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myeternalsinger · 2 years
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220624 j-hope Instagram Story
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urmingirl · 1 year
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j-hope x Louis Vuitton
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PTD TO DANCE: Las Vegas
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FUCK YN ,, I WANNA BE HOBI
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sweetjikook · 1 year
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There wil be a lot of K Pop artists in Paris for F/W 2023 collection. Taeyang is there too for Givenchy. Their influence is so huge at this moment that every big fashion house wants them. I think Europe, or at least a big part of it, is finally acknowledging it too. Untill a while ago (few years) I always felt like part of Europe was not giving them the credit they deserve. So yeah I´m happy to see this.
Maybe the music business is not as huge as in the US here in Europe but the fashion industry is. So glad to have you guys here. I hope they will come more often 😄
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whatifyoulivelikethat · 3 months
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not allowed xvii, m | jjk
pairing(s): est. poly relationship – yoongi x reader x jungkook
summary: The date of Jeon Jungkook's mandatory military service is drawing close. There's a heart-to-heart... following by fucking all three holes. What? That harsh training is easier to endure when Jungkook has nice memories of his girlfriend's sweet, sweet ass.
warnings: rated M (18+) for language; JK and reader only; relationship talk; all the feels and heart eyes; smut (fem reader, all the kisses, nipple play, fingering [pussy + ass], f and m-receiving oral + face fucking, slight edging, anal doggy, vaginal penetrative sex, mentions of m-masturbation, multiple orgasms); idol!BTS - Yoongi x reader x Jungkook; reader is JK’s noona; based on real time (before 2023.12.11) this is late but I can't not send off the bunbun :D
part of ‘not allowed’ series, but can be read alone. basic summary: your bf asked JK to fuck you, twice, and then on the regular. blue haired JK. 2021 YG birthday, ‘Butter’, wiyllt remix. new skill acquired, JK’s sheer pj punishment, 2021 JK birthday, during PTD in LA, 2022 HNY, 2022 YG birthday, PTD in LV, 2022 JK birthday; 2022 Christmas, before YG's service
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“Yoongi warned me.”
“Hm?”
He didn’t have much time left. But he made time for you. He had made your favorite food (crispy samgyeopsal, hehe), bought you a gift even though you didn’t want to accept them (ended up being Google Play gift cards, which you gladly accepted; however, they came with a stipulation – “you better buy all of my and SUGA-hyung’s in-game outfits with this”), and made you take off your shirt (???????) to yank one of his white Calvin Klein t-shirts over your head. You always refused physical items from him. After all, you didn’t date him for the money, plus you didn’t want anyone to notice that you had any lavish gifts. They would think you had a suga daddy or something.
Hehe.
“Noona, it’s a t-shirt. Most people can afford a Calvin Klein t-shirt. Why do you think I accepted the campaign?”
“So you could be shirtless for a reason?”
“Hey!”
“Hmm, all for ARMY, huh?”
“That includes you too, you know.”
You had grinned at Jeon Jungkook then and, just this once, you accepted his gifts. He had smiled back with those round cheeks, bright white teeth, sparkling eyes, and a newly bald head. It was a strange look to see him in, but he made it amusing, joking about it all night, not addressing the why even though you both knew the part of life that was yet to come. He puffed his chest, shirtless, and jokingly pumped up his muscles.
“You remind me of The Rock right now,” you quipped.
His head tilted in confusion. “Eh?”
You pulled up a photo of Dawyne Johnson. “I expect your biceps to be this big after eighteen months.”
“Woah! That’s impossible!”
“Just imagine ARMY’s faces when you show up at the first concert as buff as The Rock. Still bald,” you laughed good-naturedly, setting your phone down. “We gotta pick someone to People’s Elbow.”
“Seokjin-hyung would never agree.”
“You said it, not me.”
Jungkook was laughing with you. It slowly died out, your smile remaining, and he was smiling back. You had noticed this feeling all night. Something weighing on him even though he was trying to be as normal as possible. It suddenly occurred to you that you were in a unique position now. You always had to hide your true emotions about Min Yoongi and Jeon Jungkook, staying silent until you were behind closed doors and only in their presence. After all, who would understand the love between you and two men, let alone two of the most talented and most famous world-class superstars of BTS? You could confide in no one. But now, everyone knew the timeline of their service to their country. It would not be strange for you to say out loud, in public, that you missed them being around.
It was…
Comforting.
Just knowing that you could say it out loud and people would likely say, me too, even if no one really knew what you truly meant.
Those big brown eyes searched your face. You smiled softly at him and didn’t back away, letting him find what he needed. You knew Jungkook wanted to say something, but you didn’t press for it. He would tell you on his own time. He was always like that.
“Yoongi warned me.”
You paused. “Hm?”
He came closer and held your shoulders. You looked up, seeing the infinite sky and the endless universe in those eyes. The strangest adjustment for you was not the hair but the lack of piercings. They had remained constant (or as constant as Jungkook had allowed, heh) even when his hair changed. He had removed all of them now, leaving only earrings in his lower earlobe that he would have to eventually have to remove too. Still, it was the same person looking back at you. No matter how many years passed, no matter how much his appearance changed, the pureness of his emotions always shone through those big peepers.
The original Magic Shop was that big heart of his, after all.
He made wishes come true all the time.
“I’m not… good at speaking or anything…” Jungkook mumbled, chewing the left side of his lower lip, exposing that familiar and well-loved underlip mole. He always started off with that. You didn’t interrupt even though you wanted to tell him he was always super obvious to read. Especially to you. “I… I wished I spent more time with you.”
You stilled, not expecting that. “Well, you know I understand–”
Jungkook smiled and shook you a little, telling you to shut up. You only did because of the faint sadness in his expression. “That’s what Yoongi-hyung warned me about. That you would understand. That you would always understand, no matter what. But, still… I know, I spent a lot of this year working on my album and flying to places and trying new things and recording content I knew ARMY would like. I really wanted to prepare stuff everyone could enjoy while we were gone.”
You chuckled. “Am I not included in that? You just said so earlier.”
He stubbornly shook his head. “You are different, noona. There are not enough hours for all the time I want to spend with you.”
You waited for him to look back to you again. He looked apologetic. He had run out of time. There was no one more time. But he never needed to give you more. You had always been grateful for every second, every minute, every hour that he gave you.
“Any time with you is enough for me, Jungkook.”
He held you tight.
“But it’s not enough for me.”
He was holding onto your shoulders very firmly. You could tell he did not want to cry. You gave him a moment to breathe. He blinked hard and swallowed, letting out a heavy exhale, expansive eyes full of glistening stars.
“I know you’ll be fine, noona.”
He tiled his head down, leaning his forehead against yours, and there were no shadows of his hair, just soft warm light all around.
“I have saved thousands of photos,” you murmured, and he cracked a smile. “And I’ll definitely still see your face all over Korea. I won’t be able to escape you, I promise.”
He stared into your eyes.
“You’re the strongest person I know.”
You closed your eyes and breathed in, imprinting Jungkook’s clean scent into your memory.
“Even stronger than Yoongi,” he whispered, and you imprinted his voice into your memory too, even though you already had many of his words archived already.
“Don’t let him know you said that,” you whispered back. “He’ll get sulky.”
His breath trembled against your lips.
“But I won’t be fine knowing I should have done more.”
You reached up and wrapped your arms around him, hooking your hands behind his shoulders.
“There is no should here. And you are stronger than you know. You’ll be golden, my love.”
You used to only use that for Yoongi. You both mostly hated pet names. Somehow, my love snuck its way in there. It was never used lightly. There was weight to it. And now you used it for Jungkook, in the same tone, with the same softness. My love. Every time you felt him shiver and hold you tighter. Tilted his head to close the distance. You kissed him back, letting it linger, letting it take shape as a core memory. You let him be the one to break it. You let him take one of your hands and hold it up to his, palm to palm, fingertips touching.
He looked down at your joined touch for a moment.
At the same time, your fingers and his fingers curled forward and interlocked.
“Hyung and I are lucky to have you.”
“Dunno, sometimes my jokes aren’t smooth like butter.”
Jungkook squeezed your hand tighter, chuckling lightly. “You know what I mean, noona.”
“Do I?”
Then he surprised you.
“I’ve never heard you complain about your situation even though you had every reason and every chance to.”
He had noticed.
He really is growing up, huh?
“There’s nothing I need to complain about. I’m pretty lucky, I think,” you hummed.
“With adamant-almost-insufferable personality SUGA-hyung and very-difficult-to-handle Jungkookie?”
They were light-hearted words but the way he said it was not so. His tone indicated this was something spoken about between them. You didn’t mind it. In fact, you preferred it. Not only did they have complimentary personalities but they had someone who understood their unique situation well. But you also understood the apprehension. They had expressed it before.
“You two are my favorite challenges,” you chuckled, rubbing your nose against Jungkook’s. “Life is too boring without you.”
It had probably been a bad decision back then. After all, the agency was against Min Yoongi and you dating from the start, telling him repeatedly that romantic relationships were not allowed. But with youth and stubborn personalities came resilience. And becoming really good at lying to authority. Whoops. The agency both had to low-key accept what was going on and slowly relaxed over time. But life had other ideas to make your love life even more unconventional. And hectic.
(And loud. Jeon Jungkook was very loud.)
Of course, life was hard, but every life was. In fact, maybe challenge was the wrong word as it had possible negative connotations. The odd hours, the lost sleep, the sneaking around, the no-gifts rule, the creative dates behind closed doors – these things were a small price to pay in the light of the unbreakable connections you had between Yoongi and Jungkook.
Not one red line of fate, but two.
One silver.
One golden.
Jungkook held your face in his hands.
“ARMY is the reason I live, but you are the reason I know my heart is always safe.”
You tried not to wince and shifted your eyes from side to side. Eerily similar to a certain someone. Hard to tell if it was a habit that you picked up from Yoongi or one he had picked up from you. You could tell Jungkook was being sincere, but it was still a dramatic cheesy compliment that you weren’t used to accepting. He laughed and deliberately peppered theatrical smooches all over your face that you tried to squirm away from, successfully breaking away and starting a chase throughout his home where he would catch you and pick you up to yell that he loved you straight into your ear, followed by a kissing frenzy. You would temporarily lose hearing and wiggle away to start the cycle all over again, knowing full well that you couldn’t run faster than him. Maybe something to think about for the new year.
In those moments, everything was perfect.
In those moments, the world was only you and him.
In those moments, no one could break the wholeness between you and him.
No one but time.
You both tumbled into his bed, laughing, childish, holding onto each other. Somehow, your hand landed on his waist and his ended up in your hair, playing with it, and Jungkook asked you how you did it.
“Do what?” you teased with a smirk.
“I sometimes think about if I could love someone else, but I really can’t,” Jungkook frowned, running his fingertips over your temple. “I just get obsessed and can’t stop.”
“Oh, I know.”
Everyone knew that, keke.
“I got jealous of hyung, really,” he admitted. “Not only because he had you, but because it seemed to work so well. And then it turns out that you guys really are perfect.”
You rolled your eyes. “We’re not perfect–”
“It made me love you even more,” Jungkook continued, talking over you. “You pair with him so well. You pair with me well. You’ve always listened to me. Really paid attention. You know what I want before I say anything. You sometimes even know how I feel before I know. You know everything.”
“I definitely don’t know everything,” you scoffed. “Stop making stuff up.”
“And you never get mad at me.”
You shrugged. “The trick is to always be mad.”
“Hey!”
You grinned. Softened a bit when you saw his narrowed eyes and pout.
“Life’s too short to be mad at you.”
Jungkook’s expression changed at your words.
“When you’re young, you think you have all the time in the world, but that’s not true,” you sighed, remembering how it was. “Time is finite. Why waste it letting things pile up and be resentful? It is better to know yourself, to articulate how you feel, and to approach problems with confidence that you can solve them. There are things people can do and things people can’t. Even if… Even if things don’t work out tomorrow, I will have lived knowing I did what made me happy and knowing I did everything I could to make you happy.”
You squeezed his waist and exhaled softly.
“Maybe I can’t do that forever. But is that a reason to stop? I don’t think so. So what if people think it’s wrong? So what if people don’t believe in my heart? So what if they think it can’t be done? Wrongness is not as easy to define as people would like it to be. I only need you and Yoongi to believe in my heart for it to be true, and my toxic trait has always been that I think I can do anything, hah…”
A year and a half was a short time. And a long time, perhaps, but dedication and loyalty were always the foundation you built these precious feelings on. Maybe it wasn’t very romantic to rely on your stubbornness to stay in love, but it did help keep promises.
“You ask me, how do I do it?”
You had hesitated in the beginning not for your sake, but theirs. It was hard to live complicated. It was harder to love in a complicated way. It was impossible made possible through sheer determination, and maybe everything would become more impossible in the future, but it would be disingenuous to right now if you let those worries consume you, and it was important to you for your love to know that every moment with them was never taken for granted. As long as you made that promise, you would spare no expense.
The only way to do that was to, of course, live like that.
“I love you because I want to, with everything I have. And I will never make a promise I don’t intend to keep.”
Jungkook stared at you with awe.
“You’re so cool, noona.”
You half-smiled. Not denying it. “Can you tell Yoongi that so he stops disagreeing with me?”
He grinned mischievously. “He actually thinks you’re really cool too, but he didn’t want me to tell you that.”
“That punk–”
Words fell away. You wouldn’t say the conversation was surprising, but you hadn’t expected that level of depth. You appreciated it. Maybe it had been Yoongi’s idea, but it had been up to Jungkook to vocalize it. You understood that it meant a lot to him who thought he wasn’t elegant in his communication. He didn’t have to worry though. You could feel his sincerity in other ways. In the way he looked at you, turning to lift himself over your body, fitting his hand over your wrist above your head. You shifted to be on your back, looking back with a playful smile. In the way he leaned in and kissed you. In the way his free hand grazed the hem of the t-shirt and slid over your skin.
He showed rather than told.
So show me.
You felt him whimper into the kiss as your tongue slid against his. Felt the shiver of desire as his thumb grazed over your nipple and his fingers close in around your breast. You smiled against his lips. Nothing had changed since the first time. Jungkook still touched you with the same earnestness, the same unflinching lust, pushing away your clothes with the same frustration, as if they personally offended him by existing. But he was different too, savoring the moment, letting his hot exhale wash over you, kissing down your neck in the way you liked, sliding his arms under you so he could dig his short nails into your back and make your spine arc and your chest press against his, his teeth biting into the curve of your shoulder and sucking hard.
You gasped, gripping his shoulder tightly.
His forearms tensed against your back, kissing back up to your ear and biting down just under it, leaving his marks on your skin, your pulse thundering under his devouring lips.
Good thing winter called for turtlenecks and scarves.
You looked down at him when Jungkook scooted back and licked up the center of your torso, slow and dripping saliva, feeling the heat and wetness and possessiveness in the action, opening his eyes slowly as he lifted his head from your cleavage, those brown irises dark and heavy with desire.
“The baldness makes it feel like I’m sexing up a stranger,” you admitted with a snicker.
He glared. “Shuddup. I’m tryin’ to be sexy here.” His Busan satoori came out more when he was done with your bullshit.
“Keep trying. It’s fun,” you cheerfully remarked.
What?
It was fun to annoy him. It worked too, for his anxious need to make this a perfect moment dropped and was superseded by raw emotion and carnal need. He dropped his head and worked his mouth all over your breasts. Lips, tongue, teeth. Your breath caught in your throat, back arching, sparks over your skin, and his arms pulled out from under you. He gripped your thighs, curling his tongue around your hard nipples and making you moan from his mouth. Flaring his tongue over one, pushing it around, sucking, then moving to the other, sinking his fingers into your thighs, groaning as your hands encircled his head and pushed him closer, more, your head pressed to the soft pillows he always brought out when you stayed over.
Jungkook’s usual sleeping pillow was not optimal for fucking.
Facts were facts.
(You still didn’t understand how he was comfortable on that cylinder but he was one of the seven wonders of the world. The other six being the rest of BTS, of course.)
It was never about what, but how.
It was never about who he was, but about who he was with you.
He kissed up your collarbones, leaving your skin tingling with the strange sensation of missing lip rings. His fingers dipping inwards, your thumbs prickled by his short hair, and your eyes connected as his fingertips slipped under your panties, stroking your wet slit, shuddering as he felt your heat while basking in the heat of your gaze, stilling your inhale.
The moment settled into memory.
Burned.
He pushed two fingers inside you and your moans were cut off by his lips, roughly kissing you as your hips rose and your pussy locked around him, closing your eyes to turn low-lit reality into a continuous dream. One of your hands sliding down and into his pants, cupping your palm around his erection still constricted by his boxer briefs. Creating a rhythm, his fingers pushing in, your erratic breath making his, rubbing his hardness with each wave of pleasure, feeling the fervor build between bodies, layer by layer, the physicality becoming more intense with the depth of emotion, deeper, his cock throbbing under your touch, catching his tongue, feeling his saliva mix with yours and trickle down your throat.
Pleasure seeping into every fiber of your being.
“J… Jungkook…”
He ducked his head, your hand falling out of his pants, but your protest was cut off by the overwhelming ecstasy of his lips around your nipple once again, flicking it with his tongue, fucking you with more force, and your hips matched his pace, your head tipping back, throat exposed to the air, unafraid, moaning to the ceiling, close, closer, there.
Gasping sharply, and your walls clenched around his fingers, spasming, the heavy and sweet scent of sex bursting into the air, coating his fingers, sticking to your thighs, racing electricity up your stomach and into your lungs, the orgasm leaving you shockingly breathless.
Then your eyes rolled up into your head when Jungkook pushed himself down the bed, peeling your soaked panties down your legs, and he shoved his face between your legs, moaning hotly when his tongue met slick skin, your hands immediately gripping the sheets, your hips bucking into his face, ravenous for the sensation of circling tongue and soft lips, your eyelids fluttering as your swollen clit pulsed against wet muscle.
“F-Fuck…”
It wasn’t elegant but it felt fucking good. Your legs hooked around his shoulders and Jungkook lifted your lower body, his strong hands squeezing your ass, thumbs pressing in and spreading out your holes to give his greedy mouth more access while your thighs suffocated him, your palm pushing down on the crown of his head, shuddering as his tongue circled your trembling pussy.
He sucked up your cum.
Eyes opening and directly looking up at you.
You dug your fingertips into his head and fucked his face.
His eyes rolled back and he thrust his tongue into you, moaning again into your wet heat as you flexed around it, and then he shoved his thumb into your tight ass. Thankfully you had come prepared (and knowing him too well), so it didn’t surprise you, although you were a bit amused at his audacity. It was easy to forget about though, especially when his lips sealed around your clit, licking fervently. His thumb began to push in and out, in, out, his muffled groans vibrating through your core, fingering your ass while sucking your engorged clit. You would think he wouldn’t dare without checking with you first. Then again, he told you all the time to let him in your ass.
He was lucky you had foresight.
He was also right, though, because clearly you were letting him do whatever he wanted and enjoying it.
Hah.
You came again, hard, all the blood rushing to your head and gasping for air.
“Oh? It’s clean.”
“Yeah, something told me you’d try and go for the ass tonight,” you chuckled between pants, only to lose all breath once more as Jungkook planted his knee above your shoulder, mysteriously missing pants and underwear somehow (the spedy efficiency he was capable of when horny was remarkable), pushing down the dark red head of his stiff cock onto your open mouth, shifting his leg as you expertly adjusted your hair out of the way.
You raised an eyebrow at him but all Jungkook did was throw his head back and moan as your tongue wrapped around his girth, molding your mouth around him. His hips flicked forward, and you had the angle, swallowing him deep in your throat, deep enough for your lips to press against the base, his balls smacking into your chin. The tip of your tongue slid out and licked them. He groaned, low and erotic, slowly fucking your face, his pitch hiking as your tongue ran up to the thin skin under the head and down to his balls, smoothly not missing a beat as he dictated the pace. He didn’t touch your head, giving you the chance to move away if it was too much, but he didn’t have to worry. He was getting harder and thicker with this steady pace, his length twitching wildly between your lips, giving you all the control in the world, tilting your head to keep it at the perfect angle, curling your tongue to the underside of his cock to press it to the roof of your mouth and down your throat, anchoring yourself with your hands clutching his hard thighs, his girth stretching you out.
A desperate whine above you and he slowed, almost to full stop.
“N-No… w-wait…”
You calmly continued to move your head back and forth, leisurely, your lips pressed against the base of the head, licking around and around, flaring the slit with the tip of your tongue, his strong flavor invading your taste buds.
His hips nearly buckled and Jungkook cried out, tapping your upper arm hurriedly.
“I… I w-want to fuck your ass…”
Oh.
So that was why he wanted to be as hard as possible.
“You act like I’m gonna let you do anything you want,” you fake complained, choosing to roll onto your elbows after he backed up. Hey, you were going to picking the position here, even if you were succumbing to all his wants. Once again you guessed right. You looked back to see sweat glistening on Jungkook’s collarbones and his wide eyes honed in onto your perky round ass bouncing in the air, on your knees with your chest against the mattress. He carelessly dumped the hand towel back onto the nightstand and ripped open the condom, oblivious to you witnessing his hard dick bobbing up and down in the air as he climbed back onto the bed.
This guy was spacing out staring at your butt.
“Hey, I’m still here,” you joked.
“Uh huh,” was his distracted reply.
You turned back to face forward as his expression disappeared behind you, half-amused but not offended by his one-track mind. You figured he was busy carefully rolling down the condom until you felt his thumb once again press into your tight ring of muscle and heard him moan as he sank inside.
Um.
“Fuck, it’s so tight and so soft inside you…”
While you appreciated his complimenting observations, some warning would have been nice, but, then again, who cared about that, certainly not you as you gripped his sheets and survived on shallow breath and the repeated shallow fullness, in, out, in, out, this time using more force and stretching you out, acutely aware of Jungkook watching your body’s reaction in fascination, his rough pants deepening, hauling himself up.
Forget it.
You didn’t want any warning.
He pulled his thumb out and replaced it with his cock, bottoming out right away.
You clenched your jaw and felt your core tighten involuntarily, his wanton moan striking the air, somehow remembering not to move for a second despite you knowing that he desperately wanted to, his entire body trembling as he gripped your hips. There was a dull ache, of course. His fully hard cock was a lot bigger than a finger, but you knew what was about to happen, experience helping you relax, and then you snapped your ass into his crotch.
Which meant, fuck me.
Pussy dripping, ass full, face down into the sheets that smelled just like him, you pushing back as he thrust into you, any pain fading into a heady euphoric state that was inescapable, overwhelming, unforgettable, his grasp imprinted onto your skin, loud smacks melting into the air filled with your joined, unashamed moans, both giving pleasure as much as receiving it. Sensations piling on sensations, everything you wanted and more. Everything he wanted and more, fuck, I love your ass, probably because you didn’t have as much control over him as you did with your pussy, damn, maybe he was smarter than you thought, gasping as you dropped your torso lower to give his cock a more comfortable angle.
“N-Not fair, y-you can’t go low like that…”
You would have replied, oh yes I can, but you were face-first into his bed getting fucked in the ass, being pounded so hard that even your thighs were shaking, so you only focused on what little breathing you could do, although you did evilly snicker in between thin inhales.
You heard a disapproving huff behind you.
Oop, he heard you.
His grip on your hips tightened and you barely had time to gasp before he slammed into you, deliberate and rough and focusing on giving it to you as hard as he could without cumming too fast. You could tell because his noises were turning into stifled grunts, probably biting down on his lower lip, but then again there wasn’t much you could do to go against what you enjoyed most. Pure, intense fucking, digging the base of your palms into his mattress and throwing your head back, driven by his pace and the rapturous passion, your leaking pussy throbbing with need, filled up in other ways, pulse roaring in your ears and pushed to the brink of tension, deep inside, his name tumbling from your mouth, drawn-out and shaken, your core clenching, adrenaline striking to a feverish high.
Jungkook choked on your name, losing control faster than he could speak.
He came hard and with a tangible jerk that you could feel, even within you, and the thought and sensation sent you over the edge, burying your face into the pillows and letting out a wanton string of curses, powerful pulsations shuddering up your spine, so intense it was nearly an out-of-body experience, heart beating so hard and so fast that you felt like it was going to leap out of your throat.
Well, shit.
Maybe your age was catching up to you.
No time to worry about that though, because the most awkward sound came out of you after Jungkook pulled out with a shuddering gasp.
“Uh…”
“Damn, that’s hot.”
You shot him a look.
Jungkook was sweaty, panting, and pointedly stared back at you, brows furrowed and eyes big, very serious and twice as defiant. “What?! I don’t give a fuck. It means I fucked you so well your body can’t help it but make embarrassing noises.”
You were speechless.
Well, he was kind of right and also kind of wrong (gravity and displacement and other various scientific explanations), and strangely sweet for not making you feel bad about it, but also… what the fuck? How are you supposed to respond to that? You gawked at him, scooting to the edge of the bed, intending to leave as he peeled off the used condom and threw it in the trash, but then he blocked you and pushed you back down, unmoving hand on your stomach.
“Um…”
Your legs dangled off the edge of the bed.
“I didn’t say you could go,” Jungkook huffed, narrowing his eyes.
“Well, I wasn’t asking for permission–”
His hard dick smacked your thigh, smearing the remnants of lube and cum onto your skin.
“Hey!”
Then you realized he was holding up another condom in his free hand. Menacingly. Er, would be if he wasn’t so cute. You raised your eyebrows at his stern face, not intimidated in the slightest, but apparently Jungkook didn’t care.
“I want to feel all three of your holes before I go serve my country.”
You blinked slowly.
Was this guy for real?
“Ah, hmmm, I mean I would have let you even without that milestone – woah!”
Despite your (pretend) protests, you weren’t opposed to the back-to-back-to-back nature of each hole being used. Impressed, even, that he planned(?) this, willingly letting yourself be yanked to the edge of the bed with your legs open and propping yourself onto your elbows to watch him roll down the condom on his once-again hard cock. Driven by his insatiable horniness (relatable). You then looked back up to his face, trying not smirk at how sweaty he was.
Failing, obviously.
Jungkook lined up and then glanced at you, realizing your attention on him.
His gaze darkened, turning sly.
“Don’t look so smug, noona.”
“Who, me–?”
Then you choked on your words as he thrust into you with one swift stroke. Unlike your ass, Jungkook knew he didn’t have to wait with your pussy – you had already cum twice and truly loved the tightness that you gripped him with – so he lifted one of your legs and pressed it to his chest, snapping his hips into you over and over, looking down at you. Your body reacted accordingly, back arching, arms outstretched and clawing at the sheets, shallow breath, heatedly staring back at him.
There was a very brief power struggle in which both of you tried to silently assert dominance.
Brief because suddenly neither of you gave a shit. Too lost in the lust. Your other leg wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, and Jungkook fell forward, catching himself with his right hand and still clutching your leg, fucking you harder. Locking eyes. The love in them so real that they glistened, and you held onto his arm tightly, your touch alone reminding him you were always with him, bodies moving in unison, breathless and sharing oxygen, the corner of your lips rising.
Jungkook smiled back.
It would have been chaste if he wasn’t ramming you into the edge of his bed.
His inhale caught and so did yours, realizing you must have shifted your hips slightly, making the angle suddenly perfect, right there, that depth he loved and that spot that scattered all your thoughts, trapping you and him in entangled limbs, chasing the tightness, the heat, the physical overtaking everything. So hard, so solid, his taste still lingering on your tongue, his lips gasping your name, your walls squeezing his length and drawing him in, closer, fuck, I love you, his sweat sticking to your thigh and calf, I love you too, o-oh, you feel so fucking good, and you lifted your body as much as you could to meet his and Jungkook pressed down, his heavy body burning with passion, wanting to feel more too.
You shuddered and your head tipped back.
He groaned, gravelly and hoarse, smacking his hips into your throbbing pussy, and you felt his orgasm after your own, maybe even stronger than before, his cock twitching in your constricting, flinching inner walls, strongly massaging him through his high, digging your nails into his tattooed forearm and hoping no one would notice the marks. Wave after uncontrollable wave, closing your eyes to savor it, inhaling his familiar scent mixed with sex and sweat.
The afterglow lingered.
Jungkook rested his forehead on your breasts, gasping for air.
You ran your fingers over his fuzzy head, breathing heavy and slowing back down to normal. Hm. Somewhat therapeutic, to be honest. You still preferred his longer hair but he pulled off the egg cut better than most. Probably because he had the cutest face ever.
“Your pussy is too good,” he mumbled.
“You lasted pretty long.”
“Not long enough,” he complained to your tits. “Let’s go again.”
“I really need to clean up. We can go again after.”
“Okay, then I’ll just follow you and jack off while you’re cleaning up.”
“That isn’t awkward at all.”
“Why would it be awkward? You look the best naked. My eyeballs and dick have to soak in every second of it.”
“… You do realize you have vacation days, right?”
But, of course, you let him do whatever he wanted, because he was Jeon Jungkook and you could never deny him. Ah, such is life. Hard, but apparently not as hard as his dick was for you.
“That’s really impressive.”
“What? You make me horny! I’m gonna go until I or he literally passes out from exhaustion.”
“Pardon?”
“You heard me, noona.”
Welp.
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Jikook Other Moments
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GCFS
GCFS
GCFT, GCFS the likelihood of Jikook being just friends
SONGS
All of my life (Park Won) - Jungkook’s cover from 27 February 2018
Jungkook’s cover of Adam Levine’s Lost Stars
Is Magic Shop about Jimin
JK’s cover to ‘Only then’
JK’s Still with you (LINK NOT WORKING)
Just because - Only then again
Your Eyes Tell
Falling
Falling too
Jikook and Lauv’s Never not - JK’s cover included
Jikook and Charlie Puth’s We don’t talk anymore
We don’t talk anymore - Jikook
Jungkook and Hate everything
Stay alive
My You
BTS and Lauv - why wasn’t ‘Who’ promoted by BH
Okey guys, we can now reveal the big secret
Is letter a song for army?
Letter - the lyrics that didn't make it
Serendipity and Letter
Bringing this back
MVS
Fire MV the making of - Jikook
BTB Coldplay X BTS ‘My Universe’ MV Shoot
BTB ‘Yet To Come (The Most Beautiful Moment)’ MV Shoot Sketch - does this ring any bells?
Yes, this does look familiar
And just in case my previous point about this moment was not understood...
More Jikookery in the Yet to come MV shoot BTB
JM loves telling us JK is handsome
AIRPORT
Leaving for LA 17 November 2021
JM & JK at the airports (NY & Seoul) September 2021
One year ago...18 September 2021
JK and JM left in separate cars
Other moments
Jikook in London
Jikook in London 2
JM staring at JK
with JK it's a matter of control
Is Jungkook being himself most with Jimin
Catalyst explained
BTS do have different work schedules at times...
And yet again in unison
JK’s film dreams fulfilled?
BTB Bad decisions recording sketch
When Jikook are not sat together in lives
Jikook hesitation to touch
Jikook selfie
Jikook selfie 18 September 2021
They are happy
Jikook are not Romeo and Juliet (the tragedy)
Jungkook calling JM handsome
BTB 28 October 2021 - BTS visit to the UN
Love yourself 4 year anniversary
[BANGTAN BOMB] Meeting with Megan Thee Stallion - BTS - 8 November 2021
Jikook at the concert
Look familiar?
Jikook at the concert  Link 5; Link 6
Beautiful beach photo
JK is a romantic at heart
April fool’s 2022 from LV - enjoy while it lasts
JK being as bold as shit on his IG story 2022
JK has grown and matured so much
Are Jikook different now days?
JK IG story 29 April 2022
JK being JM’s copycat all the way
BTS Proof live photo sketch
Jikook at Hobi’s Jack in the box party
Big hit Global auditions 2022 (BTS) message
BTS message on DisneyPlusHotstar
Jack in the box party - BTB
More from the Jack in the box BTB
The way I see it...(photo folios)
Jikook at the white house - BTB
Happy Chuseok
Run BTS dance practice
BT21 have you ever seen something so cute?
Naver new article - Title look familiar?
JM now fulfilling the dreams of some super lucky fans
BTB Hobi Entrance Ceremony with BTS
BTB Hobi enlistment translation of JM-JK moment
BT21 Chimmy's red undies
Magnate cafe IG 26.4.2023
Time to wrap up and close shop
The Jikook/JK/JM allies
Letter again
Serendipity is now the preface and Letter is the forever
Did RM just show us he's working out with Jikook?
Dear.Army
Do I need to say anymore?
Once again they do this
Jikook June 2023 posts, Still with you and the numbers
Dear.Army again
JM playing the Guitar BTB
This happened
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☾ Pairing: idol!hobi x reader 
☾ Summary: You haven't seen Hobi in a few weeks. Now that you're joining him at an award show, your boyfriend wants to play.
☾ Word Count: 5,481
☾ Genre: established relationship, pwp
☾ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately. 
☾ Warnings: This is zero plot, straight porn, cursing, explicit sexual content including Use of sex toys, use of said sex toys in public, sexual acts in public (no one knows but you & hobi), voyeurism?, dom/sub dynamics with dom!hobi and sub!reader, use of 'sir' in sexual setting, oral (f. receiving), multiple / forced orgasms, orgasm control, breath play (choking), nipple play, subspace like orgasms, breeding kink, Hobi is really just a pleasure dom here tbh
☾ Published: May 29, 2022
☾ A/N: Head empty, just Hobi filth. God this man is so perfect in ever way. I genuinely don't think there is a human more beautiful. When I saw him in person at PTD LV D3 I nearly fainted. Legit just ??? why. Anyway, enough rambling - forgive any editing errors, this was originally written for my friend in third person POV and sometimes I miss tenses when editing. As you might notice - all my PWP stories have the same banners because I am LaZeEe and don't feel like making them fancier for a simple lil' one shot. I hope you have an amazing night or day wherever you are.
☾ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.
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Hoseok’s breath fanned across your throat. You could feel more than see the smile across your skin, his laughter low and vibrating through his chest, pressed up against her. Your fingers were tangled in the silky hair at the nape of his neck, gasping as his teeth nipped at the tender flesh over your pulse. His bites stung lightly but the soft swipe of his tongue was hot and soothing across the bruising skin. His fingers danced their way around your waist, dipping into the waistband of your leggings.
“You have to go get dressed,” you moaned, tilting your head back further against the door. He had pressed you against it as soon as you swiped the hotel card and walked in. He smelled freshly showered, dressed in simple sweats and a tee. He still looked delectable, more so pressed against you and groaning into your skin. “Hobi, you can’t get behind schedule. You’re lucky management let me come tonight.”
Hoseok hummed, burying his face in your neck. You smiled, fingers pulling him closer to you, a contrast to your words. 
It had been a little over two weeks since you had seen him and even though you hated award shows, you were there. You weren’t a fan of the cameras flashing, the hundreds of members of the press pushing up against every corner of the building and the general authenticity of the entire affair. 
But Hoseok wanted you there, and what he wanted he got. 
You were drawn to Hoseok like Icarus to the sun, yet he had yet to burn you. You knew he never would. 
Groaning, Hoseok placed a gentle kiss on your lips. He rested his forehead against yours, brown eyes swimming as he grinned at you. Just the gaze he pinned you with made your stomach twist with heat. His voice was soft as he whispered, “I’m happy you're here.”
“I am too. I missed you.” 
He rolled his hips gently into yours, making you sigh in delight as you felt just how much he missed you, cock already hard in his sweatpants. You wanted nothing more than to slide your delicate hand down his stomach, tracing the soft and hard planes of his body until you wrapped your hand around his velvety shaft.
They didn’t didn’t have time for that. And you still smelled like an airport. 
“I missed you too,” he kissed you briefly again, his lips soft and gentle. His nose rested alongside yours as he continued to nuzzle her. “Alright, I’m going to go get ready.”
-
Alone in the hotel room, you were left to your own devices to shower and get dressed. You were surprised when one of the stylists stuck her head in and asked if you wanted assistance - you were still incredibly uncomfortable and confused at the process of benign acknowledged and taken care of by Hoseok’s label.
It had been difficult at first. Befriending someone who belonged to the largest music group in the world was already difficult. Dating them had been an entirely new ballgame of struggles, problem solving and accommodating. You and Hoseok figured it out - he had been adamant on that. He wasn’t giving up just because it was difficult, and he promised to take care of the business side of things. 
And he had. 
He was always the rule breaker in your relationship. He took you on dates when he was supposed to keep you behind closed doors. He took pictures with you and kept them in visible spaces when he wasn’t supposed to. He actively was seen buying you gifts.
When you had first panicked at Hoseok’s defiance, you insisted that management would punish him. In a rare display of aggression, he assured you there was nothing they could do. What could they do? Remove one of the most successful members from a very famous group? No, it wouldn’t do. 
So management adjusted and things went on. 
Now, you were privy to some perks. You tentatively accepted the help, a little helpless at what to do with your hair. The stylist was sweet, giving you day-to-day tips and showing you a few tricks that were incredibly useful in general.
When you were finished, she bowed quickly and left you to slip into your dress. You walked out of the room heading toward the garment bag on the couch.
The breath vanished from your lungs. Hoseok was leaning against the wall a few feet away from you, one hand tucked into the pockets of his suit, the other behind his back. His dark hair was slicked out of his face, two pieces hanging loose on his forehead. You immediately wanted to comb your fingers through his hair and feel how soft it was between your fingers. 
You wanted to grip his hair the way you did when he was between your legs. 
Hoseok seemed to know exactly where your mind went. He smirked at you, looking you up and down. The heat of his gaze warmed you in the pit of her stomach and you knew that within moments he had made you wet just by looking at you.
Hoseok had that effect every fucking time. 
“I have a present for you.” His dulcet voice was low. “I want you to wear it tonight.” 
“Ooo.” You padded over to him. “Is it a pretty necklace? I like shiney.”
His wicked grin made your thighs clench as he revealed a matte black, box wrapped with a satin, black ribbon. It was too large to be a piece of jewelry and the Cheshire Cat smile unnerved you. You narrowed your eyes, taking the box carefully from him. His eyes were sparkling as you sat on the arm of the couch.
Your fingers slid under the ribbon, the silk hissing under your touch as you pulled at it. The ribbons fell away softly and you lifted the lid. The wrapping was soft and black. There was a single pearlescent sticker keeping the wrapping closed, La Perla written across it. Your brows shot up. Expensive lingerie was not what you had been expecting. 
Glancing at Hoseok, you delicately popped the seal and unwrapped the soft tissue paper. A pair of black lace underwear were folded neatly in the box. The lace was entirely see through. You chewed at your bottom lip as you unfolded the silky material, feeling the way it slipped between your fingers. You tilted your head to the side, feeling a heaviness at its center. 
Heat flooded through your cheeks and neck. Nestled in the delicate crotch of the underwear was a grooved piece of silicone, making your head tilt to the side. You ran your pointer finger across it and almost gasped when it buzzed to life, making your eyes snap up to Hoseok.
A phone was in his hand and the grin on his face had spread, his eyes dark. You glanced from the underwear vibrating happily in your hand and his phone. He tracked the movement like a predator. “I want you to wear these tonight, baby.”
“At the awards?” You squeaked.
He nodded. “I haven’t seen you in a while. I want to play.” 
You visibly shivered as you stood up, vibrating panties still in hand. “I didn’t know La Perla made sex toys.”
“I had them custom made.”
“For this occasion specifically?”
He shrugged. “I like the thought of my girl being able to feel me wherever I am. I can control it anywhere.” He glanced at the Rolex on his wrist and tapped the face. “Running out of time, baby girl. Get dressed, I’ll wait for you.”
“Can you help me instead?”
Hoseok was off the wall and in front of you in moments, his hands on your waist. He kissed your jaw, your throat, your collarbones. “I thought you’d never ask.”
Your skin was warm and sparking as Hoseok’s hands moved all over you. It felt like his hands were everywhere at once. He pulled the shirt slowly off of you and over your head by the hem, revealing your bra and goosebump covered flesh. His hands were reverent as he ducked his head again, kissing your shoulders and sternum as his fingers slowly pulled your leggings down. 
Tilting her head back, you closed your eyes as you stepped out of your pants, Hoseok’s gentle hands guiding you. You could feel his breath on your hip as he remained kneeling in front of you. He kissed your hip bone and a moan escaped from your mouth, making him chuckle directly against your skin. 
With measured movements, Hoseok pulled the sides of your underwear down. You shivered again as his breath hit you between the legs. He groaned as he slid the underwear down. Before you could step out of them, Hoseok ducked forward, tongue swiping right up your dripping pussy. 
You nearly shouted in surprise and pleasure. Hoseok laughed again, lifting you by the ankles to step out of the underwear. “Sorry,” he groaned. “Wanted a taste. You’re so fucking wet baby. Gonna soak through these panties for me tonight before I can even touch you?”
“Yes,” you managed to get out, shuddering. “I think so.”
“Good. You’ll be ready for me to fuck you into the early hours of the morning. I haven’t tasted this pretty pussy in weeks. I’m starving.”
“Are you sure we have to go to the awards?” 
Hoseok had the vibrating panties in his hand and guided you by the ankles to step into them. His touch was hot as he pulled them up your legs, settling them into place. You glanced down at the sinful sight in front of her, Hoseok fully dressed in his fine suit on his knees for you. Fuck.
The small device felt strange and foreign against your slick folds. You wiggled a little bit, earning a light spank from Hoseok on your ass. You squeaked as he laughed, standing to wrap his arms around your throat softly, pulling you in for a searing kiss. You could taste the small lick of arousal on his tongue, heady and hypnotizing. 
With deliberate softness, Hoseok helped you slide the emerald gown up your body. It was made of stunning velvet, clinging to every curve. There was a dangerous slit cutting up your leg, showing off your toned calves and sliver of soft thigh. Hoseok deftly pulled the zipper up your back, making sure to touch every part of your spine before finishing with a kiss to the back of your neck.
“If you don’t want to go, say the word,” he whispered.
“I was kidding.”
“I’m not. If you didn’t want to go I wouldn’t. We could stay in my room all night and I would make you cum several times before I took off this delightful dress.”
“We have to go.”
“I don’t care. Say the word and we stay.”
You turned in the circle of his arms. “Of course we’re going.” You placed a chaste kiss on his lips. “Come on, we’re going to be late.”
-
With the crush of people, sounds and lights flashing, you almost wish you had asked to stay at the hotel. You shoved aside the thought quickly. You would never do that in a million years. Not only would you never ask Hoseok to sacrifice something at work for you, but you loved seeing him in his element. 
The carpet experience was a series of repetitions. Walk for a bit, smile with him as his date, step to the side with a handler while the group took pictures together. You were grateful that the team was close knit and full of carefully vetted employees that had been with the team for years. The handlers and staff were always familiar faces that you could find some comfort in.
You were nearing the end of the carpet when the first jolt of vibrations hit you. You gasped and nearly doubled over in surprise. A staff member went to you immediately, asking if you were okay. You straightened immediately, a flush blooming through your neck as you whipped your head to Hoseok. He wasn’t looking at you, but his hand was in his pocket as they spoke to an interviewer.
It was hard to focus. Your thighs were trembling, white hot pleasure humming through you. You knew it was on a low setting and it didn’t matter. You were clenching your fists and every muscle in your body was screaming as you flexed, trying to control your breathing despite the fact that your stomach was flipping. 
It only lasted about a minute. A minute of searing heat rippling through you. A minute of trying not to pant in front of others. You shifted back and forth in your heels, mouth parted slightly as you tried to even your breathing. You had no idea how you were going to make it through the night. 
The moment the vibrations stopped, you were both relieved and groaning internally. It felt amazing, and knowing that Hoseok had been doing that, picturing the way he pleasured you in the middle of a live interview did things for your mind. 
Joining him and heading inside, you squeezed Hoseok’s bicep in mock anger, eyes narrowed. He gave you a cocky grin. “You’re flushed, baby girl.”
“Am I? Hadn’t noticed.”
“Oh really? Should I have done a better job?”
You grabbed a flute of water as a server walked by. “I haven’t the slightest idea what you’re talking about.”
Hoseok’s breath was hot as he leaned down to your ear. “You are on dangerous grounds, baby girl.” 
You nearly squeaked. Instead you shut her mouth, knowing that if you started to toe the line when Hoseok was this domineering that you were asking to be edged for hours instead of edged once or twice before Hoseok worshiped every inch of you. He would never let you go without cumming, but your behavior was the difference between cumming once and multiple times. 
You settled in your seats neatly, pressed close to Hoseok. You were on edge, constantly glancing at him to try and predict the next onslaught of pleasure. You were tense in your seat as he rubbed your thigh absently, hardly watching the first few performances. Every time the lights dropped and a performer came on, you were sure it would happen. You were sure he’d flip the switch.
He didn’t. 
Hoseok stood as a stagehand came for them. They were performing early in the night. He stood and bent down to kiss her. “Be a good girl for me.” He smiled. “And don’t you dare cum without me here.” 
His reasoning for the warning came ten minutes later. The moment they were announced for their performance, the underwear turned on. You sank into her seat. The vibrations were considerably higher this time, nearly making you moan out loud. He expected you to be able to last the entire song without cumming? 
You tried to catch your breath as they took the stage but you could barely hear the song.Your blood was roaring in your ears. You thankfully could relieve some tension shifting from side to side in what looked like very poorly choreographed dancing, but was in fact shifting the underwear back and forth to relieve your clit for a moment of respite. 
By the time Hoseok got off the stage and flipped the switch, you were collapsing against her seat covered in a sheen of sweat. Your thighs felt like they were melting and you could now feel your wetness completely ruining what you were sure was four-hundred dollar underwear. 
When Hoseok returned, your eyes were half-lidded and your hand was shaking. He kissed you gently, wrapping an arm around you and pressing her to his side. He kissed your ear and whispered, “Did baby cum?”
“N-no.”
“Good, I wanted to watch you.” Your eyes widened as his hand slipped in his pocket and flicked the vibrator on. Your fingers dug into his thighs and you bit down on her lip, almost hard enough to draw blood. “Be a good girl and stay quiet for me, okay? You can cum now but not again until later when I play with you. Okay?”
You didn’t have a response. You nodded your head. He hummed in response and tilted your head so that it was resting on his shoulder. Anyone could look at you and see them as a loving couple, a boyfriend letting his tired girlfriend lay on his shoulder. In reality, you was clenching your teeth and clinging to him for dear fucking life. 
It was nearly impossible not to rock your hips. Especially as Hoseok palmed your thigh and whispered into your ear. Yeah? Does that feel good? Is my baby gonna cum right here in front of hundreds of people? Yes. you certainly were. You look so fucking hot baby. Wish you were saying ‘yes sir’ while cumming on my tongue? God. So that’s the mood he was in tonight. He had yet to make you call him ‘sir’, but he was riled now. You could see it in the way he eyed you hungrily. 
“I-I’m gonna-“ your whisper broke off as your head sagged. Your gut was clenching and if you looked down at your heels, you knew your toes would be curled.
“Cum for me, baby,” Hoseok whispered, fingers digging into your thigh.
You almost let out a loud, untethered moan as your orgasm burned through you. You were shaking in the seat. You didn’t care if anyone saw you now. You were unable to do anything about it as you ruined the nice black panties that Hoseok bought you, trembling in the seat next to him as he coaxed you through your first orgasm for the night. 
The vibrations stopped and you went limp against him. He bore your weight easily. His strokes on your leg were soothing and he pressed a firm kiss to your brow. “Good girl. You did such a good job for me. You’re so fucking perfect. I fucking love you- only you.”
You nodded into his shoulder, a little too fucked out for a response. 
Hoseok took mercy on you for the rest of the show- at least, he didn’t turn the vibrator on. He made sure to drop comments whenever possible, reminding you that he knew you were sitting in cum. You felt parched the rest of the night, no matter how much water you drank. 
You were nervous about the ride back to the hotel, sharing a limo with the rest of the boys. You kept your legs firmly crossed. It never came. They made it back to the hotel in peace and slightly buzzed on champagne, riding an all time high after they won their awards and performed for their fans for the first time in ages. 
As they stole away to their room, the darkness to Hoseok’s gaze was gone, replaced with giddiness and elation until you were back in your room.
As soon as the door was shut, he was kissing you and spinning you around, murmuring how much he had missed you between kisses, taking the time to map out the make of you with his mouth. 
Dipping down, Hoseok scooped you up bridal style, carrying you to the master suite where he laid you down on the bed gently. You looked up at him, every part of you vibrating with your love for him. He was the most beautiful person you knew, inside and out.
Sometimes- like that moment lying on the bed- it was so consuming that you just stared at him, wondering how you could ever thank the universe enough for making them exist in the same timeline. 
When Hoseok leaned down to kiss you, pushing you gently into the mattress, you knew that he felt the same way. He often told you out loud how he felt. He reassured you at every turn, took the time to whisper the things he thought about you, how much he loved you.
But it was when you could feel in his mouth, his fingertips removing your dress, the way he shivered as he licked down the valley of your breasts- that was unbeatable. 
Letting the gown pool to the floor, Hoseok kissed you, delicate as the wings of a butterfly, removing your bra and tossing it. 
“God,” Hoseok whispered, bowing his head. “Have I ever mentioned that you have amazing tits?”
“Yes, once or- ohhhh god.” Hoseok cut you off by wrapping his mouth greedily around a nipple, sucking hard. 
You fisted the sheets as his tongue laved at it, teeth pulling gently at the hardened bud as he pulled away. His spit was a silvery sheen as his tongue slid from one breast to the other, teeth plucking the other nipple teasingly until he wrapped his lips on it, sucking again. 
Letting go of the sheets, your hands carded in his hair as he paid generous attention to your chest before kissing his way down your stomach. He smiled against your skin as his teeth pulled at the waistband of her underwear.
You lifted your head. Watching, slack-jawed, as he removed your underwear with his teeth. You felt heat bloom at your core, wetter just from the sight of him between your legs. His eyes connected with yours and he grinned, licking his lips as he dropped his eyes down to your pussy, groaning. 
“Fuuuuuck you’re messy baby,” he hummed. His fingers danced along your legs, pushing them so that both of your feet were planted on the bed, wedging your thighs open so that your pussy was completely exposed to him. “Mmmm want me to clean this cum up for you, baby?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes sir.”
“Good girl.”
Famous last words.
A keen tore from your throat as Hoseok didn’t hesitate. He didn’t do a careful lick to ease you into it - he tongued at your core hungrily, tongue lapping back and forth as he messily ate you out like a starved man. You gasped, hands going down to his hair and tugging slightly, unable to control yourself. He growled into your pussy as he sucked your clit into his mouth, tongue circling lightly.
You were coming apart at the seams in a matter of moments. Nothing about the way he licked you was refined. His tongue fucked you messily, the sounds of his sucking and own moans of pleasure making you quake. He ran the flat of his tongue up you slowly a few times, eyes fixed on yours. You nearly came right then and there, seeing the way he grinned around the flat of his tongue as it wiggled against your clit.
your head fell back against the bed as his fingers circled your entrance, applying just enough pressure to make you clench, but not enough to slide in. It was maddening. You let go of his hair to find purchase in the sheets, twisting them around your fist as he teased your core. 
“Mmm, such a pretty little hole,” he noted, the tip of his finger almost entering you.
“Sir, please.”
“Please what, baby?” He mumbled against your slick folds. 
“Fingers- pleaaaaase.”
“Mmm, since you asked so nicely.”
Hoseok slipped two fingers in your warmth, making you scream as he curled them, brushing right against your soft spot, sending pleasure sparking like fireworks to every limb and end of your body. You could feel the electricity in your fingertips, entire body jolting as he pumped his fingers in and out of you slowly, tongue moving tauntingly against your clit. 
Thoughts were nonexistent as you rolled your hips to meet each soft stroke of his fingers. His tongue was enough to get her you alone, but his tongue and fingers together? You were seeing white behind your eyelids after a few minutes, thighs and legs locked around his head. He didn’t care. You knew he loved the feeling of your thighs tight around him. Loved to hear you whine and keen. 
“You wanna cum?” His voice was muffled between your legs.
“Yes yes yes yes.”
“Ask nicely, then.”
“Can I come sir, please? I wanna cuuuum please.”
He kissed your clit affectionately. “Who am I to deny you?”
Hoseok certainly had denied you before, though not for long. He always came through, always wanted you to fall into the bliss only he could bring you.
No one before him ever had you like this, panting as you crested upwards into your orgasm, his tongue sinful against your pussy and crying as you crashed into blinding pleasure. You knew you were loud and she didn’t care, tears pooling in your eyes as she gasped for air, your entire body jerking as his fingers worked you through he orgasm. 
You were boneless as Hoseok withdrew his hands from you. You protested in a quiet mewl, making him laugh as he kissed his way up your stomach, stopping again to nip at your breasts. You wiggled under him until he placed a gentle kiss on your lips. Your hands tore at his clothing. 
“Off,” you gasped between tangled kisses that were made more of teeth than lips and tongue. “Off off offf off.”
He pulled away from you and raised an eyebrow at you. “Sir,” you added, grinning lazily at him. “Please.”
He complied. 
Your relationship was a give and take. While Hoseok often called shots in the bedroom and could be demanding and domineering, he always gave you what you asked for. He never denied you.
The power was yours to use at your leisure. He knew it, you knew it. Though it was Hoseok who told you what position to get in, Hoseok who bent you the ways he liked, any moment you said stop or the moment you asked for something you wanted, he bent to your will.
Hoseok was yours entirely and you both knew it. 
You wished you were an artist. You wished you could paint the lines and the shadows on his body. Each shadow and contour, each plane of hard muscle and swell of soft skin. You wanted to capture every single part of him. He was beautiful, entirely otherworldly as he moved toward you. You wanted to trace his skin forever, to run your fingers alone every iota of skin. 
Yours. Hoseok was yours.
You made a sound of appreciation as you eyed his cock, heavy with a dark tip as he moved you up the bed, crawling between your legs. Your hands moved to grip him eagerly, wanting to feel the velvet shaft in your hand. He tsked at you, catching your hands and bringing them up with his on either side of your head. 
“Not about me tonight,” he whispered. He laced your fingers together. “I just want it to be about you.”
“Mmmkay,” you whispered. He smiled and kissed you. “Want you now, though.”
He rolled his eyes, releasing one of your hands to grip the base of his thick cock. He rubbed the tip against your slit, making you moan, mixing his precum with the slick already there. “Greedy.”
Both of you groaned as Hoseok pushed inside of you, not hesitating to let you adjust. He bottomed out, his hips flush against yours for a split second before he pulled all the way out. He slammed back in, shifting you up the bed. Your mouth hung open as you breathed heavily, Hoseok setting a hard rhythm, fucking into you slowly but with force.
Air was caught in your lungs as you pushed your head into the bed, arching into him. You rolled your hips to meet his, taking him deeper. Your hand gripped his tightly as his head fell to your collarbone, picking up speed. You could hear how wet you were as he stroked you, turning you on all the more.
“You feel so fucking good,” he grunted. “I swear to god this pussy is divine.” He groaned and shuttered. His pace was unforgiving and you were moaning his name under him, barely able to form a sentence. “I’m gonna fuck you all night.”
“Please.”
“Anything you ask for.”
Hoseok’s lips attached to your neck where your pulse was. His tongue licked at you and you tilted your neck, giving him more access. He understood immediately. He let go of your hands and leaned up on his knees. He pulled your hips up slightly, making you squeal at the feeling of his cock kissing your cervix. His hand snaked up to your neck, gripping the base of your throat. He pushed you hardler into the bed and squeezed the sides of your throat slightly, not enough to cut off your air supply, but enough to make you breathless.
A new wave of feeling washed over you. You felt the way the dizziness brought you closer to your orgasm. Your lungs fluttered like a moth’s wing, and your eyes fell shut, just letting him take care of you. You felt every stroke and vein on his cock, felt the way his fingers were against your pulse. Without the constant supply of air, your pleasure was heightened. 
“Fuuuuuuck your pussy is clenching my cock baby,” Hoseok was panting as he continued to thrust deeply. He let your throat go and a rush of air flooded your lungs, sending you straight for the cliff. “Come on, you can cum. Dammit- just like that. Cum for me.”
He didn’t need to tell you twice. You screamed into your third orgasm of the night, hard enough that Hoseok cursed under his breath, unable to fuck you from how tightly you were clenching down on him. You could barely hear what he was saying. You were somewhere between feeling Hobi above you and somewhere else, wrapped in a starless sky.
Hoseok was patient, biting his lip and taking deep breaths as you started to come down from your high. It took you a moment, your entire body shaking and flushed from the heat of your orgasm. He peppered your face with kisses, murmuring how amazing you were. How good you were for him. How much he loved you. 
Slowly you came back to reality, blinking your eyes open and smiling at him, slightly hazy. You lifted your hips and squeaked slightly at the overstimulation but you didn’t care. You did it again, signaling him to start at a slow, deep pace again. He pressed your foreheads together as he worked on his own orgasm- you could feel him struggling not to cum the entire time you clenched down during your own orgasm.
“Want me to cum inside?” His voice was hoarse as he asked. “Good practice for when I fill this pretty belly with kids.” You moaned loudly at that. “Yeah? Fuck I love you. Want to marry you-“ he gave a hard thrust. “-want you to have my babies-“ another hard thrust sending you reeling. “-want every part of my life with you. You’re mine.”
“I love you,” you gasped. You were embarrassingly close to another orgasm from a mixture of overstimulation and his words. His hand snaked between you as he circled your clit, applying pressure. You screeched, shaking. “Fuck- too much!”
“You got this,” he promised. “Want you to cum with me. Come on, baby. You can get there.”
You bit your lip as you let him send your body into overdrive. Once more you was pulled into a haze of pleasure, a soundless scream leaving your body. You jerked forward, slightly hitting you head on Hoseok’s but neither of you cared as he came loudly, cursing and screaming and holding you close to him. 
The edges of your mind were fuzzy as he lay on top of you. The softest touch made you twitch, your body an electric grid made up of nerves that sparked every time he breathed against you. You had no idea how long you lay tangled like that until he slowly rolled to the side. You immediately felt the mixture of cum dripping out of you and she didn’t care. 
“Thank you,” Hoseok whispered, voice raspy. You let your head loll to the side, looking at him with a vaguely confused expression. “For coming tonight- pun intended.” You laughed and you attempted to swat at him, but the attempt was futile. You were boneless. “I appreciate you being here and being able to see these things for yourself. I know the crowds are scary and the schedule is intense, but it means the world to me that you come to see what I do.”
“Of course I would,” you answered simply. “I love you. And I love that you love what you do. Anything for you, Hobi. Anything.”
“Anything?” you nodded again, eyes droopy. His hand rubbed up and down your sides. “How about another round in about fifteen?”
Your smile was as bright as neon. “Anything.”
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Since all the fashion discourse is back I'm gonna throw in my lot on the partnerships. Alltogether I'm not surpised that these brands are keen on employing the power of fandom in the Asian markets as there's been a general sway to expand markets in the Asiapacific regions since around 2019ish, saturated markets in the West and all that. Also the extreme wealth gain in the upper 5% during the pandemic all creates more handholds for luxury goods consumption. Given that BTS is currently operating seperately it gives them great market opportunities to employ this big fandom very broadly, even if only 1% of the rich ARMY buy more of their goods, they might buy from more than one of these brands simply because of fanloyalty to each of the members etc, it's obviously very lucrative for them. One can tell by all the content I have already seen about stock going up, haul videos, and all that jazz from ARMY, who mostly prob know jackshit about these different fashion houses and their styles and really jsut do their usual dick measuring with "oh the prestigue brought to the label by x idols ambassadorship". Yeah that's cute, as if the idols also don't get a nice paycheck with all this. Ah marketing ploys. Well established luxury fashion brands like this know a money making opportunity when they see one. Now outside of all the economic value of all this I think the ambassadorship appointments are from a style point not bad this time around. I do feel that Yoongi seems to have stepped up his personal style recently and from the way Valentino cuts their silouette especially in this years collection suits him and his current style trajectory quite well. Yoongi wears it well, it doesn't wear him. That speaks volumes. Though in my overall opinion proper tailoring skills have been going out the window with these 'top' fashion brands for some years now, such bad structure, but you prob don't care about that. Dior seems to be going for a more relaxed and flowy soft and neural colour palette fit this year from what I've seen and with the more cozy feel that jimins clothes have been havin it might not be a bad fit. We shall see, dior can have some super iconic looks it might vibe well with Jimin. And then JHope with maybe continuing with LV, i think of all of them he is well suited for Lv, he has the right kind of fashion sense for the kind of designs they have going on recently. It might be whacky, but Hobi styles whacky well in his own style. Anyway, I apologise if this is boring to you all this has ignited the intersection of special interestTM categories Fashion, BTS + KPOP and Economic Marketing of my brain and it needed an outlet. To your joy or dismay it has manifested here. Be that as it may. Hang in there in the pits of fandom hell that ARMY is nowadays.
Now I'm wondering if you're the same anon who sent me asks in the past regarding the fashion discourse. Your perspective sounds familiar. Either way, thank you for this contribution. It's important to look at this development through various angles, and not from just a k-pop fan stand because it tends to miss a lot of points. Which I bet you're aware of as well, especially the reactions on social media.
As you said, this new tendency (which started at least a few years ago) to strike deals with K-pop idols and actors makes sense because of the Western luxury brands trying to penetrate other sectors and they're definitely bullish on certain Asian markets due to an economic boom happening in the last few decades, which lead to the rise of extreme wealth and the creation of an upper class that uses these luxury brands in order to establish their status. That's why the LV and BTS partnership was big as well when it happened.
I don't know what you think about the fan/consumer reaction in terms of which idols are chosen. I've also seen some complaints, albeit scarcely, of why is suddenly everyone getting an ambassadorship. To me, it looks like the fan mentality doesn't allow them or they're not keen of looking at it from a broader perspective, specifically as a marketing tool. There's this ridiculous "beef" between fandoms of which K-Pop idol is actually more suited for the brand, which one is able to generate more capital. Case in point, Jimin and Jisoo. What I believe the fandoms fails to understand is that each of these two, along with the other two Korean ambassadors, were chosen for specific purposes and demographics. Fans see it as competition, when in fact it makes more sense for the brands to expand as much as possible because each idol brings their own consumers. Of which most of them are millenials and gen z with a social media presence which in turn promote the brand through their hauls and twitter/IG posts. Also, the percentage of really rich Army may already be familiar with luxury brands as an established consumer, but I think that it will have an impact on middle class fans as well who will think of purchasing because of the name now associated with let's say, Dior. They may look for goods in a "lower" price range (think of the beauty and makeup products). Either way, it's a win for the brand and the brand ambassador, as I've said in a previous post. It's funny how everyone talks about Dior needing Jimin, but the guy will make a lot of money out of this deal as well. Him and the rest of the members with their respective deals.
In terms of style, as much as I also see it as highly relevant, I think it won't matter for the fan/consumer, for all the reasons stated above. The usual fan is too biased to care. They could say that it looks amazing on Jimin, but if it were on someone else, they might as well have a different opinion and would not make that item be sold out. But that's just a bit of a speculation on my part.
By looking at the W Korea photoshoot, the Dior collection does seem a good fit for Jimin. It will be interesting to see how it will pan out in the near future. And by the way, I do love good tailored clothes and I have too noticed how "out of fashion" that is lately. These talks don't bore me at all, I do care about all the aspects.
Anyway, thanks for stopping by. You're always welcome, I like your insights. Come back if you want after Jimin attends the Dior show tomorrow and tell me what you think. It's a pleasure having these conversations.
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ugh-yoongi · 5 months
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catching up on tag games :)
tysm for tagging me in these @livelocks & @the-boy-meets-evil! sorry it took me 500 years to do them. <3
✨ which character are you? personality quiz ✨
rules: take this test and present who you got as the characters most similar to you
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i have not seen 99% of these so someone else will have to confirm :')
— bias tag game
rules: you're going to pick 10 of your biases (or as many biases as you have and then fill in the rest of the spots with idols you like) and number them 1-10. then answer the questions below! try not to look at the questions before you make your list!
jewel's bias list:
seokjin, bts
yoongi, bts
jeonghan, seventeen
seungcheol, seventeen
seungkwan, seventeen
jun, seventeen
seonghwa, ateez
mingi, ateez
younghoon, the boyz
hyungwon, monsta x
between 7 and 5, who did you bias first?
seonghwa. he wasn't my OG ateez bias, but i got into ateez a few years before seventeen.
between 2 and 6, who are you more attached to?
yoongi
if you were to spend the day with either 3 or 1, who would you choose and what would you do?
i knew i should've ordered these differently. you'd have to pry seokjin out of my cold dead hands. we are going to a haunted house.
what is your favorite physical feature about 9?
HIS LIL SMILE
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what is your favorite part of 6's personality?
how unapologetically weird he is? like just openly talking about eating cat food?? and how it's pretty good? i honestly feel like his character in wonwoo's diary was not a character at all and he just showed up as himself.
if you were to tell 8 anything you wanted, what would you tell them?
that i'm glad he came back and ateez wasn't the same without him. also where did you get a fucking jesus piece t-shirt, we really need to talk about that.
between 1 and 2, whose closet would you raid?
i'm going with yoongi here, solely because i want that hot pink valentino poncho so fucking bad. however, on the off-chance that they didn't give it to him and he only modeled it, i'm going after that floral denim LV jacket seokjin wore to the airport.
what is a style that you want to see 3 try?
oh, that's tough bc i feel like he changes his style a lot. his personal style is really eclectic, too, especially since he's been doing stuff with ysl. i really have no idea on this one.
between 5 and 4, who are you closer to in height?
seungkwan
between 10 and 9, whose music do you like the best?
oh dear. i really like them both, but i'm gonna go with hyungwon just because it's a little more grown up and he has more of a hand in the production & writing.
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BTS x Louis Vuitton at 64th Grammy Awards 2022 in Las Vegas, USA 🇺🇸 on the red carpet as LV House Ambassadors dressed in bespoke LV suits in white, tan and slate blue complete with floral pins 🌺 where they were nominated for Best Pop Duo/Group Performance for “Butter” ☄️💥🔥completed with a special performance of “Butter” 🧈 - 3 April 2022
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Basically, there are 360 symbols assigned phonetic value from either English vowels/diphthongs or consonants/consonant clusters, numbers range from 0-359.
I have no idea how to make a table for that, but here's a link to a Google Doc with all the symbols numbered. Note that /ʔ/ is a "zero" character.
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2021 Mar 06:                Blake: Orlando Family Magazine; Orlando Family Magazines talked to Blake about what it's like making music with his fiancée, how he got involved with the restaurant business and what he misses most about being on the road. [SA]
2020:    Mar 06:         
Gwen out and about in Los Angeles [X]
Blake Shelton - Friends & Heroes 2020; San Diego, California – Pechanga Arena [X]; sold out; Rides bus to Los Angeles.
Tour BTS “Gwen Stefani Surprises Bakersfield! Friends and Heroes Tour 2020 (Ep. 3)” released. [X]
2019 WED: Mar 06:
Blake’s plane to LV with Gwen
Gwen: LV Residency Performance
2018:  Mar 06:
Blake: CM Freaks Tour: Bossier City LA [Rescheduled From 3 March due to loss of his voice] #CMFTour
Gwen running errands in Los Angeles, CA [SA]
Gwen picking up Apollo from class in Los Angeles, CA [SA]
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whatifyoulivelikethat · 6 months
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not allowed xvi | myg, jjk
pairing(s): est. poly relationship – yoongi x reader x jungkook
summary: The date of Min Yoongi's mandatory service is drawing close. It is not a solemn time, but rather a time to reflect back on how your relationship is different now. Um... other than Jeon Jungkook passed out on the couch. Ignore the snoring.
warnings: rated M (18+) for language; discussion about Yoongi's mandatory civil service; relationship talk; holy shit, they love-love each other, all the feels; no smut; idol!BTS - Yoongi x reader x Jungkook; reader is JK’s noona; based on real time
part of ‘not allowed’ series, but can be read alone. basic summary: your bf asked JK to fuck you, twice, and then on the regular. blue haired JK. 2021 YG birthday, ‘Butter’, wiyllt remix. new skill acquired, JK’s sheer pj punishment, 2021 JK birthday, during PTD in LA, 2022 HNY, 2022 YG birthday, PTD in LV, 2022 JK birthday; 2022 Christmas
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“I’m going to be living like you for a while.”
“It is not as exciting as you think it is,” you had replied with a small laugh.
This.
The addition of Jeon Jungkook to the relationship between you and Min Yoongi had a comfortable rhythm. At first, there had been hesitancy. Uncertainty in defying convention, but it had felt so natural that it seemed weirder to defy the connection. A male idol having a girlfriend was already not allowed, so what was one (or) more rule(s) broken? And so, the relationship between you three was a secret from the public for reasons and a secret from most for other reasons.
All obvious, logical, unspoken.
Of course, the ones who knew the most were the other five members of BTS. For the sake of happiness, they preserved this bubble and did not interfere. Understandably, in the beginning, there had been a light discussion between all about if this was helping or hurting. They had wanted to know if anyone was overstepping bounds or if there were any ill feelings. At the end of the day, Yoongi and Jungkook did work together. But, more importantly, they were friends. The group could only work as a unit if everyone trusted each other. This was unmarked territory. Love could be messy. No one could predict the future of forever. You could only promise to be honest. Yoongi had said that he would do his best to communicate and take care of the relationships. And Jungkook, well, he was the kind of man that always had to come back to who he was, otherwise he felt lost.
Meaning…
He was alarmingly bad at hiding his attraction to you.
As proven on Run BTS!, Jeon Jungkook was a very shitty liar.
Surprising to all, the dynamic ended up having a good flow. You knew what you were getting yourself into and you knew you had to adapt to unusual circumstances, as you had been when you chose to pursue this love. As the older one, Yoongi understood Jungkook well. As the younger one, Jungkook was considerate and pure-hearted. There were no major difficulties because everyone went to great lengths to communicate and to be understanding. There was a shared belief in the power of a promise. No need for specific rules on how much time you spent with one or the other, nor any rules for how the time would be spent. With the introduction of solo activities, it became a little easier.
It was easy to love and, now, even easier to spend that precious time together.
Jungkook always told you how important you were to him. Probably because he too wanted to hear that you reciprocated the feeling, which you did and told him so. He was, as he often said, a (large and excitable and very cute) handful. He had odd hours. He was eccentric. Unpredictable. It very much depended on the day if Jeon Jungkook wanted to think very deeply about something specific… or nothing at all. Unbeknownst to ARMY, he had incorporated parts of your personality into his own. It worried you a bit, but it didn’t (did?) bother the fans when he started being a bit more devil-may-care (shirtless).
A good problem to have, one might say.
He often asked for your opinion on this or that. He had worried about being dishonest, about shying away from fans because he felt like he had to keep secrets. You told him to just act on his feelings when he missed them. Friends contact friends when they think of them. Why should ARMY be any different? You didn’t want him to and didn’t think he should stop interacting simply because he was in love. You had told him there was more to him than his relationship with you, and now he was terrorizing ARMY at midnight instead of his girlfriend (his habit of having no sleep schedule was slightly affecting your work life so you were very grateful when he made this decision). That was how Jungkook was. He wanted to know what you thought and how you thought about life. You would always answer honestly, even during times when you knew he wouldn’t like it. Sometimes he would go against your advice. He would usually come back and mumble, you were right, noona, so you never felt the need to scold or say anything more.
Stubborn ox.
Fucked like a rabbit though.
There was some truth to those chosen animal emojis, huh.
Anyway.
You realized that, because of your now relationship with Jeon Jungkook, your relationship with Min Yoongi was different now. Different in all the obvious ways, yes.
But also different in ways you nor him had predicted.
This.
After you lightly joked about him mentioning his soon-to-be-change in work life, it is not as exciting as you think it is, you had looked into Yoongi’s eyes and you knew. He, too, understood. It was a split second. The tension went over Jungkook’s head (he was also a bit too focused at laughing at Kim Taehyung’s appearance on Running Man, understandable), however, in that millisecond of shared gaze, you saw that something about your response had bothered Yoongi, something that he didn’t want to talk about in front of the maknae. Neither of you had ever agreed not to argue in front of Jungkook. Bicker, yes. The youngest found that hilarious. But a more serious discussion? It had never come up.
Until now.
And now you realized – and, by reading his expression and sudden turn of his head, Yoongi as well – that unconsciously both of you had always relied heavily on how well you knew the other, always relied on the many years before Jeon Jungkook to be the centerpiece of this relationship, always relied on an unexplainable telepathy that had developed from knowing the heart, relied so much so that neither of you wanted to show Jungkook anything but that indisputable harmony.
Was that… wrong?
It was hard to tell. There was probably no good answer. But there was that shared silence, the unspoken rule, and Jungkook fell asleep unexpectedly (expectedly?) sometime later, with a smile on his face and his arms around you. He was too heavy for you or Yoongi to carry. Well, probably too heavy for both of you combined too, but you didn’t try. Instead, Yoongi brought a blanket and you nestled Jungkook’s head on a pillow, taking care to give him good neck support and keep his now short black hair out of his closed eyes.
“He’s going to wake up sweating,” Yoongi commented with a smile, not pulling up the blanket too high.
“He should have thought about that before passing out. For someone who doesn’t wear a shirt in public, he keeps it on too often in private.”
“You know he only kept it on while we were laying on the sofa because you complained that one time about your hair sticking to his sweaty chest. Now he’s self-conscious.”
You stuck your hands on your hips. “Well, he should stop being so sweaty around me.”
“Sorry. You turn him on. He’s a hot-blooded animal.”
You rolled your eyes in mock distaste and turned to start clearing the coffee table of the wineglasses and empty snack wrappers. The television was on low, nothing but mumbling and light. Your hand reached out and long, gentle fingers rested on your knuckles.
You paused.
It was cooler now. Nearly fall. Still somewhat hot at times, but the nights were cold. The change in temperature reflected in the skin-to-skin contact. Your head turned, seeing his bare fair-skinned arm, then the sleeve of his large white Valentino t-shirt. Black pajama pants that matched the ones you were wearing, but you were in a dark grey sweatshirt with the bottom half cut off. Up to his face, framed now by his shorter black hair, a sign of what was to come, and then.
Yoongi looked back, dark brown eyes glimmering in the dark.
Lost.
When you were younger, it had been easy to fight.
You had been young, he had been young, and it was only you two. Inexperienced and experiencing everything for the first time, at least when it came to the realness of the emotions. Not yet knowing what either of you wanted from that word called love. Not yet mature but responsible enough to learn what was worth fighting over and what wasn’t. There were things worth worrying about and things not worrying about, the latter of which you and Yoongi chose to let go. It became easy once you both came to the conclusion that it was a conscious choice to address issues promptly rather than wasting time playing cat-and-mouse. When it came to Jungkook, then, you already knew how to read body language and demeanor, not to mention Yoongi had spent enough years being dragged around (literally) by the youngest to know everything about him.
It did help that Jungkook could be read like a children’s book. Again, he was not good at lying.
Now.
You looked back at Yoongi, also lost.
He lifted his hand away from yours.
For the first time in what seemed like forever, you didn’t know the right words to say or the correct way to read him. You could tell Yoongi didn’t know what to say either. It had become a habit to not speak too much about the things he or you had to do. You had static work responsibilities and Yoongi understood that. He had no set schedule, only bursts of time that were in unpredictable cycles despite trying to schedule things. You understood that. His life was a little chaotic and difficult. On some level, you enjoyed it, otherwise you wouldn’t be here. He knew that.
Or.
Did he?
His dark brown eyes shifted downwards. Then, back up, quickly, accompanied by a defeated sigh. You could see that he was telling himself to just say it because the silence was going to become unbearable.
“Are you disappointed?” Yoongi asked you softly.
“What?” Your voice was also quiet. “Why would I be disappointed? About what?”
When he had mentioned earlier that he would be living like you for a while, he had been referring to his mandatory civil service. You knew that. You also knew it was not something you got to decide, nor something he got to decide either. It was assigned. This was a known part of life for Koreans. It was something you could not change, something every able-bodied Korean man had to do, and something you did not look down on.
He was silent for a moment.
“I didn’t want to press on it,” you said, taking a step towards him so you didn’t have to raise your voice above a whisper. “I know you did your best in physical therapy and that you wanted to try and see if you could do military service since it is shorter time period.”
Those dark eyes came back to you. It was apparent that it was much easier for you and Yoongi to comfort Jungkook rather than each other. Being two people that were shown reality rather than having accessible comfort, it was always awkward at times like this. It was too late in the relationship and there was too much consideration to be angry over a misunderstanding, but now you could see why couples resorted to it rather than the discomfort of stumbling towards comprehension.
“Everything has a silver lining.” He smiled again, sheepish and not wanting to frown. “You taught me that.”
The words your ordinary and my special came to mind.
The corner of your lips ticked upward. “Yeah, you’ll be the most handsome civil service worker in all of the nation. It’s going to be so troublesome for them,” you sighed, shaking your head and waving your hand.
His fingertips touched your wrist.
You ceased all movement, gazing up at him.
Underneath wisps of black, those dark eyes searched yours.
“I thought you would be happy,” Yoongi admitted, his touch lingering. “I finally get a small taste of how you live. What hardships you have.”
A pained pause.
“At least some idea of ordinary.”
You took a moment to truly listen to what he was telling you.
Then, your fingers curled, caressing his thumb.
“Min Yoongi,” you breathed out, savoring his name with love and admiration. “I have chosen extraordinary since the day I chose to stay with your heart. I have never regretted a single day, a single hour, a single minute. Not even a second.” You shook your head again, lightly and in seriousness this time, turning your hand in his, not just holding it but believing in the precious power of a promise. “For the record, I don’t need you to experience ordinary life for me to feel like you understand my occasional work complaints. Hell, sometimes I complain just to complain,” you chuckled, squeezing his hand. “I only want you to trust my word. I don’t have the same hardships as you, yes, but I don’t need you to experience mine to for you to be empathetic towards me.”
He sighed and you looked up at him. There wasn’t exasperation. Only a wish that he said something sooner. “At times I feel so out of touch with most of the world.”
“You know that’s okay, right?” you quipped.
Dark brown orbs darted back to you, cocked eyebrow and slight frown.
Himself again.
You shrugged. “You are now a once-in-a-lifetime mega world superstar. Your talent literally cannot be contained in Korea. Didn’t your sold-out solo tour teach your that, hm?”
Gaze sharpening.
You smiled.
Yoongi narrowed his eyes. He was annoyed, but in a good way.
“You will be doing something many normal people do, but you have always done normal people things, you know,” you reminded him.
His expression softened, pensive to your words.
“You have famous friends in the industry, but you don’t make connections you don’t believe in. You help other music artists that many people know the names of, but you don’t do it with only profit and benefit in mind. While the situations are extraordinary, your actions are heartfelt, genuine, and what any ordinary person would do if they cared about them.”
There was something Yoongi always did when he was embarrassed at someone complimenting him and that was cringe and try to smile away the words like he couldn’t hear them. He wasn’t stopping you though. You tugged at his wrist and made him look at you, albeit with some shifty eyes.
“I’m sorry.” You held your joined hands between your beating hearts. “I have learned to expect the unexpected. I didn’t want to get any hopes up of maybe having aligned schedules in case they aren’t. I am not worried about the next couple years, but now I see that bothered you.”
A beat of recognition.
Soft sigh.
A half-smirk.
“It always kind of does.” Yoongi leaned down, forehead to forehead, closing his eyes. Your felt his hair against your skin, his warm breath feathering over your nose. “You are so capable and self-sufficient that I sometimes wonder if I am a selfish one.”
“Hah, how?” You tapped his own knuckles against his sternum sternly. “Are you fucking two dudes from the same group too?”
“Shut up,” he snickered, pressing his lips to your brow. Firm pressure. He clutched your hand tightly. “I know that I can’t give you normal, but it feels too strange that you don’t demand much. I know it is because you don’t want to pile on any stress, but…”
“Are you saying you want me to be a brat?”
A measured silence.
You pressed on. “Don’t you get enough of that from Jungkook?” you whispered low.
A defeated exhale. “I’m only saying I would understand if you were a little bratty.”
“Are you just saying that to get an excuse to spank me?”
“I don’t need an excuse. You’ll beg for it anyway.”
“Excuse me, I do not beg. I order youto spank me.”
“Uh huh.”
“Why are we whispering?” came the croaky, groggy voice of Jeon Jungkook.
You nearly got whiplash.
“Gah!”
“Woah!”
You and Yoongi both pulled away instantly, not really in fear of being seen but more in shock and mild embarrassment. Maybe you both had somehow forgotten Jungkook was there. He had been snoring a little after all. A pink twinge danced across Yoongi’s cheeks. You looked away quickly, and so did he, feeling the tips of your ears burn, not really sure why, and you felt your intertwined fingers begin to loosen.
Both of you froze as a large, tattooed hand slapped onto your joined hands and stopped them from untangling from each other.
Your head jerked, staring at Yoongi wide-eyed. He had a similar, confused expression, soft pink lips parted, blinking quickly. In unison, both of you turned your heads to the fluffy bedhead standing beside you. It was a narrow space between the sofa and coffee tables, so there wasn’t far to look.
Jeon Jungkook was much too sleepy to open his eyes fully.
“Hyung? Noona? What’s wrong…?”
You started a little at his naked pecs. “What the… Why are you shirtless?”
His left hand came up to scratch his head as he yawned. “I got hot, so I took it off… What were you guys talking about?”
“Never mind that, you should sleep on a bed now that you’re up,” Yoongi sighed, shaking his head. He began to pull his hand away and you followed suit, thinking it was safe, glancing at Yoongi who offered a wry smile with his eyes, this guy, and you smiled back, also amused.
Strong fingers tightened.
Three hands bound together.
“Hey.”
You paused, sensing something in Jungkook’s soft tone. Yoongi did too. No one looked at each other. Three introverts between a sofa and a coffee table, between snacks and cushions, between complicated feelings and the belief of a precious promise.
“Hyung’s right, noona.”
You felt your heartbeat slow.
He stumbled a little bit on his words but you barely noticed.
“I’ve never really said this before but… You are the best thing that happened to me besides BTS. I am so lucky to have met six really good guys who took care of me and taught me so much. I am so lucky to have fans that support our journey and music. I have people who have such great love for me that I would have never received if I was all by myself. But... I am also lucky to have someone like you who understands that love. Someone who never tries to come between it, someone who cares about that love as much as I do, someone who encourages me and stands by me even though I am a lot to handle and don’t listen sometimes.”
You couldn’t look at him. You wanted to say, ah, Jungkook, stop, don’t say this, but you felt Yoongi’s sharp gaze and his eyes told you, shut up and listen to this half-asleep man ramble. You shut your mouth but it was still way too embarrassing (not to mention staring at nakey JK was not appropriate for the serious atmosphere, time and place, time and place). His deep voice was a soft murmur, as if it saying these words suddenly like this was not planned. Probably wasn’t.
“I am so lucky to love you.”
A small sniffle.
“I am so lucky to have you too, Yoongi.”
You half-expected the older male to start sprouting you’ve grown up so much once again, but the words couldn’t come out and those cat-like, dark brown eyes were misty, listening.
Really listening.
“I was talking to Taehyungie and I… I realized…”
Jungkook’s fingers caressed your hands.
“Because of you and Yoongi, I have it easy… Everything… Everything is easy. I never feel like I don’t have your attention when I speak to you. You can always tell when I’m stressed and can get me to talk about things even though they might be silly or it’s a situation you’ve never really been in.”
“Feeling frustrated or sad about your everyday life is normal,” you quietly interjected.
You heard the gentle appreciation in his voice. “And you never made me feel like my everyday life is not normal, even though it clearly is.”
You looked up.
Jungkook was staring at all three hands. His eyes were heavy with drowsiness and perhaps something else. A heaviness of words unsaid, maybe, or maybe he was just honest and the thought popped into his head right now.
“Well, I do kind of, sort of, possibly, know someone already who has the exact same lifestyle as you,” you lightly joked.
But.
There was a softness under those lashes and kindness that galaxy of stars in those dark brown orbs.
“I know. And I know I don’t have to explain anything. I don’t have to go through any troubles. I know I can trust you. I don’t have to worry. And that makes me lucky.”
This.
It was true that you didn’t need to hear all this to believe it was fact. You didn’t need, no. But hearing it, and then it hit you harder than ever before, the inexplicable feeling, the naturalness, and Jungkook looked up when he sensed your silence, meeting your eyes, you looking back, into big brown eyes that could be cool, could be sexy, could be endearing, could be anything, but all they said right now was, I love you.
The thought popped into your head.
Wow, he really has matured a lot.
“I’m not doing anything special, Jungkook,” you chuckled softly, about to shake your head but he caught your eye, stopping you in your action.
“You are, noona. Hyung knows, I know, and, like you say to me all the time, it is okay to be a little selfish sometimes.”
“I…”
But you couldn’t look at him anymore, feeling your cheeks flush and your hold tighten, placing your left hand over theirs and pulling your body closer to them. You didn’t have any particular selfishness, really. Truly, what more did you need than Min Yoongi and Jeon Jungkook trying their best? You didn’t need any grand actions. You only needed to know their hearts were in it. They always were, no matter what, always meaning well, and this small bubble was enough, this contentment was enough, but also you realized that maybe, maybe once in a while.
Maybe it was nice to hear that acknowledgement.
“I only want you both to be yourselves. I don’t want your happiness to be taken away because of numbers, because of what people say, because of unnecessary expectations. That is all I ask for,” you murmured, blinking quickly and taking a slow breath. “I am a simple person deep down. I don’t want to be a burden. There are still so many amazing things you two can do and I don’t want to be the one to hold you back–”
You felt Jungkook’s hand leave yours and Yoongi’s.
Suddenly, strong fingers plonked onto the crown of your head and yanked your head back to face two rather vexed expressions.
“Noona, not trying to be rude, but are you actually listening to anything I’m saying?” Jungkook grumped.
You fixated on his two lip rings and the bouncing mole underneath that frown.
“What?”
Yoongi’s hand also left yours and landed on your shoulder. “We appreciate you. We love you. You are not a burden. No one is questioning your intentions. Please, if you want something that we can give, say it and let us do it for you. A little lost sleep, a little inconvenience is nothing.” He sighed with slight exasperation. “There are things we can do, or can try to brainstorm alternatives, even if you think it’s a little unreasonable.”
“Also, why aren’t you looking at me?” snapped the younger male impatiently.
“Uh.”
“It is not like you haven’t seen Jungkook naked. In fact, I think the whole world has seen him naked.”
“Hey!”
You cleared your throat. “I have absolutely zero problem with a missing shirt,” you corrected firmly, still avoiding anyone’s eyes and (more importantly) chest. “I… I have simply realized this conversation is quite serious and I am trying not to get distracted by anyone’s nip–face.”
A light pat on your shoulder.
“Is communication turning you on?”
“Min Yoongi, I will bite you.”
“I like it when you’re feisty. It’s hot.”
You jerked your head around and poked him in the chest roughly, which did nothing to stop that signature smirking face.
“Noona, it’s been a while since you bit m–”
“Don’t say anything,” you cut him off, snapping your wrist to also (sternly?) prod Jungkook in the (naked) chest. “You are the most trouble–”
The younger male grinned, playful and devilish.
You completely forgot Korean all of a sudden.
Jungkook patted you on the head.
Infuriating.
“You’re so cute, noona.”
You swiped at him, gripping his forearm and growling. “I’ll show you cute–!”
Smooth like butter (like a criminal undercover), Jungkook bent his elbow, devious smirk widening, yanking your hold and your stubborn ass forward before you could realize your mistake, gasping as you felt the hard muscle and graceful simplicity of the movement. Suddenly you were right in front of his face, chest-to-chest, to a brilliant smile and a large nose poking the top of your cheek, playful laughter and his other arm around your waist, pulling you closer.
This idiot was flexing his tattooed bicep right next to your dropped jaw too.
“Whatchu think? I’ve been trying to work out still but I’ve been eating a little too well lately.”
You grasped his forearm tighter.
Not helpful (but also helpful).
“Be quiet,” you managed to squeak out, jumping as you felt hands on your shoulders and a low, husky voice chuckle next to your ear.
“Discipline him.”
Not your boyfriends ganging up on you and preying on your kinks to…
Oh.
You relaxed.
Ah.
Raised your head.
Jungkook gazed back at you, smiling wide, expressive big peepers telling you all you needed to know.
You’re equal, noona. You always have been.
It still wasn’t the easy to say, but it got easier every time because every time you were more and more sure of how much you meant it.
“I love you.”
He said it back, your eyes sparkling in his. You turned your head and said it again. Hundreds of times, thousands of times, millions, didn’t matter, Yoongi said it back, a small kiss to your hair, murmuring, comfortable against you, and you faced Jungkook again, sharpening your tone to seducing sternness, hm, Jeon Jungkook, you really think you know who you’re dealing with, a promise of precious love expressed in (right) body and (right) mind because it was important to say but also to do. Important to feel but also express. Important to be selfless but too much selflessness was also selfish in a way when someone only wanted to feel a little needed now and then, even in a small way, in held hands and lips-to-lips and skin-to-skin.
Yes, the next few years would be different.
They would also be interesting.
You looked forward to them because you trusted them and you trusted yourself. There was always a silver lining. Every day was a new adventure. There was no need to be afraid. After all, one stopped living life once they became afraid.
You wanted to be present.
Every hour, every minute, every second.
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The last moments came and they ended with a laugh.
"Don't get sick."
His small, teasing smile said, who are you, my mom?
"Do your best."
The playful eye shift said, eh, I'll think about it.
You smiled back. A slow breath. Your fingertips lingering, sensations of adoration, a million words exchanged between your gazes. Min Yoongi reached up and closed his hand around yours, holding it lightly. There was a lot being said. A lot of memories made and to be made. A lot of future to look forward to. Conversations in the quiet breathing and in the rhythmic pulse of your joined touch. Hands that told stories.
"I can't tell you how much I love you," you chuckled softly. "That would be really embarrassing."
A good-natured smile that hid a laugh. "Yeah? I couldn’t tell you how much I love you either. And, anyway, there's plenty of time. Years and years to elaborate."
A precious promise.
"Yeah. There's plenty of time," you quietly echoed.
A stillness.
This entire exchange didn't last that long to the outside world, but there was forever in his eyes.
Yoongi smirked. Time to get a move on. "Don't get into too much trouble."
You grinned. Leaned in and gave him a delicate, soft kiss.
Whispered against his smile.
"I would never do anything that is not allowed."
This time Yoongi didn’t hold back and laughed.
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part xvii ... relationships were not allowed.
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