared the sting of the lemon wipe.

"flirting?" whispered taehyung, to which yoongi fell still and silent. he was shocked. not only was he coming out to him, but he was flirting with him.

"I mean, I guess I am," taehyung said, answering his own question with a shrug, "I know I shouldn't, its... weird. but I always see you looking at me, looking around for me, blushing when I look at you.."

yoongi's eyes widened even more, his cheeks becoming red as he laughed at what taehyung had said.

"I don't do that" argued yoongi, his cheeks a raging pink, "wrong person"

taehyung laughed with him, stepping closer again. he picked up the bigger looking plaster and unwrapped it. with a finger, taehyung gently pushed yoongi's chin up. he gently applied the plaster and rubbed the edges of it to ensure that it was on properly.

"yeah sure, but it doesn't matter" taehyung replied, reaching for a new wipe and wiping off yoongi's muddy hands and muddy knees. yoongi was a blushing mess, trying his best not to show it.

the two of them sat in silence for a while, taehyung cleaning yoongi up and yoongi letting him. it was peaceful, but it still felt weird and slightly wrong. yoongi thought about taehyung's friends and how they'd react if they saw them doing this, if they say taehyung doing this. yoongi knew they were homophobic, he'd heard of incidents involving them, and the most recent one was only a week ago. he had no idea how they were still able to run the races after it all.

"if your friends knew.." mumbled yoongi.

taehyung looked up at him with soft eyes, and reached a hand up to yoongi's cheek. he wiped the tear that fell, and stood as close as he could to him.

"I know.. they're not great, but they're all my childhood friends and my family friends. I don't have a choice other than to like them, except jimin. he's a lot different, he's quite like you when he's not with the others" began taehyung, and yoongi raised a brow at that. "I know I don't really know you but, I know you a little bit. you like to read, you're shy, reserved, you only have a couple friends"

yoongi laughed. "a couple is plenty to me"

taehyung furrowed his brows. "a couple? what about the book club?"

yoongi smiled at him. "I don't really consider them friends, I just love talking about my books" explained yoongi, "and they don't really consider me a friend too"

taehyung looked sad at that news, and looked away for a second, but he quickly looked back. reaching both hands up, taehyung carefully clasped both sides of yoongi's black framed chunky glasses and placed them to one side. he winced at what he saw underneath the nose bit.

"oh yoongi, your poor nose" whispered taehyung. yoongi turned around and looked at himself in the mirror, seeing the gash in his nose. he sighed at the sight and turned back around to taehyung.

"I hope my glasses stay on my nose" he noted, making taehyung smile a little. he carefully applied the small circular plaster to yoongi's nose, and handed him back his glasses. yoongi was really blown away by taehyung's kindness, and by everything that had happened between them today. taehyung had been flirting with him, and had spent the past goodness knows how long cleaning up his wounds for him.

"I'm sure you'll be fine, yoongi" smiled taehyung, watching fondly as yoongi put his glasses back on. "you look cute" he added.

blushing, yoongi looked away but taehyung was quick to protest.

"nu uh uhh" he said. yoongi looked back to see him tapping his cheek expectedly. yoongi curled his toes in his shoes and let the feeling of butterflies in his tummy arise.

yoongi didn't move for a few seconds, just looking at taehyung and wondering what to do. he wanted to do it, but he'd never kissed anyone and he felt awkward kissing someone on the cheek. and this was kim taehyung, out of everybody. he was panicking, and he didn't know what to do, but he made up his mind after a while.

yoongi leaned forward on the bench, and put his hands over taehyung's cheeks, making him face him. and then, he stared at him, their faces not too far apart. yoongi's eyes traced over every part of taehyung's face until they rested on his lips.

taehyung smiled slightly at him, and placed his hands on yoongi's thighs, opening them and stepping closer. he waited for yoongi, to see if he would do anything.

"sorry.." whispered yoongi, letting out a breathy and awkward laugh. they held eye contact for a few seconds, before taehyung broke it. his dark brown eyes looked down to yoongi's parted lips, open just partially.

"don't apologise" he whispered in response. yoongi's eyes widened before he shut them firmly. his palms slightly sweaty, he held taehyung's cheeks as their lips gently connected. yoongi's whole face relaxed, his whole body relaxed at the feeling. he focused on nothing but his lips, relishing in how soft they were and how great it felt to do this. he almost felt as though he was in a trance. he couldn't think clearly, too focused on what was happening.

slowly, taehyung moved his lips, gently feeling yoongi's. the kiss was heavenly. it was all yoongi ever wanted. every other sensation felt dulled when he kissed him, his mind gone fuzzy. not thinking straight, yoongi let out a small whine. taehyung pulled away from the kiss, keeping their faces close.

"min yoongi... who'd have thought?" whispered taehyung, his tone curious and fond.

yoongi waited a few seconds for him to expand on what he'd said, but his crush for two years didn't. "thought.. what?" he asked, whispering just like taehyung.

taehyung smiled at him, holding eye contact.

"who'd have thought you'd be my first kiss"

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btschooseafic · 1 year

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AO3 Recs

do you think that we are golden? by CrabWhisperer [16/?]

ot7, ot6 x jungkook, jungkook centric, olympics, sports, soulmates

jungkook gives up on the idea of finding his soulmate to focus on his olympic dream. then he meets fellow boxer min yoongi, part of a group of soulmates.

#bts fanfic #bts fanfic recs #archive of our own #ao3 #ot7 #ot7 x ot7 #polyam #soulmates au #jeon jungkook #jungkook centric #ot6 x jungkook #sports #crabwhisperer #ongoing

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sparklehoney7 · 10 months

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the ink of our hearts

by: ellievolia

pairing: namjoon/jungkook

info: one shot (21,655)

tags: Alternate Universe - Tattoos / Tattoos / Alternate Universe - Modern Setting / Alternate Universe - Sports / Baseball Player Jeon Jungkook / Tattoo Artist Kim Namjoon | RM / Tattoo Artist Kim Taehyung | V / Romance / Virgin Jeon Jungkook / secret instagrammer jeon jungkook / First Time / side taegi / Closeted Character / Closeted Jeon Jungkook / Inappropriate Erections / Inappropriate touching / Bottom Jeon Jungkook / Top Kim Namjoon | RM / Kim Namjoon Has A Big Dick / Anal Fingering / Falling In Love

summary: Truly, he feels kinda stupid to be this anxious and eager to see the new post, but he can’t help it. The guy has a terrible username - bbunjjkoo97 - but always posts the best pictures Namjoon has ever seen. They’re - works of art, really.He never shows his face and never puts his name, which Namjoon can understand, as tattoos in Korea are still kinda taboo, still surrounded by stigma, and bbunjjkoo97 is covered in them. Seems to Namjoon that the guy is some kind of collector, regularly adding new pieces and posting on Instagram about it.

Or, Namjoon has a thing for this guy on Instagram, bbunjjkoo97, who posts pictures of his tattoos, but never his face. Jungkook is a rising baseball star with a bunch of secrets.

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#bts fic #fic rec #namkook #one shot #sports au #tattoo au

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astonmartinii · 5 months

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ballad of lovebirds and puppy dogs | lando norris social media au

pairing: lando norris x fem actress!reader

face claim: rachel zegler

everyone is a hunger games fan, even if you say you're not a hunger games fan you are. this includes lando norris.

based on this request: could you please do a lando norris smau with rachel zegler as the fc!! where the ballad of songbirds and snakes recently came out, twitter could be freaking out over it, and then someone spots her with lando or something!! take it from there queen that’s just my like base plot‼️‼️ - @inejghafawifesblog

MASTERLIST | BUY ME A KO-FI?

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yourusername: kinda have a movie coming out, have yall seen it?

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user1: ANNOUNCE RELATIONSHIP NOW

user2: friendships can exist between men and women you know?

user3: look at her holding his arm though that shit ain't platonic

hunterschafer: my favourite girl in the whole world

yourusername: that's crazy because you're my favourite girl in the whole world too

hunterschafer: crazy when that happens huh

tomblyth: does that mean i'm your favourite man in the whole world

yourusername: my lawyer said i can't answer this question

tomblyth: god you get a boyfriend and all of a sudden i don't mean shit

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tomblyth: does our frolicks in the woods mean nothing to you?

user4: WE SAW THAT GRANDPA

user5: sooooo. there is a man.

user6: and it's not tom :( so disappointing their chemistry was insane

user7: babe that's called acting

user8: lando norris in the likes i knew my man had TASTE

user9: i knew there was a reason i liked that man

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f1gossipandtea: lando norris was spotted multiple times out in monaco with y/n y/ln !! this comes after his appearance at the premiere of her new film the ballad of songbirds and snakes. do you think they're a cute couple?

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user15: try not to say parents challenge (impossible)

user16: has someone looked into my brain and pulled out my dream threesome and made them a couple

user17: i need them to give me a chance for real

user18: i am defo anti-paparazzi but thank you for these absolute gems xx

user19: those motherfuckers must've been camped out cause literally got the whole itinerary

user20: this feels like such a random couple but after watching the BTS of tbosas they defo have very similar personalities

user21: i did a lil bit of sleuthing and tom has posts of him at races? so do we think he suggested lando? or showed him to y/n?

user22: i also had a wee look and y/n follows basically all of the grid and a couple of the retired drivers so that tells me she likes the sport? like if she just liked lando surely she'd only follow him and maybe some of his friends?

user23: so like my vision is y/n y/ln either performing or singing the national anthem at one of the american races

user24: someone get this gal in the fia stat

user25: who is this girl? she's too irrelevant for lando ...

user26: and who are YOU? he's not going to pick you girly

user27: she's in the top film in the world for weeks now ... let's not be silly

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landonorris: what the paps didn't get ...

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user28: screaming, crying, throwing up i did not know i needed this so much

user29: i am so unwell this is so cute

user30: i was so on the y/n and tom train but i am happy to say it has been hijacked by lando

yourusername: paps didn't get our good angles :(

landonorris: i'd like to keep the best angles to ourselves

yourusername: no for real, for MY eyes only

maxfewtrell: god you people are obnoxious...

landonorris: you literally told me to stop complaining about being lonely and now i'm being attacked 🤨

maxfewtrell: NOT LIKE THIS THERE ARE CHILDREN HERE

yourusername: fuck them kids

landonorris: what y/n said

danielricciardo: free enchante promotion, y/n you're invited to my wedding

yourusername: the girlfriend effect x enchante goes crazy tbf

landonorris: are you saying i didn't dress well?

yourusername: you either didn't dress well or can't pack for shit you came to GEORGIA IN THE SUMMER WITH A SUITCASE FULL OF HOODIES

landonorris: but that's my brand :(

georgerussell63: the twitch quartet formally announce our disappointment about finding out about this relationship via @f1gossipandtea, we expect a big apology and perhaps and visit from tom

tomblyth: i am THERE

yourusername: eh i think that's on lando .... but real question is who follows @f1gossipandtea

georgerussell63: me duh, i need to check for potential GDPA incidents

alexalbon: i also follow it 👍 no real reason i just like the drama thanks @charles_leclerc and @carlossainz55

yourusername: LMAO

charles_leclerc: i am disappointed in you lando. ALEX WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN

carlossainz55: ???

landonorris: lol would you have even believed me ?

georgerussell63: no

alexalbon: no

charles_leclerc: no

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yourusername: some cheeky behind the scenes pics, including lando demanding to be pampered while i was in hair and make up

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user31: i hope lando can fight (i have brass knuckles on, sorry not sorry)

landonorris: UMMMM ???

yourusername: soz babe they're just passionate

user32: HE WAS ON SET? HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN GOING?

landonorris: how dare you !! the makeup girlies LOVE ME

yourusername: sure, if that's what you wanna believe

landonorris: they liked me better than you they said so :p

yourusername: they were just being nice i told them you're fragile

landonorris: i am NOT FRAGILE I AM SOFT THERE IS A DIFFERENCE

user33: okay now i get them 100%

maxverstappen1: so this is why you didn't play fifa with me 🤨

oscarpiastri: so this is why you abandoned me at the airport 🤨

danielricciardo: so this is why you blocked me after i called you seven times in a row it was an emergency you ASSHOLE 🤨

carlossainz55: so this is why you've ditched golf dates the last couple months 🤨

alexalbon: so this is why you didn't come to watch tbosas with me and lily 🤨

georgerussell63: so this is why the GDPA chat was muted on your phone 🤨

yourusername: i ain't reading alla that, i'm happy for you or i'm sorry that happened, i'll see you all in the parking lot at the vegas gp

landonorris: ...sorry?

user34: Y/N IS GOING TO THE VEGAS GP?

maxfewtrell: actually could you have him more often?

landonorris: AHAHAHAA :(

yourusername: gladly :)

landonorris: :)

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f1: lando's new helmet for vegas... we wonder where this inspiration came from?

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user38: IS THAT A BALLAD OF SONGBIRDS AND SNAKES HELMET

user39: maybe men do deserve rights

landonorris: the ballad of songbirds and snakes is out in cinemas everywhere now !!

yourusername: i knew they should've given you a cameo

landonorris: THERE WAS A CHANCE OF THAT?

yourusername: no, but it would've been funny tho

landonorris: don't get me excited like that :(

danielricciardo: maybe you could have a cameo in snow white, you are what the kids call a short king... sorry

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Trouvaille Masterlist

Pairing(s); BTS OT7 x Reader

Genre/Themes; Hybrid!AU, themes of the supernatural and the occult, paranormal themes, religious themes, violence, hurt/comfort, horror, romance

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In a world where hybrids are both the hottest commodity and largely exploited, a recent shortage of hybrids nationwide due to the wealthy adopting for sport hunting dominates the news headlines. More than ever, stray hybrids are whisked off the streets and taken into shelters to meet the demand. Mistreated, neglected, forgotten – in a notoriously disreputable hybrid shelter in a pocket of downtown Boston, seven “aggressive” hybrids await their inevitable fate of being sold for sport.

After years of trying to distance herself from her mystical past and upbringing, Y/N finds herself quitting her emotionally-draining job and is forced to face past mistakes. While accompanying her friends looking to adopt a child hybrid into their newly-formed family, Y/N inadvertently finds herself face-to-face with seven hybrids doomed to die. In a spur of the moment epiphany, Y/N decides to change the course of fate for the better; though bringing seven aggressive hybrids into her life and the darkening spiritual energy of her old home is trickier to navigate than she originally thought.

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lovelytaes-blog · 8 months

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reach the top (3) - jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader; (brief) jin x reader

synopsis: when your volleyball team gets cut and your brother, who is recently enrolled to your rivalry school, needs you to help him attend his classes while he continues to pursue his rap career; while you try keeping your volleyball dream alive, by serving sweet revenge on those that didn't believe in you.

genre: crack, fluff, angst; strangers to lovers/roommates to lovers; university au.

warning(s): mature language/themes, gender role implications.

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“How’s classes going?”

“Oh, you know,” You mumbled brushing your fake bangs out of your face, “It’s class.”

“I owe you a ton, for this. Thanks, sis.”

“Don’t mention it…” You trailed, holding the phone against your ear and shoulder as you finished a calculus equation, smiling in triumph when the question ends up being right.

“How’s volleyball? Did you girls figure out a way to get funding?”

You scoffed, “Yeah, something like that.”

“Well, that’s good right? You don’t sound so excited?”

“No, I am, “ you sighed, “It’s just, hard yenno, not easy… being compared to your ex? Just tired of from practicing so much…”

Your very first try out was two days ago, you had never been so excited. You had been running every morning and practicing drills by yourself to prepare yourself for the battlefield that is the volleyball court. You were confident that you would have made the team—that was until you actually watched the starting line up play a game. You had gotten to the gym early, in hopes that you would be able to practice some more drills, but you were beaten by the starting line up.

Of course, Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung were part of the starting lineup. They were accompanied by Choi Beomgyu, who was the team’s designated Libero (who played extremely well, which was not what you were expecting from the boy that embodies the definition of sloth); along with a kid named Yeonjun who also played Middle block, and Taehyun who played right-side. You had always known Ridgecrest was prideful of their men’s volleyball team, but you were not expecting them to be this good…

“First off,” Your brother scoffs, “Fuck Seokjin, I don’t care that he’s older than me, he had no right to treat you like that… I hope they lose against Ridgecrest again! We all know that they’re so much better than our volleyball team anyways.”

It was true; you did know these boys were good. You had a taste of their talent at the annual homecoming games between Cypress and Ridgecrest, and because you were the star player’s girlfriend (at the time), you were obligated to attend.

“No, you’re right, Hobi,” You sighed, “I just hope we – I mean, Ridgecrest wins this time around… From what I’ve been hearing is that Jin and Namjoon have been getting service aces left and right… Which never happened before. I guess I’m just a little worried.”

“Dunno, maybe they’re on some black magic shit.”

“I’m serious, Hobi, I don’t think I – I mean Ridgecrest stands a chance, I’ve seen them and how they deal with serves, it takes them a bit to get used to it.” You sulked.

Hoseok tsked, “Have a little faith, Y/n.” You hear your brother sigh, “But if anyone can beat Cypress, and beat them bad, it’s Ridgecrest.”

“Damn,” You giggled, “America’s changing you already? You’re so positive!”

“Aiiish, you’re such a twerp! I’m a ray of sunshine, I’m always positive!”

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“Are you sure you were an Ace?”

It has now been well over a week of practices, and while you thought you were getting better, it seemed that the starting line up of boys were getting just as good, just as fast. To say you were irritated was an understatement. You knew you had a disadvantage—being a female against ginormous boys definitely has it’s difficulties—but it didn’t help that you were endlessly being teased by Jimin; Taehyung and Jeongguk had their moments, but for the most part they just went along with the shorter man, laughing when he made a snide comment on your height.

“Do you ever get tired of being annoying?” You snarled, wiping the sweat off of your forehead, eyes glaring at the setter.

“Do you ever get tired of being annoying,” Jimin mocks, “As a matter of fact, I do not. Blehhhh.” Jimin pulls one of his cheeks down and sticks his tongue out at you, like the child he was.

You swear he reminds you of that one volleyball character on that one anime…

Tor-Torro? Oikama, was it? You couldn’t remember, but ironically enough—you were positive they played the same exact position.

“Can you stop tormenting the kid,” Taehyung swats Jimin’s head, earning a whiny Taehyung-ah, along with a pout.

“I’m not a kid!” You grunted out serving another ball over the net, that Beomgyu retrieved no problem. You tsked in annoyance and grabbed another.

“Your height could’ve fooled us.” Jeongguk snickers, easily serving a beautiful overhand serve, to which Beomgyu didn’t catch.

“Nice one, Kook!” Beomgyu utters out, eyeing the stary ball with a look of determination, “I’ll get the next one.”

“Do you boys ever get tired of, I don’t know, picking on me?”

“Nah.”

“You make it easy.”

“I barely pick on you, why am I being included?”

You could feel your blood boil as you toss up the ball, your feet quickly rushing forward to jump. As your feet left the ground, your body arches, coiling back and winding up for a hard hit. The adrenaline pumping through your veins echoed in your ears as the ball stops spinning for a brief moment, your arm making it’s way to strike the white ball. As your hand connects with the volleyball, like you always do, everything stilled.

Your eyes followed the quickness of the white ball, as it touches just the inside of the volleyball court, Beomgyu nowhere in sight, as you fall back to the ground, the sound of rubber hitting the floor harshly fills the quietness of the gym. Breathing heavily, cracking your neck to the side, your gaze drifts up to the libero; his eyes wide with shock, as he stared at the now stationary ball that sat behind the court, near the bleachers.

“Wh—”

“How?”

You turned around to see your three seniors staring gobsmacked at you. Feeling a sense of pride and confidence, you rolled your eyes.

“By the way,” You walked past them to grab another ball, “I did play Ace, and I was actually Cypress’s best.”

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“Jeon and Jung!”

You groaned, today had already sucked; the fact that practice ran later than normal this morning (which, really sucked because now, not only could you feel the dry sweat sticking to your body, but you weren’t able to do your normal morning routine where you were able to hide in a shower stall just at the end of the hallway of your dorm room, but when you had gone to check, that bathroom was out of order) but now you were partnered with one of the boys that mocked you.

“Alright, pair up,” Your professor claps, “and say hello to your partner for the rest of the semester! I expect you all to be mature adults and ready to work on the upcoming labs—starting with the first one on Thursday! Please have your pre-labs done, along with having read the material so that you’re well prepared to start right at 2. Don’t forget to cite any work that isn’t your own. I will be docking off a mark for those that do not cite their work.”

As your professor finished her speech, the chair beside you scraped noisily beside you, indicating your partner’s presence.

“Yeah, yeah,” Jeongguk grunts at your figure, “I’m not thrilled either, Chibi-chan.”

“Do you ever get tired of pestering me about my height?”

“No.”

“I’m not even that short!” You exclaimed throwing your head back in anguish.

“Hm,” Jeongguk hums, turning to face you and giving your slouched body a once over, “still shorter than me.” He shrugs.

Above all the people your professor could pair you up with. It seriously had to be this guy. Really? What had you done in your past life to deserve this? Did you murder someone?

“Whatever, Jeon,” You uttered out, “let’s just get through this term.”

“Kinda hard when my partner doesn’t want any of my help,” He sneers.

“We haven’t even started!”

“And?”

“And…” You mocked him, “how do you even know I don’t want your help if we haven’t even started the stupid lab, dumbo?”

“And this is why you’re single.”

“What, just cuz I called you a name? Grow up, Jeon.”

“If you hadn’t noticed, I’ve been growing, you however, have not.”

“Quit pestering me, you gigantic muscle-bunny.”

“You did not compare me to a fucking rodent.”

“If the shoe fits!”

“You’re such a—”

“Knock it off!” Beomgyu snarls causing the two of you to stare wide eyed at the libero who threw his hood up to continue his nap.

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“Again, Jung.” Coach Kai sighs, watching you miss another toss from Jimin.

You were drenched in sweat, body aching, and your feet was starting to swell in your shoes with the amount of jumping you had been doing. You didn’t want to admit it but it seemed that you just weren’t getting to the tosses fast enough.

The practice this morning had killed you. You were barely able to keep up with the boys this morning; after the full day of classes, how were they still so energetic?

It definitely didn’t help that Jeongguk was doing fuck all during the remainder of lab; you guys barely started the pre-lab and you had wanted to finish it before the weekend… Clearly that wasn’t happening—since you had a practice match at Nikoli this weekend. Coach Kai had bumped you up to their pinch server—the player that gets called to disrupt the flow of the match in hopes of favouring the players team for the rest of the game. You hadn’t ever been just a pinch server, but as long as you were a step closer to being a regular, you’d take it.

However, that’s easier said than done.

Jeongguk played annoyingly well. His line shots were are amazing. The amount of times during practice he’d get it perfectly on the line was annoying. He made hitting he ball look so effortless that you can’t help but watch him hit the ball. His blocks are insanely high, that you for sure would love to see him block one of Namjoon’s spikes. His serves… His serves were just as amazing… It’s no wonder he’s on the starting line up, he could do it all—better than you. He truly deserves the Ace title… but you’d never admit that out loud.

Taehyung’s blocks were no joke. From what you remembered from watching their games at Cypress, Taehyung and Jeongguk were considered the Iron Wall. One of the tallest blocks in the prefecture. It helped immensely that their verticals were much higher than the average verticals for their heights, but even so, their arms added onto the height. Their strategical blocking skills are the types of blockers you hated.

Back at Cypress the highest blockers in the prefecture for girls was, ironically, the girls team for Nikoli. You remembered losing to their team during your first year; this was the first game you had ever lost since coming onto the team. Euna played extremely well, getting the ball to you wherever you needed it; Somi receiving the ball each and every time… It had been you. You couldn’t get it past their blockers, you couldn’t find a way to slam the ball down on the other side of the court… You had always gotten shut out. That must’ve been the day you set out to become the best Ace in the prefecture. You worked on your shoulder mobility, becoming more fluid and flexible in your movements. You were thinking more rather than relying solely on instinct and intuition. You were determined to become the best; and the best is exactly what you became.

So, you can imagine how hard it is to start from the very bottom and work your way up. Especially with a new team.

Jimin’s sets are absolutely lethal; his precision on tossing the ball to his spikers were unmatched. He knew how to toss perfectly to his spikers—knowing the exact angle they want, and the perfect speed to get it to them. It hurt you to say it, but he was even better than Euna…

The only problem was that you’d never had this issue with Euna; her tosses were easy to hit, she made sure everyone was able to hit her tosses… Why was it so hard to hit Jimin’s?

“Jimin.” You huffed.

The setter turns to glance at you with his cat like eyes, “Hm?”

You sighed annoying, “Slow your toss when you pass to me.”

“Excuse me?”

The court was silent.

“I said,” You glanced up at him with tired eyes, “slow your tosses when you pass to me.”

“You want me… to slow my tosses?” Jimin hisses, “And why would I stoop to your level? I know my tosses are good.”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you crossed your arms, “I know your tosses are good—they’re great,” You huffed, “but, just slow them down for now. Let me get used to them.”

“And why should I fix my game play for someone who’s benched?”

Taehyung quickly puts out a hand between the two of you, “Hey, Chim, calm—”

“Cool it, Park.”

Your eyes widened when Jeongguk pushed through to where you and Jimin were, wiping off his sweat with a towel.

“Just give him a slower toss. It’s just a practice anyways, he’s not playing at homecoming.”

“Well, it’s my goal to.” You grunted, Coach Kai giving you a reassuring smile.

Coach Kai turns to Jimin, “Slow your tosses, Jimin. Let Jung get used to it, then pick up speed after, but for now respect his wishes; remember Park, it isn’t you that distinguishes how that ball goes over the net.”

Jimin’s cheeks turn a shade of pink as he bowed, uttering a got it coach, before turning around to continue a mock match with the rest of the team.

Coach Kai then turns to you, “You’ve got guts kid, telling Park to slow his toss the way you did.”

You shrugged, “I just want to play the best I can…”

“And about homecoming…” Coach pauses, “You could still make the starting line up if you show improvement. I’ve seen your receives and your blocks, you’ve got some crazy agility. You’ve also got monster serves… If you could find a way to fight mid-air better and be able to handle Jimin’s normal speed tosses… You could be the next Ace of Ridgecrest.”

You gave Coach Kai a toothy smile, “Got it coach!”

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“Oi.”

You peered up at the familiar voice of your teammate. You all had just finished up practicing—waiting for everyone to get out of the locker rooms, you sat in the lobby so you all could walk to the cafeteria together.

“Don’t ever tell me what to do.” Jimin snarls, shoving past you, “This is the only time I’ll slow my tosses; either get better or keep the bench warm, Jung. I won’t toss to someone that can’t win.”

Your gaze drops as you stare at the ground, avoiding all eye contact to the blond setter. The dull ache in your chest seeps its way to the surface as you bite your lip to prevent it from quivering more.

“Remember your place Jung; you just got here; you’re benched. I don’t know how it was at Cypress, but here, to make demands like that? You’ve got to be good.” Jeongguk bites.

“You say you were an ace? How can you be an Ace when you can barely keep up with our team? When you’re able to make amazing plays like the rest of us, then maybe, you can make demands like that. But until then,” Jeongguk bumps your shoulder roughly, looking over his shoulder to glare at you, “you have no authority to ask any of us to jeopardize our plays to accommodate you.”

Refusing to look up, you could feel your eyes prickling with tears. You quickly wiped your eyes before feeling a hand upon your shoulder.

“Don’t listen to them,” Taehyung smiles gently, “you got really good in one practice, they’re just jealous… I think your soft serves can give us an advantage,” Taehyung nods his head in the direction of the rest of the team as he walks next to you.

“Not to mention you were able to hit Jimin’s tosses easier in the last half hour.”

“He’s a really good setter…” You whispered looking down at your feet.

“As he should be—he was the starting setter for All-Stars Korea.”

You stopped, “P-Park?” Taehyung nods, chuckling.

“Yeah—he had the opportunity to play last year in the 18 and under category,” Taehyung shrugs, “He’s really talented, he’s normally really perceptive when he sets, so he’s able to change his tosses based on who he’s setting to, but with you,” Taehyung moves to turn to face you, “he couldn’t tell your style of play. Communication is key when it comes to Jimin, he normally knows exactly the type of toss to give his spikers, but for some reason… He couldn’t pinpoint what tosses you could hit.”

Taehyung shrugs again, continuing towards the cafeteria, “Not that, that’s a bad thing, but…” Taehyung looks over his shoulder with a smirk, “that may be troublesome to opponents on the opposite side of the court.”

And then it clicks.

This was why you were so good; this is why you were the Ace. Euna and you have history, she’s been tossing to you since middle school—so she’s grown accustomed to your game play—to your decoy moves. She knows when you want the toss, and she knows how to lead the opponents into thinking someone else will hit her ball.

But this is Jimin—a genius setter, he knows the type of set to give his spikers before they even know the set they want, he knows the best toss to give them so that they can play at the utmost best to their abilities…

Jimin’s talent is to bring out everyone’s 100% effort, no matter what team he played on. And that’s scary.

The chills that ran down your spine thinking about how amazing Jimin actually is, was exciting… If you and him could communicate better with your decoy moves and his genius setting skills… You just might be able to beat Cypress in their homecoming game.

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Work Hard, Play Harder | Rewards

↳ Yoongi x f.Reader ⤜ Strangers/Lovers ⤜ Rating: MA 🔞 ⤜ WC: 5,449 ⚠️ Light sub/dom tones, spitting/spit kink in a mildly degrading way but also spicy, spanking, public sex, rough sex, cum eating, exhibitionism, throat fucking, hair pulling

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"You have a game today, right?" Jules asks over slices of toast. Your morning routine helps ground you. Over the last two weeks, Yoongi has turned your world upside down. You now dread Fridays and have an endless supply of ibuprofen in your bag.

You wave a piece of buttered toast in the air toward her. "Yep. It'll be my first game on the bench."

"And he will be there?" She sneers a little when she says he. Jules quickly became president of the anti-Yoongi club after you filled her in on your sessions with him. She pouted for an entire day when you told her the TA was hot but definitely wasn't someone you could just give woo-woo eyes to. No, he's got a stick up his ass even farther than a professor. Though, you wouldn't believe it considering the way he moves. He's all elegance and grace when he's with you. Moves in a way that makes you envious, like his body was made to play basketball.

"Unfortunately," you grumble.

Jules huffs a sigh. "Well, maybe he won't be so bad if it's a game day. No training and all that, so no reason to be an asshole."

You scoff softly. "Not likely. He's still in charge of me on game days. Get's to tell me to jump and I have to ask how high." Again, if eye-rolling were a sport...

"I'll make brownies tonight," Jules offers with a smile, waggling her eyebrows.

"Fuck, Jules," you whine pathetically, "okay. But, please make some that aren't special. You and Ry can have all the fun and I'll just watch...enviously."

Jules bounces on her toes, oozing excitement. "Maybe Ry will get stoned enough to want to kiss it and make it better for you." She gives you a devilish smirk and bites her bottom lip.

It wouldn't be the first time your other best friend, Ryan, has offered to be a soothing balm for life's little shit parties. It's always been casual, with a mutual understanding and agreement. No feelings, just fucks. It's been a while, but maybe you do need to blow off some steam.

"Have I ever told you how much I love you?" You ask Jules with a laugh, grabbing your bag and slinging it over your shoulder. "I'll catch you later. I expect piping hot brownies. Oh! And ice cream!" You add before tugging the door closed behind you.

You're feeling a little lighter, definitely in a bit of a better mood now. Pulling out your phone you open your text thread with Ryan and send him a winky face and cake emoji along with a time. He'll come over regardless of the emoji'd offers, simply because that's just how Ry is. Ryan's reply of the eyebrow raised emoji makes you laugh but before you can type back a reply of your own, your phone disappears.

Your head comes up, lips and tongue poised to give a lashing to whoever has decided to rain on your morning parade...but, it's Yoongi standing right in front of you, your phone in his hand. "You communicate through emojis? How juvenile."

"Give that back!" You lunge toward your phone but Yoongi just raises it up, far enough out of your reach that you would need to jump in order to try and grab it. He's not gargantuan, but he's taller than you and he's using that to his advantage now. "What the fuck is your problem?" You shove his shoulder and he stumbles back a few steps.

"Who said I have a problem?" He muses.

"Give it back," you demand again, holding out your hand palm up.

He brings his hand down and you think he's going to give the phone back to you but he slips it into the front pocket of his joggers instead. "How about," he pauses, closing the distance between you, forcing you to drop your hand or have it mashed against his chest, "you earn it back?"

You give him an incredulous look. "Earn it? It's my fucking phone you jackass, give it back!" He just smirks. The self-righteous prick! He better be glad he's good looking or you might introduce your fist to his face. You grit your teeth and a thought crosses your mind. "Fine, you want to be like that, fine."

He goes to turn, preparing to walk away with your phone still in his pocket when you make your move. You sling your left arm around his waist and cage him against you. Just as you hoped, he's caught off guard and you use that surprise to your advantage. With your right hand, you snake it between your bodies and shove it into his pocket. You hadn't accounted for your bodies being pressed together so tightly, so extracting your hand with the phone gripped in it isn't as easy as you thought it might be.

"If you wanted to touch me all you had to do was ask," his voice comes out in a low growl, eyes boring into yours. You're just about to abandon your phone when his arms come around you and pin you to him, too. You struggle against his hold, hand still deep inside his pocket. He grunts and you both freeze. Adrenaline is pumping and you can feel your own pulse in your temple. Your mind races, trying to explain away what exactly just happened, what you felt...surely there is something else...another explanation. Though, by the heat flaring through his eyes you know, there isn't. In all your wiggling against him, hand flailing around in his pocket, you 100% grazed along the side of his now evident erection.

"Fuck, I'm sorry," you gasp, finally wrenching yourself from his arms, hand springing free from his pocket. Forget the phone, forget it. He can have it.

You can see his throat bob as he swallows. It takes tremendous willpower to not glance down as he adjusts the bottom of his hoodie to settle further down his hips. His eyes narrow and the corner of his mouth tugs up in a small smile. "I don't think you are sorry," he purrs. Yoongi pats his pocket, where your phone is located. "Be a good girl and show up to class a little early, I'll let you earn a few extra points towards getting this back."

He turns and leaves you there, standing in the middle of the sidewalk. Your senses come whooshing back in, making you suddenly aware of your surroundings. You dart a look around, thankful not to see anyone else nearby. Your cheeks are flaming crimson and you can't seem to catch your breath, but you forge ahead and manage to make it to your first class of the day without any further incidents. 🏀🏀🏀

The day drags on and the closer you get to your research class the angrier you become. Without your phone, you haven't been able to reach out to Ryan or Jules to let them know about the run-in with Yoongi this morning. You can barely concentrate in your morning classes, but thankfully you have an extended break before your last class begins. You usually spend this time studying or grabbing lunch.

Today, however, you venture to the other side of campus in search of Jules. She doesn't have quite as long a break as you do, but you know you should be able to catch her coming out of her class soon. You're rounding the corner of the theatre building when you stop short, spotting a familiar figure up ahead coming right toward you, you curse and quickly back peddle. Why the hell is Yoongi on this side of campus?! Thankful to be wearing a watch, you check the time and know if you don't take this route to Jules class you'll miss her, all the other paths take too long.

"Fuck," you mutter under your breath, resigning to heading back toward the sports complex instead. Maybe if you show up early enough you can pummel Yoongi into a pulp before class begins. You push yourself to move faster, cursing Yoongi the whole way to the gym.

There is another class still going on inside the gym itself so you sit outside in the lobby and wait. Every little noise has you whipping your head around, hoping Yoongi doesn't come strolling in through one of the doors while you're sitting here. The last thing you want is to be faced with him again without a court under your feet. All your boasting thoughts earlier about beating the shit out of him have dwindled to just wanting to get your phone back and get through class so you can wallow on the couch with Jules and Ry later and maybe get a little stress relief without the laced brownies.

As soon as the class lets out of the gym you slip inside and settle on the bleachers near the door. It's still about thirty minutes or so before your class is scheduled to be in here. Professor Sumner and Dr. Rei will hopefully be arriving just before class, so they can get the research students from Rei's lab to help set up the monitors and other equipment they'll use for data collection.

You hear footsteps coming from the hallway, but it doesn't sound like enough steps to be a full class or even the research students from Dr. Rei's lab. Dropping your bag by your feet you lean out, trying to see if you can see whoever it is through the glass panes in the doors before they enter. The face that appears in the pane before the door begins to push open has your heart leaping into your throat.

The guy steps in and holds the door open, admitting another guy with Yoongi following. "Why are they here?"

Yoongi shrugs. "Moral support?"

"Give me my phone back," you deadpan.

"You'll get it back after the game." Yoongi nods towards the court. "We have about twenty minutes before Sumner and Rei show up, how about a warmup?"

"I don't need to warm up, I'm benched today, in case you've forgotten."

"Hmm, no, perhaps not." He gives you a once-over as his two friends take seats at the bottom of the bleachers. You've seen them before, hanging out with him...running shirtless with him. "But, you do need to change into your uniform at least."

Your brows pinch together and you glance down at your grey t-shirt and jeans. In all the fuss and anxiety over Yoongi, you completely forgot to change before coming to the gym. "Fuck you," you mumble, snatching up your bag and heading towards the door into the lady's locker room.

As you step past him, Yoongi grabs your wrist and pulls you up short, your chest bouncing against his. "Is that what you want?" He asks in a low tone. "To fuck me?"

The husk in his voice sends tingles down your spine. Yes, you do. You have for a very long time. For three years, in fact. But, you can't admit that, not so brazenly. Not to mention the complete brute he's been as your mock trainer. Though, you might like that a little more than you've let on. "Let go of me," the words come out soft and hooked on the end of a shudder.

He smiles, but it's not a sweet smile. No, it's a smile full of promises. Promises to deliver, to play ball...pun intended. "Go change." He releases your wrist and you stumble away, making a beeline for the locker room.

By the time you've conquered your rapid heart rate and put your uniform on, you can hear the distinct noise of the other students in the gym. All of the athlete students are warming up, doing stretches, practicing passes, and shooting. The research half of the class is mingling with Dr. Rei's group from his lab, working together to make sure the data equipment is all working as it should. You spot Yoongi talking with Professor Sumner and Dr. Rei. He extends a hand, gesturing to you as you exit the locker room and your eyes meet Sumner's. He nods, saying something to Yoongi that you're too far away to hear. Though, the delight that spreads across Yoongi's face has your lip curling in a sneer.

"You'll be benched, but you'll also be running data with Yoongi," Sumner explains as you approach them.

Dr. Rei claps you on the shoulder. "The probation element of this is going to be most helpful, I almost want to thank you for failing that test. This research is crucial for the future of this sports department." He nods to Sumner and moves off to speak with the people from his lab.

Sumner gives you a half-hearted smile. "Listen to your trainer, he'll be providing a full report tomorrow that will go towards your test grade." You swallow the tart reply forming on your tongue about how it's not fair that Yoongi's feedback gets to dictate your grade. But, you seem to be at his mercy unless you want to take the hit for the class or push back graduation by a semester. He turns away from you and addresses the whole gym. "Okay, everyone, let's get this game started. Jackson," he begins to walk away and gestures to the team captain, "you're on."

"Don't look so put out," Yoongi sidles up next to you and fingers the hem of the side of your jersey. "I promise to give Sumner nothing but a good report if you play nice."

You whirl on him, eyes blazing with irritation. "What are you getting at here, huh?" You take a step closer, coming toe to toe with him.

"As long as you work hard," he flicks the tip of your nose in a playful manner that has you seeing red. "We can play even harder." The low chuckle that spills from between his lips instantly flips a switch and you're seeing red with a whole different feeling.

"I don't want to play your games, asshole." You're lying through your teeth and he knows it. His chest grazes yours as he sucks in a breath to laugh.

"Careful, people are watching," he snarks softly, after his laugh tapers off, eyes darting over your shoulder.

You clear your throat, hastily step away, and give him your back. Sure enough, there are a lot of people trying to discreetly watch your and Yoongi's interaction. "Just tell me what to do, Yoongi, and stop dicking around."

Another soft chuckle comes from behind you. "You can start by sitting your mouthy little ass on the bench until the game begins." Of course, he speaks so low no one else can hear his lewd words. "Until everyone else is so distracted that they won't see me fucking you under the bleachers."

You gape at him, forcing your mind to actually wrap around what he just said. It's hard, real hard. You think you might just short circuit. Surely, he's joking. He's just trying to get a rise out of you...and it's working. "You're delusional."

He stops a few feet past you, casting you a glance over his shoulder. "I'm not the one that's been drooling over someone for the last three years." His eyes flick from your toes back up to your face. "Just the last two weeks."

Your cheeks burn. You're so warm you think you might pass out if you don't sit down. So, you park your dazed ass down on the bench along the side of the court and zone out as the game begins. On game days, the class runs a little longer to accommodate for the game itself and the data collection at the end of it. You're not sure how you're supposed to survive for an hour and a half being tormented and sexually frustrated by Yoongi. Because that's exactly what he's doing. The minute you sat down, you became intimately aware of the pooling arousal in your shorts. So much for not wanting to fuck him.

It's not until the whistle blows to signal the start of the first half that you realize what Yoongi had just admitted to you. He'd called you out on your pining for him, but had also offered a kernel of his own in that he's been the one drooling over you for the last two weeks. Sweat pricks along the nape of your neck. One of Rei's research collectors steps into your view and gives you a quizzical look.

"Are you okay?" They ask. "You look a little pale."

"I'm fine," you wheeze. "Uh, umm, is there anything I can do for you guys?" You're desperate for something to keep your mind off of Yoongi.

"Not just yet. After the game, though, for sure. We'll need some help making sure we collect all the vitals from the athletes, you can help with that," they offer with a smile. They nod toward Yoongi, who is standing at the other end of the court, "you should ask your trainer, I'm sure he has something you can be doing."

Your attention follows their nod, eyes landing on Yoongi. He's got his arms crossed over his chest, talking with Dr. Rei. Rei waves a dismissive hand and Yoongi smirks as the older man's attention goes to his research assistant on the other side of him. "Right. My trainer," you mumble to yourself, the research student already having moved further down the court.

Yoongi meets your eyes and he jerks his chin to the side, beckoning you over. You're tempted to stay right where you are, ignore him completely. But, your eyes flicker to Sumner and you know you have to play nice with Yoongi in order to receive a good report tomorrow. Fuck. You keep your attention swiveling between the game and Yoongi until you come up to him.

"Nervous?" He asks.

"What do I have to be nervous about?" You hiss under your breath.

He steps around you, putting his back to the court and essentially blocking you from everyone else except his friends who are still sitting on the bleachers behind you. "I meant what I said." His eyes flick over your shoulder, towards the bleachers, before coming back to yours. He's serious, he's fucking serious.

"Don't be ridiculous, we can't...I mean, it's not- why?" You fumble through your thoughts, searching his eyes for any glimmer of humor. There is none, all you see is pure unadulterated desire.

"Why?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. "Why not? It'll be fun, c'mon, come play with me." Yoongi toys with a lock of your hair, twirling it around his finger. "I promise you'll have fun."

Your tongue darts out to wet your lips. His eyes hone in on the action and you can see his eyes darker, pupils expanding. "Aren't you- won't we, umm, aren't you worried about getting caught?" You whisper, trying to take in calming breaths.

"Mmm, how cute, you're worried about someone seeing us? Don't worry, kitten, that's what my friends are for," he purrs, grabbing you by the elbow and pulling you along behind him.

You shoot a glance back towards the court over your shoulder. No one is so much as paying even the slightest bit of attention to you or Yoongi walking away. As you bring your attention back forward your eye catches Yoongi's two friends as they stand up from their seats at the bottom of the bleachers. You can feel their presence behind you as Yoongi continues pulling you along the side of the bleachers. Just as you think he's about to usher you through the double doors, he cuts a sharp right and tugs you into the darkness under the bleachers.

"Yoongi, seriously, we're going to get caught!" You whisper yell as you're dragged along. It's not completely dark back here, a little bit of light filters through the gaps between the rows of bleachers, but it's not nearly enough that you don't trust yourself to not trip over something. There is a myriad of crossed metal support poles and great steel beams, Yoongi moves through them with ease.

He stops, turning and pulling you up against him. "We'll only get caught if you let us." Yoongi is still gripping your arm with one hand, he brings the other up and cups the side of your face. His expression becomes serious for a moment. "Do you want this? If you don't you can leave and I'll still give Sumner a good report for you tomorrow, I promise. This is your choice." His offering and change in demeanor take you by surprise. All his taunting and pushing have been part of his act, but now he's being genuinely sincere. If you don't want this, he'll respect that. The corner of your mouth tugs up in a small smile realizing he's seeking your consent before doing anything you may not want.

"If we get caught, we'll both probably get in a lot of trouble...maybe even expelled. You'd risk that?" You ask softly, not meeting his eyes.

He chuckles. "That won't happen. But, yes."

"Okay, Yoongi, let's play."

A finger under your chin tilts your head back until you look up at him. "Good. Now, be a good little girl and say 'ahh'." You give him a quizzical look, confused. His hand splays out gripping your face, fingers digging into one cheek and thumb into the other until your lips are puckered open. He wrenches his hand, squeezing harder until your jaw opens under the pressure. "When I say to do something, you do it," he growls and his eyes flash. In one quick motion, he leans forward and spits into your mouth. You flinch as stray dots of his saliva pepper your lips, the bulk of the warm liquid hitting your tongue. His hand releases your cheeks, sliding back over your chin to press your mouth closed. "Swallow."

Your chest is heaving. It takes a few times but you finally gather enough moisture in your mouth, his included, to do as you're told. It's hard to tell whether you're turned on or feeling humiliated by his actions. You've never had someone actually spit in your mouth before. Before you can form words, his lips are slanting over yours. You feel his tongue slide across the seam of your lips, seeking entrance. As soon as you part your lips, he's invading your mouth. It's a bruising and all-consuming kiss that leaves you breathless when he finally pulls away.

"Fuck," you exhale in a rush.

"On your knees," he commands. You cast a glance behind you, barely able to make out the other students through the small gaps in the bleachers. With one last thought about getting caught, you drop to your knees in front of Yoongi, bringing your attention back to him. You come at eye level with the very prominent bulge in his joggers. Yoongi can see your hesitation, the way you awkwardly twiddle your fingers in front of you. "You can touch me, it's okay," he encourages in a soft tone.

He combs his fingers through your hair as you reach up and curl your fingers over the waistband of his pants. A subtle ache settles between your thighs, anticipation mounting. The gray material slides down easily, revealing tight black boxer briefs that are straining in the front. One more flick of your wrist and his thick cock is springing free. "Oh, shit," you whisper, eyes going wide as you take in just how big he is. There is a glistening bead of precum already forming at the tip. He's velvety smooth and warm under your hand as you glide your fingers along his length.

"Have a taste, kitten," Yoongi groans, gathering a handful of your hair. He doesn't push or tug on it, just uses it as a tether for now. A throaty groan escapes him as you lave your tongue across the broad crown, swirling in a quick succession of blistering strokes. You slip your free hand over the band of his pants, still hugging his legs mid-thigh, and gently cup his balls. Yoongi sucks in a breath at the touch, his stomach muscles contracting beneath his bulky hoodie. You let him slip past your lips, going as far as you can before your gag reflex is shoving you back. He adjusts his grip on your hair, gathering a second fistful. "Relax," he soothes, his voice turning your tense muscles into jelly.

Your jaw goes slack and you take a steadying breath through your nose as he begins to work his hips, slowly fucking into your mouth. His balls contract in your hand as you massage them, bringing out another throaty groan from him. It's hard to not let the mix of your saliva and his precum gather at the corners of your mouth. You can feel it start to dribble down your chin. After a few more languid thrusts, letting you get used to the motions, he picks up his rhythm. Your free hand fists into the fabric of his joggers as he pistons between your lips. It takes all of your concentration not to gag as tears prick the corners of your eyes and he enters into the back of your throat.

Just as you're starting to pant in semi-panicked breaths, Yoongi relents and pulls completely out of your mouth. With his cock comes a gushing mess of saliva and precum. He releases your hair and you surge up onto your feet, capturing his lips with yours, letting him taste himself on your tongue. Yoongi moans into your mouth, hands grappling with the band of your burgundy basketball shorts. "Fuck me," you pant, finally breaking away from the kiss. His lips are wet and puffy, kiss-swollen and perfect.

Yoongi spins you around, bringing your back hard against his front. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" His top lip curls into a sexy sneer. He grips the front of your jersey and hauls it up over your head.

"Yes," you plead, pushing your ass back against his still-out cock. There is a crossing metal 'x' of support beams in front of you that you latch on to for support. It gives you the perfect leverage to arch your back and jut your ass out.

His breath is hot on your neck as his lips brush the shell of your ear. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk out of here." The whispered words ring with promises.

The bratty response on your tongue withers away as Yoongi shoves down your shorts and panties. He knees apart your legs, grips your hip with one hand, and uses the other to guide himself to your aching core. He swears colorfully as he presses between your thighs, letting the tip of his cock slide through your gathered arousal.

"Yoongi," you moan his name as he begins to sink into you, one agonizing inch after another. It's almost too much, the fire that lances through your body as it flounders to accommodate his considerable size. Your chest heaves with short breaths. Tears, once again, burn at the corners of your eyes. You're about to cry out in protest but slinky fabric being shoved into your mouth cuts off the sound. Yoongi secures the ends of your crumpled jersey behind your head.

He halts his forward push for a moment. "Sorry, kitten, gotta keep the noise down. Pinch my thigh if it's too much, okay?" You take the momentary pause to assess your body. He's bigger than anything or anyone you've ever had before, but you can feel your body adjusting. The pain soothing into a heated pleasure with each passing second. You nod, tightening your grip on the metal bars. "Good girl," Yoongi praises in your ear. Yoongi slips a hand into your hair again, using the tension to turn your head slightly to the right. "Let's show my friends how good of a trainer I am." He chuckles as he feels your walls contract around him in response. The grip in your hair vanishes as he drops the hand to your other hip and grips tightly, sure to leave bruises.

Your eyes are wide as they take in his two friends standing just within the darkness under the bleachers. The dragon-eyed botany major and the slim-bodied performing arts major are faces you associate with Yoongi's bubble. Having them watch him fuck you, claim you, has a whole new wave of fire coursing through your veins. They take turns watching, switching from the court to you and Yoongi. Before you realize it, you're adding your own flare, putting on your own show. Loosening your grip with one hand, you bring it up and pull down the neck of your sports bra, exposing your breasts. Using deft fingers, you tweak your nipples, rolling and tugging them. You begin to meet Yoongi's thrusts, rocking back into them.

The world outside vanishes, as if there isn't a mock basketball game happening just twenty yards away. The crack of skin on skin brings you back to reality and has you squealing around the shirt gag in your mouth. The reaction is swiftly followed by panic as your eyes dart to the gaps between the bleachers because you can almost guarantee someone heard Yoongi's palm connecting with your bare asscheek. You throw a look over your shoulder at Yoongi as he continues to pound into you. Sweat-slicked hair clings to his forehead, his bottom lip is caught harshly between his teeth as his eyes are zeroed in on where your bodies connect. He seems completely oblivious to just how loud the sound is as he quickly lands another stinging spank on your other asscheek. Thankfully, this one is covered by the sound of a whistle blowing. That seems to drag Yoongi out of his single-mindedness.

His eyes flicker ahead of you, probably assessing the game's progress. Yoongi slows the momentum of his hips, rolling them against you in a way that grinds him deep. The jersey comes loose with one tug from Yoongi. You pull the fabric free, sucking in breaths of clean air. "Fuck, Yoongi." You hang your head, letting your chin drop to your chest for a moment as he leans against your back.

"Now, I'm going to make you cum." He says it more like a command than anything. One of his hands slips around your hip, dipping between your thighs in the front until his slender fingers find your clit. He begins smooth circles, rubbing the swollen bundle of nerves until your toes curl in your sneakers. With his other hand, he grips your hair and pulls your head back, exposing the side of your neck to him. Using his tongue and teeth, he leaves nipping marks that he soothes with his tongue.

He's so meticulous with his attention, adding just the right amount of pressure. The mix of pleasure and pain has you squeezing your eyes closed and your walls gripping him. "Oh, fuck, I'm about to-" The hand that was in your hair muffles your words as he clamps it over your gaping mouth.

Your own name leaves Yoongi's lips, carried on a soft moan. Pleasure rips through you, your orgasm hitting so hard the vision behind your eyelids flickers. You can feel each spurt of warmth as Yoongi empties himself deep within your body. Suspended there, somewhere between coherent and not, Yoongi slowly withdraws from you. With gentle hands, he removes your stony grip from the metal bar and turns you to face him. He's equally as gentle as he fixes your bra and tugs the rumpled jersey back over your head. Your eyes meet his and you see a mischievous glint light within them. "Say 'ahh'," he repeats his command from earlier. Without hesitation this time, you open your mouth wide. You jump a little as you feel his hand between your thighs, dipping into you. Yoongi brings up cum covered fingers that glisten slightly in the dim lighting. He places them on your tongue and you automatically seal them in your mouth with your lips. There is a wicked fascination playing in his eyes, now, as you swirl your tongue around his fingers until he's slipping them back out of your mouth. He grips the sides of your shorts, gently pulling them back over your hips and settling them back in place. As he brings his hands to his own pants, you halt him, placing your hands over his. You brush them aside, righting his pants for him. You're gentle in tucking his cock back in his pants, doing your best to not get any of the drying cum still coating it, onto the outside of his pants.

"Good game," you offer in a soft but playful tone.

Yoongi just suppresses a snort, rubbing his jaw with a smile tugging at his lips. "I expect you to perform just as well during our next session." His mouth finally pulls into a full-on grin. His arms band around your waist, hauling you against him. "As long as you still want to play."

So, this is actually a thing...Yoongi wants to continue playing. The thought sends a thrill slithering down your spine.

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#bts #bts fanfic #bts yoongi #bts angst #bts smut #yoongi angst #yoongi smut #bts strangers to lovers #yoongi x you #yoongi x reader #bts non idol au #bts college au #yoongi fanfic #ta yoongi #student reader #bangtanwritershq #yoongi basketball #bts sports au

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biaswreckmepls · 3 months

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Fan-Chosen BTS fics #2 - Feb 2024 - Day 2

Top Chooks

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51982096

Author: carameLIZed_suga

Rating: Explicit

Relationship: Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin

Status: Completed

Chapters: 1/1 (17177 words)

Tags: College AU, Sports AU, Pole Vault AU, Roommates AU

Summary:

At a random party, Jimin is challenged to play a game of gay chicken against his number one rival, Jeon Jungkook, which would be less of a problem if they both weren't totally incapable of admitting defeat. On top of that, Jimin finds it rather alarming how well he fits into the idiot’s lap.

Or:

Can it still be called a game of gay chicken when both sides like dick?

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51982096

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ts19009ssims4addiction · 3 months

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Enhyphen Fic Rec's: Part 1

(CONTAINS SMUT AND MATURE SUBJECT MATTER)

(Bold title means favorite)

(UPDATED: February 3rd, 2024)

OT7

✴︎ ⎯ interrupting them with a kiss (kissing lol + some playful teasing/bickering,, lmk if there’s anything else!) @goldenhypen

Lee Heesung

TO THE BOY : who took my v card (smut, protected sex, fingering, cunnilingus, a lot of kissing and making out, friends to lovers, fluff, angst, mentions of isa (stayc), sungchan (nct) and jin (bts), mentions of food, swimming, partying, usage of nicknames (baby, sweetheart).) @jaylaxies

I SPI-DER LOML (fluff, angst, romance-ish, spider-man au, college au, hurt/comfort, best-friends to ..) @wvnkoi

wish you missed me (friends to lovers, fluff, angst, high school au, fake dating au, hurt and comfort) @cloudykyu

24 hours stream (established relationship. streamer!au) @soobnny

unfamiliar warmth. | season one (college! au, s2ls?, romance, angst, fluff, humor) @palajae

Heartbeat (brother’s best friend!heeseung x femreader) @strzlun

WIN ONE WIN ME — L.HS (PAIRINGS: ice hockey player!heeseung x afab!reader) @jaylver

HIDDEN LOVE ⋆𐙚 lhs (brother’s bsf!heeseung x fem!reader (ft. brother!jay) warning mention of violence, assault, profanity, blood and injury, not proofread) @dreamenha

LOVE AT FIRST SPEED — L.HS (strangers/neighbours to lovers, love at first sight, he falls first but she falls harder, formula one au, sports au, romance, angstv) @jaylver

Park Jay

supermassive blackhole ☆ jay park pt. 2 (enemies to lovers, suggestive but no nsfw/smut, angst, fluff, spiderman! au, college! au, so incredibly american HELP, reader has glasses bc it's cute and jay has a lip piercing bc i said so) @star-sim

together with you (green goblin! park jay + fem! reader (ft jake as spiderman and a little bit of winter from aespa) @jaesvelvet

HARD TO LOVE pt.1 (neighbor!Jay x fem!reader) @brownsugarbaybee

PICTURE PERFECT: PARK JAYS F*CK LIST — p. js (rugby player jay × art club member reader) @nyanggk

HOW YOU GET THE GIRL — P.JS (ice hockey player!jay x afab!reader) @jaylver

SLUT! — P.JS (acquaintances to lovers, high school au, romance, angst, coming of age (?)) @jaylver

#enhypen fluff #enhypen #lee heeseung #lee heesung x reader #heeseung #heesung enhypen #park jongseong #park jay #enhypen x reader #enhypen imagines #enhypen smut #enhypen recs

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starshapedkookie · 2 years

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At the End of the Day

summary: You and Jungkook have been best friends for 8 years, going through absolute hell and back together. After senior year of high school, you and Jungkook began a tradition of taking annual vacations together during the summer months. This summer is no different, with you and Jungkook celebrating graduating college just a couple months prior. You're set to move to NYC after the summer, with you and Jungkook soaking in the sun and as many moments as you can together. You'd think nothing could ever tear your friendship apart with him, but when you've sat on the beach for too many days in a row watching him surf, you can't help but wonder - when did your best friend get so hot?

➢ pairing: jungkook x female reader

➢ genre: high school friends to lovers, ex-baseball player jungkook, beach/vacation au, fluff, smut, a little angst

➢ warnings: language, angst, use of edibles, drinking, graphic depictions of smut (fingering, fem. receiving oral, light choking, dom-ish(?) jungkook, protected sex, obscene use of term baby) also i know that in the little mood board i created, the girl is a teeny white girl & i don't want to alienate any of my poc readers at all - i just thought these pics fit the vibe so take them with a grain of salt 😊

➢ word count: 13.3 k

➢ mini playlist: at the end of the day by wallows, satellite, late night talking, carolina by harry styles, no angel by beyonce, ICE (we should do drugs) by labrinth, unusual you by britney spears

posting this in honor of BTS' 9th anniversary. i think i will be sad about their hiatus for the next few days, but i know amazing things are coming for them. bts has saved me more than anyone could imagine - and this story feels like a love letter to jungkook. i hope you all enjoy.

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You’re secretly watching him through your sunglasses, bottom lip tucked between your teeth in your observation. The sun’s rays are hot and you should probably reapply your sunscreen, but you can’t budge in your chair. From this distance, he probably thinks your eyes are still focused on the open book in your lap but that couldn’t be further from the truth.

You’re not exactly sure when Jeon Jungkook became so sexy. It was definitely a slow burn of growth and puberty overtime, still shocked that your best friend of 8 years looked like this now. Muscles covering his body; leaned out and defined just enough. His hair cut immaculately after a few rough stints of trying to grow it long the last two years of college. Multiple piercings in his ears and you can’t even get started on the eyebrow and lip piercing he’s gotten in the last six months. Tattoos—god his fucking tattoos—covering the entirety of his right arm; shoulder to hand. The only thing that remained the same about him was his goofy personality and lame attempts he called jokes.

When you had first met Jungkook, he was 15 and you were 14, only a few months younger than him. High school orientation is where you met to be exact. Perhaps out of privilege, both of you ended up at the same private high school—nationally ranked for its academics and sports. It’s not hard to guess what you were there for and what he was there. Jungkook was one of the shyest people you had ever met at the time. You’d later find out that he was scouted by the high school’s baseball coaches to join the program. He was skinny like a tree branch, had a black bowl cut, and a nose too big for his face. You don’t know exactly why the two of you ended up becoming best friends but either way, you were grateful that he was in your life.

It’s just now, your friend just happens to be insanely hot and more confident than ever. Like you’ve said, you’re not sure when this transformation happened or how you were able to ignore it for so long, but goddamn—

You quickly shift your gaze away from Jungkook as he begins to make his way back to your chairs from the water. Your focus goes back to the pages of your book—a contemporary beach romance—very fitting for your vacation to the beach this year. Jungkook makes his appearance as you’re adjusting your sunglasses, setting down his surfboard on the sand with a thump—a hobby he’s picked up in the last couple years.

You bring a hand up to further block the sun as you smile up at him, “How’s the water?” You ask.

A playful smirk slowly spreads across his face and you soon regret your words when he leans over you, shaking his head of hair like a dog.

“Jungkook! Quit it!” You yelp at him when the cold water its your skin, holding your book out to protect its precious pages. He laughs, clearly proud of himself—you having to make a conscious effort to ignore how his abdominals contract with each suck in of his breath.

“It’s alright, waves are pretty easy today,” he says running a hand through his wet hair to get his bangs out of his face.

“Just be careful out there, please,” you tell him like it’s a warning.

“Yeah yeah, I know,” he pauses as he takes a long drink of water. “How’s the book?” He asks as he sits down in the chair beside you, throwing on his pair of sunglasses.

You gulp, almost not even hearing his question.

“It’s cute,” you say, book marking your page and setting it down on the towel that’s between you two, “Kind of repetitive though.”

He nods once before looking away from you, outstretched beneath the sun, “All the books you read are the same,” he chuckles, shoving his feet into the sand.

You narrow your eyes at him even though he can’t see you behind your shades, “I’d beg to differ,” you tell him, “Just because I like romances with happy endings doesn’t mean they’re all the same,” you defend yourself.

He glances at you, a smile playing on his lips, “Sure.”

“Fuck you Jeon, when’s the last time you’ve even read a book?” You challenge, “The last textbook you ever had to read in college?”

He makes a hum in not-so deep thought, “Probably,” he shrugs and you roll your eyes with a laugh escaping your lips. Though Jungkook doesn’t voice it, he likes hearing you laugh. “This reminds me of the first trip we took,” he adds in.

You hum in agreement, a small smile forming across your face.

Both of you then lay in silence as you pick up your book again, soaking up the sun and sound of waves crashing a few hundred yards away from you. Silence is never awkward between you two. It hasn’t been for years at this point. You enjoy his company enough that there’s no need to talk to each other constantly. You know everything about him and he knows everything about you—minus the minuscule crush you’ve developed for him overtime. It’s innocent really; Jungkook was your best friend, funny, attractive, and you talk to him nearly everyday. It would be abnormal if you didn’t feel a twinge of something beyond friendship with him occasionally.

At least, if you tell yourself that enough; you’d hope it would be true.

As you peak at him again over your sunglasses, he’s closed his eyes in relaxation, and you begin to think about the journey that’s led you to this very moment.

After you and Jungkook made it through high school, both of you happened to receive scholarships to the same university in the city. You on a nearly full-ride academic scholarship and him on baseball scholarship. Though right before both of you shipped yourselves off to university, you two decided to take an unplanned long, beach weekend trip back to his home in Busan. It took quite a bit of convincing for your parents to ultimately let you go on a trip with just Jungkook alone. Though after Mr. and Mrs. Jeon explained that they had two extra bedrooms in their beach house and you two were ensured you had to check in with whatever you decided to do, your parents caved. You’re not even sure you and Jungkook would call it a vacation now, but at the time, it was so fun. So fun in fact that both of you decided after that trip, you two would continue to take summer trips together after the school year ended.

Throughout your semesters at university, both of you worked part-time jobs despite your busy schedules to save up for your trips. Jungkook usually worked more hours in the Fall, given his baseball schedule in the Spring was more demanding. Yet you two somehow always made it work. The year after freshman year, the two of you went to Seoraken National Park for five days, hiking and taking multiple dips in the hot springs. After sophomore year, you both decided to save a little more and fly to Tokyo, though staying in the absolute most-dirt cheap hotel you could possibly find.

It’s after this summer where Jungkook’s life completely fell apart—every time you look at the scar on his knee, a chill is still sent down your spine. You remember the day so vividly—an open scrimmage in the Fall with the rival university in the city. Of course, you went to support Jungkook with your roommate Lisa, excited to see Jungkook officially play as captain—an unheard of accomplishment for a junior on the team. You’ll never forget the scream he yelled out as soon as he slid into the home plate, the opposing catchers cleat getting twisted up under Jungkook’s knee. He rolled onto his side, clutching his leg in agonizing pain as the crowd watched in shock.

Jungkook had torn his ACL and MCL, as well as multiple smaller ligaments and muscles in the surrounding area of his right knee. In a fucking scrimmage, he would say through anger, frustration, and tears. The injury was career ending and that was the only time you’d ever seen Jungkook cry in your years of friendship. Jungkook had gone from someone who was expecting to be drafted in the first or second round, to someone who had lost their baseball scholarship and a fucked up knee for the rest of his life. Jungkook almost didn’t even finish school after that, though through the pressure of his parents and you, he walked across the graduation stage with you less than two months ago. You were proud him, star baseball player or not, though you know it’s something he still struggles with to this day even if he doesn’t voice it.

After Jungkook’s knee had healed through physical therapy and other treatments, he ended up working more hours and working with little league teams in the city for extra money. By the end of the Spring semester, both of you had saved up enough money to where it was feasible to pretty much go wherever you wanted. You settled on flying to Europe, doing a two week excursion that was exhausting—but worth every penny you spent. There had been some squabble on that trip between the two of you and a third party, but the last thing you wanted was to think about that.

Now you’re sat on Jeju Island with him, enjoying every moment you can get with your best friend before your life changes forever. Through countless hours of working, volunteering, and two internships, you had landed a dream job of being an editor in New York City. You weren’t due to move until the Fall, but the prospect of not seeing your friends and family made you extremely sad. It’s also why you’ve realized that whatever feelings you’ve harbored for Jungkook, must be kept secret deep within your body. It wasn’t reasonable to act upon them when you would be leaving—you wouldn’t ruin your friendship and leave Jungkook here in that way.

“Earth to Y/N?” Jungkook’s voice knocks you out of your long reverie. You hadn’t even read a full page of your book as it’s still on the page you folded in the corner earlier.

“W-what? Sorry,” you snap out of it, turning to him as you put your sunglasses on your head.

“I said do you wanna head up soon? Make some dinner? Watch a movie tonight or something?” He asks. Your heart strings pull at the domesticity and you’re nodding before you even speak.

“Yeah,” your expression is soft, “Though you’re in charge of the cooking tonight. I’ve done it the past two nights,” you warn him.

He smirks, digging around his beach bag for his t-shirt to pull on, “Fine. Only if I get to pick the movie we watch.”

“Hey! That’s not fair!” You pout. After he pulls his shirt on—which you’re thankful for—he reaches over to pinch your thigh in retaliation. You jerk in reaction, “Asshole.”

He laughs again, both of you beginning to pack up your things. Though you don’t voice it, you love hearing his laugh.

∞

Jungkook prepares a small array of yummy dishes—tteokbokki, a chicken stir fry, cucumber salad, and of course a side of kimchi. Neither one of you had been to the store since you two arrived to the island on Sunday, so there wasn’t much else to work with now on Friday. You make a mental note to create a new list and go again tomorrow, still having another week of your two week trip. The cottage AirBnB was small but had everything you two needed for the vacation. A kitchen, dining room, living room with a pullout couch (that wasn’t being utilized), a bedroom with a king bed which even had a small balcony that overlooked the beach. You definitely lucked out in terms of booking the AirBnB on the quieter side of the island, having most of the beach to yourselves the last few days.

“Excuse me?” You’re laughing as you look at Jungkook dumbfounded from his words.

His mouth turns up in the right corner as he smiles, “You heard me,” he remarks, “We should do drugs.”

He carries on his task of drying the pan he used for the stir fry, looking at you with a kink in his pierced eyebrow. You narrow your eyes at him, leaning against the counter as you watch him, fighting your own smile.

“And where are you going to find drugs on this island?” You say pointedly.

“Sweetheart, you know I have connections,” he retorts back, putting the pan back into his respectful cabinet. If there was another thing that Jungkook did to turn you on; his cleanliness. He was the most organized man you had ever met—unsure if he was actually part of the male species given the track record of your other guy friends. He was cleaner and more organized than you most of the time.

“You’re ridiculous Jeon,” your roll your eyes, “Can I trust said drugs?”

His smirk spreads even wider, knowing that he’s got you now.

“Of course, Yoongi wouldn’t sell me anything sketchy,” he says quickly leaving the kitchen. You have no idea who this Yoongi guy is, but you go along with it. You cross your arms as you lean against the counter, your eyes drifting off to the beautiful sunset over the water. You felt lucky to spend your time like this with Jungkook. He quickly comes back, a plastic bag in hand.

“What is it?” You ask him curiously.

“It’s a chocolate chip cookie edible,” he pauses, holding up the bag as he observes it, “Think of it as a two for one; dessert and a high.”

You let out a laugh through your nose, grabbing the bag from him as you inspect it from the outside. As with any edible, it looks just like a normal cookie. You purse your lips, thinking about it for a moment. You hadn’t got high in awhile—since right before graduation actually. You and your roommates shared a nasty bong, with Lisa ultimately keeping it after you all moved out. You and Jungkook had your fair share of getting high together, whether it be at parties at the baseball house or his apartment on Sundays with his roommate Taehyung.

You open the bag, sniffing it as Jungkook watches you, clearly amused. You break off a small piece of the cookie, plopping it into your mouth knowing it will take at least an hour for you to start to feel the effects of it. It tastes good, although there’s still that tinge of THC that never goes away fully with baked edibles.

You walk up to Jungkook, shoving the bag into his chest, “I’m going to shower,” you announce. He nods, biting his lip as you walk away from him, his throat feeling slightly clogged. He watches your frame as you disappear into the bathroom, calling after you quickly.

“Don’t use all the hot water!” He says from the kitchen, digging in the bag to take out his own piece of the cookie. Maybe this would help him clear his head from you.

∞

You’re giggling uncontrollably as you scroll through your phone, small cackles coming from you lips occasionally.

“Y/N stop! Give me that!” Jungkook reaches over, attempting to take your phone away from you, but his own laughter taking control.

You and Jungkook had decided to forgo the movie, opting to enjoy the balcony attached to the bedroom. It was well past 10 PM now, the sun fully set and a couple small candles and the lamps from the bedroom the only light sources. For whatever reason, both of you had been on a path of looking at old pictures of each other, you hysterically laughing at one of them from high school when both of you decided to go to the school dance together as friends. You were mainly laughing at the way he styled his hair, even then at 16 you thought it was ridiculous.

“I don’t even know why you still have that picture,” he mutters in defeat on his side of the couch.

You furrow your eyebrows at him as you push his leg with your foot. He’s sat up, right leg underneath him, head resting on his hand as he looks at you. You’re laying on your back, legs outstretched over his lap.

“Why wouldn’t I?” You push, “I think I have every known picture of you thanks to your brother.”

It’s the truth—you had more baby pictures of Jungkook on your phone than you did of yourself. He was just too damn cute and awkward. You and Jungkook’s older brother had a good relationship throughout the years, Junghyun, always making sure to send you gems of your best friend when he found them. They looked similar, though Jungkook pulled more features from his dad, including the big eyes and big nose, whereas Junghyun looked more like their mother.

“God I can’t stand him,” he groans running a hand through his freshly dried and showered hair. He’s wearing a pair of sweatshorts and a t-shirt, his tattoos disappearing in the darkness. You’re wearing a tank top and sweatpants, feeling much better since your shower, even better since your high has kicked in.

“This was a good idea,” you completely change the subject, not even really sure of your own words.

He smiles at you, “I’m full of good ideas Y/N.”

His smile make your heart thump, unable to keep your mind from going there. Your intrusive thoughts only took over when you were intoxicated. You stare at his lips a little too long before you look at your phone to change the song playing lowly from Jungkook’s bluetooth speaker.

The thing about being friends with someone of the opposite species for so long—it’s that your friends could barely hold themselves from being shitheads sometimes. It was sophomore year—right before Jungkook’s accident—when you were at one of the many baseball parties you attended throughout college. While you were drunk, you knew that succumbing to truth or dare was your own doing. You should have seen it coming from a mile away when a mutual friend and teammate of Jungkook’s—Park Jimin—dared you to kiss him. If you had been more sober, you probably would have just taken the bitch cup and moved on with your life. Though being drunk and a little too curious after your years of friendship with Jungkook, you turned to him and pressed your lips against his. He—along with the entire group seemed taken aback at your actions—hearing whoops and ooo’s during the kiss.

Neither you nor Jungkook spoke about that after the party. It was almost as if it had never happened. It didn’t bother you too much given you were drunk and being silly. It was a brief kiss, no tongue, but enough to satiate your curiosity. At least at that point in time. Now, your curiosity was getting the best of you in other feats—though you’ve sworn to yourself you wouldn’t ever cross that line.

“Do you ever think about life in like, ten years?” Jungkook suddenly asks, his gaze off to the distance over the balcony. From the cottage, you could faintly hear waves still crashing.

“Hm,” you mumble, “I guess? I don’t know…”

He looks over at you, “I do,” he says simply.

“What does the Jeon Jungkook think about then?” You press, deciding to sit up some on the couch. You grab a pillow to support your back as you settle against the armrest of the couch.

“I think about being married, having kids, that sorta thing,” his voice is low, yet serious. Through your hazy gaze, you bite your lip nervously.

“That’s very adult of you,” you try to lighten the mood with a giggle. He doesn’t laugh, only returning a fainted smile.

“Do you not?” He looks away from you sounding rushed and little nervous, picking at loose skin along his cuticles.

You suddenly feel a lump form in your throat, pulse uneasy, anxiety rises in your veins. Of course you did.

“I mean yeah,” you offer weakly, “I guess I’ve just always been more concerned with the present,” you tell him honestly.

He nods, fully understanding—it’s how he used to think too until his accident. He never truly had to put much thought into his future until that day on the field changed his entire life. His future was set and then suddenly it wasn’t. Now, he worries about his future everyday and where life is going to take him. He thought he was going to play professional ball until his thirties, making enough money that he’d never have to worry about a real job. Turns out, life had other things in store for Jungkook. And with you leaving thousands of miles away; his life really wasn’t panning out how he thought.

“I like the idea of marriage you know?” He says with a hidden adoration in his tone. You find yourself softly smiling at him. “Like just having that one person for you, sharing a life together, does that sound stupid?” he exhales heavily after his question.

You quickly shake your head, “Not at all,” you say pulling your legs to sit criss-cross, “We’ll all get there one day.. I feel like our paths are set for us.”

He shrugs, feeling a little pessimistic, “I don’t know,” he breathes heavily, “I thought everything was going to work out a certain way… but I don’t know anymore,” he sounds defeated and sad. You look at him concerned, though you’re sure he’s just spitting high word vomit. You know a lot about Jungkook, but you’ve never heard him speak of such things—except during his relationship with Park Chaeyoung.

Chaeyoung was Jungkook’s first serious relationship in the time span you’d known him. They met at the end of sophomore year, but only officially began dating at the beginning of junior year. While Chaeyoung was beautiful and smart enough to make you feel insecure, you weren’t her biggest fan. She kept her distance from you and you don’t know if you could exactly blame her. You were Jungkook’s best friend who happened to be a female. You want to say if you were in her shoes that you wouldn’t care who was Jungkook’s best friend, but you’re not sure could 100% say that.

You first realized that Chaeyoung wasn’t particularly fond of you when you met Jungkook at the hospital after his accident; waiting to confirm his surgery date and time. Even though Jungkook didn’t want you to go, you were the one that actually ended up leaving to not make Chaeyoung uncomfortable. Throughout the rest of junior year, tension built between you and Chaeyoung, and some distance grew between you and Jungkook. You’re sure that she never knew about the kiss you two had shared the year before; she would have freaked the hell out.

Jungkook was in love with Chaeyoung though. He fell hard and he fell fast—giving all of his love and extra time to her. You can vividly remember him talking about how he thought she could be the one. He was a hopeless romantic at heart but it’s when Chaeyoung told him he couldn’t go on the Europe trip you two had been planning for months that he finally stood up to her. It didn’t go over well, with her jealously taking over to the point where he broke it off with her a couple weeks before you two departed.

You thought that the trip was going to be good for him to get his mind off her but when they were consistently communicating behind your back, that’s when arguments throughout the two week trip conspired between you and Jungkook. Finally, with four days left of your trip, he decided to stop contact with her and everything between you two only went up again from there.

Though right here, right now; you can’t help but think his words are about Chaeyoung. You knew that they were acquaintances this past school year and always cordial when they saw each other. You suddenly feel insecure in the dim light, but you plaster a fake smile on your face to rid your mind of Jungkook and his ex.

“Don’t sound so doom and gloom Jungkookie,” you push yourself up and over to him, trying to make him feel better. You sit on your knees up next to him, pinching his left cheek between your fingers. He giggles but you don’t stop, pinching from his cheek to his chin, to his ear.

“Y/N I swear to god—“ are his last threatening words that you should have taken seriously because it’s not long until you find yourself being tickled to death by him.

“Jungkook! Stop!” You laugh, trying to fight yourself away from him, but his grip is too strong as he keeps you in place against the couch. You’re kicking your legs to try to get away from him as he attacks your side with his own chuckles filling up the space. To any outsider listening in, it probably sounds like a fucked up murderer situation.

You don’t even realize what’s happened until you open your eyes fully, Jungkook pinning your wrists down, his body hovering on top of yours. He’s stood with one leg on the ground, his bad knee resting between your legs on the couch. It feels like the world has stopped as you stare into each other’s eyes, your breath hitching in your throat. Jungkook has to make a conscious effort to not stare at your cleavage rising up and down as you breath in and out heavily.

“I-I might go to bed soon,” you say nervously, breaking eye contact with him to unraveling yourself from his grip. He rises as you do to give you space, wiping his hands on his shorts.

He nods, “Me too,” is all he says.

You leave the balcony to go brush your teeth and change into your pajamas. Jungkook stays behind to blow out the candles and turn off his speaker, feeling a heaviness between you two now. As he turns the bed down, his own hands are clammy, his high waring off faster than he would like. Both of you had no issue sharing the king bed when you booked the AirBnB a couple months ago, but now he’s fully regretting that decision. When Jungkook comes back from the kitchen with two glasses of water for you both, he finds you already climbing into bed in your cute matching, purple PJ set.

“Thank you,” you smile at him as he hands you the glass. You take a sip, feeling cotton mouth arise from the edible.

He climbs into bed soon after, turning off the lamp on his side of the bed encasing both of you in pure darkness.

“Goodnight Y/N,” are his last words that evening.

“Night Jungkook,” you say weakly as you’re facing away from him on your side. While you two have already made invisible boundaries when sharing the bed this past week, you make more of a conscious effort than ever to keep space between you two as you both drift off into sleep.

∞

It’s been a few days since your edible escapades with Jungkook. Both of you have seemingly moved on from the conversations had, the tension that had built up subsiding over the next few days. Now you two are back again at the beach in your normal routine. Jungkook’s just go out in the water from surfing and you’re laying on your tummy, starting the second book of your vacation. You decided to go with something different for you—a thriller about a writer brought in by another author’s husband to finish her books for her as she lies in a coma. Weird.

You know Jungkook’s back from the water when you feel water droplets scatter across your back. You look up from your book to find Jungkook sat down on his towel beside you, rubbing his right knee.

“You okay?” You ask him with concern. His major surgery scar is still less than two years old, therefore it’s still quite white and reflective in the sunlight.

He glances over to you before nodding, “Yeah I’m good, it’s just kind of stiff from surfing on it so much.”

You can’t help but feel an extreme amount of sadness when you watch him massage his skin. Your resting your chin on your hand as you study him carefully. From the moment you met Jungkook, baseball was his complete identity. It’s why people came up to him even if he didn’t want the attention. It’s what taught him discipline and hard work ethic. It’s what made him happy. The fact it was taken away from him so quickly terrifies you. You can’t even imagine the internal battles he’s had ever since that fateful day.

“Swim with me?” He suddenly asks.

Through the top of your sunglasses you glare at him, a groan leaving your mouth, “Jungkook you know how much I hate swimming in the ocean.”

He rolls his eyes at the dramatics, “Y/N there aren’t sharks in this part of the ocean,” he laughs.

You close your book not wanting to lose your place, “You don’t know that!” You retort.

He laughs again, this time ruffling your hair slightly, “I’ll protect you…” he trails off, a small pout crossing his features, “Plus it’ll make this feel better,” he’s referring to his knee.

Ugh, he really knew how to convince you.

You then agree, both getting up at the same time. You adjust your bikini to which Jungkook stares shamelessly. Your skin goes hot and you pretend you don’t see him doing so. You walk side by side to the water, a yelp leaving your lips when you feel how cold it is.

“Fuck Jungkook! It’s cold!” You whine as he continues his descent deeper. You’ve stopped at where the water hits your ankles, he’s at his knees.

“C’mon princess,” he whines back and the nickname gives you butterflies, “I’ll drag your ass in here if you don’t move woman!”

“Ugh,” you spit, “I’m coming,” you slowly walk towards him as he continues to walk deeper until he’s about to his chest, finally letting himself float against the waves after he gets over where they break.

“Y/N,” he says threateningly as you’ve stopped where the water hits your waist.

“Jungkook,” you respond but suddenly your heart sinks when he dips his body below water, disappearing beneath the surface. Your eyes widen as you look around paranoid. You know exactly what he’s up to. Though you’re expecting it, you have no time to brace yourself when Jungkook has suddenly grabbed your leg, pulling you beneath the water. You’re screaming, bubbles escaping your mouth until you reach the surface.

Jungkook has broken the water only a few inches from you as he laughs loudly, tipping his head bad. You push water towards his face, anger filling your body.

“Fuck you Jungkook!” You yell, his continuous laughter pissing you off even more.

You launch at him in the water, hiking yourself up onto his back as punishment. You wrap your legs around his torso and he adjusts you comfortably. If he was going to protect you, he really was going to protect you.

“I really hate you sometimes,” you mutter into his ear, his back rumbling against your chest as he chuckles.

“You love me,” he retorts.

You really do.

“See this isn’t too bad,” he then says looking over his shoulder to meet your gaze.

“We’re sitting ducks Jungkook,” you mumble, eyes looking around the water, still slightly paranoid. There’s a few other people in the water and a couple surfers which makes you feel a little better.

“It’s okay to get out of your comfort zone you know,” he raises a brow when you climb off his back, deciding to swim close in front of him. Both of you float with only a few inches between you two, water at your chests.

“Mhm,” you say sarcastically, “That’s what they all say before they’ve gotten their leg bit off,” you move your arms around to keep you wading. Thankfully it didn’t take long to get used to the chilly water.

He bites his lip as he watches you with an amused expression. You push away the way it makes you feel.

“You know that’s why I wanted to be your friend right?”

You furrow your eyebrows, moving to float on your back. Jungkook being the gentlemen he is, he ends up beside you, his arms giving your back some support in the water as you float.

“What do you mean?” You ask him.

You can’t see his expression as you’ve closed your eyes, the sun too bright to keep them open. His fingertips graze your skin every few seconds and you swear it feels like electricity running through your spine.

“You’ve always been the one to get me out of my comfort zone,” he points out like it’s obvious—though you’ve never had an inkling of this.

You open one eye at him in a squint, his face a lot closer to yours than you expected, “I don’t think so,” you laugh a little awkwardly as you give up on floating, settling back to your normal swimming position with him in front of you.

“I wouldn’t lie Y/N,” he laughs in return, “You’ve known me for a long time, you know how fucking weird I used to be.”

“Hey you weren’t weird,” you defend him, “Just a little awkward and going through puberty.”

He rolls his eyes, “Fucking weird,” he repeats, “I just mean I’ve never had a friend that’s always pushed me to do things I normally wouldn’t do. Hell just the vacations we’ve taken together is just one example,” he pauses, his next words cutting him a little deep, “I feel like you’re the reason I ever had a life outside of baseball.”

You bite your lip under the water as you don’t break his heavy eye contact. You’d never realize Jungkook thought that highly of you. It makes you feel giddy on the inside, but also a little sad that you were never that confident in your abilities as a friend. If anything, you thought Jungkook brought you out of your shell more.

“I’m just a small part of your life Jungkook,” is what you settle on.

They way his face falls doesn’t go unnoticed, “Trust me,” he pauses beginning a swim back to shore for you to follow him, “You’re a pretty big part Y/N.”

∞

It’s now Friday, which means you and Jungkook only have one and a half days left of your trip. The thought makes you sad, though you know that it’s not like you wouldn’t be seeing Jungkook afterwards. He lives in the same neighborhood as you for chrissakes. But given the loom of your impending move in a couple months, you couldn’t help but feel a finality of your life here coming soon.

You and Jungkook had gone out a couple times since being here, though neither of you had fully committed to getting too drunk. You had a feeling though that tonight you were ready to full let loose. Jungkook complimented you as soon as you were ready to leave, sending heat through your body. You were wearing a white two piece set—a small bralette type top with a matching mini-skirt that wrapped around your waist nicely. Your strappy heels gave you some height to Jungkook and you’re sure to any other tourist, you two looked like a couple.

Jungkook looked absolutely ravishing, the familiar lump of the past couple weeks forming when you laid eyes on him. He was dressed in an extravagant short sleeve button that was a yellow and white along with white pants to tie everything in. You almost laughed one, being you’re 99% sure the shirt is Fendi—how the hell did he afford that?—and two, you’re not sure you’d seen him in anything in sweatpants and t-shirts since graduation. Even then, it took you and Taehyung a lot of convincing for Jungkook to wear dress pants under his cap and gown.

You and Jungkook had ate dinner at a local sushi bar, getting a couple drinks there to pregame your evening. You don’t know how Jungkook ate and drank so much and keep the figure he had. It had to be genetics; there’s no other way.

It was now a little past 9 and both of you were feeling drunk—a good drunk—a happy drunk. The bar you two were at was partially outside, with a dance floor and good drinks. You and Jungkook are talking to a couple who also happen to be on vacation.

“Honeymooning is fun for sure,” the woman says, her words a little slurred, “Are you two honeymooning too?”

Both you and Jungkook begin to stutter, shaking your heads awkwardly, mumbling your words together.

“We’re not together,” you manage to get out as you lean against the bar for stability. Jungkook’s stood behind you, his chest touching your shoulder as his arm sits behind your frame protectively.

The new husband’s eyes widen, “Could’ve fooled me,” he says, “Right honey?”

“I agree Joon,” she eyes you up and down, clearly shameless as she does so. “Let’s go dance baby!” She suddenly exclaims. The couple—Namjoon and Camille—bid their farewells to you and Jungkook, leaving you two alone again at the bar.

You suddenly feel a little awkward under the strangers gaze, looking up and over at Jungkook. He’s giving them a straight smile before his eyes watch them walk away, an amused expression filling his eyes as he begins to laugh.

“You want another drink, honey?” He suddenly asks through a joke and you crack a smile, turning around to playfully push him. You catch a whiff of his scent as you stare at him intently, trying to ignore the deep stir of heat in your tummy. His gaze his vibrant as you take his sunglasses tucked from his shirt and place them over your eyes.

“If you’re paying Jeon,” you smile at him wickedly.

Jungkook orders both of you tequila shots, both of your faces scrunching up when you bite the lime for some relief. You have chills running down your spine, trying your best to keep the contents down.

“We’re going to be hurting tomorrow,” you say, sliding the shot glass back towards the bartender.

“I don’t even want to think about it,” he groans, suddenly reaching out to grab his phone. It’s buzzing in his hand, “It’s Junghyun,” he looks at you, “I’ll be right back?”

You nod, telling him you’d be right here. You watch as he walks away from you, a deep exhale escaping you. You’re intoxicated again—intrusive thoughts taking over your brain. You reminiscence over the last two weeks with Jungkook here. He makes you so incredibly happy and you’re sure that if you let yourself, you’d fall deeply in love with him—more than you already are. You’ve been through thick and thin together. You can’t let yourself go there though—it couldn’t happen. The friendship you two had between each other was too important to you. You’re not even sure Jungkook could even feel these feelings towards you. For all you know, he was just talking about his shitty ex the other day.

Your thoughts are interrupted when suddenly a man appears in front of you. A man that’s not Jungkook. He’s leaning his elbows on the bar as he waits for the bartender to take his order. He gives you a glance and you stare shamelessly. He’s quite attractive, that’s for damn sure.

“You want a drink sweetheart?” He suddenly asks, the pet name not sounding as good as it does coming from your best friend.

You find your voice over the music, “I’m good, thank you,” you smile at him knowing if you drink anymore, you’d be crossing the line of fun drunk to a miserable blackout.

He nods respecting what you’ve said, ordering two shots of whiskey for himself. You look around the bar trying to find Jungkook. It’s loud and crowded, but you haven’t been able to spot him in that ridiculous yellow shirt. You wonder what Junghyun needed that’s taking so long.

“What’s your name?” The strangers asks you as he turns his body to face yours completely.

You lean towards him some to save your voice, “Y/N,” you tell him.

A charming smile spreads across his face, “Well miss Y/N, why is a beautiful girl at this bar alone?”

You’ve dealt with many men of this caliber, so his words don’t creep you out much. Internally you applaud him for using the term beautiful, and not the typical hot or pretty.

“I’m not alone,” you tell him. He looks around the area you both are, your point not withstanding, “What’s your name?” You change the subject.

He downs his second shot of whiskey, “Jackson. It’s nice to meet you,” he offers his hand graciously and you shake it in return.

“Well Jackson,” you pause, feeling that tequila shot getting to you, “Why are you here at this bar alone?”

He laughs, raising an eyebrow at you, “I’m not alone either,” he retorts.

You nod slowly, a small smile spreading across your lips. Again, your eyes do another dance around the bar to spot Jungkook to no avail.

“Do you want to dance with me Miss Y/N?” He suddenly asks taking you completely off guard. You open your mouth then close it, only to open it again to say nothing. You should say no. You know in your heart you should say no. However with no sign of Jungkook and this Jackson guy seeming like a normal guy, you felt no guilt when you take his hand for him to take you to the dance floor.

The bar has great club and house music playing, making dancing an easy feat. Jackson is a great dancer, finding the rhythm to the songs easily as the DJ switches them rapidly. You find yourself comfortable with him, resting your hands lazily on his shoulders as he guides you through the motions. Maybe you’re too drunk, or you’re just relaxed, but you feel good in this moment. It reminds you of being a college freshman with Lisa, when you two would go to sweaty frat and baseball parties, dancing the night away with water bottles filled with cheap vodka.

The tide between you and Jackson folds when you turn around, unknowingly pressing your back to his chest. You both are swaying in the changing lights, his arms resting on your waist protectively, his head resting on your left shoulder. You’ve always been a decent dancer too, Jackson finding it impressive as you keep up with each other. When you find a hand gripping at Jackson’s hair pulling him closer to you, it’s when reality hits, time freezing in that very moment. You’ve opened your eyes after sometime, across the bar Jungkook walks in, his eyes finding yours instantaneously. His lips part, a painful expression crossing his features. He watches you only for a moment, his heels turning himself around to leave you be, heart feeling like someone’s crucifying it.

You suddenly panic, creating immediate space between you and Jackson. You turn around and lean up to his ear.

“I’m sorry, I really have to go—“ you tell him in a rush. He’s clearly confused but before you can listen to whatever he has to say, your feet pick you up to the path Jungkook must have taken to get out of here. It’s difficult to get through the crowd of people, especially in your heels and drunkenly, but you manage.

When you go to the outsider area of the bar, you don’t spot him. Shit, you think, where did he go? You start to panic, reaching for your phone out of your purse. You quickly scroll to his name, hitting the call button. You groan with an eye-roll—of course he isn’t going to fucking answer you.

You’re not completely sure he’s not in the bar anymore, but you chance it, leaving the bar alone. Thankfully the streets are well lit and there are plenty of people around to make you feel safe. You’re typing him a mean text as you walk back towards your cottage, ready to curse him out when you see him. That is, until you actually see him—then your mind goes blank.

Jungkook’s sat on the curb of a small, local convenient store eating what seems to be an ice cream sandwich. You’ve got to be fucking kidding.

“Jungkook!” You nearly exclaim, “What the hell are you doing?” You approach him, stumbling slightly in your heels.

He quickly notices how unstable you are, standing up to steady you, “You okay Y/N?”

You push him off you, “No the fuck I’m not okay,” you spit at him, “You just left me there?” You’re drunk and frustrated, that’s all you know.

“Here,” he offers the rest of his ice cream sandwich. You can’t resist him and you take it, eating it in two bites. He watches you carefully before saying, “Sorry, I just thought you were preoccupied.”

You throw away the paper wrapper, looking at him like he’s crazy.

“Are you for real Jungkook?” You press, not caring if you’re bringing attention to the two of you as people pass by. He shoves his hands into his pockets, exhaling heavily.

“You want to go home?” He asks with straight lips. You cross your arms over your chest angrily, what the hell was his problem?

“Do you want to go home?” You ask him in retaliation.

He only looks a you a brief moment before nodded slowly. This conversation is seriously sobering you up faster than anything has ever before and nothing productive has even be said.

He turns around, “C’mon,” he says.

“What do you mean?” You ask him confused as he’s widened his stance, as if he’s ready for you to plow over him.

“Hop on Y/N,” he says, “And don’t even try to fight me on this. I know your feet are killing you.”

He wants to piggy back you home. You stay put, hands playing with each other awkwardly staring at his back. He glances over his shoulder and says your name again.

“B-but your k-knee Jungkook,” you say hesitantly. You knew Jungkook weight lifted and did enough cardio for him to live until he was 105, but the last thing you wanted was for him to injure himself again, especially because of you.

“It’s fine Y/N, I promise,” he says, “I just want to get you home.”

As you brace yourself on his shoulders, you try to jump as light as possible to lessen the blow to his body. He catches you gracefully, adjusting your knees in his hands. And home is where you two go.

∞

After you two walk into the threshold of the cottage—you insisting on walking the last little bit of the way—a parable tension that could be cut with a knife has settled between you two. You tried your best to talk to him on the way back, but his answers were short and uninterested. You only had remnants of your drunkenness left inside you and if anything, you were tightening back up, even angrier than when you left the bar.

Jungkook’s about to walk into your shared bedroom before you call after him.

“Wait Jungkook!” You say. He stops in his tracks, turning to look at you. His face is unreadable in the dim lights of the cottage. “What the fuck happened back there?” You ask him as you take off your heels, leaving them by the couch.

“It’s nothing Y/N,” he brushes you off, turning around to continue his path to the bedroom. Of course you follow him; he expected it.

“Jungkook, come onnn,” you press, “Are you that pissed that I was dancing with someone else?” You can’t hide your anger and frustration if you tried. This wasn’t fair to you. He had paraded girls throughout college— parading Chaeyoung for a year and a half in front of you—and you never said anything about it no matter how much it bothered you.

“Y/N it’s fine, can we just,” he pauses as he looks over at you, “Just drop it?” He’s taking off his rings and bracelets, your lip tucked between your teeth.

You make an unsatisfied noise, stepping closer to him, “No we fucking can’t. What’s your problem Jungkook?”

He leans on the dresser with both hands, his muscle definition showing through his shirt as he tenses up. His jaw clenches as he closes his eyes in deep reverie. You watch him carefully, knowing you probably should tread lightly given he’s pissed. But you know what? You’re pissed too. He can’t act like that with no explanation—that’s not fair to you.

“Junghyun called me about you, you know,” are his first words as he looks over to you.

“M-me?” You stutter, confusion lacing your tone.

He pushes himself off the dresser, though he keeps distance between you two. He suddenly runs a frustrated grip through his hair, messing it up slightly.

“You know, since you’re moving halfway across the fucking globe,” he sounds bitter, though deep dejection is mainly what you hear. You moving had been a sensitive topic with him ever since the interview stage happened with you months ago. It hurt you to speak about it with Jungkook the most. The thought of leaving him crushed both of you which is why neither of you had brought it up these past two weeks.

“He was asking me if I had done it yet,” he laughs sarcastically, “Of fucking course he was.”

You’re more confused than ever and you say his name in a whisper, but he continues.

“You know the other day when you said that you were only a small part of my life, that’s when it really hit me,” he pauses, “You really don’t know how much you fucking mean to me Y/N. You’ve been my best friend for so long, been there with me through so much of my bullshit—my accident, losing my scholarship, losing my fucking life—“ he inhales deeply and you suddenly feel dizzy, unsure of where this conversation has turned.

“—And now I’m fucking losing you and I can’t even be honest with you because it doesn’t matter,” his voice breaks off as he looks at his feet. You start to panic, a roller coaster of emotions pulsing through you.

You step towards him hesitantly, “Jungkook you can always be honest with me,” you grab his forearm, “I’m your best friend for fucksakes—stop with the hysterics and just tell me what’s wrong,” you plead with him. If your words weren’t enough, your eyes were giving a show.

His bottom lip trembles as he meets your gaze. You have adrenaline running through you as he moves to rest his hands on your waist, gripping the skin tight.

“I love you Y/N,” he says letting out a deep breath before he can second guess himself.

“I know,” you tell him, “Jungkook you know I love you too.. you’re scaring me—“

“No Y/N,” he shakes his head, “I’m in love with you—like fucking crazy about you Y/N.”

His words take your breath away, stumbling slightly as you can’t believe the words he’s saying. He’s what? Jungkook’s in love with you? You part your lips, unable to form sentences, shaking your head stunned

“You don’t have to say anything,” he looks down, his forehead brushing yours, “But I couldn’t let you move without telling you—I don’t know how long it’s been but it just happened one day and I haven’t stopped since.”

“Jungkook,” you finally whisper after some silence, your palms finding solace on his broad chest, “I-I don’t know what to say,” you pause looking up through your lashes. You feel like you could cry from the up and down of your emotions.

You both stare at each other, unsure of who is going to make the next move. You decide that it will be you.

“B-but when we talked the other night about the future and stuff… I thought you were talking about Chaeyoung,” you admit, feeling a little dumb now that this secret has been spilled.

Jungkook lets out a laugh, unsure he heard you correctly, “Y/N—what, no, I haven’t spoken to Chaeyoung in months at this point,” he pauses, his strong hands gripping your forearms gently, “I was talking about you.. it’s always been you.”

There’s a silence that falls; a war raging in your head as you go through as many memories as you can with Jungkook. He’s been there for you at any moment you’ve needed him and vice versa. You couldn’t imagine a life without him and right now—you’ve finally decided in allowing yourself to be honest.

“Y/N I know this is unfair since you’re leaving but—“

“I love you too Jungkook,” you interrupt him to which he responds with a mellow what, “I know that I’m in love with you Jungkook—I have for some time now, I just didn’t want to admit it.. I-I was scared and I didn’t know how to bring it up, fuck I’m sorry—“

You’re suddenly cut off with Jungkook’s lips covering yours. You instantly melt into his lips as your eyes close, your hands finding their way around his neck to pull him down to you. After a few moments, he pulls away from you, rubbing his nose against yours.

“Is this real?” He asks, a small smile playing on his lips; all anxiousness leaving your body at once. You return a small smile, nodding in his delicate hold.

“Real,” you whisper back, chasing after his lips once again.

This time when your lips meet his, it’s more aggressive from each side, pouring out all frustration and built up pining over the years into it. His tongue opens your mouth wider and you sigh into him, tangling your fingers into his soft hair. His hands slither down from your waist to over your ass, pressing your hips into his.

You’d never thought kissing someone could feel this good. Your entire body feels aflame as you both discover each others mouths piece by piece. Jungkook’s walked you backwards against the wall, holding you up against it firmly as you both continue to kiss each other feverishly. You rest your head against the wall as his lips move from yours to your neck, your breathing intensifying as he kisses and nips gently.

“Jungkook,” you breathe heavily, as he places a kiss on your exposed shoulder, moving the flimsily strap to your top down. You get bolder with your own actions, maneuvering your hands underneath his shirt feeling his muscles tense under your touch.

His lips find yours again, “I wanted this for so long Y/N,” he mumbles against your skin as you pull him taut to you. “Remember sophomore year? When you kissed me for that dare?”

“Mhm,” you murmur in response as his hand experimentally trails its way up to cup your left breast, “How could I forget?” You tell him through a slight whine when he squeezes you through the thin material of your top.

He smirks against your lips, tugging on your bottom lip ever so slightly, “I was so happy when you didn’t drink that bitch cup,” he admits. You can’t help but giggle at his words, one of your hands resting on the back of his neck to hold him close to you, “And this is much better than that.”

You nip at his mouth again, “I agree,” you pause, your other hand playing with the buttons on his shirt, “Can I take this off?” You ask through your lashes; your voice soft and patient.

Jungkook emits deep groan from his throat, “Is this okay with you?” He suddenly asks.

You immediately nod, “Yes, yes, of course,” you begin your slow assault at his shirt buttons, undoing them one at a time.

He kisses your forehead, “Okay… I just,” he pauses, “I’m just a little nervous,” he admits as he grapples at your waist again, pulling you flush against him. He’s got a growing bulge in his pants, making your squeeze your thighs together.

“Why are you nervous?” You gaze at him with stars in your eyes, finding everything about him endearing and so lovable.

He rests his forehead against yours, “I don’t know I’ve just thought about this for forever,” he pauses, “I want you to feel safe.”

You smile sweetly at him, “I always feel safe with you Jungkook,” you tell him reassuringly. You lean forward, placing a kiss on his exposed chest when you finally undo the last button. You waste no time pushing the fabric off his golden skin, tattoos and all on fully display.

“When did you get so hot?” You pout in between his kisses along your neck and collarbone. He chuckles into your skin, his hands now exploring both of your breasts through the fabric.

“I’ve been wondering the same with you,” he kisses right between your cleavage, his fingers finding the zipper at the back of your top.

“Please—“ your breath hitches when the cold air makes your nipples taut as he drags your shirt away, “Have you seen yourself?” You’ve barely finish your sentence until Jungkook’s lips are wrapping around your right nipple, sucking and teething at the sensitive.

“Have you seen yourself Y/N?” He mumbles into your skin, paying attention to your left nipple now. “My pretty girl,” he breathes out pulling away from you, sending a fire through your veins. He grabs your hands and pulls you towards the bed not too far from the wall.

You straddle him as you reconnect your lips together, rutting against him as your hips grind down. A shiver of pleasure runs through you, a subtle moan vanishing in his mouth.

“Fuck,” he says, “Do that again, I like hearing you.”

You chuckle, kissing near his ear, “Make me,” you challenge. Jungkook bites his lip, the grip on your hips tightening.

Being as competitive as he is—it’s a challenge he’s willing to accept.

Jungkook is suddenly flipping you two over, settling between your thighs, tits shaking as you readjust yourself. You spread your legs a little so he can sit comfortably on his knees between you, his bulge more prominent than ever, straining in his white pants. Your mouth literally waters as his hands push up your skirt, exposing your skimpy little lace thong that’s barely covering your cunt at this point.

“Goddamn,” he gulps at the sight, his eyes flicking to yours quickly as your chest rises up and down in anticipation. You’re already so turned on—so wet just for him. If it was any other guy, you’d probably feel embarrassed but you were telling them truth when you said you felt safe with him.

His tattooed hand slides down to your inner thigh, a couple of his fingers running over your clothed heat. Your hips cant outwards as he does this a couple times before he decides to ultimately pull your panties off, leaving them strung across the room somewhere.

You hold his gaze as he spits onto his fingertips, now finding your bare pussy exposed for him in all its glory. He doesn’t waste time in dipping a finger inside you to test the waters. When your mouth falls open, he takes it as a good sign when you start to beg him for more.

“Jungkook please,” you push out your hips, trying to get the most of one finger though it’s no use. “I need more,” you whine.

He leans down, placing a kiss to your lips, “I know baby, I know,” you gasp when he adds in another finger, a steady strong of moans escaping you when he begins a gentle rhythm in and out of you. It’s torture the way it feels so so good, yet it’s still leaving you wanting more.

He gets a hold of your right leg, holding it up slightly so he can penetrate deeper inside with his fingers, his thumb rubbing up against the hood of your clit.

“Hold yourself open for me baby,” he says to which you obey, holding onto the side of your leg just as he was, “Good girl,” he praises you, which creates even more slick arousal.

From here, he takes one of his hands to pull your clitoral hood open, using his other to circle your bud and enter your pussy in alternating motions.

“Ah, shit—“ your hips jerk against him when you begin to feel yourself start to climb that hill to an orgasm. Your continuously moaning was sending him mad and your glistening cunt was a full invitation for him.

He shifts his weight, his lips meeting your center to which your back arches off the mattress, a strained whine from you as he flicks his tongue over your clit. It’s obscene the way he gives you head—it’s hot and messy, little to no friction as he goes from focus on your hole with both his fingers and mouth, to sucking heavily on your clit. You could feel yourself dripping on the sheets underneath you, the wetness making Jungkook involuntarily push his cock into the mattress.

“Jungkook—I’m gonna come,” you manage through your tight breaths.

“Yeah baby?” He muses against you, the vibration of his voice sending a shockwave through your already swollen clit. You nod desperately into the bed, holding his head down with your left hand as your hips chase to meet his movements.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” chants fall from your lips when you feel yourself tip over the edge, falling heavily into an orgasm that overtakes your entire body. You don’t even care if you’re loud as you moan and rile beneath him, your pussy clenching around his fingers before he pulls them out to watch your cunt clench around nothing.

“God, you’re so fucking sexy,” he marvels as you come down from your high, your body clearly relaxed now as you find time to catch your breath. You lean up on your elbows as he meets you halfway to kiss you again. He tastes like you as he tongues the inside of your mouth carefully.

You scoot your body down some, hands finding the front of his pants. You can tell he’s big just by running your hand over his cock through the clothes. He inhales a sharp intake of breath when you squeeze him a little. You break your kiss to focus on getting him out of the fabric, unzipping and unbuttoning his pants quickly. You take notice of his white Calvin Kleins as he helps you push them down past his ankles.

In a rush, you tug down the front of his boxers—breath hitching in the back of your throat. He was big—the biggest you’ve ever seen—thick and long between his muscular set of thighs.

You whine when you take him in, never experiencing a want for someone so badly in your entire life.

“Can I please suck it?” You whisper, your words sounding like sweet saccharine to his ears. As tempting as that sounds for him, he wasn’t sure how long he would last with you, and he needed to be inside of your pussy when he came.

“Not right now baby,” he says firm in his tone, “I want to be inside you so bad,” he sounds just as desperate as you feel.

You nod quickly as you begin to take your skirt off since it’s still the last piece of clothing on you. Jungkook’s hands stop you quickly.

“No, no,” he chuckles, “Gonna fuck you in this pretty skirt,” he places a zealous kiss on your lips one more time before he suddenly gets up hurrying over to one of his duffle bags. He returns quickly and you watch carefully as you notice him tearing open a condom packet, his abs visible each time he breathes.

“You brought condoms?” You ask him curiously.

He smirks as he begins to roll it down over his fully hardened cock, “I’ve been bringing them with us everywhere since we went to Europe,” he explains as he instructs you to scoot back some. The thought makes you feel bubbly on the inside, laughing at him some.

“So you’ve just assumed that we’re gonna fuck one day then?” You ask him as he settles between you, rubbing his tip against your folds.

He closes his eyes briefly, before smirking again, “Never assumed, just hoped,” he lines himself up with your entrance, having to fight not to just slam right into you, “I’ll start slow okay?”

You nod as you grip behind his neck and shoulder with each hand. Once Jungkook begins to push into you, you literally forget how to breathe. Jungkook groans as he bites his lip in full concentration, pushing a little farther.

“It’s okay, breathe baby,” he encourages, “I know you can take it. My baby can take it, right?”

He knows very well you can—he just wants to hear you say it in your voice that’s laced in honey and arousal for him.

You nod faster that you ever had, “God, yes Jungkook I can, yes I can,” you finally find your oxygen as he pushes in slowly to the hilt. Your jaw was slack as his forehead rests against your own, a burning between your legs but pleasurable enough that you begin to involuntarily clench around him.

“Shit baby, don’t do that,” he warns, “This tight little pussy is all mine, right?”

“Of course Jungkook—“ he pulls back, then pushing back in, your hips canting upward to help him fulfill every inch inside you. “Oh my god—“ you whimper as he slowly begins to find his pace.

“Are you okay?” He asks.

“Yes, fuck yes, Jungkook just please don’t stop,” you beg, “Go faster, please.”

One of his hands grip your right hip, the other fisting the sheets by your head as he does as he’s told, picking his pace up slowly but surely as the seconds pass. Its blissful heaven having him fill you up so good. You’d never thought you’d be in this position with Jungkook, but as time passes you wish that you two had got around to it a lot sooner.

With each snap of his hips, your body moves upwards given force. A mantra of noises come from you as you watch his brows furrow from above you, strained groans and breathes escaping his lips. You could feel the simmering of another orgasm approaching you as his perfect stroke hits your g-spot. You grab at his face to steady him; his pace thrown off a bit when you lean up to kiss his lips gently.

“Let me get on top,” you whisper to him. He tugs on your lip, unsure if he wants to give up control but with you, he’d relinquish any day. He pulls out, leaving you hallow with you quickly pushing him off of you and down to the mattress. His back is rested against the pillows and headboard to which you grab with one hand, using your another hand to line yourself back up with him.

After you sink down, your arousal making it easy this time—you begin to find a pace against him that’s calculated to hit your insides in all the right areas. Jungkook grips your hips, pushing your skirt up slightly as he marvels up at you, drunk in a haze of you and you only. With uneven breaths, you can tell you’re on the verge of coming again, so he licks his thumb before he places it on your clit. Each touch of your hips presses firmly against his finger, explicative falling from your lips in a rush.

“God—Jungkook, I-I can’t,” you choke out, squeezing around him tightly as he begins to push his own hips up to meet yours.

One of his hands makes it way to your throat, pulling your forehead down to his as he takes the oxygen away from you. It’s too much—it’s all too much.

“Yes baby, you can,” he encourages, “My pretty girl, come with me,” he adds after he begins to hold you in place some, shoving his hips up in a brutal pace to chase his own climax.

It doesn’t take long for your second orgasm to hit, hit tipping backwards as you let out a half-scream of his name, jumbled together with high pitched moans. It goes on longer than your last one, convulsing around his cock as you lean forward in a daze.

Jungkook’s close—his lip tucked into his teeth, brows deeply furrowed as he continues his pace up inside you. With a bated breath, he announces he’s going to come and you encourage him just as he did you. He spills into the condom with a whiney groan in submission to you, his movements coming to end an end shortly after he rides his climax out.

He’s got his arms wrapped around your torso and you cradle him to your chest as you both try to catch your breaths. He lifts your hips slightly to let himself fall out of you, though he keeps you close to him after, looking up at you through a lazy smile.

You return one to him, meeting your lips to his. The kiss is gentle and love worthy as your heart swells so much it feels like it could burst for the man beneath you.

You pull away from him, “Can I take this skirt off now?”

He chuckles before nodding, placing a kiss on your shoulder before you move off of him to discard the final article of clothing on your frame. You climb back into bed after you throw on a slinky tank top and use the bathroom—a UTI was not going to plague you. Jungkook pulls on a pair of briefs, opening his arms up to you once he climbs back in. You cuddle up right next to him, an arm slung around his bare chest, leg over his as he pulls you closer with one arm. The two you mindlessly talk about nothing before you feel yourself drifting off to sleep. The last thing you recall is Jungkook placing a kiss on your head, telling you that he loves you again, leaving little to no space between each other this time on the bed.

∞

The bright sun is what wakes you up the next morning, a strained mumble coming from you as you stretch out on the bed. You’re halfway on your back, halfway on your side when you open your eyes. You rub them with your knuckles to clear them of any matter. When the room fully focuses, you freeze in your position, stomach dropping a little bit. Your head hurts from the alcohol but it wasn’t enough alcohol to make you forget what happened.

You and Jungkook had had sex and professed pining love to each other.

You quickly turn over to find yourself alone in the bed, your anxiety and cortisol levels skyrocketing. You also take notice that Jungkook’s not out on the balcony that connects to the room. You sit up a little too quickly for your headache, taking a moment to steady yourself.

You grab your phone off the nightstand, checking the time and any messages you have. There’s only a few that you decide you’ll answer later. Nothing from Jungkook.

You push the sheets and duvet off your frame, hurrying over to your suitcase to pull on a pair of shorts. You quickly make your way out of the bedroom, finding the living and kitchen space empty. Maybe he was in the bathroom?

“Jungkook?” You call out. No answer.

You suddenly feel like you’re going to get sick. Insecurity and all other horrifying thoughts cross your brain. Did he leave you here? Did he get scared and go home? Did he really fuck you only to leave you?

You feel like you could cry as you lean onto the couch for support. You hold back your tears, breathing heavily in and out to keep yourself calm.

Where the fuck—

The door to the cottage is suddenly unlocked, pushing open to reveal your best friend in all his glory. He’s dressed in a t-shirt and sweatpants, carrying a brown bag in one hand, balancing two coffees on his arm.

“Oh, good morning!” He flashes his million dollar smile at you as he sets down all of his belongings on the kitchen island.

You stand there with a pout, not saying anything to him. He looks at you slightly confused, walking over to see what’s wrong.

“Are you okay?” He asks with concern, grabbing gently behind your elbows.

You push at his chest with flat palms, “I thought you left me,” you whine. A smile cracks open as he laughs some.

“Why would I have left you?” He questions you, “I just went and got us some breakfast while you were still sleeping,” he explains.

“Well I can see that now,” you push back, “I just thought.. maybe you got scared and left,” you trail off, looking away from him now that you feel a little dumb for jumping to such horrible conclusions.

Jungkook pulls you in for a hug to which you return it like a kid grabbing onto their teddy bear tightly.

“I would never do that Y/N,” he says placing a kiss to your head, squeezing you playfully as he sways you dramatically, “I’m kind of offended that you think I would,” he then says with a pinch to your ass cheek.

“Ow!” You push yourself off of him with a laugh, “Sorry, it’s just,” you chew on your lip when you meet his gaze, “I don’t really know how to go about this whole friends to lovers thing.”

He pulls you to the kitchen so you two can begin to eat your breakfast. The coffee is great; just what you needed to cure your headache.

“It’s simple,” he says as he sits down beside you after he’s placed your breakfast sandwiches out.

“Is it really?” You push through a mouthful of food—gross you know, but Jungkook was the last person to care.

He quirks that pierced eyebrow at you that just drives you absolutely mad, “Hell yeah. We’re still best friends we’re just gonna have lots of sex now.”

You look at him stunned before you both are laughing hysterically together. Maybe he is right. Simple. As the two of you eat your breakfast, you can’t help but feel so very happy but also so very sad. The two of you have created a bubble of paradise and it’s going to burst as soon as you get back on the plane to head back home.

“Jungkook,” you say, turning the conversation serious after you both have finished your meals. He responds with a hm? “I’m still moving after the summer,” you bring it up hesitantly given how touchy it is; but there was no escaping and hiding from the truth. You were leaving; Jungkook was staying here.

He tenses up in his seat, pursing his lips as he glances over at you, “That’s another reason Junghyun called me last night,” he begins. You look at him confused, asking what he means, “I’ve been thinking about telling you about my feelings for so long Y/N, and I clearly have shit timing,” he laughs ironically, “But Junghyun has known for awhile now—I think before I even knew it but um,” he pauses, “He made me promise to him that by the end of this trip that I would tell you, so he was on my ass about it last night.”

You smile at him sweetly, resting your hand over his, “Well now you can tell him you kept that promise,” you offer.

His gaze doesn’t quite meet yours, “Yeah, but that’s not all,” he pauses as you listen to him, “I’ve been applying to jobs in New York,” he admits.

Your lips part as your eyes widen, “What?” You’re nearly breathless as you ask the question—feeling like Jungkook took a baseball bat to your chest. “Why would you do that?” You press.

He swallows heavily, “I just, I knew whenever you said you were going there that I just couldn’t not try with you,” he pauses, his gaze looking almost apologetic, “I didn’t want to be four thousand miles away from you so I panicked and started applying for jobs there,” he explains, “I don’t want you to be mad, and I’ve already talked to my family about it and they’re all okay with it,” he says in a rush, “I just didn’t want you to be alone there, whether I confessed my feelings to you or not.”

He’s chewing on his lip and you can tell he’s nervous. You turn over his palm so you can intertwine your fingers together, giving him a soft gaze.

“While this has completely caught me off guard,” you say honestly, “I would never be mad at you over this,” you squeeze his hand for reassurance, “Did you really apply to jobs there because of me?”

He nods a few times before he hangs his head low. You take your other hand and push his shorter fringe away from his face. While you’re positive many more details have to be worked out, that fact Jungkook made this decision makes you feel an amount of butterflies and love you’ve never experienced before.

“And you’d for sure want to be in New York?”

He looks up at you with those big doe-eyes that haven’t changed from the day you met him, “I’d go wherever you were Y/N. It could be the worst fucking place in world and I’d go there with you.”

You lean over, pressing your lips to his gently.

“I love you.”

He smiles in return, “I love you more.”

You pout some, “That’s not fair—no one is allowed to ‘love more’.”

He kisses you again gently as he pulls you from the bar stool to stand between his legs. His hands squeeze your ass playfully as you try to pull away.

“Well I can be the exception,” he leans into you, his arms wrapping around you protectively. You roll your eyes, a short laugh escaping your lips.

“You know what this means?” You ask inquisitively.

“What?”

“Lots of sex to be had,” you emphasis, “And even more of blowjobs.”

His eyes widen, his jaw slightly clenching and you swear he whines as he looks up at you, pressing your front to his crotch, “Can we start that sooner than later?”

You give him your answer through another kiss and moving your hands at the waistband of his pants. God, you think as you take in the already domesticated environment you two have made together, you could really get used to this. Jeon Jungkook was your best friend and at the end of the day—all you two needed was each other and somewhere to go.

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sparklehoney7 · 1 year

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Golden Boy

by: GinForInk

pairing: namjoon/jungkook

info: chaptered 7/7 completed (85,339)

tags: Age Difference // 2016 Summer Olympics // Olympics AU // Beach Volleyball // Fluff and Angst // Kink Negotiation // Rough Sex // Mild Painplay // Hurt/Comfort // Bruises // Pining // Secret Relationship // Grinding // Teasing // Past Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin // Top Namjoon // Bottom Jeon Jungkook // Rimming // Emotional Hurt/Comfort // Barebacking // Misunderstandings // Pet Names // Riding // Power Bottom Jeon Jungkook // Wall Sex // Developing Relationship // Alternate Universe - Sports // Prostate Massage // Overstimulation // Multiple Orgasms // Deepthroating // Wet & Messy // Emotions // Spanking // Light Bondage // Domestic Fluff // Aftercare // Dysfunctional Relationship

summary: Veteran beach volleyball player Namjoon gets prodigy Jungkook, a smitten fan, as a new teammate.

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#bts fic #namkook #volleyball au #fic rec #im not one for sports fics but this one very good #age difference

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jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue · 6 months

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Holiday - BTS OT7 CEO AU Bonus Chapter 14.5

Sorry for being MIA my loves, life for the moment has calmed slightly, who knows what it has in store tomorow. Just a note, I'm no longer doing taglists as theyre too hard to keep up with and I am trying to avoid stress. Sorry about that I hope this goofy chapter makes up for it <3

4.6K words of the italy trip with the troublesome trio. Warnings: Smut, jealousy, sex implied as a weapon (for revenge), edging, possesive behavior, orgasm denial, money (yes this is a warning it made me swoon)

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THURSDAY

Seven hours into the flight was when what you dreaded happened. The private jet had wifi, and a part of you thought you were going to be safe from the older CEOs if they couldn’t reach you with your mobile on airplane mode, but when it rings thousands of miles in the air, your heart drops. The maknaes eyes all dart to the ringing device in your hand, as you contemplate answering it, but before you can make a decision, it's snatched from your hold.

“Good evening Hyung,” Taehyung answers smugly. You try reaching for it but he keeps it out of reach.

“Put it on speaker,” Jimin whispers, pressing his ear to the otherside of the phone while Jungkook holds you back from fighting them for it.

You don’t know what’s said on the other line but Taehyung’s eyes pierce through you, an almost villainous look on his face.

“We came to flower’s favourite place,” the smirk on his face is dangerous and you knew he wasn’t thinking clearly about the repercussions by taunting them.

“Tae,” you say warningly, holding your hand out for the phone, not that you would fare better with talking to them.

“We’d be waiting for you for a while Hyung,” he snickers cruelly, not a side of him you saw very often at all, but when there was a vendetta or score involved, it didn’t matter who it was up against, Taehyung would betray his own flesh and blood for revenge.

Okay, maybe that was a little far-fetched even in your own mind, but you remember the company sports day, the first and last, where your seemingly innocent boyfriend betrayed Jimin, his closest bestest friend/soulmate, to win, and no one saw it coming. There was a major fall out before everyone started betraying each other in the subsequent races and Namjoon decided that never again would the company have another competing event. The moral of the story? Never underestimate Kim Taehyung.

“We’ve decided to go on an impromptu holiday for the weekend.”

The grin on his face at whatever is said on the other line is nothing short of evil. He was going to get you killed with this, now you understood why the idiom was about being thrown under the bus, this felt like a damn car crash and you hadn’t even arrived at your destination. Maybe when you landed you could just fly back and apologise.

“Have a good weekend Hyung.”

He ends the call and passes you back your phone as if he hadn’t just declared world war three! Jungkook finally lets you go and stretches in the aisle, laughing with the other two while you bite your bottom lip nervously. They wouldn’t blame you if you said the maknaes had kidnapped you, would they?

Your phone rings in your hand again, this time with Yoongi’s caller ID, you quickly answer it before they notice, not even able to say hello before an angry voice greets you.

“Y/n where the fuck have they taken you?” Yoongi growls through the line.

“We’ve… I’ve,” you swallow down your nerves, “Italy…?”

You say it like a question that answers everything, but you really didn’t know how else to respond.

"Kitten, you just agreed to these brats? You didn't think to tell us first?"

“Yoongi,” you whine, “please don’t be mad, it’s just… they just-”

Your phone flies out of your hand, you were too focused on the call to notice the troublesome trio caught on.

“What-” you gasp, not realising straight away what had happened. “Jungkook! That’s my phone, give it back!”

But he doesn’t, even as you fight him for it. Instead he looks at you like he’s berating you for ruining their masterplans, holding it way above your head as you jump for it, trying to pull his arm down.

“I think we should hold onto this for a little while, bunny,” he says sternly, “you obviously can’t be trusted.”

“Jeon Jungkook give me back my phone,” you scowl.

“Nope,” his lips pop.

“Angel, the whole point in this revenge plot is to deny the Hyungs access to you, we can’t have you calling them, it defeats the point,” Jimin lectures you as if you were dense which only makes you scowl more.

“Oh they’ll have access,” Taehyung smirks, the evil glint in his eyes still present and unsatiated. “But only when we want them to.”

FRIDAY

Arriving at the apartment yesterday (if you could call it that it was more like a villa), quelled your worry over the others, it was too beautiful to think of anything else. When Taehyung told you they bought it, it took a while for your jaw to come off the ground. How they had done it in such a short amount of time you would never know, but the happy way they showed you around, holding you, soft kisses as you smiled, made you completely forget about the purpose of this visit, until of course they woke you up before the sunrise with needy kisses.

“It’s too early,” you whine incoherently, but somehow they understood you.

“Blame Mr mastermind,” Jimin yawns, although the way Jungkook’s undressing you has his bottom half stirring the rest of him awake.

“It has to be now if we want our gift to arrive on time,” Taehyung chuckles deeply, something akin to what you imagine a classic maniacal tv villain to sound like.

“Oh yes,” you scoff, “I forgot I’m just a means for revenge.” You always got caught in the middle of their rivalry, you just didn’t expect it to sting so much this time around, like you were being used. You try to go back to sleep, having had enough of this ridiculous childish behaviour, but Taehyung pulls you up by your arm until you're sitting upright in front of him.

“Our love for you flower,” he mumbles, pushing your hair out of your face, searching your face earnestly, reading your insecurities like a book, “and our punishment for the hyungs are two very separate matters…”

Something ice cool touches your neck, making you shiver violently in your sleepy state.

Jungkook’s arms wrap around you from behind, trying to keep your nearly naked form warm, while Taehyung’s fingers on your nape clasp what you realise now is a choker.

“This holiday is just one stone to deal with them both,” his fingers tilt up your chin so he can show Jimin the sparkle of a hundred diamonds adorning your neck.

“Perfect,” the eldest of the trio hums in approval before mumbling, “as they say, revenge is best served cold.”

He smirks, eyes darting down your body as Jungkook starts kissing your neck, both the chill of the piece and the warmth of your skin touching his lips.

“The recording…” It’s hard to concentrate on Taehyung’s words when the maknae’s fingers dance around your waist, his arms holding you tighter against him. He’s already hard and it’s all your body wants to focus on, but Tae distracts you when you notice the phone in his hand.

“...is for them,” there’s glint of mischief in his eyes, a devilish smirk, “this,” his fingers trace the line of priceless jewels embellishing his beautiful flower, “is for us.”

—

You can see why they say revenge is an act of passion as your fingertips grip the bed sheets for dear life, open mouth moaning into the mattress beneath you. Your body’s splayed out for his pleasure, his thrusts unrelenting.

“I can see why Namjoon Hyung favours this position,” Jungkook moans out, palm on your back holding you down. “Fuck Baby girl your squeezing me so tight.”

There’s a sadistic chuckle from his lips as he watches his dick slide in and out. He pushes back in deeper, harder, pressing his chest to your back, the angle hitting new spots that made you want to scream.

“You’re wetting my dick so well,” he murmurs into your ear seductively, just for you to hear, covering you with his whole body, wanting to feel you everywhere. He can feel you breathing hard with the way he smothers you,

Your hand clamps over your mouth, earning a displeased grunt from Jungkook before he bites down on your shoulder in warning.

“Kitten don’t cover your mouth,” Jimin taunts, forcing your hand away with his grip tight around your wrist, watching you bite your lips so hard they might bleed. “Let the Hyungs hear you.”

“She really does look like a kitten with that choker,” Taehyung’s signature deep lilt rumbles, his voice full of amusement. His thumb pulls your bottom lip until it's released from your teeth, little gasps escaping as you try to keep quiet knowing they were recording you. Even if the thought turned you on so much you were extra sensitive to their touch, you wanted them to hear you, wanted to moan their names too but that would be too cruel wouldn’t it? And Taehyung wouldn’t be too pleased with that either.

“Come on beautiful girl let them hear you,” Jungkook orders gutturally, leaning back before his palm spanks your ass hard before returning to your hip, the slap heard sharp through the air followed by your delicious whines. His grip is bruising as he picks up the pace, wanting to elicit more out of you. The harder he fucks you the more his Hyung’s will hear, the thought makes his dumb fucked out grin wider.

“Don’t call her you know what,” Jimin laughs, the punishment of this was enough for Hobi he was sure, but he couldn’t feel entirely sorry for him when he was one of the perpetrators that locked him out. “Hoseok Hyungs scary when he’s pissed.”

“He didn’t call her a good girl so he’s exempt,” Taehyung mumbles, almost losing himself to the show you and Jungkook were performing, his heel pressing against his aching length so hard he bites back a groan. Jimin was faring no better, hands in his pants, eyes drunk on how Junkook played with you like his own fuckdoll, you could do nothing but lie there and take it.

“Ah Kookie right there,” you almost scream, the head of Jungkook’s cock was stroking your G-spot making your toes curl, your mouth hanging open, saliva dripping down your lips. “O-oh fuck!”

Your clit was begging to be touched to push you over, but your limbs were too busy keeping you somewhat steady so you didn’t go crashing into the headboard or falling off the bed. You doubt Jungkook would stop even if you did.

“Baby girl if you want to cum…” Taehyung says with a sinister smug smirk, as if he could hear your thoughts, “... call Jungkook daddy.”

You whimper in protest, shaking your head vehemently, not wanting to. It was a step too far, you eyed the device in front of you recording away, as if Namjoon was right there listening now. You wouldn’t do that to him, even if your being was screaming at you to do as Tae said just to taste a fucking orgasm.

“Tsk, bad flower,” Taehyung grumbles, looking annoyed that you wouldn’t behave for his masterplan. “Hyung deserves to be punished.”

He smooths the hair away from your face, leaning down close to you as Jungkook eased his pounding a smidge, edging both of you. It was so close.

“Be a good girl hmmm,” Tae grunts in your ear, trying to be persuasive, using that name against you, “call Jungkook daddy.”

You shake your head again in refusal at his command, you wouldn’t. The hand in your hair slides down your neck, a finger hooking on the back of your choker, tugging hard, a warning to behave. The pressure on your neck made you go dizzy, the rim of gems almost cutting, eyes rolling back as you let out a guttural moan. You meet his now dark gaze, a shiver down your spine has you seconds away cumming, but it seemed the punishment to the older CEOs now extended to you.

“Jungkook,” Taehyung sighs in disappointment and the cock that was pounding into you now disappears with a groan. You feel your walls pulsate against nothing, the emptiness almost painful, but all Taehyung does is kiss your tears as they slip down, letting go of you so your head hits the mattress again, and stopping the recording as he throws the phone aside. He could always edit the audio anyway.

You feel a wetness on your back, the sounds of the maknae fisting his cock until his load shoots all over you.

“Should we send a picture with the recording?” He smirks looking down at you knowing how much his favourite hyungs would appreciate such a beautiful view. Jungkook turns you on your back, peering down at you with love in his eyes but a smile so devilish. “What do you think bunny?”

You don’t even know what he’s on about, words unable to enter your ears with the way they were pounding, your clit throbbing with the need to be touched, your pussy weeping.

“Wanna cum,” you whine, thighs rubbing together searching for some sort of friction.

“Aww Angel wants to cum?” Jimin coos as you squirm before he snickers, glancing at Taehyung’s stone face knowing you weren't going to get there for a while regardless of how much you’d beg and plead. There was a reason Taehyung’s previous partners would call him a tiger in bed, the man could flip a switch in a second, his duality constantly pulling and pushing his partners to and from the edge. Right now, the oldest maknae could see the displeasure of your disobedience in his eyes, the air around him turning dangerous. It was going to be a long day.

—

“I’m surprised you can stand,” Jimin’s teasing voice pulls you out of your reverie. How long were you staring at this painting for? You lost yourself to it.

“No thanks to you,” you mutter, eyes still on the soft brushstrokes on the canvas in front of you. At least they let you sleep before your sight seeing, the Europeans had it right, naps in the afternoon should be the law.

“You’ve been staring at this one for an hour,” Jimin exaggerates with a pout, trying to figure out what was holding your attention. “And Taehyung’s been staring at you.”

At this you turn around to find indeed your devious mastermind boyfriend staring a hole into your back, normally you’d feel his eyes on you but not today. He didn’t like that, he just kept his gaze on you intensely, trying to telepathically get you to notice him but it didn’t work.

“Who could blame him?” Jimin smirks suggestively, “all these famous paintings and they don’t hold a candle to my angel.”

You roll your eyes, walking away from him and the disgusting amount of cheese he was spewing, trying to locate the last of the troublesome trio. You find Jungkook also enjoying the actual art in the gallery, you were honestly surprised Tae wasn’t with him, this was typically his scene.

“Kookie, do you like this one?” you ask him, taking his hand in yours as you walked past a statue he spent a few more seconds on than the others.

“Mmmm,” he hums absentmindedly, “the detail’s amazing.”

He sighs in wonder, round eyes admiring the next one in line.

“I need to know how they made it.”

“You want to make one too?” you jest, smiling at him endearingly as he continued to stare.

“I want to make one of you,” he confesses so easily, making your organs somersault. You try not to let your jaw drop.

“You’re ridiculous,” you breathe, laughing as you pull him away from the exhibit.

You head back towards the paintings, only to find Taehyung staring intently at your favourite one as if he was ready to start a war with it. Honestly, it wouldn’t surprise you if he did considering his current regime for vengeance. You frown when someone in a business suit greets him with a handshake, wondering how the two knew each other. The conversation, whatever it was about, looks deep, and your curiosity wants you to eavesdrop.

“Angel lets go to the gift shop,” Jimin grabs your other hand, steering you away before you walk over to Taehyung.

“Who’s Tae talking to?” You ask, trying to catch a glimpse of the pair as Jimin pulls you and Jungkook in tow.

“Just business,” he replies, not really answering the question at all.

—

Taehyung’s heart is in his throat when they deliver it. It’s the evening, he was hoping you wouldn't be back until after the delivery, but you were so worried about his despondency, especially when he left the three of you and came back to the apartment alone. You had to force Jimin and Jungkook to end the dinner plans early, opting for take out instead. They had to listen to you when you threatened to find Taehyung without them.

“What… what is this?” You gasp, jaw on the floor as they uncover it. No fucking way, nope, no, he didn’t…… for fuck sake he did, you stare incredulously at him, knowing exactly who was behind the purchase. “Kim Taehyung you did not.”

He swears he could see the steam leave your ears and flared nostrils. Even the men from the gallery glanced at you both in worry, contemplating waiting to see if you were going to murder him before they made their leave.

“Flower-”

“Return it.” There was no room for argument in your tone, but argue with you he would.

“Flower,” he says again patiently, “I wanted it for you.”

Jimin and Jungkook were hiding in the other room praying for Taehyung’s survival, while simultaneously hiding from you. They warned Taehyung about the consequences, you had already made explicit rules about stuff like this, and you never took it well when they broke them.

“Taehyung, I don't even want to think about how much it cost, or it's going to make me sick,” you say, actually feeling nauseous and slightly dizzy. This was overwhelming, he was overwhelming.

He sighs before approaching you, fingers stroking your sides to try and calm you, but your arms are crossed in front of you like a barricade.

“The cost doesn’t matter,” he says, pressing a finger to your lips before you can fight with him, his forehead leaning on yours, eyes beseeching you. “I want to spoil you, why won’t you let me?”

You exhale exasperated.

“It’s too much,” your jaw ticks, he wasn’t going to win this one. “It’s ridiculously too much!”

“Says who?” he asks you, smiling softly despite your anger. He caresses your face with both hands, holding you so delicately as if you were the million-billion euro-pound-won painting. You couldn’t think of the cost, you just couldn't, you would implode.

“Tae-”

“I love you, I wanted to buy it for you,” a gentle kiss to your nose has your defences shaking, doubled with the gentle lilt in his voice. “My perfect flower deserves the world, why can’t I buy her a part of it, hmmm?”

“You just can’t,” but your own voice starts to match his in volume, and he has to stop himself from grinning in premature victory.

“But I want to,” the softest kiss to your lips before he pulls away. “You deserve more, why won’t you let us spoil you?”

“Tae,” you sigh, eyes starting to water, it was too much, your heart was so full you could feel it in your chest. You couldn’t accept this, he bought you the painting you were staring at for fuck sake, it was beyond ridiculous, he shouldn’t have.

“I am grateful for the sentiment, but you have to return it,” you say as he shakes his head in refusal, “please.”

“No,” he replies simply, you weren’t going to win this one. “I know you love it, and I want you to have it, that’s it.”

You sniffle, tears starting to drop which he wipes away.

“But it's too much,” you wail, making him want to laugh at how precious you look.

“You said that already,” he pulls you into his embrace, your arms uncrossing to wrap around him.

“B-but youdun e-even k-now why I like it-” he can barely understand with you gasping for breath between words as you sobbed.

He should feel bad for making you cry but you were so adorable he couldn’t help laughing a little. He kisses the side of your head, smiling as you mumble against him, trying to fight but you already lost.

SATURDAY

“Why did you bring your laptop on holiday!” Jimin groans as he walks into the bedroom to find you sitting crossed legged on the bed, furiously typing away.

“I just have one more thing to finish…” you mumble without glancing at him.

“Bunny you seriously have issues,” Jungkook mutters, Jimin turning in surprise to see him on the armchair, chin in his hand, elbow on the arm rest, staring at you as if you were some weird enigma.

“We brought you to your favourite place on Earth,” Jimin exclaims dramatically, trying to close the laptop but you take it away from his reach. “And you’re working?”

“Two seconds, just two more.”

Jimin sighs, fingers raking through his hair as he stands with his hands on his hips ready to berate you before he realises someone was missing.

“Where’s Taehyung?”

The maknae shrugs, but this question makes you look up from the screen like a meerkat.

“Huh?” You look at the end of the bed, as if you’re expecting him to be there. “He was just there…”

You shrug to yourself, sure he was somewhere having fun, turning back to the laptop with intent while Jimin looks at you incredulously. Fine he’ll give you your two seconds but he isn’t happy about it. He starts pacing in front of you, arms crossed and huffing, but it does nothing to deter your work or gain him any attention.

It’s when his legs start aching that he’s decided you’ve had long enough.

“Angel put it away before I throw it out the window,” he warned, but you completely ignore him as if he didn’t say a word. Is this how flies felt when they buzzed incessantly around the room screaming for attention… did he really compare himself to a fly… he couldn’t help making the comparison, you were the one to make him feel so insignificant and he flew you to Italy for pete's sake. He marches towards you, not really wanting to resort to violence but you weren’t budging. “Fine, have it your way.”

“You guys took my phone, don’t touch my laptop,” you warn when he takes another step closer.

“You were gonna call them!”

“And you’ve had your fun and gotten your revenge, let me just finish this.”

“You said two seconds, IT'S BEEN TWO HOURS,” he yells, exasperated.

“It’s been twenty minutes,” you scoff as if that was any better.

“Are they working you too hard?” Jungkook interrupts asking you bluntly, having watched your session since near the start, he thinks he's deciphered the reason behind it.

You hesitate, swallowing around nothing. Why did that question make you nervous?

“Nothing I’m not used to,” you reply, it’s not like working with them was any easier.

“So yes they are,” Jimin confirms. “Yesterday you were enjoying this impromptu holiday, today you look like you’re going to fight us if we try and take you outside.”

“We will take you outside eventually, bunny,” Jungkook adds, “kicking and screaming if we have to.”

“What changed angel?” Jimin narrows his eyes.

You try and avoid their gazes, confession on the tip of your tongue at their interrogation but their judgement holds you back,

“Spill angel,” Jimin stands with his arms crossed, voice firm.

You groan, falling head first into the duvet as if you could bury your response there forever.

“It’s stupid,” you mumble against the fabric.

“What did she say?”

“Fuck knows,” Jungkook frowns.

You sigh, picking yourself up in defeat.

“I had a nightmare last night,” you mutter, making things no clearer for the two as they look at each other in question. “About work…”

There’s a beat of silence as your confession sinks in.

“Taehyung's right…” Jimin says as if he’s come to an epiphany, “you really are a good girl.”

You feel your cheeks burn, trying not to let your jaw fall slack as the oldest maknae grins, laughing at you softly.

“It’s not funny,” you say to the pair as the youngest also decides to cackle too. “They found out I skipped work and then started yelling at me and it scared the shit out of me okay.”

But your words only make them laugh harder, Jimin characteristically falling to the floor as he holds his stomach. You roll your eyes, trust them to understand.

“I’m gonna go find Tae,” you mumble, slamming your laptop shut and exiting the room while they try and fail to control themselves.

“Wait, we're coming with you,” Jimin calls after you, still laughing loudly, the corners of his mouth almost touching his ears.

Maybe they were right, maybe you did need to enjoy yourself while you could, who knew what work had in store for you when you went back. There was nothing you could do about that, but there was something you could do now.

You find your target looking at the painting he bought from the gallery yesterday, the one you still couldn’t believe was hanging on the wall of your holiday home. If Taehyung didn’t have the money to buy it you’re sure he would’ve stolen it for you instead. For some reason you could picture him being an art thief in another life.

He was staring so intently, it was as if the roles had reversed from yesterday, his eyes darting around each pigment on the canvas trying to decipher it. The way you had paid it attention almost made him jealous, so of course he had to buy it for you, at least to try and figure out why you loved it at first sight.

“Hey tiger,” you greet him gleefully, and he’s more than happy to look at you instead. He grins when you wink at him flirtily like Jin does to you from time to time, but you do it more dramatically, eyebrows dancing as you approach him.

“Tiger?” he chuckles, that one was new from you, but he didn’t mind it even if it was tainted from lovers past.

You grab his arm with both hands, tugging him gently towards you, a silent plea to follow you, and he would, absolutely anywhere if you asked. The other two aren’t far behind, but your focus is solely on him, and he can’t help but burst with pride, his chest inflating like a superhero film cliche. You looked at him with far more love than that stupid painting, he didn’t feel as much envy towards it as before.

“I wanna take you somewhere special,” you whisper to him, eyes imploring up at him, how could he ever refuse. “It’s my favourite cafe, but don’t tell the others, shh.”

You playfully press your finger to your lips, as if sharing a secret with him. He bites his bottom lip hard to stop from laughing out loud but his boxy grin is stretched wide across his face.

“What about us?” Jimin whines as you purposefully ignore him, Jungkook’s jaw ticking with jealousy when you pull Taehyung with you.

“You laughed at me, I’m not taking you anywhere,” you reply childishly, sticking your tongue out at him with your nose in the air as they continue to bicker with you.

This really was your favourite place on Earth.

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