#bts x reader
here2bbtstrash · 2 days ago
the spins (explicit)
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genre: smutttyyyyyy as hell (with like one angsty conversation about isolation as a trauma response, but said in much vaguer terms lol)
pairing: jungkook x reader
summary: you discover a new side to your former lab partner, frat wonder boy jeon jungkook, when you confess to him the one thing no man has ever been able to make you do.
word count: 10.3k
contains: explicit sexual content AKA porn!!!!! alcohol, minor frat house shenanigans, reader is a total bitch but in a highkey relatable way, jungkook is The Only Good Frat Boy, mentions of shitty hookups/sexual dissatisfaction/faked orgasms, an **absurdly** lengthy and gratuitous cunnilingus scene, a lil bit of teasing/begging, spitting, LOUD sex, reader’s first partnered orgasms, also JK has a tongue piercing 👀
A/N: so writing this nearly killed me,,, lmao. i have two inspiration sources that i must credit- one is jai’s @gimmethatagustd INCREDIBLE fic paint me naked, which gave me the final shove i needed to topple over into JK hard stan land (listen he’s 3 years younger than me, i had a complex about it, it’s fine). seriously go give it a read and give her some love, i fully credit her with moving college!JK into my brain where he now lives rent-free.
the other source of inspiration is this insaaaaane imagine audio (WARNING, extremely NSFW and will literally ruin your life!!!!!) that hooked me on the idea that JK would be competitive about eating pussy and….. yep, smack those two things together and ta-da, this porn was born. godspeed and thanks as always for reading 💜
i’ll edit this to add the link once it’s up on AO3, but i thought i’d be nice and let tumblr have one first since y’all have been so welcoming to me :3c
You really don’t know why you came to this party. It’s so crowded, bodies pressed together, people screaming to be heard over the noise, or just because they’re white girl wasted. The music is terrible, the floor weirdly sticky, the container of jungle juice in the kitchen extremely suspicious. You opted for tequila instead, the last of which you now drain from the bottom of your red solo cup. The whole place smells like cheap beer, vape smoke, and frat boy cologne.
Yet another Jack Harlow song comes on over the bass-boosted speakers and you roll your eyes. That’s it. Time to go home and actually finish the psych paper you’re putting off.
You shove your way into the kitchen, trying to be the only upstanding citizen in this godforsaken frat house and actually put your trash in a trash can. You spot one in the corner– nearly overflowing, but still good enough, except that a whole circle of Brads and Chads block your path. You do your best to squeeze past them, but because they don’t do anything except live at the gym and snort protein powder, they might as well be a brick wall.
“Excuse me,” you try. Nothing.
“I need to get through,” you say with a gentle push. It’s like talking to a brick wall, too.
“Alright, fuck it.” You roll your eyes and decide to just fucking go for it. You’ve had enough liquor that you won’t feel the pain until tomorrow anyway.
The circle breaks apart in confusion, not a brain cell in sight, as you slam your way through. They part so quickly that your plan works too well, and the excess momentum shoots you forward. You stumble, losing your footing, already cringing because you’re about to faceplant on the nasty floor of this nasty frat house kitchen.
“Hey, whoa!” A voice way too close to your ear for comfort shouts, but then an arm snakes around your waist and saves you from your doom, gripping you tightly. “Careful!”
You glance up, wondering if this guy is going to try to turn the moment into some attempt at flirtation, the world’s worst meet cute, but then you see big round eyes staring back at you with legitimate concern. Oh, fuck. You know those Disney princess eyes. Your stomach drops.
“Whaaaaaaaat!” Holding you in one arm, an unopened 18-rack of beer hoisted up on his shoulder with the other, grinning like a kid in a candy store, is none other than frat wonder boy Jeon Jungkook.
Ah, shit. You knew he was in a frat, of course. He doesn’t shut up about it. But you didn’t know it was this one– well, actually, you don’t even know which frat house you’re in right now. Alpha Beta Omega? They’re all the same to you. You don’t really understand why they have factions anyway instead of all just living together, but that would probably be too gay.
“I didn’t know you partied!” Jungkook is still smiling a smile that takes up his whole face, clearly unable to believe that you’re standing here in his disgusting frat house kitchen in your leather jacket and your combat boots.
You huff a laugh as he slowly unloops his arm from around you, assessing to see if you’re stable enough to stay upright. You shoot him a look as if to say I’m fine, dumbass. Uncoordinated, not intoxicated. There’s a difference.
“I do not party,” you correct him. “Never once in my life have I partied. I merely come to the parties, stand on the edges and observe, get my free alcohol, and then depart. Like I’m doing right now.” You aim your solo cup at the trash can and miss by about a foot.
“You– hang on,” he pauses, turning back to offload the fresh case of beer onto the kitchen counter. There’s a clamor of excitement from the Brads and Chads as they crowd around to slap him on the back, shouting things like “okay, JK!” and “let’s fucking gooooo!”
You have to get out of here, you think to yourself, and then you watch Jungkook bring his tattooed hand up to rip the cardboard front of the case off effortlessly, and that is lowkey kind of hot.
Quiet, you tell your tequila brain. No lusting after frat boys. Not even the one you sat next to for an entire semester in bio lab, the one who was actually way smarter than anticipated and didn’t just use you for an easy A, who genuinely seemed like he cared about the way you answered “How was your weekend?” every time he asked, and who didn’t even say one problematic thing the whole semester.
Just because he’s the exemplary form of his species doesn’t make him not what he is, you remind yourself. Even the best frat boy is still a frat boy.
Jungkook returns as the rest of the bros swarm the counter and proceed to decimate the case of beer. That must have been the reason they were waiting here, at their proverbial watering hole, because they circle up and dissolve back into the party, several of them clapping Jungkook on the back again in thanks as they leave.
You realize he doesn’t have to yell to be heard anymore as he says, “You’re leaving already?”
“Yes, Jungkook,” you sigh. “I have a paper to write.”
He scrunches up his face, knowing he can’t argue with academic excellence. “It’s still early. What if you just have one more drink, and then go? I haven’t even gotten to enjoy the party yet. The pledges severely underestimated how much alcohol it takes to run this place.”
You roll your eyes. “Yes, I’m so terribly sorry that your child servants who literally give you money in exchange for friendship got something wrong.”
The words feel biting as they leave your mouth, and you honestly expect him to protest, but he only shrugs. “Yeah, yeah, I know. You’re right. The whole thing is stupid.” For a moment you wonder how on earth he’s immune, what it is about him that allows him to live in the cradle of toxic masculinity and still be so regular, so good.
“Will you stay?” He asks again. You try to purse your lips to hide your smile, but it doesn’t work, and then he’s smiling too.
The kid literally fist pumps, and your laugh bubbles up before you can stop it. He gestures broadly to the kitchen counters which are a veritable nightmare of liquor bottles and beer cans. “What’ll it be? Don’t say the jungle juice,” he warns with a laugh.
You look at him like he’s gone entirely insane. “I would never say the jungle juice. Tequila, please.”
Jungkook moves fluidly, as if he’s imitating those ridiculous Las Vegas bartenders who do tricks while they pour your obscenely overpriced drink. He shakes a solo cup off the stack and throws it up, spinning on his heels and catching it in his other hand, and you’re laughing again because he’s such a fucking dork.
He crosses to open the freezer and scoops up some ice in your cup, then pours a healthy amount of tequila in. “And mixer?” He looks back at you over his shoulder.
You pause. “Uh, just ice is good.”
He puts the bottle down and turns to squint at you in disbelief. “You drink straight tequila and you’re telling me you don’t party?”
You falter, a little flustered. “I don’t know. It’s not like I’m drinking it for the taste, you know?”
“Can I show you what you’re missing out on?” He asks, and you don’t know why the question makes you swallow hard. “Seriously.” He picks the bottle of tequila back up, eyeing the brand with distaste. “This stuff is… not great.”
Your instinct is to joke about him slipping something in your drink, but you bite the words back– because first of all, not funny. But you also genuinely don’t think he would ever do something like that, and you don’t want to give off the impression that you do.
“Alright,” you say instead, lifting your hands in surrender.
He opens the fridge door and crouches down, digging around through what you can only imagine is a Costco-sized amount of egg cartons and packages of chicken breasts. Finding what he’s looking for, he pulls away with a carton that’s been Sharpie’d to death, “JK ONLY DO NOT DRINK” on all sides. It’s really every bro for himself out here, you think.
“Grapefruit okay?” Jungkook double-checks, and you give a shrug and a nod. He pours a little, inspects the cup, then adds a splash more. “It’s not too sweet.”
He passes the cup off to you and returns his juice to the fridge, shuts the door, then seems to realize he forgot to make himself a drink and repeats the entire process again, spinning in a full circle which has you hiding your giggle in the rim of your cup. Once he’s made himself a matching drink to yours, he leans against the counter and takes a sip, surveying you.
You mirror him– the drink is admittedly a lot better than straight bottom-shelf, and you like how the sour taste lingers on the back of your tongue.
“Thank you,” you remember to say after a few sips, and he waves it off as if to say it’s no big deal.
“So, why are you here? Observing us in our natural habitat?” He puts on a voice for the last part, in a clear imitation of you, and you smirk. It does sound like something you would say.
“I’m an agent of chaos,” you say and he gives you a look like he’s waiting for the real answer. You choose that moment to take a long swallow of your drink, buying time. He continues to wait patiently, so you finally just shrug and make a face. “I don’t know. I didn’t want to do my paper. I saw a thing for it on insta. And I was tired of rotting away in my dorm room.”
He nods thoughtfully. “I tried inviting you to stuff when we were lab partners.” You wonder if the tequila is making you imagine that he sounds a little hurt. “You never seemed into it.”
At that, you laugh, because he’s being kind. Jungkook did invite you regularly to whatever mixers or ragers his frat was planning, and every time you would tell him no, directly to his face, like the bitch that you are. You eventually started trying to come up with as many creative ways to phrase it as you could: no, nope, never, not in a million years, when hell freezes over. He took them all like a champ, and that was one of the first things you remember liking about him. A frat boy who can respect when someone says no and not try to push it– now that is a rarity.
You want to apologize, but you really have no explanation for what makes tonight any different, at least not one you can say eloquently. How do you tell him you’re fucking sick of staring at the walls, feeling like “the best years of your life” are passing you by and leaving you with nothing to show for it? That you’ve painted sarcasm and an “I don’t give a fuck” attitude over your life for so long that now it feels like you’re backed into a corner where you can’t give a shit about anybody because there’s nobody left to give a shit about? So you were neck deep in insta stories on a Friday night like a fucking loser, and you saw a stupid post about a stupid frat party by some girl you swore was going to be your bestie the first week of freshman year who you promptly never spoke to again, and something in you snapped and said, “fuck it”?
Oof, tequila coming in strong, you think to yourself. You decide to spare Jungkook the emotional word vomit.
He keeps going when you don’t respond. “I just figured you had better things to do. Like ride motorcycles, or be in a mosh pit.”
You roll your eyes. “Motorcycles are giant metal death traps. Hard pass. And I don’t like getting punched in the face by nazis, so I don’t mosh.” You take a sip of your drink and size him up. “You’re one to talk, little alt boy.”
He’s playing with his lip ring when you say it, and the blush that creeps up his neck is honestly cute. Thoroughly unfazed by your words, he rolls up the right sleeve of his eyesore of a button down until his arm is fully exposed. “Check it out! Finally filled in the shoulder piece.”
You step closer to admire the fresh ink. Jungkook’s sleeve is, admittedly, really fucking cool. You still remember the first time you saw it in bio lab. It was the first day where the temperature crept up to an actual tolerable degree after what felt like a winter that would never end. You’d only known him in hoodies up to that point, so when he rolled into class that day in a baggy t-shirt and you saw the hint of lettering and shading peeking out from under his sleeve, your jaw nearly hit the floor.
“It’s rude to stare,” he’d said with a soft laugh and a cheeky-ass wink.
You wonder now if maybe you stepped too close, because you can feel the heat radiating off of his body. He holds his arm up for you, rotating it to show off the whole thing. Throughout the rest of the semester, you’d watched as he slowly started to fill in the blank spaces, but now it’s even more cohesive; he’s nearly finished it in the time since you last got a good look.
“Just need something on my wrist. And I might do the back of my hand. I haven’t decided.” He squeezes his hand into a fist and flexes with a put-on grunt, and you laugh even as the swell of his bicep makes your heart jump in your chest.
Emboldened by how close you are to him, and also the tequila, you trace your finger along the words that wrap across his forearm– rather be dead than cool. “That one’s my favorite,” you say softly.
When you glance up, he’s already looking at you, and now your heart’s in your throat. “I swear this thing’s the only reason you like me,” he says, the non-pierced corner of his mouth crooking up in a barely-there smile.
You open your mouth to protest when the kitchen is suddenly alive with noise as a mass of bodies crash through the doorway. A girl in a minidress that has ridden dangerously far up her thighs is nearly carried in by two of her friends, with several more trailing in right at their heels, and her name must be Hannah because they all say it about a thousand times in six seconds. A couple of dudebros shuffle in behind them, shouting for everyone to step back and give her space.
Nowhere else to go, you’re forced that much closer to Jungkook as far too many people try to squeeze into the tiny kitchen. You’ve basically got him pinned against the counter, and you look away, then look back, extremely uncomfortable.
“Sorry,” you mouth, and he shakes his head like it’s not a big deal.
He does smell really good, you realize now that he’s this close. Not like he took a bath in Axe body spray or Drakkar Noir, as most of his frat bros do, just… warm and clean, with a hint of the good kind of boy musk, salt and skin. It’s a welcome distraction from the unbridled chaos of Hannah and her entourage.
“She’s gonna be sick,” someone warns, and you wince in preparation.
“Hannah, aim for the sink!” Another girl coaxes. You turn over your shoulder and watch as Hannah takes a few steps forward, legs quivering like a baby deer, then does a last-second pivot and vomits directly into the jungle juice.
“Oh, party foul!” One of the bros yells.
You squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head, and then Jungkook’s breath is ghosting over your neck and you can’t think about anything else. “Do you want to go to my room?” His voice is low, his lips inches from your ear.
You look up at him over the rim of your cup. “Yes, please.”
It’s only once you start walking that your mind is able to process what’s happening, and the panic sets in. Jeon Jungkook is guiding you through his packed frat house, his hand on the small of your back. Of course the crowds part for you like the fucking red sea, no throwing elbows required, because everybody loves him.
His bros greet him as he passes, “‘sup JK!”, and you try to avoid eye contact. You wonder how regularly they see this, him leading some wide-eyed girl up to his room to do what frat boys do best. Your stomach twists as you wonder what his expectations are, and what the fuck it is that you’ve just agreed to by saying yes.
You climb the stairs, his hand still pressed to your back, and he leads you to the first room on the left when you reach the top. When he opens the door and motions for you to step through, you’re surprised.
For one, it doesn’t reek of weed. It just smells like he does, but stronger, with a hint of fresh laundry. His bed isn’t made, but there are also no questionable stains on the black sheets, and he has four pillows and a bed frame, not just a mattress and box spring on the ground with one sad rectangle. There are some cups on the nightstand, but no ash tray overflowing with burnt out ends of blunts, no empty beer cans, and you can actually see the floor.
Not bad, you think to yourself, and then the anxiety presses in again as he shuts the door behind you. Nope. You are absolutely not doing this.
“Sorry about that,” he says with a laugh, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. “These things get really crazy around finals season. I guess people need an escape in the form of mild alcohol poisoning.”
You cross your arms, unable to continue the polite conversation. “Look, I don’t know what you think is going to happen in here, but it’s not going to happen, okay?”
He steps back, his brow instantly furrowing. “Wait, what? Are you mad at me right now? I just figured you’d want to get out of the kitchen, since a girl was actively puking.”
“Don’t play dumb with me,” you say, not buying it.
“I-I’m not.” Jungkook seems genuinely flustered, enough that you realize he’s probably not acting. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” he starts, and then he sighs, like he’s correcting himself. “But, I guess my intentions really don’t matter, because it seems like I did. So I’m sorry.”
You squint at him, wondering who the fuck taught this boy how to apologize so damn well. This is the first time you’ve ever heard a frat boy say “sorry” without it being immediately followed by “but” and then something so offensive that it negates the entire thing.
He waits for you to respond, then gestures to the door. “If you want to go, you can go. I just wanted to talk to you. I haven’t seen you at all since last semester, and I’m really glad you came out.”
The thought of going back downstairs is slightly more anxiety-inducing than staying in this room. At least here it’s quiet, and it smells nice, and he apparently is not actually trying to get into your pants. It really does seem like you read him wrong, you admit to yourself, and then you unceremoniously plop down on his carpet.
Jungkook doesn’t even try to hide the big smile on his face as he joins you on the floor, and you both lean back against the foot of his bed. He slips his feet out of his slides and you lean forward to pull your boots off.
“Like I said, I’ve been rotting away in my dorm room,” you remind him with a dry laugh.
“You should’ve texted me. I would’ve come rot with you.”
His words make you smile a little, but you’re still suspicious. “Uh-huh,” you intone as he takes another sip of his drink. “And what would we have done, Jungkook?” The question nearly makes you cringe; it’s like reading a bad sext out loud. You don’t know why you keep pushing him on this.
Maybe, a tiny part of your tequila brain whispers to you, you’re goading him so hard into saying that he wants to hook up because for a split second back there in the kitchen, you realized that’s what you want. But you’re a hyper-independent bitch who can’t ever admit to needing anything from anybody, so you need him to say it first.
You grit your teeth and give your head a nearly imperceptible shake, trying to shut that brain cell up.
“I don’t know,” he says with a shrug, like he really doesn’t. “Play video games?” He gestures to a Nintendo 64 in the corner of his room, hooked up to a large TV that’s mounted on the wall.
It’s certainly not the answer you expected, but you don’t hate it. You raise an eyebrow as if to challenge him. “Well, I will kick your ass in Mario Kart.”
He sucks gently on his lip ring as he looks you over, and there’s a glint in his eyes that you’ve never seen before. You’ve clearly tapped into something. “Oh, I highly doubt that.”
“Then prove it.”
Dropping out of shit-talk mode for a second, Jungkook gives a laugh that almost sounds embarrassed. “I should warn you, I get pretty competitive.”
You refuse to back down. “Better work on your gracious losing face, then.”
In acceptance of your challenge, you watch as he sorts through the bin of cartridges next to the console until he finds the one he’s looking for. He brings it up to his mouth and blows on it, some strange gamer ritual you’ve seen before but have never understood, and a shiver runs through you.
“Here,” he says, tossing you a dark blue controller, letting the cord unravel and plugging it into the port. “You can even use my favorite.” You take it in your hands and smile when you see the yellow Pokémon logo stamped across the center.
“You’re going to regret that when I beat you with it,” you retort, shrugging out of your jacket for optimum mobility. He’s grinning as he settles back next to you and the menu music starts up.
It turns out you’re pretty evenly matched in the Mario Kart skills department. You sail past him on the first course, easily finishing in first, but get entirely wrecked by a blue shell in course two and he’s able to clinch it no problem.
You would’ve expected more shit-talking based on his warning, but instead he’s just so focused, eyes wide, mouth wiggling his lip ring back and forth. It’s a little endearing. A lot endearing, really. You keep sneaking glances over at him as you start up the third and final course, wondering why he has to be so goddamn cute, why you’re incapable of finding a single flaw in him no matter how hard you try.
Forcing yourself to focus, you return your attention back to the screen, only to see that he has flown right by you and is far ahead in the lead. Oh, this simply will not do, you think to yourself, and then an item box hands you a perfectly-timed golden mushroom, and you see your path to victory.
You drift around the sharp corners, giving yourself a speed boost each time, and it’s just enough. “Get fucked,” you say with a giggle as Princess Peach cruises her way past Bowser into first place. You use the last few seconds of your mushroom power to put a solid amount of distance between your characters. There’s less than half a lap left, and absolutely nothing he can do to deny you of your win.
Or so you think, until he reaches over and drags his hand across your controller, forcing your joystick in the opposite direction and causing Peach to start driving in circles on the screen.
“What the fuck!” You scream, trying to smack his hand away, but he closes one of your hands in his and forces that down on the joystick, making your car go fully backwards. “You fucking cheater!”
“You’re the cheater,” he grunts, which doesn’t even make any sense, but pisses you off enough to reach for his controller to mimic his strategy. However, you fail to account for his evolutionary advantage of having longer arms than you; he’s easily able to scoot away while keeping his hand pressed down on your own. You see in the game that he’s inches away from overtaking you now, the fingers of his other hand stretching to work joystick and button at once.
“No!” You cry out in frustration, desperately trying to wriggle your hand free. You can’t just sit here and watch him steal this out from under you, so you dive hard to one side and yank the controller away at the same time.
It’s only a little too late that you realize you have once again made an uncoordinated lunge and ended up with far too much leftover momentum. He does not relent, and you underestimated the severity of his grip on your hand because when you fall over he comes with you, both of you toppling onto the carpet as the controller flies out of your grasp.
You end up flat on your back, and his reflexes are only barely fast enough to respond, his hands bracing the floor on either side of your head so he can avoid landing on top of you.
But that’s even worse, because now Jungkook is hovering over you, and you’re both breathing heavy, and his hair is falling in his eyes, and you don’t even know how but his thigh has managed to end up pressed between your legs.
For a moment, you don’t move or say anything, and neither does he. You just stay like that, staring at each other. Your eyes drop to his mouth, and then he cracks a smug grin.
“I told you I don’t like to lose.”
Your stomach flips as your panic rears back in full force, and you meet his gaze again. “Am I still supposed to believe you didn’t bring me up here to hook up?” Your voice is barely more than a whisper.
The smile drops off his face as his eyes search yours. “What do you want?” He asks, and you can hear the exasperation in his voice. “Because you’re the one who keeps talking about it.”
You falter, unable to come up with any witty retort because you know he’s right. Jungkook moves away from you and you sit up with a sigh. He scoots back a few more inches, giving you plenty of space, and reaches for the remote to mute the TV.
“It doesn’t matter what I want,” you say, your voice still soft. You can’t look at him, so you stare at the carpet instead. “That’s just alcohol and adolescent sex drive talking. It’s not a good idea.”
“Why not?” He doesn’t sound mad, but confused, like he wants to understand your thought process. Good fucking luck, you think to yourself.
You give him a look. “Because I’m not an idiot. Hooking up with a frat boy in his frat house is never a good idea.”
The way his face falls makes you feel like the biggest bitch on planet earth, and you desperately wish you could shove the words back in your mouth, that you were capable of shutting up for once in your goddamn life.
“Is that really how you see me?”
Of course it’s not. You know it’s not, and you hope he knows it too, despite your inability to ever actually say what you fucking mean. But you can’t stop yourself. The defense mechanism is fully engaged now.
“Jungkook, you are literally a frat boy. We are literally in a frat house. This is not a perception character judgment thing. It’s an objective facts of reality thing.”
He fixes you in his gaze, saying nothing, then sighs. “Why do you do that?”
Your heart sinks. “Do what?”
He shakes his head, worrying at his lip ring again, clearly a nervous habit. “I don’t know, it’s like… Sometimes I think you like me, but then you always throw a wall up at the last second. I just wish I knew why.”
That makes two of us, you think bitterly, but your heart is simultaneously cracking apart at how vulnerable he’s being with no hesitation. You’re almost jealous that he can just move through life like this, open and honest, so unafraid.
“I do like you,” you admit, and you open your mouth to add the qualifier, to put the wall up, but he speaks first.
“I like you, too. I’ve liked you for a long time.” This kid is going to be the death of you. “I’m not just looking to score, or whatever."
You pull your knees to your chest, crossing your arms over them, trying to shrink until you no longer exist. You start to shake your head. “Jungkook, I don’t–”
“See,” he cuts you off, “you’re doing it right now.” You groan and bury your face in your arms. “What is that? We like each other, why can’t that be enough?”
The question hangs heavy, because you know there’s no good answer.
Finally, you look up at him and sigh. “Because,” you start decisively. “You’re… you. And I’m me.” You gesture between the two of you. “We’re from different worlds.”
His face scrunches up a little, and it’s his turn to shake his head slowly. “I really don’t think we are. I think you’re just telling yourself that.” You can see he’s getting frustrated and you don’t fucking blame him. “And I don’t get how you can complain about sitting by yourself in your dorm room, but then keep blocking everyone out so that you’re always alone.”
“I like being alone!” The lie comes out reflexively before you can even think to stop it. You’ve said it so many times at this point that it almost feels true. “Alone is best.” You pause, and for a second you really wonder if you’re going to cry right now, on the floor of Jeon Jungkook’s bedroom, in his stupid frat house. “You can’t get hurt, or disappointed, or left behind if you’re alone,” you conclude. There it is. The truth, kind of.
“I wouldn’t do any of those things to you,” he says softly.
You just stare at him for a moment. The promise is too good to be true. It always is. “You can’t know that.”
He pauses, then nods once, staring back at you. “You’re right. But I don’t want to do those things. And I would try really hard not to. I just want to make you feel good. Whatever that looks like.”
You can’t help where your stupid tequila brain immediately takes the idea, and you let out a dry laugh. “Well, if that’s what you’re after, there’s really no chance.”
His brows pinch together, clearly not understanding. “What does that mean?”
“Many have tried, none have succeeded,” you say with a roll of your eyes, stretching your legs back out. “I am a puzzle that no man can solve.”
The realization slowly dawns on him, and his eyes widen. “Wait, are you saying you’ve never had a–”
You wave a hand in the air as if to shush him, and you cut him off. “Stop. Don’t be dramatic. I’ve had plenty of orgasms, courtesy of my vibrator and my showerhead.” Your face is a little hot from talking about this in front of him. “Just… only alone. The running theme here, apparently.”
He tilts his head, processing this new information. “So do you fake it?” You tell yourself you’re just imagining that he sounds a little upset.
You grimace. “With my high school boyfriend, yeah. He was my first everything, and we were so young. I was too embarrassed to say it, so I just let him believe he had a magical dick that brought me to orgasm at the exact same time as him every time.”
Jungkook huffs a laugh of disbelief.
“And after that,” you continue, looking down in embarrassment, “I don’t know, it’s pretty much just been hookups, and most usually don’t bother to ask. Some have tried for a while, and then given up…” The memories make you cringe. “It’s just uncomfortable. Hence the alone thing.” You give a half shrug. “It’s okay. My vibrator is nice.”
He says nothing, and you mentally kick yourself for oversharing. This is why the wall goes up, you think, but when you look at him, he’s already looking at you, and not in the way you expected.
In fact, you’re surprised to see that glint in his eyes again. He licks his lips, and you realize your pulse is racing.
“The way I see it,” he begins slowly, his voice low and even, “we have two options.” You raise an eyebrow, your interest piqued, and he continues. “Option one. You let me know, for real, that you’re not interested. You don’t have to tell me why, but you do have to mean it. And I’ll leave you alone, and you can go home and write your paper.”
Your mouth goes dry as you try to prepare for what might come next.
“Or, option two.” You swear his eyes darken as he says it. “You admit to me that you like me, and that you want me. And you let me take care of you. Which includes keeping you in my bed for as long as it takes me to make you come. I don’t care if it takes hours. I’ve got hours.”
He shrugs like he hasn’t just said the most devastating thing you’ve ever heard. “We can figure out the rest after. It doesn’t have to be anything you don’t want it to be. But it’s your call. I won’t be mad, whatever you choose. I just need to know.” He leans back on his hands, awaiting your choice.
“Jungkook,” you breathe. “You don’t know how tempting that offer is.” You try to say more, but he’s faster.
“Then say yes.”
You want to scream at him that it’s not that simple, that letting people all the way in is a door you slammed shut long ago, never to be opened again. But despite your best attempts, this cheeky, dorky, pierced and tattooed frat wonder boy has managed to wedge that door back open, just an inch. And it’s enough that now you can’t help but wonder what’s on the other side.
Maybe he’s right. Maybe it really can be that simple with him. Maybe safe doesn’t always have to mean alone. Isn’t that why you came to this party in the first place?
You let out a slow exhale, and then for the first time in your life, you decide to get out of your own way.
“Okay,” you say, and you have to work to keep your voice from shaking. “Yes. But,” you quickly add before he has a chance to react, “I don’t want this to turn into a big thing if…” you trail off. “You know. If I can’t.”
“Oh, I’m not worried about that.” He says with a self-assured smile, and you hate that it’s so hot. “I have a secret weapon.”
And then he opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out, and the end of a silver barbell winks at you.
Your jaw drops. “I’m sorry, you have a tongue piercing?!”
He smirks. “Got it a couple months ago. It’s fully healed now, so you get to be my maiden voyage.” You cringe and he laughs self-consciously. “Sorry, that sounded cooler in my head.”
You roll your eyes, but you’re laughing too as his hands reach for your ankles. He gently starts to pull you towards him and you cross your legs, scooting the rest of the way forward until your knees are touching his.
“Can I please kiss you now?” Jungkook asks, but you take his face in your hands and beat him to it.
Given his competitive streak, a part of you had expected everything about this to be rough and hard, but the way he kisses you is so gentle, it’s romantic. You’d forgotten what it’s like to be kissed like this, intimate and slow, not just a tongue shoved down your throat. Jungkook is continuing to prove to you what he already has time and time again: he is nothing like any man you’ve ever met.
You are really curious about that piercing, though, so you tilt your head and tentatively lick into his mouth. When you bump against the metal post he whines a little, and goddamn, you need to be in his bed right fucking now.
He must have the same thought because his hands run firmly over your hips and you both maneuver to your feet without breaking apart. You let him guide you backwards until your knees hit the end of the bed, and you sit down and gaze up at him, breathless from his kisses.
You’re a little nervous, you realize, but then you see the way he’s looking at you. “God, you are so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, and your face flushes.
Jungkook ducks his head to kiss you again, moving you to lay down, and his hand finds the small of your back beneath you. You can’t help but smile when he uses the arm wrapped around you to effortlessly lift you up and scoot you backwards to the head of the bed. You lean against the pillows as his tongue returns to your mouth.
His fingers start to play gently at the hem of your shirt as if asking a question. You nod and he pushes it up, your lips breaking apart only for as long as it takes to pull it over your head before finding each other again.
You reach to do the same for him, but he makes an “uh-uh” noise into your mouth, then pulls away. “I want this to be about you.”
You can’t help but laugh. “Jungkook, that is incredibly sweet, and it can absolutely be about me. But I think you will severely hurt your chances of bringing me to orgasm if you’re wearing that creamsicle nightmare shirt while you’re doing it."
He raises his eyebrows for a split second like he’s weighing whether or not he should accept that challenge, but then he shrugs with a grin and pulls his shirt off over his head. His body is ridiculous, lithe and toned, and he inhales sharply when you run your hands up his chest.
You realize now, as he unhooks your bra and tosses it off the edge of the bed, then starts to kiss down your jaw, that Jungkook is vocal. He makes these breathy little sighs against your skin as he goes, and when you do something like scratch your nails over his back or dip your head to trace your tongue along his neck, he outright moans. The low, raw sound makes your pussy throb.
Noise during sex has always been weird for you; you felt like guys expected you to be loud, which is hard to do convincingly when you’re nowhere near satisfied. But none of the sounds he’s making now seem in any way performative. You can tell it’s just him enjoying your shared pleasure the same way he does everything– unashamedly.
So when he sucks gently at the place where your neck and shoulder meet, lightly running his piercing over the sensitive skin there, your eyes flutter closed, and you don’t hold back the noise he pulls out of you.
“Fuck, Jungkook,” you breathe, and you feel him smile.
You’re overwhelmed by all the different sensations his mouth can make against your skin. He kisses, licks, drags his tongue ring, and bites along your neck and your collarbones, working you until you couldn’t keep quiet even if you wanted to. His hands slide up your waist, coming to cup your breasts, and he tries similar experiments with his thumbs over your nipples: barely-there tapping, then firmer pressure in slow circles, then light pinches that make you gasp and writhe.
He’s clearly educating himself, paying close attention to your responses to figure out the best ways to touch you and take you apart. No one has ever cared this much about what actually felt good to you before; this is a far cry from the half-hearted two minutes of foreplay you’re accustomed to. He really does act like he’s got all the time in the world.
The thought of him touching and kissing you like this for hours is dizzying. Even if he can’t make you come, you don’t fucking care, everything he’s doing still feels incredible. It’s a hell of a lot better than writing a paper.
Jungkook groans into your skin as he mouths down to your breasts, and when he shifts, you can feel his erection grind against your thigh. The knowledge that he’s just as turned on by this as you are, paired with a deft flick of his piercing over your nipple, makes you whine loudly. Your core is already aching to be touched, licked, fucked– anything.
He reaches to unbutton your pants while his lips and tongue still work at the bud of your breast in his mouth. Your hips lift up at his touch and he pulls your jeans down, dropping your nipple from between his teeth so you can kick them the rest of the way off.
His hands slip under the band of your panties with a grunt so heady it’s nearly a growl, but instead of pulling them down, he loops the fabric around his fingers once and pulls up, so the lace is pressed tight against your dripping cunt. Even that small amount of friction makes you whimper, your hips rocking in desperate search of relief.
“Can I take these off?” He pairs the question with another firm tug, so the lace rubs right over your clit as your hips circle.
You don’t even have the breath to answer, you want it so bad; you can only nod.
He pulls your panties off, tossing them to join the rest of your clothes on the floor before moving down between your spread legs. You’re so wet for him now that just his breath on your core is enough to make you moan.
You brush his hair off his forehead and watch as he brings his mouth to your thighs, trailing lips and teeth upwards. With each pass, he comes so close to where you want him, where you need him, but deliberately stops just shy, teasing you. He runs his tongue along the crease where your hip and thigh meet, and the drag of his piercing on your skin makes you cry out, delirious with anticipation.
But then his mouth goes in the wrong direction. Rather than close the small amount of distance left to finally, finally make contact with your cunt, he shifts away from it. His lips and tongue trail back over your hips, your stomach, and up the valley between your breasts. You lift your head in disbelief to watch him, and you don’t think you’re going to make it– you’ve never been denied pleasure like this before. Your eyes start to sting like they might well up with tears.
He keeps going, lips moving from your neck to your jaw and then finally back to your mouth. You turn your head to the side, your breathing ragged.
“Jungkook,” you nearly sob, “please.”
His voice is hoarse when he murmurs in your ear with a dark laugh, “I was wondering how long it would take you to beg for it. You really held out on me.” He kisses you again and you whine in frustration as he sucks on your bottom lip. He pulls away with a smile. “Talk to me. Tell me what you need.”
Your head swims; you try to form words through your desperation. “I– fuck, anything, anything. Please, Jungkook, please.” You sound so wrecked, so needy, but if he wants you to beg, you’ll do it, gladly. You’re going to die if he doesn’t touch you soon. Your hips shudder up against his, your nails dragging down his back.
“Good girl, love it when you say my name like that,” he groans into the crook of your neck, and your pussy clenches around nothing, your brain short-circuiting at the praise.
He doesn’t drag it out any longer– you don’t think you’d survive if he did– and instead just shifts to settle back between your legs. His hands come to your thighs and you’re so keyed up that you jump under his touch as he spreads you wide open. You’re nearly clawing at the bedsheets in preparation to finally feel him after so long, but instead of his fingers or his tongue, something wet hits your clit.
It takes a second for your brain to process that he spit on you. Fuck.
You look up to see him looking at you, wide-eyed, like he’s only just realized what he did. “Sorry, I should’ve asked first. Was that okay?”
It was fucking hot, actually, but you’re so far gone that you can’t make the words happen. You can only nod and roll your hips up toward him.
“Jungkook, please,” you manage to whimper one final time, and he dips his head to press a kiss to your inner thigh.
“Don’t worry,” he murmurs against your skin, “I’ve got you.” And then he closes his lips around your clit.
“Oh my fucking god,” you moan, relief flooding through you like a shot in the arm. His movements aren’t that different from how he first kissed you, gentle and sweet, and your clit throbs when his lip ring rolls over it.
Jungkook’s mouth falls into a steady rhythm, and he’s groaning against your pussy like it feels good for him, too. Enthusiastic is the only way to describe the way he eats you out; you really do believe he could do this all day.
Alternating with the movement of his lips, he starts to incorporate long, slow licks of his tongue across your folds. There’s enough spit and slickness that his piercing slides right over your clit, and it’s a sensation like nothing you’ve ever felt before that has you bucking against his mouth. He whines mid-lick when you do, and the vibration rips through you, your back arching in response.
That earns you two of his fingers slipped into your cunt, and for the second time tonight, you think you might die. Your legs start to shake as his fingers curl inside you.
“Yes, yes, oh fuck,” you groan. You don’t recognize your own voice; you’ve never made noise like this before, but nothing’s ever felt this good. You’re coming undone in his hands, under his tongue.
He changes up the rhythm on your clit, moving between fluidly swirling his piercing over it and pulling it into his mouth for hard suction. The pleasure is still overwhelming, but something about the switch-up takes you out of your body and into your head, and you falter for a moment.
He’s been at this for a while, and he does seem to be enjoying himself, but even so, you start to feel self-conscious. Are you taking too long? Is his tongue getting tired? What if you still can’t come from this?
Your momentary silence and lack of movement must be enough to send Jungkook’s competitive edge into overdrive, because he grabs your thigh with his free hand as if to pull you even closer and fully buries his face in your cunt.
He flattens his tongue against you and starts to shake his head aggressively, wiggling his tongue with it, and the barbell tapping rhythmically at your clit has you gasping for air and grabbing at the bedsheets.
As if that wasn’t enough, he adds a third finger inside you, slowing down for just a moment to make sure you’re accustomed to the stretch. He runs his free hand up your thigh and lays it flat below your stomach, pressing down firmly on your lower abdomen. You don’t know what to expect– no one’s ever done it to you before, but when he resumes rocking his fingers back and forth against your front wall under that extra pressure, you nearly drench his hand in arousal, it feels so good.
“Fuck, Jungkook, fuck!” You moan, and you wonder if the whole party downstairs can hear. You sound like a goddamn pornstar, the kind of noises that are so ridiculous you’d think they were fake if you weren’t experiencing the insane, all-encompassing pleasure yourself firsthand. Here, in Jungkook’s bed, in his fucking frat house, getting eaten out like you’re his last fucking meal.
You can’t even remember what you were worrying about now. There’s no space left in your brain for it, and your pussy is already starting to flutter around his fingers as you feel the pressure building in your core.
Out of sheer desperation, you wind a hand through his hair and lift your hips up against his mouth, matching his rhythm. He looks up at you and moans around your clit, nodding his head, clearly trying to encourage you without letting his tempo slow.
His breathing is ragged and loud as you grip his hair and rock your hips, bumping your clit against his pierced tongue again and again and again, exactly the way you need it.
Your moans increase in pitch and pace as you feel your orgasm crest. He responds back in time, encouraging you, his voice coming from some raw, primal place as he grunts open-mouthed, “uh-huh, uh-huh” against your clit, and you can hear his fingers working your cunt so well, and it’s all too fucking much.
You come so hard, it makes you question if you’ve ever actually had an orgasm before. Hands gripping at the sheets, toes curling, legs shaking violently, back arching up off the mattress, all with a loud moan that’s more like a sob. You have never in your life felt anything this good.
Jungkook slows but doesn’t stop as the aftershocks roll through you, slowly moving his head up and down to lick flat, long stripes over your clit as you continue to shudder against his face. Your thighs pull together reflexively when you become too sensitive, and that’s when he finally relents, pulling off and out of you.
You stare up at the ceiling, trying to remember how to breathe and wondering if you really did die after all. There’s a loud bang on the door, but you’re too blissed out to even give a fuck, and it’s just one of his frat bros yelling “alright, JK!” from the other side.
At least they’re supportive of a woman’s pleasure, you think, and then you can’t help but laugh at the sheer insanity of it all. Jungkook slides up the bed to lay next to you, and he’s smiling as he wipes his face with his hand.
“I guess you didn’t fake that one, huh?”
You can only shake your head as you struggle to get your breath back.
“Holy shit, I feel like I should say thank you,” you eventually manage, and he laughs his perfect laugh. You roll over to bury your face in his shoulder. “What the fuck, Jungkook– I think I saw my life flash before my eyes. That was fucking crazy.”
Jungkook flips onto his side facing you, propped up on one arm, his other hand gently running back and forth along the curve of your waist. “What can I say? I play to win.” He can’t hide his satisfied smile as the official winner of your first ever non-solo orgasm.
You lean against him, allowing your eyes to close again as your pulse slows, and you sigh contentedly as he presses his lips to your hairline.
“What time is it?” He asks after a few minutes. “Do you need to go write your paper?”
You tilt back to shoot him a death glare. “Do not mention my fucking paper right now, Jeon Jungkook. I’m trying to bask in the glow here.”
He laughs again and pulls you closer. “My bad.”
“And besides,” your face softens, and your eyes trace down to his hand that’s now gently palming over the front of his pants, where you can see the bulge of his erection. “I believe you promised me hours.”
He raises his eyebrows slightly. “Oh, I’ll give you hours.”
Your pussy doesn’t feel anywhere near recovered, but you’re somehow also aching for him to fuck you. If that was only his head game, you genuinely don’t think you’ll survive sex with Jungkook. But you’re willing to die trying.
“Come here,” his voice returns to that near-growl and he crawls over you, one hand cupping your jaw as he brings his lips to yours.
This time when his thigh presses between your legs, it’s on purpose. Your clit still twitches at the contact, but the pressure is indirect enough that it only feels good, and you rock your hips slowly into him.
You’re desperate to see him, touch him, return the favor, and your hand slips between your bodies to grab him through his pants. You whine against his lips when you feel how thick he is in your hand, and you pull little gasps out of him as you slowly start to pump him over the fabric.
“Please fuck me, Jungkook,” you whisper when you break apart, begging for it the way you’ve learned he likes, your hand still working him.
He bites down hard on your neck with a laugh, like he can’t believe you’re real.
You start to unbutton and push down his pants and then he flips onto his back to do the rest, shedding pants and boxers at the same time. You can’t help but giggle a little at his apparent urgency, pleased that he needs you just as bad, as he yanks his nightstand drawer out, retrieves a condom, and rips it open with his teeth.
But that urgency is gone once he’s hovering over you, cock teasing at your entrance, your knees bent and legs spread for him. It’s replaced by that same look in his eyes, those same gentle kisses, and arousal pooling in your belly at the realization that he really could do this for hours. But you need him now.
“Please,” you whisper one more time, and he groans against your throat as he pushes into you.
His pace is slow, hips rolling fluidly, and you’re still so sensitive that your walls flutter around him with each thrust. The thickness of his cock feels just as good as you thought it would. You moan loudly, arching back against the pillow, as his head drags over your sweet spot.
“God, you feel so fucking good,” he groans, his voice ragged. He keeps rolling his hips, stroking so slow and deep that it’s pleasure and torture all in one. 
Jungkook must be a fast learner, because when he thrusts into you one more time and you whine in response, the same strangled noise you made when he teased your cunt, he knows what you need. You don’t even have to beg for it.
His hands slide along the backs of your thighs and he pushes, just a little, folding your legs up so your pelvis tilts to give him full access to your cunt. And then he picks up the pace.
The pleasure is overwhelming as he bottoms out inside you over and over, and you’re already close to the edge of a second climax. You rake your nails down his back and his hips move even faster, both of you moaning with every thrust. The sound of skin on skin is so loud it’s obscene; there’s no way the whole party doesn’t know what you’re up to by now.
You don’t give a shit. You hope they’re all jealous.
Your legs start to shake as the pressure in your core builds, and you’re suddenly in dire need of release all over again. You move to reach a hand down between your legs, but Jungkook doesn’t miss a thing.
He lets go of one of your thighs to knock your hand away, replacing it with his own, his thrusts never slowing. You watch this time as he spits on your clit again, and then starts to rub circles over it.
It’s a touch you’ve felt before, fast and hard, usually performed by a guy who has no idea what he’s doing, and usually painful as all hell.
But Jungkook is very obviously a fucking expert in his field, and he must know that when you’re as slick as you are from his mouth and your own arousal, and you’ve already come once, and you’re this insanely turned on and desperate for it, it doesn’t hurt at all. Your hips lift up off the bed because right now, it’s fucking perfect.
“Oh my fucking god, Jungkook, fuck, yes, don’t stop–” you cry out, and your last moan is nearly a scream as you come all the way undone for him. Your cunt squeezes tightly around his length, and he only has to rut into you a few more times before he’s coming, too, with a loud groan of your name.
His head drops onto your shoulder as he finishes, gasping for breath. You lean back against the pillows, still shuddering a little but entirely spent, fucked out of your mind.
You’re only vaguely aware of what’s happening when he pulls out of you, or when the bed shifts as he gets up to dispose of the condom, then collapses back down next to you with a dazed sigh.
You roll into him, still lost for words, and he wraps both arms around you. You can hear his heart thudding hard in his chest, the same tempo as yours.
A laugh rips through you as you play the last few moments back and remember his hand shoving your own away. You look up at him. “So what are you, in charge of my orgasms now? Did I sign a contract tonight?”
“No,” he gives a small smile, and you see a blush creep up his neck at the reminder of something done clearly in the heat of the moment. “I don’t know. No one had ever made you come once before, so… I just wanted to do it twice. Set a new number to beat.”
You roll your eyes, but you can’t hide the grin on your face. “I’m not a video game, Jungkook.”
“Nope,” he laughs, tightening his grip around you. “You are so much better.” He ducks down to kiss you gently.
You’re still smiling when he moves to rest his chin on your head. “And you are better than my vibrator.”
There’s a comfortable pause, and then you decide you may as well do what you do best and ruin everything. “So, is now the time when I ask you the phrase that every frat boy dreads to hear?” You start, and he’s already looking at you when you glance up again. “What are we?”
He shrugs, looking totally nonplussed. “That’s up to you. I will literally go out there right now and announce to the entire party that you’re my girlfriend and I’m the first man to ever make you come, if that’s what you want.”
You press your face to his chest and laugh self-consciously. “Well, I think they already know about the second part. I wasn’t exactly quiet.”
His lips brush against your temple. “Don’t be. I want them all to know who’s fucking you right.”
You sigh, wondering how on earth this kid is real. There’s a big part of you, especially with the high of two orgasms rattling around in your brain, that wants to take the leap right now, straight into the unknown. You want to trust him fully, but you’re still scared of the uncertainty, the potential for disaster. It’s been a long time since you let someone all the way in.
“But the G word…” you say nervously. “That’s a lot for me, at least right now.”
“Okay,” Jungkook says simply, and when you meet his gaze, the look on his face betrays no hurt feelings or hidden agenda. It makes you feel like it really is okay. “We can be whatever you want,” he continues. “I’m not going anywhere.”
You can feel yourself getting emotional, and you bring your cheek to his chest again, hoping he can’t tell. “Well, whatever label we put on it, you are eating me out like that at least once a week.”
“Once a week?” He huffs softly. “How about once a day?” He shifts slightly to trail kisses along your neck. “Actually,” he murmurs in your ear, “I could go for seconds right now…”
You laugh and shove against his chest. “Hey, I’m still getting used to this brave new world over here. If you make me come again tonight I think I might literally die in your bed.” He relents with a smug smile and a kiss pressed to your cheek.
“But if you wanted to wake me up that way tomorrow…” you offer, and he gets that goddamn look in his eyes, the one that may forever be known as the look that ruined your life.
“Oh, I think we can make that happen.”
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It’s been weeks since you and your boyfriend Jimin have last had sex. He’s been away on tour and you’ve been home growing increasingly pent up while you wait for his return. So when he surprises you by coming home early, you waste no time relieving the sexual frustrations that have been taking over you both for the last few weeks.
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❦ Pairing: Rockstar!Jimin x college student!reader
❦ Genre: Smut | fluff | established relationship | porn with very minimal plot lol
❦ Word count: 3.9k
❦ Rating: 18+ pls interact responsibly!
❦ Warnings: secret relationship, unprotected sex, dirty talk, hair pulling, slight manhandling, cum shots, cum eating, petnames, praise kinks (for both y/n & jimin), slighttt daddy kink, hints of switch jimin, but mainly dom!jimin & sub!reader, jimin has a big dick, he has a name for his dick (sorry i think i’m funny), messy sex, size kink, teasing, edging, slight humiliation, begging, breeding kink, (practice. safe. sex.), hickeys, a bit of degrading but y/n gets praised right after. pussy eating, pussy devouring, jimin is STARVING. multiple orgasms, overstimulation… i think that’s it. super fluffy at the end, cuddling. kissing, etc. but nothing too cringe. i don’t think.
❦ a/n: This is basically just a teaser for my writing style before i post a project that’s coming soon (and i think people will be excited for). This is my first work on tumblr but i’ve been writing on and off for my whole life lol anyway i hope you enjoy it, I needed my first post to be about jimin bc he’s jimin and i love him so if this seems very self indulgent that’s bc it is 😭. ALSO i had two banners that i made for this fic and when i tell you it was so hard to choose i’m probably gonna put the second one at the end.
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The stress of the day weighed heavily on your shoulders as you finally had the chance to sit down, too tired to bother taking off your blazer but quickly taking off the heels that have had your feet cramping for the last two hours. between going to classes and attending interview after interview, you were burnt out — and what surely didn’t help was the absence of your boyfriend. Thanks to both of you having busy schedules and sometimes being in different time zones, it was hard for you both to call and text each other consistently. You loved your life, and you loved Jimin’s life, but sometimes you wished you could come home to cuddle with the love of your life, unloading all the mishaps and successes of the day whenever you felt the need.
You had to remind yourself this was a part of the process. The harder you worked the closer you would be to completing the dream you and jimin had conjured. You needed to get your business degree and some job experience so that when the time came you could become Jimin's manager. The both of you were confident enough to feel as though working together would only strengthen your relationship as well as be a way for the both of you to spend more time together.
You both knew how big of a step this would be, mixing work with your personal life, but you were confident you two would be spending the rest of your lives together, and so was Jimin.
It was your decision to keep your relationship secret. Knowing Jimin he would be more than happy to show you off any chance he could, but you knew that revealing his relationship status to the public would only cause problems. Between jealous fangirls and fanboys, groupies, publicists, and the like, it would only work to make your life harder. Jimin and his band of friends were starting to make it big and you didn’t want to be the reason his success came to a halt.
You sighed loosening the scrunchie in your hair so your face could relax.
It wasn’t like you were this thing Jimin was ashamed of, and you knew that very well. You both still met up in public and your hangouts weren’t restricted to late hours. It was just a relationship that was as private as could be. Seeing Jimin in disguise more often than not didn't upset you but was rather humorous. You didn’t mind having to keep things under wraps. It was the smarter thing to do.
But recently you’ve been having a change of heart. Seeing your friends flaunt their relationships in real life and on social media was something you had always envied. You were aware that keeping what you and Jimin have secret was your idea, but after four years things were starting to change.
After all, you and Jimin’s bond was stronger than when you first started out. You knew that the hate would get to you had you been so open about it in the first place, but now you couldn’t care less. You loved Jimin. you would do anything for him. Some strangers on the internet could never take his love away from you.
Seeing celebrity relationships thrive was inspiration for you. You knew how different the circumstances were. You weren’t a celebrity. Fans would surely think you weren’t good enough for him. A boring business student and a rockstar? not a very likely match. But after all these years your insecurities were tarnished.
You slipped your phone out of your pocket to see whether Jimin had messaged you at all. Being busy all day made it so that you weren’t able to check your phone. If you recall correctly, Jimin was in Arizona and was only a few hours ahead of you in New York.
You smiled when you saw a message he sent three hours ago. Something sweet, simply asking if you were alright and hoping your day went well. And he never forgot to tell you how much he loved you.
You messaged him back informing him that you just got home, telling him how much you missed him, and how you couldn’t wait for him to come back.
Your message didn’t deliver right away, so you assumed he had his phone turned off.
A loud grunt left you as you stood up off the couch, your feet digging into the burnt orange carpet. You were so happy when Jimin bought it for you and had put it in the middle of the living room where everyone would see it.
It was soft to the touch, and made your home feel even more cozy. you smiled dopily to yourself just thinking of Jimin and the little things he’s done for you. You shiver once you step off the carpet and your bare feet feel the bitter cool of hardwood. You made your way daintily to the bathroom, shutting the door behind you even though no one else was there. You turned on your speaker and prayed that the battery would last long enough for the long shower you planned on taking.
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Come to see me by Jun Hyo Seong played loudly on your speakers as you started to shimmy out of your tan pencil skirt. Recently you were starting to delve a little deeper in Korean R&B and had become a big fan of a few soloists, Hyo Seong being one of them.
You loved music a lot, and that had been what you and Jimin had initially bonded over. You both had met at the concert of your favorite band. There was a chill after party you had both made your way to, and the entire night was spent talking and laughing with each other. Jimin would tell you he had immediately known you were the one when he had seen how beautiful your smile was.
His career had taken off two months after that, and had of course made you nervous when you realized you had feelings for him. It was nerve wracking enough to confess your feelings for anyone, but when it’s someone in the public eye things become even harder — at least for you.
When Jimin confessed it was like a partial weight was lifted off your shoulders. Saying yes to him was the best decision you could’ve made.
You put your hand under the water to test the temperature, and once you were satisfied you stepped right in, humming quietly to yourself. Hopefully Jimin would be able to facetime tonight, you were missing his face more than ever. Maybe it would help if he posted on social media once in a while. You rolled your eyes just thinking about how hopeless he was with instagram and twitter, and his overall reluctance to even attempt trying to learn.
It was kinda cute that whenever he needed help he would come to you with his questions. Adorable, really.
You were starting to get light headed so you decided to cut your shower short, turning your speaker off and plugging it in for its next use. you wrapped a towel around yourself and scampered to your room in an attempt to not get the floor wet. Once in your room you slipped on your favorite panty set - it was silk and kept you from chafing against the lining like with some of your other underwear. It was dark blue with a bow at the top that matched the bra piece. you wrapped your hair up before climbing into some cool, clean, sheets.
You vaguely remembered that you hadn’t eaten dinner yet, but frankly you were dying to masturbate. After such a long day, after similarly long weeks, you’ve been trying to release some stress, trying to get off without having Jimin to help you, but more often than not you would fall asleep before you had the chance.
You dug into your bedside drawer and took a sleek black vibrator with gold trim. It was one of your strongest and would always have you seeing stars even before you orgasmed.
It was quiet inside your room. All that was audible was the low buzz of your vibrator and the sigh you let out as it made contact with your clit. You slipped it inside your underwear for better intensity, and the first thought that came to mind was Jimin. His hair wet after a shower, his abs and muscular arms holding on tightly to your thighs.
He would restrict your movements, make it so that it was impossible to writhe around, make it so that you would just have to take whatever he gave you, and take it you did.
You pretend it was him moving the vibrator up and down harshly between your folds. You were so wet, your legs shook harshly even though you had just started pleasuring yourself. It had been too long.
You slipped your free hand into your underwear and slowly started to finger yourself open. You imagined it was Jimin’s fingers thrusting into you. You cried out as your fingers started to move even faster and you turned your vibrator up to its highest setting.
You could barely hear yourself panting and moaning as you were so lost into your oncoming orgasm. Your eyes were shut tightly and your hips lifted up off the bed. You could barely control your movements— you were shaking harshly moaning Jimin’s name, wishing he would just come home and fuck you like you deserved.
In retrospect, it should’ve concerned you how oblivious you were to your surroundings. You didn’t hear the keys outside fitting into the lock, the door creeping open, nor the padded footsteps of your boyfriend as he stepped into your home.
Lost in blissful pleasure, you hadn’t noticed your bedroom door being opened and the man that stood watching as you rode through the aftershocks of your intense orgasm. Only minutes later when you opened your eyes did you see Park Jimin in the flesh, sporting a boner in his tight ripped black jeans. His eyes were dark and his bag had dropped to the floor.
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In his life Jimin had seen his fair share of eroticism. He’s had sex with many people, and he’s watched porn like they were superhero movies. He’s experienced. So why is it that he feels like creaming his pants when he sees you writhing around in your bed, vibrator visible under the damp silk of your panties. He can see the dark spot grow larger as you cum, and he’s sure even the slightest touch on his dick would have him cumming.
He can’t make a sound. He won’t. He wants to see you and he wants to see the look on your face when you realize he’s been watching you.
Jimin had endured one of the most time consuming flights of his life. Lines wrapped around the various corners of the airport for boarding, checking his luggage, getting food— no matter where he went it was mayhem. The only thing that kept him in high spirits was being able to come surprise you. The group had finished their schedules early and were granted a two week break before their next show.
He was expecting to come home and relax. Not come home itching to put his dick in you.
He watched as your chest heaved, your legs jerking once every few seconds.
“What the fuck.” Jimin spoke, his voice hoarse. “Baby you….” Jimin didn’t know what to say. When his eyes met yours he wasted no time climbing on the bed and slotting his lips against yours.
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You reached up to tangle your hand in his hair, eagerly returning his enthusiasm. Jimin reaches behind you to pull your head back. He kisses your nose before nuzzling against it. “I missed you so much.” He sighs before wrapping his free hand around your waist and pulling you on top of him. He’s kneeling and your legs wrap around his waist.
From under you Jimin can feel how wet your panties are and he curses under his breath.
“Poor baby,” he tsks, shaking his head softly as he looks you up and down. “Forced to pleasure yourself with only your fingers and a flimsy vibrator.”
You nod your head so harshly you feel dizzy. “Yes, yes.” you sob, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull yourself closer.
“You were so desperate, acting like a little bitch in heat.” He grips your hair harsher, forcing you to look at him before he meshes your lips together again.
“My pretty little baby, I'm gonna make you feel so good.” He promises. As you’re distracted by his lips sucking your tongue into his mouth, Jimin is hooking a finger into your panties and pulling them down. You can feel the way your cum drips out of your hole and you tremble in anticipation.
Jimin pushes you back onto the bed and lifts his shirt over his head and unbuttons his pants, sliding them off as much as he can without switching positions.
He looms over you and bites his lip before pushing two fingers inside of you slowly. He knows you just got done fingering yourself, but he knows how big he is and he doesn’t want you to hurt yourself on his fat cock.
He watches as your lips part into a silent moan, your eyes staring up at him but clearly unfocused.
“Still so tight for me.”
He pushes inside of you up to his knuckle before adding a third finger and slowly starting to slide in and out of your sloppy cunt. You’re so tight he’s practically drooling at how you’ll feel around his throbbing member.
You’ve missed him so much you want to skip the prep and the dirty talk and have him inside of you already but you know your boyfriend and you know how he likes to drag things out. Usually you don’t complain but right now you want him more than ever.
Unbeknownst to you, Jimin is facing the same problem. He wants to press his body against yours and fuck you like there’s no tomorrow, but there’s an order to these things and it’s an order in which he’s keen to follow through. He quickens his pace, feeling how your pussy gushes when his fingers slide in, and leaks from his tip at the slutty noises you make every time he thrusts his fingers inside of you.
He pulls his fingers out and forces them into your open mouth. “Tell me how you taste baby.”
You whine as your thighs continue to tremble— “good, i taste so good” you moan and Jimin sighs into your mouth kissing the taste of your cum.
You slide your hands down Jimin's thighs and push his pants down to his ankles where he kicks them off. Now, Jimin is only in his boxers while you lay in your bra.
When Jimin sits up you run your fingers down his toned abs and your throat catches at the sight of his thick cock. It looks so big even when constricted in his underwear.
Jimin grins when he notices where your attention has turned to before grabbing onto your thighs and pulling you down so that you’re no longer leaning against the pillows and have your legs hooked over his shoulders.
Jimin is eye level with your wet folds, eyeing your cunt like a man starved. He’s practically drooling at the sight of you. He slides a finger up and down your pussy and watches as cum sticks to his digit. “Fuck, baby.”
He licked his lips — the sight of your swollen pussy fluttering and clenching around nothing while your cum dripped down your thighs and onto the bed made him swallow hard.
“My pretty girl,” he smiled, watching as your breasts spilled out of the cups of your bra. “You know how much I love you, right?”
You opened your mouth but no words came out. “Right, baby?” Jimin asked, his hand coming to squeeze your thigh so tightly that you winced.
“Y-yes. I know.”
“Be a good girl for me, okay?”
“O-ok.” you moaned, vaguely registering Jimin’s tongue meeting your clit. Jimin shuffles against the mattress, face still pressed against your pussy as he dips his tongue into your hole. His nose bumps your clit every time he attempts to move deeper and it makes your hips jump.
You slide your hand into Jimin’s hair. It’s black, and wavy, and long, and it’s so sexy on him. You push his head further into your greedy pussy and he hums, moving his head side to side while sucking on your clit. He lets his mouth drag over the wet, and red, and swollen parts, his tongue reaching every inch of you.
Your breath shakes when your knees knock together and Jimin forces them down again. You feel a pleasant burn in your thighs and your eyes roll back as you cum onto his tongue.
Jimin pulls back but forcefully pushes his fingers into you, roughly thrusting into your pussy as you shake from overstimulation, crying on his fingers and moaning incoherently.
“P-please fuck me,” You sob, “please, please, plea-”
You cry out suddenly when Jimin grabs you by the arm and flips you both so that you’re straddling him and he’s laying down.
“So fucking greedy.” He mutters. He reaches behind you and snaps your bra so that it falls right off and your tits bounce right in his face.
You tighten your legs around him, reaching down to suck a hickey across his collarbone.
“I can tell your little pussy wants to wrap around daddy’s cock doesn’t it, huh baby? You’re so fucking wet, fuck.”
You know. You can feel how slippery Jimin’s thighs have become from you sitting on them. You want to tell him how you can’t get enough of him, but all that comes out is a whimper.
“Let daddy help you, okay baby?” Jimin slides off his boxers and rubs his flushed cock along your pussy. His tip is leaking so much, and you can feel his dick twitching from under you.
You start moving against it, humping his cock and feeling your juices blend together. You can feel the salty taste of your tears as you move quicker. You want it, you want him to fuck you for every day you two have been apart.
Jimin’s hands hold onto your hips and he helps you move along his cock making the stimulation even harsher. You can hear him moaning from under you, his pitched whines just turning you on even more.
“Please put your cock in me Jimin, fuck! L-let everyone know who I belong to.”
Jimin growls, stopping your movements and posturing his dick so that you slam down onto it. He wastes no time before he starts pounding into you, bouncing you on his cock.
Your boobs bounce violently from his aggressive thrusts and you hold onto them, playing with your nipples the way you know Jimin likes.
“Who do you belong to, baby.”
“Who’s pussy is this?”
“Yours, it’s all yours!”
“I wanna mark you up. Fill you up with my cum and watch as your belly bloats with my seed. I wanna see you cry on my cock. Would you want that baby? Your breasts to be swollen with milk and your tummy to grow round?”
“Y-yes oh my god”
He knows he’s close. It would be so easy to fill you up the way he wants to, watch as his cum drips out of you because you can’t hold it all in your sloppy cunt. Jimin is still pushing up into you, his fat cock stretching you open with every thrust.
“I-i’m gonna cum” You scream as you clench around him.
He grits his teeth, his balls tightening before he cums inside of you.
You feel so good, his cum filling you so well. It’s exactly what you needed. Exactly what you wanted. You both shake from the aftershocks of your orgasms, Jimin continuing to thrust into you while your entire body spasms.
“E-enough.” You cry, pushing down onto his chest. Jimin finally relaxes, slipping his dick out of you while you climb off of him. You get off the bed and Jimin clambers after you, watching as you kneel at the foot of the mattress.
“I wanna suck you off. Please, babe.” You whisper, sitting back onto your heels with your hands folded onto your lap. As if you were trained for this.
Jimin sits at the edge with his legs spread wide, his cock slowly peeking back up. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to how big he is. Larger than average. Jimin likes to say you two were made for each other, because no one can take him as well as you can.
He’s amazed at how such a tight pussy can fit around such a big cock.
You lean forward, taking him into your hand. He’s heavy, full of cum, as if he hadn’t let a load into you less than 10 minutes ago.
You leave a kitten lick on the underside of his shaft, feeling the veins and the way Jimin throbs. He’s a pleasant weight on your tongue and you swirl it around the tip before sucking him into your mouth.
Jimin sighs from above you, his hand gripping your hair and forcing you down onto him. He fucks your mouth like all you are is a toy for him to use. Everytime he inches you down onto him you can feel his pubic hairs tickle your nose and hear the spit fucking back in your throat.
You feel the tears falling and your eyes lose focus as Jimin continues to rut into you, abusing your throat like it was nothing.
Your hands squeeze his thighs and they shake from under you, his body spasming as he nears his orgasm. You pull off of him, your lips swollen and red, slicked with spit and pre cum.
“On my face,” you rasp, your throat scratchy and hoarse. “On my face Jimin, please. I’ve been good.”
Jimin whines and pulls you up into a tender kiss as he pumps his cock. “Whatever you want, baby.” He agrees, grabbing you by your throat and pumping his load onto your face with a long, drawn-out, groan.
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You’re not too sure what happens after that, but you wake up with the sun peeking through your curtain and Jimin’s arms wrapped around you. The sheets are clean and you have a fresh pair of underwear on, but no bra.
Jackass, you think to yourself, knowing Jimin is borderline obsessed with your breasts.
“Are you up?” Jimin asked as he smoothed his hands down your sides. You hummed, turning around so that you could snuggle into his chest. Jimin was always so warm, and more often than not that led you to using him as your own personal furnace.
“How are you feeling?”
“Good,” you smiled. “I’m so happy to have you back.”
“Mhm, two weeks of my undivided attention before I have to go back to work.”
You pouted immediately. “Don’t say the w word!”
Jimin laughed, his hands coming to wrap around your shoulders. “I’m sorry babe.”
You squinted at him before rolling your eyes and pulling the cover up to your chin. Jimin left a sweet kiss on your lips, morning breath be damned.
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❦ a/n: I genuinely wonder when that residual embarrassment will finally wear off whenever i share my work anywhere 😭 I hope this was good enough, it’s not really edited nor was it very planned out, and it’s also my first full blown smut work so yeah I hope you didn’t have any big expectations lol this isn’t really a good first impression, but I hope someone out there enjoyed it. I definitely need to practice with pwps.
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taegularities · a day ago
swan’s song | kth (m)
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a thousand thank yous to @missgeniality​​ for this absolutely stunning banner <3
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Summary: If Taehyung’s life is a musical, then you’re its best song. It’s truly unfortunate... how every good song must always comes to an end – but you never do. You play on and on to the beat of his heart.
⋙ pairing: Taehyung x reader ⋙ rating: 18+ ⋙ genre: established relationship; tiny bits of angst, lots of fluff, smut ⋙ warnings: dilf!tae yes, recurring theme of music and songs, slight fear of thunderstorms, so many cheesy lines it’s disgustaaang, post-partum depression (just for a tiny tiny bit), birth of a child (no explicit description, just fluffy feelings), explicit sexual content: baby-making sex, soft dom tae, impregnation kink, oral (f. & m.), fingering, body worship, she has stretch marks and he loves it, praising, dirty talk, kissing, breast play, unprotected (baby-making !!!!!!!) sex, multiple f. orgasms, they’re cracked and dumbasses i love them so much ⋙ word count: 21.6k ⋙ a/n: heeey! this is a love letter that i wrote around two months ago, to my very favourite couple. happy 1 yr anniversary to songs about you 🤍 thank you to @hobisuniverse​​ and @missgeniality​​ for loving this couple since forever and for helping me so so much with this fic 🥺 shoutout to my love bells, who wrote the proposal and candy’s toast and let me use it <3 taewan live on 🥺 hope y’all enjoy !! feedback is as always appreciated <3 ⋙ reading the first two parts adds to the backstory, but is not necessary. THIS FIC CAN BE READ AS A STAND-ALONE!
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When you told Taehyung to take care of the decorations, this is not what you meant.
The balloons are scattered on the ground, every possible colour building a rainbow, because he didn’t want a specific one assigned to your baby. You already know it’s a girl; you’ve even brainstormed names for her in advance – but Taehyung remains steadfast in his decision to not raise her in the traditional princess-and-unicorns way.
“Hey, if she decides she’s into racing cars instead of dolls, fine by me,” he always says, never failing to add a quiet, “dolls are scary anyway.”
But the chaos at your feet?
You wish you could scold him for it – tell him that he was supposed to glue the decorations to the wall. But he’s so excited and thrilled that you can’t muster the strength to do so, shifting your frustration elsewhere instead as you whine, “I still need to clean the kitchen. And then put snacks on the table and… wait, did you call Namjoon, ‘cause he needs to bring–”
“Swan,” Taehyung calls, wrapping an arm around your shoulder to pull you into his body, “it’s all fine. Everything’s clean and in order, and yes, Joon is bringing the cake.”
You take a breather.
He knows his nickname for you is a weakness – it has long become a common utterance between you, accompanying you since high school when you got utterly obsessed with Tchaikovsky’s Swan Lake. And Taehyung won’t let you forget your love for the piece to this day.
Cuddling into his embrace, you ask, “How are you so calm?”
“I just… don’t care much for perfection?” He pauses, adoration written in his eyes. “Perfect cakes, perfect presents… You’re healthy, and anything beyond that just doesn’t stress me out all that much.”
He says it so nonchalantly. Like it’s no big deal. But to you, his care and love are anything but ordinary, the biggest deal ever. In every waking moment that you struggled with your pregnancy, Taehyung was by your side, ready to abandon meetings and his work for an hour or two to guide you through your fatigue and stress.
You reckon you might’ve lost your sanity long ago if it wasn’t for him.
“It’s gonna be fine,” he assures, squeezing your shoulder once before he lets go and bends down to pick up the balloons.
It’s a pity that the winter is raging outside – if it wasn’t, you would’ve planned a little garden party, worn flower crowns, light blue dresses and provided ice cream and milkshakes. But ever since you moved into Taehyung’s apartment, you’ve estimated that several horses can line up in the ample space present here. So you guess that does the trick, too.
Maybe you can coordinate it better with your next child.
Because the truth is, no matter how much happiness your togetherness and shared DNA brings to you, you didn’t plan any of this. Taehyung was a beloved friend with benefits, and your love story was close to burning out. Failure in communication led to almost full radio silence before he captured your heart all over again.
And telling him about the pregnancy was the last main sign that proved just how much you belonged to him; and he to you.
You’ve heard harsh critique about your state; a child born out of wedlock is what they always call your baby. They view you as young and naive, incapable of handling things on your own after popping out of college as a fresh graduate.
But you don’t care too much, and neither does Taehyung.
Because for him, all that has ever mattered was your wellbeing; anything beyond loving you and caring for you was waved off with a careless smirk. And despite the fact that you’re the big CEO’s little girlfriend, you’ve learned to focus on positivity, too.
“What’s with the guitar cookies, by the way?” you question as he works on the balloons, planting your hands on the table you prepared. “I saw them on the kitchen counter earlier.”
“Just manifesting that she loves Linkin Park as much as I do,” he answers, groaning as he reaches up the wall.
“You think making her listen to Leave Out All The Rest every night isn’t enough?”
“You barely ever let me.”
“Well she’s too young for rock music.”
“No one’s ever–”
Your amused banter stops when the doorbell rings, and you flinch for a moment, a hand on your chest before you walk over and peek through the spy. Candy, your and Taehyung’s mutual best friend, as well as her boyfriend Hoseok build the first cheerful pair to enter your place – and from here onwards, guests begin flooding the space in an interval of mere minutes.
The affair passes stressfully but smoothly, and you spend most of your time on your feet except when your daughter starts kicking again. With the cake already cut and dinner served, you escape to the bedroom quietly, sitting down with a groan before you prop up your legs and swollen feet slowly.
The laughter and conversations soon fade into the background, and you allow yourself to close your eyes for just a moment before the door creaks open and someone slips in.
“Ah. Found you,” is what the voice remarks, strolling in cheerfully before she sits down next to you, “you okay?”
“Yeah. Just tired.”
Candy sighs before she places a hand where your own rests on your stomach, rubbing it gently and with a tender, soft smile before she asks, “Is it hard? To know you’re responsible for a little life like that.”
You think for a while.
There have been times when you spent your afternoons crying, missing your flute lessons and performances – even standing would leave you breathless. You’ve caught yourself drifting and counting down the days one too many times.
But when the little existence inside you kicks… or conjures the same old boxy grin onto Taehyung’s face… when she reminds you that she’s there, waiting to meet you, impatient and tiny, you realise that those might be the days you’ll miss when they’re over.
“No,” you finally answer, lifting your chin, proud and happy, “it’s not. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever experienced.”
“Tete takes good care of you, right? ‘Cause if not, I’ll–”
“He does. He does… he spends hours talking to us.”
You watch her expressions change, surprised at the combination of glee and melancholy that spreads across her features; and when her lips begin to drop, you ask, “What about you? Are you planning something with Hobi already?”
Candy snaps out of her brief trance, immediately shifting into her usual self again as she shakes her head and clarifies, “No. No, not at all. Not yet at least. But maybe one day? Seeing you like this makes me want it, too. Makes me wonder if he ever wishes for the same thing.”
“If I know one thing about you two,” you start, shrugging your shoulders, “is that you’ll screw your brains out until your house is filled with tiny yous. No doubt that he wants it, too.”
She rolls her eyes, but her laughter doesn’t stop, and she pushes your angled legs sideways before she remarks, “Says you. Tae and you would get at it whenever you got the chance. Remember when I asked–”
“When you asked if we did anything else, too? Yeah, we did.”
From the corner of your eyes, you spot the speaking silhouette entering the room, relaxed and idle steps carrying it forwards before his features sharpen.
With a smirk, you stare at the approaching man of your dreams, completing his thought as you sing-song, “He liked hearing me sing.” Taehyung comes to a halt next to Candy, his eyes falling onto where her and your hand connect on your tummy. “We also went on fancy McDonald’s dates and went vinyl-gazing.”
“Other people watch stars, you know?” Candy says as she rises, bumping Taehyung’s shoulder lightly. “Join me outside.”
You nod and sit up as Taehyung offers his hand, questioning, “How are we doing?”
“Doing well. Namjoon and Princess are still not talking, and Jungkook managed to rope me into a conversation about his games, but… otherwise, managing. Missing you.”
You get to your feet carefully, held by his hands, giggling as you tease, “You miss me all the time.”
“So?” His fingers travel to your face, holding it in their grip tightly before he begins to squeeze your cheeks, cooing at you, “What’s wrong about missing your pretty, bratty face?”
“Ye’re lucky thet–” You push his hands off your face, rubbing the spot he pulled at so mercilessly. “Ouch, you ass. You’re lucky that you’re cute or I wouldn’t wanna make any more babies with you.”
Taehyung gasps, following your steps with an open mouth as he wonders, “You want more babies with me?”
“Shut up.”
The moment you step out, you halt, taking in the chaos of every guest scattered god knows where. The first pair you notice consists of Hoseok and Candy, having abandoned all your expensive furniture to sit on the ground next to the fireplace, backs leaned against the walls and discussing something heatedly.
“Hey!” she exclaims once she detects you inching closer, fingers lifting from her discarded heels and towards Hoseok. “We were just discussing you two.”
“What were you discussing?” Taehyung asks, one eyebrow raised and arms folded.
“Oh, I don’t know. The pregnancy. The baby shower. The musically inspired decoration and how you’re disgustingly perfect for each other.”
“Nothing new then.”
“He just killed every feeling in my cheeks, though,” you remark, rolling your eyes at your boyfriend, “we’re not as cute as you might think.”
“Do you need me to attack?” Candy asks, her voice growing higher with each syllable before she comes to a stand. “I’ll attack, if you want me to.”
“You two bash me any chance you get. Help me out.”
He says the last part to Hoseok – but the older man only shakes his head cluelessly, raising his hand as if to shield himself from his woman’s wrath. It makes you laugh, the gentle domesticity. The adult life you’ve always seen in romcoms, the perfect bubble that you didn’t think existed in real life.
“No, she’s right,” you add, fuelling the fire as you hold a cheek towards his face, “apologise.”
But instead of kissing your cheek, he rolls his eyes once again, sighing in defeat before he tells his still crouching friend on the ground, “Tell your girl it’s not cool to gang up on me. Or to snatch my girl.”
You and Candy stand in the corner with your arms draped around each other’s shoulders, laughing and enjoying the scene unfolding before Hoseok shrugs – probably not quite aware what he’s muttering when he says, “What the wife wants, the wife gets.”
The comical silence that follows lets your jaw fall, awkwardness befalling the circle in which you stand – and you think that somewhere in the distance, you can hear birds chirp and a plane take off.
A soft blush dusts Hoseok’s cheeks, and you laugh when Candy digs her nails into your bicep and Taehyung jokes, “Damn. Not even we are married yet.”
When the celebratory mood calms and guests leave one by one, your eyes start drooping until you’re swaying at your spot. You don’t know whether it’s the exhaustion that socialising brings or the existence inside you draining you of energy – but once the door closes and the apartment empties, you let Taehyung know that you’re hurrying to bed.
Taehyung, yawning into the back of his hand, steps to your form. Brushing his fingers against your waist, he presses a gentle kiss onto your forehead, sighing in equal tiredness as he says, “I’ll load the dishwasher and clean up a bit. Go rest some, yeah?”
With a slow nod, you disappear into the bathroom, washing up before climbing into bed. But despite the relaxation that the soft mattress brings, your mind doesn’t slip into a peaceful sleep. Instead, you lie awake, replaying some of today’s conversations in the silence of the room.
You wonder how long it will take Namjoon and Princess to repair the damage their past brought. You wonder if you’ve ever seen Candy as happy as she is now. As their faces flash into your mind again, you question when all of you grew up like that; when your childhood faded and gave way to the new beginnings you're still trying to get used to.
When Taehyung enters the room, your place lying clean and still, he’s not surprised when he finds you still awake. Just like you always are when he comes home from work late.
You’re swimming in a sleepy state akin to a drunken haze, the air filling with comfort and relief when you feel his hands on your tummy late at night. He inhales the scent of your shampoo, fingertips drawing forms on your growing stomach; and when you hum in content, you hear him whisper, “Swan?”
A little pause.
“You should sleep instead of waiting for me, baby.”
“I couldn’t.”
“Yeah?” he voices, kissing his way from your shoulder to your cheek. “Couldn’t sleep without me?”
It’s not the first time you hum and waste your night away, exhausted beyond imagination, but never reaching the ultimate state of calmness until you’re wrapped in his arms. It’s a habit you shouldn’t grow used to – not now that the due date sneaks closer.
You need rest and energy at all times; but Taehyung can’t deny that your need for his presence lights his heart up like a Christmas tree.
“I’m…” you begin, turning to lay on your back before you look into his sparkling eyes, “really nervous.”
“Well, it’s just. I’ve never bore a child before.”
You state the painfully obvious. But Taehyung is not here to ridicule your fears. He's here to make you feel less alone.
“Hmmm.” He hums, his lips still kissing your tender skin and the fabric of your shirt. “I’m nervous, too.”
With the literal extra weight you carry, you almost forgot that Taehyung is part of this whole process, too – you reckon with the added stress at work and him doing errands all around, you didn’t quite realise that his thoughts were circling around labour, too.
He always remains calm around you. Excited, yes, but never in visible fear; or like he’s not sane enough to guide you through hardships.
Or maybe, he’s just holding himself together for you whenever you can’t.
“I’m kinda scared I might miss it,” he elaborates, biting the inside of his cheeks, “I sometimes dream of you in labour and I just, I don’t know. Don’t want you to be in this much pain.”
You smile into the darkness. His hopes are endearing; albeit unrealistic, they harbour love and empathy. You trace the veins of his hand that still rubs your clothed tummy tenderly, and with drooping eyes, you say, “There’ll be plenty of this. We can’t really avoid that.”
“Yeah, I just… wish I could take some of it.”
“You already are.”
His fingers halt on your tummy and retract, and he pushes his hands under his head as he looks at you and asks, “Back when… when I came back and you told me about this… did you think I was gonna resent you?”
Back then… not more than four months ago.
When you’d still spend nights in your room alone, the mattress growing cold on the other side; the overload of hormones toyed with your already overthinking mind. And right when you felt your nerves bursting, numbing your brain and your body, he came back to you with red-rimmed eyes and a crushing bang.
He’s told you how he felt in the time apart – how dull and grey his days had become and how his brother Namjoon had put his heart back in place again.
You regret the juvenile naivety now; hate that you didn’t communicate earlier – but with time, you’ve learnt to let the rope of your past let go eventually. It doesn’t do letting your palms bleed like that.
“We had a rough time,” you begin quietly, swallowing the slowly emerging knot of nostalgic sadness, “you had never told me before that you were in love with me, but I always knew you had a soft spot for me of some sorts. And I don’t know… part of me was sure you’d support me.”
You shift closer to his body, turning your head to look at him. The breath escaping between his divided lips warms your skin from only inches away, and you clear his forehead from the stray hair strands before you continue, “But the other part thought I’d have to deal with this alone. We’re young. And you were busy, and I…”
“I was so in fucking love with you,” he cuts in, digits wrapping around your wrist to pull it to where his heart beats. “When you told me, I was over the moon and it just… put things into perspective more.”
“Like what?”
“Like. I got this ultimate proof for wanting to stay with you. And you were crying and overwhelmed, and so scared, and… the voice in my head just screamed that no, I can’t ever leave this woman behind, no matter what the hell happens.”
You listen intently, but you don’t realise the goofy, smitten grin on your face until he shoots you a look almost apologetic. As if he’s sorry for igniting those familiar, seething sparks in your heart.
“We’re so…” you begin, scouring your thoughts for the right word, “sappy today.”
“The situation makes me weak, okay?” Taehyung defends, a jovial laugh breaking the quiet serenity lingering between you. “And thinking back. I missed you. Like crazy.”
“I know.”
His palm comes to a rest behind your ear, tugging you closer until his lips ghost right at the sharp corner of your mouth. He stops the steady knocking of your heart for a brief, silent moment, and when he speaks again, his voice sounds changed; vulnerable, unguarded and so, so frail.
“You’ll be okay, right?”
Giving him a sanguine nod, you gather all hope and optimism in your voice, and tell him, “I’ll be okay. For all of us.”
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Taehyung worships the ground you walk on every waking second of his life.
You turn the often miserable earthly existence into heaven; like your home isn’t your home, but a cloud that refuses to dissolve. Like you’re the compass leading him to an eternally blissful life. A symphony’s rhythm to which his beaming heart beats.
Whenever he isn’t working, he’s floating around you, reading your every wish from your lips before you can utter it; and he’s proud of it. Thinks that he’ll never do less for you than he does now.
Except, when the big, glorious day finally arrives and he gets a call right after a tiring meeting. You rushed to labour, Candy says. As the only available acquaintance, she drove you over, panicked and nervous, watching you squirm and pant on the passenger’s seat without Taehyung by your side.
“But she wasn’t supposed to deliver before next week!” Taehyung exclaims, his voice trembling, a heavy knot growing thicker in his throat.
“Well, the doctor's predictions aren’t always one hundred percent! Just… get your ass over here!”
Candy’s words are decisive but gentle; despite his absence, he’s still a working man. Trying his hardest to provide for you and the little family you’ll soon be, and no one can blame him for living through the current of life.
Which doesn’t stop Taehyung from hyperventilating anyway.
Hurrying to the hospital, a thin sheen of sweat coats his forehead, and he clutches the steering wheel, uttering curses, watching his knuckles pale.
He imagined it’d be him taking you to the hospital, giving you reassurances and hugging your fears away. But how are you now? Taehyung wishes he could tell from his carseat, the beat of his heart rapid and wild as he prays for you to be okay.
As he enters the hallway after two wrong turns, Candy’s already standing in front of the room you must be in; her hands are folded in front of her, her head tilted as she watches the door like she’s guarding you.
Taehyung doesn’t bother to throw any kind greeting at her, feet rushing to her before he places a hand on her shoulder and asks, “Am I too late?”
Candy shakes her head, her eyebrows shooting up as she takes in her friend’s nervous countenance. His forehead is wrinkled, lips turned downwards, his eyes glassy and the tears close to escaping. Has she ever seen him this emotionally weak before?
It’s funny what you’re able to ignite in him.
“You’re not too late.”
At her words, at least an ounce of the weight falls off his shoulder, and he sighs before he adds, “Is my daughter okay? Is Swan okay?!”
With a nod, Candy shakes off his hand from her shoulder, gripping his biceps instead as she tells him gently, “They’re okay. But she’s tired… cried a lot, and she’s stopped, but. The pain comes and goes in waves.”
“Really?” Taehyung questions with agony in his voice.
But Candy rubs his arms soothingly, assuring him, “It’s childbirth, Tae. It’s normal. She’s probably close to delivering, so go in and be with her, yeah?”
She doesn’t need to tell him twice.
With two big steps, he’s opened the door and taken you in. Your eyes are closed and your breathing is steady; some of your hair strands are glued to your forehead, and your hand rests on your stomach so peacefully that you look like you’re sleeping.
But when the doctors ask him questions, making sure that he’s not an intruder but the father of your child, your eyelids snap open. He’s talking to them, but his focus remains on you – furrowed eyebrows, the crease carved between them dripping with worry.
“Hey, handsome,” you greet with a tender smile, your voice drained, your sigh heavy, “didn’t think you’d make it today.”
Taehyung steps to the bed and plummets onto the chair next to you with a smile so fond and tender that you feel your muscles liquify. Even in his fear, he’s the prettiest existence you’ve ever laid eyes on.
Thick eyebrows, moles smiling at you, dark hair parted in the middle and pupils housing an ocean of galaxies. You hope your child carries the same stars in her orbs as he does.
“You’re crazy to think that,” Taehyung remarks. His voice is still a mumble, shaking with the first hints of approaching sobs. “I’m here, baby.”
He didn’t think there was any state left he needed to see you in to melt. If he loved you before, the feelings bubbling in his overwhelmed heart now are too much, truly showing him what being alive and a human being means. You’re more than his vulnerable soul can take – more than he deserves.
Grabbing the hand resting on your stomach, he brings it to his rosy lips, kissing each and every knuckle before he places your palm flat against his cheek. You watch him in silence, grimacing when the pain comes crawling back again slowly.
“How was work?” you ask casually, looking at his calming smile.
“Boring,” he answers, baffled that you can still think about anything else but your pain; about him. “Missed you.”
“Are you gonna act like it’s a surprise?”
“I’m… well, you have a lot of… meetings, right?”
In the silence of the room that only your conversation breaks, third and fourth voices mingle, and Taehyung overhears the doctors talk about how your cervix has already opened, and that the second stage should approach soon-ish.
Both of you have researched tons of things about childbirth. Like, that it takes at least four hours for the cervix to open fully; that the time varies. That a lot of messy and ugly things are involved, followed by the most beautiful, wonderful sensation that is the beginning of a new human life.
According to when Candy texted him first, in the middle of a meeting, more than two hours must have passed.
“Meetings are boring, too, baby,” Taehyung says, shrugging his shoulders lightly, “and my Swan radar was going insane today anyway.”
You laugh at his choice of words, ready to answer with something similarly endearing and teasing before the cramps come crashing back in a sudden wave.
And that’s how the afternoon ends and the evening begins.
The pain stops being bearable and gains intensity, and he sits by your side for what feels like hours. Watching you scream, cry, whisper his name, curse the world. Begging the doctors to finally get that kid out of you, affection turning to anger, anger turning back to affection.
It’s both worrying and hilarious, and Taehyung doesn’t know if he wants to keep grinning at you or burst into tears at your misery. But he’s here. Holding your hand all the time. Whispers sweet promises to you, kisses your forehead and your fingers.
“Tell them to give me something!” you cry at one point, close to the descent of your child; you think you might explode. “A pain killer or whatever, Tae, fucking please.”
The nurse addresses you by your last name, sitting between your spread legs before she pats your ankles and says, “It’s normal, love. And it’s gonna stop soon, you’re almost there.”
It takes another hour and some more curses until things finally start to happen. Candy enters the room with excitement buzzing in her body; enduring the long hours feels easier with them by your side.
You wish your or Taehyung’s parents were here, too. Who would’ve thought that this affair would happen so suddenly, in the middle of the day?
The sun sets all too soon, and you feel exhaustion flood your body. When the process reaches its peak, constant reassurances and ”Push, keep pushing!” are thrown into the room, and your yelling numbs Taehyung’s ears before… it’s over.
A high-pitched cry sounds beautifully, a new voice filling the room as you slump back into the delivery chair and attempt to steady your breathing.
Taehyung doesn’t notice he’s closed his watering eyes until he opens them, and suddenly, the sight combined with the sound of a newborn child dizzies his mind. It’s happening. It’s actually happened.
Even after nine months, the moment doesn’t feel real.
From afar, he watches the nurses clean the tiny girl carefully; words have dissipated into thin air, the ability to form sentences long vanished. He’s silent, speechless – his hand still clutches yours, your breathing still registering in his mind.
But shit.
Does every father feel enchanted in a moment like this?
Is that what he anticipated before, too? No way. This feels new. Indescribable. Like a spell.
And then, the nurse holding your child is done, cooing at the baby in her arms before she locks eyes with you. Your gaze darts between your daughter and Taehyung, and you shoot him a comforting smile as you ask him, “All good, babe?”
It should be him asking you that. But he’s still unable to utter words just yet; seems like he’s alone with the struggle, because from the other side of you, Candy chirps, “She’s talking to you, friend.”
He silences again once you take your baby onto you thankfully, your arms wrapping around her perfectly, pulling her against your chest. Immediate tears trail down your cheeks and onto the hospital gown, and you sway your baby feather-lightly as you whisper, “Look at the way her tongue is sticking out, Tae.”
Your tender voice is dipped in endless love and disbelief, quivering and drowning in your sobs before you look at him and… find him crying just as much.
It’s a fest of tears, you realise, because even on your right side, Candy is muffling her sounds with her palms. She’s sniffling, leaning forward, elbows resting on the chair next to your body. You nudge her limbs with your elbow, nodding as you say, “Hey. What’s up?”
“Just,” Candy says, wiping her tears that don’t stop anyway. “Just happy.”
“Me too.”
Taehyung gulps, shifting closer; almost like a child peeking at something curiously. His eyes are blown wide, glittering, his lips apart and eyebrows raised. And you sniffle once more, gesturing for him to come closer before you voice, “Here.”
“Do you…” he starts, licking his lips as he pulls his flesh and blood into his arms. “Do you remember what we wanted to call her?”
You nod, rubbing your eyes and tilting your head in the way he loves the most. “Of course I do.”
“Do you still want to?”
“Yeah… yeah, I’d love to.”
“Elegant and beautiful. It suits her, right?” he murmurs, exhaling deeply. “Ara.”
His mind is fog shrouded, eyes blinking and focusing on the way the big eyes are looking at him; so, so huge on the miniscule face. Her pupils stare back at him like two moons; innocent and calm, the cries having subsided as she takes in the expression and warmth of her father.
She doesn’t know he’s ready to die for her. Give up everything, hold her just like this, now and forevermore; she doesn’t know just yet, but he feels it with a burning intensity of a thousand suns.
And that’s what she is.
Because as he takes her small hand into his enormous hand, he can’t help but compare her to the star. She reminds him of radiance; pretty lights brightening the world. If he thought he could never love anyone as much as he loves you, he was mistaken.
You’re already drifting; tremendously exhausted. The hand that you placed on his thigh begins slipping slowly, enchanted by the way he looks at her. The way she looks at him. As though her lips-smacking, squinting, wiggling self senses that she’s safe, loved and protected.
But you don’t break until he speaks again, whispering, “She’s so tiny.”
Your heart shatters in the most wonderful way you can imagine; just a few years ago – or heck, even one year ago – you didn’t think you’d ever walk this path with him. You couldn’t say where your fuck buddy affair would lead; some pieces of you were sure you’d break things between him and you and return to normal life. Drift apart.
Only, life without him isn’t normal. Life without him has never been the route to take, never the future you desired.
You love him with the power of every naturesque phenomenon known to humanity. A supernova. A hurricane. A thunderstorm. Lightning, fire, gravity. He pulls you in… never pushes you away.
“She is,” you voice as the hammering of your heart gives way to a gentle beat. “She is, right?”
Then, you start dozing off. The last thing you feel is his kiss on your forehead, words whispered to you that you decipher as, “I love you so much, so, so freaking much, baby.”
And to the song of his voice, the blanket of sleep wraps around your consciousness eventually.
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The musical piece your life was during your pregnancy and days after birth turns into a gloomy symphony akin to Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata.
Things should be good. They’re supposed to be good. And, somewhere, they are.
Euphoria is real; the love you feel for Taehyung and Ara is real – he plays and laughs with her when you’re too busy or exhausted. And the first few weeks pass with you basking in enthusiasm and happiness; there’s no joy greater than yours, you believe.
But then, things begin to shift.
Like you’ve walked through an invisible, paper-thin wall of sadness that has latched onto your back and refuses to let go. You don’t know where it comes from – or rather, you don’t try to make sense of it until Taehyung drives you to your doctor, a regular check up turning into a deep conversation that diagnoses you with something you didn’t even comprehend in the beginning.
Postpartum depression is what she says.
Accompanied by melancholy, exhaustion, fears and guilt. Guilt about not wanting to wake up every night to fulfil your daily duties anymore. About not wanting to hear a crying child anymore. About wishing for just one calm, peaceful day.
And your body hurts. No one told you it would hurt like this.
You don’t miss Taehyung’s worry in small gestures and words; he doesn’t ask you straightforwardly, hoping that things might settle soon. But he cooks for you; cleans for you; buys you whatever you need, takes care of you without you ever asking it from him.
He doesn’t ask – until you stop talking altogether.
On a quiet summer night, you close the door of your bathroom behind you with tired eyes, yawning into your palm before you lay down on your shared bed. Taehyung is scrolling through his phone, looking through social media when you sigh next to him.
Ara has long gone to sleep, and the peace and quiet at your place numbs your mind with an overwhelming calmness. Like your brain is winding down and abandoning one thought after another.
You’re ready to pass out for the night and give in to a possibly dreamless sleep. That might be ideal. But before you can drift off, Taehyung places his phone on his nightstand, shifting on the bed to lie down next to you and wrap his arm around your waist.
You groan when he pulls you closer, and furrow your eyebrows when he kisses your neck, saying, “Need sleep, babe.”
“I’m just cuddling.”
Your lack of response breaks his heart into tiny splinters. He misses when you joked around with him, teasing him, awaiting his return from work just to watch an animated movie and doze off on his shoulder. Nowadays, you barely look at him.
“Swan,” he calls, his hand rubbing your stomach, his hot breath falling against your cheek, “please talk to me.”
When you freeze, he pulls you closer; hides your bodies under the thin white blanket as he waits for an answer. But you merely sigh, shaking your head as you tell him, “There’s nothing to say.”
“Nothing to say to me?”
“Nothing to say at all, really.”
“Baby, I won’t be able to help you if you don’t talk to me,” Taehyung begins, slight impatience changing his conversation tone. You understand his frustration – it’s your own, too. “I know what the doctors told you… I was there. And I’m tryin’ to–”
“You don’t need to. It’s fine.”
A beat of silence.
Then, he asks, “What?”
You’re desperate; you just want to sleep. Nothing in you feels the particular urge to explain to him how hard your mind has been spiralling lately. But deep inside your core, you know that this is not what your relationship consists of – it’s about care, communication and safety. The constant secrecy and fear of revealing your thoughts to him aren’t usually part of your love.
But you’re sick of being a burden.
“If it stresses you too much, it’s fine, Tae. I can take care of myself and–”
“Do you think I’m doing this, because I feel like I have to?”
He interrupts you with irritation lacing his voice. The sudden question catches you off guard, and you press your lips into a thin line, attempting to choose your next words carefully as you argue, “I mean… it’s not like you’d want to be in this situation voluntarily.”
“No, but we are in this situation. Look at me.” His tone grows oddly authoritative, monotone but powerful. His grip around you loosens, and you grow more irate, more frustrated as you flip to your other side and meet his eyes. “We. I’m not here, ‘cause you’re forcing me, but because I want to be your anchor.”
The words he utters contrast the hardness of his voice, but with each syllable, the soft lilt returns bit by bit. Especially when he detects your damp waterline, the tears that are threatening to spill. They hold back fiercely; but then, you blink, and Taehyung follows the wet trail down your cheeks intently as you whisper, “Tae, I…”
“We’re a team, Swan,” he continues, tenderly, “don’t go silent on me.”
Whatever dam you built to keep your thoughts at bay breaks when his hand squeezes your waist, and you inhale a sharp breath as your eyes wander to his hardened jaw. He’s not suffering because of the reason you fear – but because you don’t let him be a part of those fears.
“I just… feel like I’m trapping you. You don’t deserve to feel like shit right after becoming a father. Like,” you admit, shaking your head as he listens carefully, trying to make sense of your feelings and pain, “the mother of your child shouldn’t behave like this, right?”
“Like what? Like she just went through a whole ass pregnancy? Like she pushed a baby out of her armed with nothing but pure perseverance? Hoping to get some rest? That’s just… life, baby.”
“It’s fucked up.”
The last word dies in your throat, introducing a series of uncontrolled sobs that fill the room with sudden, gut-wrenching grief. They turn Taehyung’s body to glass and shatter it with a hammer; but his focus remains on you, rushing to glue you together as his hands move upward, cradling your face as his thumbs begin wiping at your tears.
“Shhh, hey,” he coos, pulling your lips closer to his, pecking them just softly as he continues, “hey, it’s okay. I’m here and we’re okay, yeah? God, baby.”
He presses you flush against his chest, pulling the thin blanket over your bodies before his arms wrap around your trembling torso tightly. His embrace is a place of comfort, a feeling of home – despite the sadness, goosebumps arise on your skin; a sign of affection. A sign of promises that the world won’t suck forever.
“You and Ara are everything to me,” he whispers, ignoring the wet patch that spreads on his tee, “there’s nothing in this damn world that will tear you apart from me. I’m here for you, okay?”
“I’m sorry…”
“No. Tell me, okay or not?”
Your fingers dig into the hem of his shirt, fisting the material until it nearly rips. Nodding against his body, you draw a deep, shaky exhale, sniffling as you confirm, “Okay… okay.”
Taehyung’s hand soothes your back, drawing circles along your spine. With his chin resting on your head, he stares into a dark spot in the darkness before he lets his eyes shut, pressing a barely there kiss against your scalp as he realises – this won’t do.
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When Taehyung asks Namjoon and Princess to babysit Ara for just a day, for just a few hours, please, he doesn’t expect them to give in this fast.
He’s well aware how much the pair adores their niece, but he anticipated a firm no right away, reckoning that they’d be busy spending their Saturday evening somewhere else, doing literally anything else. But the enthusiasm that spreads across their features lights up Taehyung’s heart, endlessly grateful for the readiness with which his brother and his girl crowd Ara’s space.
You’re half worried they might doze off while babysitting your baby – it took a good amount of arguing for Taehyung to finally pull you out of your bedroom and convince you to leave Ara in someone else’s care. Even if just for a day.
“Get the hell outta my house now,” Namjoon jokes, waving his hand into the couple’s direction as he shields Ara in his buff arms.
He hides her from your sight, but you fight his stubbornness until you’re able to steal one last kiss from your daughter. A gentle nickname and goodbye from Taehyung later, you separate from your shared flesh and blood, soon finding yourself at a place exquisite enough to post on social media, but not expensive enough to wear high heels to.
You’re happy about it – dressing up is fun, but pairing ballerina flats with a summer dress is undeniably more comfortable.
As you leaf through the menu, skimming the endless pages of semi-fancy food, you lean in amused, placing your cheeks in your palms as you say, “I miss eating unhealthy stuff at cheap stalls in between classes.”
Taehyung laughs, nearly snorting the coke he’s been drinking from. He raises an eyebrow as he wipes the remnants of the soft drink, questioning, “Greasy street food made you hella tired in classes, though.”
“It was totally worth it, you gotta admit that!”
Taehyung shrugs, clicking his tongue as he leans back. Thinking about a time when you used to accompany him to music shops and listen as he played the piano… was that just a few years ago? The same lifespan he’s living now?
Blinking softly, he regards your smile carefully. There’s no doubt that he hasn’t been reborn just yet – life might have changed, but you’re the same. The kind friend he used to confide in, fierce at times but infinitely soft nevertheless.
Not a soul who basked in your existence dared to speak ill of you – there was no one Taehyung knew who handled life so tenderly, so humbly.
“Wanna go again sometime?” he queries, delighted when an immediate sparkle shimmers in your expanding pupils.
“I’d love to,” you answer, flashing him a toothy grin, “I loved spending that time with you.”
With a roll of his eyes, Taehyung’s foot hits yours under the table gently, fingers drumming against the table as he remembers, “As if. You always asked Namjoon, Hobi or Candy to accompany us. Genuinely, I thought you didn’t like being with me alone.”
“No, I just…” you begin, staring at the still liquid in your glass, “you just intimidated me.”
“I intimidated you?” Taehyung spits, eyes blowing wide. He doesn’t remember ever being anything but gentle with you.
The affection he showered you in, the laughs and jokes and late afternoons spent under bleachers. He’d trade pokémon cards with you when you were still teenagers, mock everyone who didn’t understand your Chopin references.
You can’t count on two hands how often he draped his jacket over your shoulders on rainy nights, can’t recall the number of days he pulled you into his chest; telling you life would get better – that your failures would affect you just temporarily.
He intimidated you?
“After high school, too? We were best friends,” Taehyung argues, pouting in offence as he watches your expressions change.
You didn’t want to worry him – in fact, you were attempting to build up to a joke instead; one that you finally reveal when you avert his gaze and confess, “Yeah, but… sometimes I felt like sucking your dick and it intimidated me.”
Taehyung lets out an unexpected laugh that has a head or two turning to him, but he muffles the sound when he presses the back of his hand against his mouth, asking, “Is that so?” With the sight of you nibbling your lower lip, joy bubbles in his guts; and he knows that he’d adorn every cell of your face with a tender kiss, if the both of you weren’t here right now. “What a glorious way to admit that you’ve always been in love with me.”
“Wish I could say no. You were always too charming for your own good,” you tell him, your voice losing its strength and replacing it with timid emotions instead, “every girl used to stare at you like you were some deity at the stupid campus.”
“I mean…”
“Anyway,” you interrupt, and he chuckles, closing his mouth as he listens with a smile, “guess you didn’t feel all that different. You did fuck me right when I admitted to you that I wanted you like that.”
“Well, yeah,” Taehyung remarks casually, shrugging again, “not gonna deny that I always found you smoking hot.”
“Didn’t think you’d ever fall in love with me, though, huh?”
It’s supposed to be a joke – you’re only half expecting an answer, your eyes travelling to the golden lights on the ceiling of the restaurant. You miss the way he smiles at you, appreciating your attempt at comedy; and you fall silent, your heart stilling for a moment when he says, “I actually did.”
You’re flustered. Even after all this time together, his effect on you refuses to waver.
A large hand sneaks its way to yours, entangling with your fingers before you admit, “Never thought we’d produce someone so beautiful one day. As much as I wanted it… didn’t think it’d be you.”
You’re lucky. You’re so incredibly lucky.
“The best faux-pas ever.”
His free hands lift into the air, and you giggle when you high five his palm. You don’t think you’ve felt this free, rested and relaxed in a long time. It’s refreshing.
“Speaking of…” you begin, tapping the screen of your phone before it lights up, “I should call Princess.”
“I’m worried.”
“Why?” Taehyung asks, squeezing your hand once. “It’s okay to worry, baby, but… you need to trust people, too. I know the distance is fucking scary, but Princess and Joon adore Ara to bits… and she loves them just as much. They’d call if something was up.”
For a moment, you consider blending out his assurances and giving in to your fears and overprotective instincts. And upon reading you like the open book you’ve become to him avidly, he adds, “Does it really stress you that much?”
You want to wave him off and say that it’s okay. You’ll survive. But when you don’t find the strength to lie, you gulp, slowly nodding. And Taehyung, ever the perfect partner, fishes out his phone with a deep sigh, repeating your name thrice with feigned annoyance and a beaming smile.
Your worries might be toying with your mind, but they display your love as a mother so clearly. He can’t help but find you endearing.
With a few taps, his phone rings, and he turns it so you can see the display right before Namjoon picks up. The angle allows a peek at his chin and his jaw, but when he fixes it, he smiles at you, greeting with a cheerful, “You’re not coming back already, right?”
“I– why?”
“Because you’re not allowed to. We’re watching TV.”
You stare back and forth between Taehyung and your almost-brother-in-law, amusement lacing your voice as you ask, “Are you trying to gatekeep my daughter, mister?”
“And if I am?”
He doesn’t say much more before the camera shifts to your baby; her gaze is focused, her little fingers curled into fists. Her lips are parted in concentration, and her big eyes don’t break from the TV until she hears you call her name.
Taehyung leans in, occupying most of the screen and hiding you in the background, and when Ara detects him, she gasps in surprise. Her eyes trail past the screen to where you reckon Namjoon stands, and Princess’s hand holds Ara’s tummy, so she doesn’t topple off the couch.
Because she’s excited. Laughing at her father, hands reaching for the phone.
“Hi, sweetheart,” he chimes, his ears turning red as they always do when he interacts with her, “are we having a good time, hmm?”
And then, she grabs the phone and presses it against her ear, mumbling a faint word that she picked up fairly early for being just close to one year old.
“Hello! What’s up, little one?” Taehyung laughs, and she lets the phone fall in surprise, clearly not expecting the volume with which his voice intrudes her ear.
You’re incredibly thankful that she doesn’t resist other people’s company – you know a dozen babies who won’t even look your way and cling to their parents. Not Ara.
You watch for a moment as she retracts into Princess’s lap in laughter, mimicking your joy before you see Namjoon’s face again and he orders, “Just enjoy yourself. We’re all good here. Watching Sesame Street and drawing some.”
With a few lovely words of goodbyes, the line falls dead, and you take a breather as Taehyung asks, “Feeling better?”
“Yeah. Thank you.”
“Anything for you.” He tilts his head, kneading your hand one more time before you indulge in dinner and return to calm conversations. And when the meal is over and your plates empty, he suggests, “Okay. No time to waste – let’s go somewhere, yes?”
You try with a question – and he dodges it at the speed of light. The mystery in his dark eyes and the mischievous smirk reveal within a fleeting moment that wherever he’s taking you is nowhere you might expect.
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When Taehyung pulls into the parking lot of the orchestra slash opera hall you work at, you’re confused.
Does he want you to relive stressful moments and return to the place you’re trying to take a break from? It’s not that you don’t enjoy your job – it’s everything and more you ever expected, the dream that kept you pulled into sleep as your graduation approached.
But no one wants to spend a weekend at their workplace. So he better have a good reason.
“Just trust me and wait, okay?” Taehyung tells you, patting your back before he slithers his hand into yours and pulls you towards the entrance.
You laugh with a crease between your eyebrows, your dress fluttering in the soft evening breeze; and when you enter the hall, you shiver. It’s colder inside than out, the sheer volume of the hall even more overwhelming when it’s empty.
You’ve always admired the structure and architecture of the place; it’s sovereign and elegant, reminiscent of a time period when corsets trended and operas peaked. You could never grow tired of the sight.
But it looks different today.
Every golden light shimmers, drenching the room in dainty sepia hues. The rows of red seats stretch endlessly, and the ceiling shines onto you like the sun; decorated with ornaments too small and detailed to make out from where you stand.
The silence and magnitude of the hall don’t fill you with nervousness today. You don’t imagine the audience staring up at you, awaiting your part or your solo or your contribution to whatever piece your team might perform.
Tonight, you watch the beauty and glory with parted lips before you shift your attention to Taehyung’s gleam. He looks happy; you’re not even sure what you’re doing here, but he seems proud and satisfied with your reaction already.
Puppy eyes stare back at him – as though you’re here for the very first time.
“Are you serious…?” you ask, stepping closer to his body, seeking solace and closeness.
“Do I look like I’m kidding, baby?”
He smiles before he brings your hand to his lips, planting a tender kiss against your skin before he speaks on, “It didn’t take much to convince them to empty the hall for tonight. Care for some music?”
He leads you to the tremendous stage, taking slow steps up the few stairs; but you’re enamoured by the surprise, still baffled as to where you’ve suddenly landed. Letting your hand go, he sprints behind the stage, and within half a minute, the lights are dimmed, soft music escaping the speakers above before he emerges from behind the curtains again.
And when you finally find the strength to speak again, you question, “Wait… you really. Really?”
“I really did.”
“Is that…”
“Waltz of the flowers. Tchaikovsky for my beautiful, little swan.”
You think you might tear up. You don’t know what you expected, but an outing this sweet and thoughtful, with him, would’ve never appeared in your wildest dreams.
The stage belongs to you, and you’re the Clara to his Nutcracker, ready to unveil every secret and every tiny thought floating in his mind. Dedicated to you, to your heart, to your whole being and what you mean to him.
This much. You mean this much to him.
Teary eyed, you look at his lax figure approaching yours, hands stuffed in the pockets of his jeans as he stands a few feet from you. His hair shines in the light of the room, and he appears like a picturesque angel in the spotlight. You might be a musician, but you feel like an actress playing the main character in the most beautiful of romances.
“Are you gonna play Swan Lake?” you ask, sniffling with a laugh.
Taehyung hesitates, pressing his lips together before he flashes a boxy grin and says, “...No.”
And it’s exactly then that the music suddenly changes – you don’t know which rendition of Tchaikovsky’s piece he chose, but it’s over before you can blink. Instead, a lovely melody follows that you can’t categorise. You don’t think you’ve heard it before; a piano piece that you love anyway, because Taehyung understands your taste in music like no one else.
“No, but seriously,” he mutters, inching closer, “Swan Lake is too gloomy.”
You titter, and your joy only increases when he suddenly bows, stretching his hand towards you before his deep baritone offers, “May I have this dance, Ma’am?”
The happiness engulfing your chest threatens to burst in the form of never-ending tears, but you gulp down the physical effect of euphoria as you place your hand in his palm. He pulls you in and holds you close; his breath mingles with yours as your eyes fixate on the mole on his lips.
“It’s been some time,” you tell him, reminding him of the days when you were pregnant and freshly in love, dancing away the nights until dawn broke in. 
“It has been, hasn’t it?”
He twirls you around before you land in his firm grip again, and his fingers travel to the small of your back as he indulges in the laughter that echoes through the hall. You nearly fall and stumble, rounding the entire stage before you land in the middle of it again. There’s no one to watch or to judge – just you, lost and drowning in love.
And when the highlight of the song passes and the tunes of the piano grow even softer, the keys of it tapped lightly, your movements slow, too. You stare back into the ocean of affection that’s swimming in his eyes; and as he snaps out of his own stupor, he tells you, “You look beautiful tonight, by the way.”
You look at the white shirt that hugs his body, its sleeves rolled up; take in the dark jeans, the dark hair parted at the side and locks of it falling into his eyes. He’s dressed in such a mundane way, but looks so heavenly.
“So do you.” Your lips curl upwards when he presses his mouth against your forehead for a small moment, and when he looks at you again, you say, “I needed this… I really… thank you, Tae.”
“Swan,” he begins, tilting his head as his eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips and back. “I’ll take you to the biggest stage and to every hall on Broadway if I need to. I just… just need you to be happy.”
When he finishes his sentence this time, you don’t hold back your tears anymore. Let them flow, let the music and his words touch your innermost parts. Love is a sensation so phenomenal, so crazy that you think it might be a miraculous dream.
Taehyung has always shown you how beautiful life can be, even when the rollercoaster ride descends from time to time.
He lifts your chin, gazing into the depths of your eyes. Your heart beats in a different rhythm than the song chiming from the speakers. The hall resembles the whole wide world, but you’re in here alone.
Spinning around each other.
You orbit him. He gravitates towards you.
And he makes sure to let you know; shifts closer, the tips of your noses touching. He gulps, full lips brushing yours, eyes closing – and then, whispers, “I’m so in love with you.”
“And I love you,” you respond in kind; and before you’ve let out the last syllable, he’s pressed his mouth against yours, moving it slowly.
Three words, and he could keep hearing them all his life – your voice is a silky, smooth melody, a symphony so balanced and soothing that he wonders–
Is every song about you or are you the song yourself?
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You realise that struggles are indeed just a temporary phenomenon when you get to spend a life with Taehyung.
No matter the issues, you fight through them and pass the tests life throws at you with flying colours. Despite occasional judgemental gazes and random questions about your relationship, you manage to dodge any and all kinds of guilt that tries to sneak its way into your being.
Because you feel comfortable in your relationship – no matter whether a ring adorns your finger or not. You live together anyway – share a life, share a heart, focused on each other and your growing daughter; the memories you make with him don’t require a certain title or status.
Which… doesn’t mean that you don’t bawl your eyes out once Taehyung does propose.
As Taehyung’s nerves go haywire, fingers fiddling with the buttons of his suit, hair slicked back as he waits in a room for the event to start, Jungkook places a comforting hand on his shoulder. The men don’t know where Hoseok and Namjoon have disappeared; apparently dealing with something band and cake related.
They want the wedding to be perfect. But with the knowledge in mind that Taehyung might break a piece of furniture or two, they sent Jungkook to calm the groom.
“As far as I remember, you were ridiculously nervous the day you proposed, too. I believe you can do it, bro.”
But in the end… it’s not Jungkook talking Taehyung out of his stress, but the memory of the mentioned day that relieves his tension just a bit.
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Back then, Taehyung had nearly passed out at the thought of getting on one knee and finally taking your relationship a step further. As preparations advanced, he thought back to the day when he cleared his mistakes and walked to your place in the gentle drizzle.
He still remembered the tears you both had cried; still recalls when you’d told him that you were pregnant with his child; the happiness and excitement, your skin on his, the first admissions of love.
When you’d woken up tracing the colours of the rainbow on his face, and finally said yes to his semi-proposal of marrying him; the only man you loved, the only one you’d ever love.
But an actual proposal… slowly approaching. Taehyung was losing his mind.
“Tae, you guys have been engaged for over two years. The fancy ring is the only thing missing, really.”
“She calls you her fiancé when she talks about you, dude.”
“But–” He stopped mid-speech, his hand slowly coming up to his head. “Ouch.”
Candy grinned, dusting her hands off as she planted them on her hips. “You deserved that, you know?”
“So I’m aware,” Taehyung grumbled, rubbing the spot where his best friend had smacked him upside the head. “You’ve taken every single opportunity over the past two months to tell me that.”
Clearly amused but hiding her joy, Candy waved her hand in a nonchalant gesture, her lips forming a half smirk when she remarked, “Not my fault you took so long with your task. I got everything on my end done in half a day, bear.”
Taehyung glowered at the woman sitting opposite him, lower lip jutted out in a pout. “It’s not that easy to write a song for the love of your life, okay? I’d like to see you try.”
“Moving on!” Candy announced brightly, ignoring Taehyung’s light-hearted jab. “Everything’s ready for tonight, so you just bring your cute little tushy and make sure to be there early. We can do a soundcheck and everything first to calm your nerves.”
Taehyung blew out a breath of air he’d been holding in an attempt to lower his heart rate, the constant thudding against his ribcage proving to be a greater source of anxiety than he’d thought possible. 
“Hey.” A hand landed on his shoulder, squeezing it gently. “Everything’s going to be okay. Hobi will be there too. And of course, you have me!”
Candy sighed when Taehyung barely cracked a smile at her attempt to make a self-centred joke. “Hey. Look at me. Hobi and I aren’t going to let anything go wrong, okay? Seokjin and Beauty are on standby too, if you need them.”
Beauty and Seokjin had gone out of their way to take care of Ara tonight – if Taehyung messed this up, it meant he’d wasted their free evening for nothing. Oh god, he was going to shit his pants. But still, he exhaled deeply, his eyes refocusing as he said, “Okay.”
Only, that it wasn’t all that okay.
“It’s not okay, it’s not okay, it’s not okay, it’s not okay, it’s not–”
Taehyung paused in the middle of his pacing, hands frozen in his curls as he looked blankly at Candy, dressed in a black, sparkly halter dress, who was currently snapping her fingers in front of his face to get his attention.
“So the musicians got sick and couldn’t make it. Big fucking deal, bear! You can play the guitar, can’t you? I can still sight read some piano basics. I’ll take over the piano.”
“But Candy, the drummer–,” Taehyung protested, eyes glistening with unshed tears.
“You really think I didn’t prepare for this? I got Hobi to practise the rhythm of the drums. Those are the main instruments you need, right? We still have a few hours. Let’s give it a try.”
Taehyung, doubt still lingering in his eyes, nodded uncertainly. It wasn’t like he had a better plan.
The first few rounds left much to be desired, with Hoseok getting confused over which parts of the drums to hit and with how much force, Taehyung fumbling and forgetting to sing and play at the same time, and Candy getting her octaves wrong, but two hours of practice made a noticeable difference.
“Okay Tete, I gotta check with the manager to see if the waitstaff knows what to do and when, so I don’t have time to practise any more. Go take a break, I promise everything will be okay.”
With a smile, Candy got up from the piano bench, pushing back her shoulders to stretch them, and walked off the restaurant’s stage, her heels click-clacking across the marble. Taehyung smiled at the sound, remembering the way the same pair of shoes had once stalked across the deck of Jungkook’s 23rd birthday yacht, albeit much angrier back then.
Taehyung took a deep breath, puffing up his cheeks and folding in on himself as he rocked back and forth worriedly on the stool. 
“Taehyung,” Hoseok’s voice sounded from behind him. “It’s going to be okay. Trust Candy. She’s a micromanager and she won’t let anything go wrong. She has backup plans for backup plans which also have backup plans.”
The two men let out twin giggles at Candy’s bad habit before clamping a hand over their mouths, hoping the woman in question hadn’t overheard them. Perhaps it was a poor idea to be talking near a microphone.
Moving away from the inadvertent amplifier of secrets, Hoseok jabbed his thumb at the balcony, cocking his head. Taehyung nodded, letting a relieved smile overtake his lips. It’d been getting too stuffy indoors, or maybe that was just his nerves.
Now that the main event was less than an hour away, he was even more of a nervous wreck than he’d been when the musicians had called in sick. His feet were sweating, his hands were sticky, the back of his dress shirt was probably translucent at this point, and he was perspiring in places he didn’t even know had sweat glands.
Taehyung let the crisp evening air caress every inch of bare skin not covered by his outfit, closing his eyes and letting the feeling wash over him.
“Hoseok,” he began, not bothering to open his eyes. “Do you think it’s dumb that I’m worrying so much?”
“Absolutely not,” came a firm reply. “You’re worried because you love Swan that much. I feel the same way about Candy.”
It was a simple answer, but the candour relieved Taehyung of many of his burdens. There was no need to read between the lines, no flowery language. It was a statement and reassurance all at the same time, and Taehyung was happy to hear it.
The two men stayed outside for a while, until a rapid knocking on the glass door behind them alerted them to the time.
“Showtime?” Hoseok asked, offering an arm.
“Showtime,” Taehyung said back, walking closer to the older man.
Hoseok wrapped an arm around Taehyung’s shoulders and patted them in a show of silent support before pushing him ahead, sending a silent prayer to whatever Gods existed that tonight would go off without a hitch. 
“For both Taehyung and Candy’s sake,” he added as an afterthought.
When you arrived, you were confused, to say the least.
Confused when Seokjin and Beauty showed up at your doorstep, offering to babysit, saying that Candy and Hoseok had had some kind of last minute emergency and couldn’t make it. Confused when you saw said couple at a restaurant, darting around like a couple of nervous lizards.
Less confused when Taehyung greeted you with a gentle kiss on the cheek. Very confused when he smelled like sweat mixed with his favourite cologne. Less confused during dinner. So confused that you couldn’t begin to explain why you were confused when Taehyung mumbled something about needing the restroom before showing up on the restaurant stage, accompanied by Candy and Hoseok.
And then… all the confusion disappeared when Taehyung’s low register began to echo throughout the restaurant, each word he sang like a neatly wrapped love letter.
“In this moment I see you. It always comes around as I believed.” You didn’t know when he’d composed the song – didn’t know how you could miss his endless nights working on it. But when he continued, you took in every single word he chimed. “When the rain stops, you shine on me. Your light’s the only thing that keeps the cold out.”
You watched as Taehyung paused. His fingers shaking in the air above the guitar strings, he smiled uneasily at you, the nerves back in full force. “I love you,” you mouthed with a teary smile of your own.
Taehyung’s eyes lit up and he began to strum again, his melodious voice echoing sweetly throughout the silent restaurant again, its patrons equally as entranced by the beautiful man on stage.
“And I’ll tell you a million little reasons. I’m falling for your eyes… I just want to be where you are.”
He sang about not understanding you at times – sang about life bringing him always back to you. He sang the melodies into your heart and accelerated its beat, and your guts caught fire at the same time as your eyes watered. The firm Earth underneath your feet shifted and the air grew beautifully suffocating.
Every element combined, and he controlled all of them.
The first few notes of a keyboard piano echoed after a brief pause. You looked to the source of the music and met Candy’s mischievous gaze complete with a wink. Just wait and see, she seemed to say with her gaze. You returned her smile, watching the way her fingers glided gracefully across the keys before turning your attention back to Taehyung.
“Do you know? There’s a side of you that only I know… like the first snow on a summer night, you are an unbelievable miracle, a surprising moment.”
A miracle. A surprise. A marvellous wonder; was he singing about you or himself?
Another longer pause.
You looked at your best friends in uncertainty, wondering if it was meant to be an abrupt end. And then they began to play again, this time with Hoseok chiming in on the drums. It was a soft sound, one that could easily sound crass and unpolished, but Hoseok made it appear elegant, a gentle smile that hid a thousand secrets playing its own melody on his lips.
You had both your hands pressed to your mouth by the time Taehyung sang the final words, tears streaming down your face as your shoulders shook with the effort of staying quiet.
Taehyung stood slowly, never taking his eyes off you, strode to the edge of the stage, walked down the few steps, and sank to one knee in front of the light guiding him through life, pulling out a large, black velvet box.
“Swan… I’m really not good with words, but I wanted to give you the proposal you deserved. You’re my best friend, and the time we spent apart back then really put things in perspective for me.”
You were blinking at him, wiping at your cheeks before you noticed the smudge of smeared make-up on your thumb. You didn’t think the tears would subside anytime soon. Happiness had never felt this celestial before.
“You’re my endgame, you’re it for me, and you’re the one I want to be tied down forever. I know we did things a bit backwards, but with you, it all feels so right.” He paused, took in your expression and the way you worried your lips. And then, he popped the question. “So… if you haven’t changed your mind…will you still marry me?”
A brief silence followed Taehyung’s rushed words, not sounding like he’d practised for hours, writing and rewriting his proposal, even though he most definitely had. Before long, however, you eliminated the tension by breaking out into a loud sob, launching yourself off your chair and into his arms, holding him as close as you could. 
“Yes, yes! A thousand times yes, of-freaking-course, I’ll marry you!”
Your and Taehyung’s lips met in a tear soaked kiss, both of you crying tears of happiness as the patrons around you and your friends on stage clapped happily for you. The beginning of your happily ever after started now.
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And the deal of this happily ever after would seal today.
Taehyung has prepared his vows and made sure everything goes perfectly; there’s no way in heaven or hell that this day will go down the drain. But the rapid beating of his heart doesn’t calm down – not when he slips into his suit jacket. Not when he waits at the altar, drawing deep breaths.
Especially not when you finally show up, drenched in the spring sun as you stroll between the rows of guests. You don’t recall whose idea the open wedding was, but when you look at him from afar, your knees nearly buckle – because the scene, flowery, sunny and serene, must have popped out of a fairytale.
Is this the man you’re marrying? A being of heaven, descended just to be yours for an eternity? Who up above allowed him to steal your breaths like this?
You flash him a frisky smile, resisting the urge to wave as though you’re meeting him for a date to the museum. Instead, you wink before averting your gaze, fixing it on your three-old-daughter instead who follows your steps slowly. She’s carrying a basket around her wrist and a small, chubby hand throws flowers to the ground.
She thinks she’s reaching far above, showering you and everyone around you in the soft petals; but in truth, she’s merely jumping in place and covering the grass underneath your feet in roses and pink dahlias.
“There they are,” Taehyung breathes, his eyes darting between you and Ara.
Her actions make him chuckle, and once she detects him, she grins back, a full set of teeth blinding him before she waves in your stead. Taehyung’s large palm imitates her gesture kindly, and the picture of his daughter enjoying her own parents’ wedding fills him with strange warmth. Distracts him for a small moment.
And then, you finally step in front of him, hiding the tremble of your body as you gulp and greet, “Hi, you.”
“Hey, there,” Taehyung chuckles, folding his hands tighter to not reach out and pull you into him right there and then. “You look beautiful.”
“Thanks. But you’re prettier.”
“Wanna bet?”
“Guys,” Candy’s voice sounds from behind you, scolding you through gritted teeth, “you know where you are right now, right?”
Taehyung and you both laugh through your embarrassment, and it seems that the audience in the first row has heard, too, because they join in gleefully. It takes a moment for the guests and you to fall out of laughter, and you straighten your stance as your eyes flick back to him and the ceremony begins.
His eyes remain dreamy, unblinking, and he takes in every little spot on your face carefully. To say his heart is bursting out of his chest is an understatement if he’s ever uttered one. The words spoken fade into the background, with your breathing becoming the main attraction at this place.
The way you hold his stare. The slow fall and rise of your chest. Your painted lips smiling, the shimmer in your eyes glittering more with the sun rays hitting you just right.
When it’s your turn to speak your vows, you almost whisper them – forgetting that a hundred guests and more are listening, leaning in to take in your words better. But much as on the opera stage years ago, the world vanishes and puts its spotlight on him and you.
Nothing exists, and nothing matters, except the little existence clutching your dress; interrupting the ceremony with questions here and there. Her excited, high voice sounds through the place, eliciting a few giggles from the audience; Ara looks at them carefully, nearly shyly.
She doesn’t understand what exactly is happening; just that “Mommy and Daddy are gonna knot the tie!”
You’re here to tie the knot, of course. But for your baby, you’ll knot whatever ties she wants.
Her error makes you laugh, which makes her laugh, which fills the air with laughter – and you wouldn’t want to let it die for anything in this world.
When everything is said and done, Taehyung finishes his speech in the most profoundly beautiful way you can ever imagine. And when the beat of your heart aligns with his, he, surprisingly, adding to the fire blazing in your chest, whispers into your ear, “More later.”
You don’t ask him what he means – don’t prod or gasp; knowing Taehyung, he still has a surprise up his sleeve that’ll astound you more if you decide to wait.
So you kiss him tenderly, transforming your love into an eternal bond, locking it in a chamber of your heart and throwing away the key.
You look at him – Kim Taehyung.
Your husband Kim Taehyung.
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“I first met Swan when we were in high school.”
Candy’s initially timid voice gains on volume the moment she finishes the first sentence. With a hand planted on her growing tummy, she smiles, continuing, “Till today, she is still one of my best friends and I am incredibly honoured that she let me make this day that much more special for her. And…”
Tears form in her eyes immediately; she didn’t think her emotions would get in her way this fast, but when they do, she laughs with wobbly lips, saying, “Oh gosh. I practised so I wouldn’t cry today. I’m sorry babe, I’m just so happy for you!”
She lets out a weak giggle, dabbing at her eyes delicately with an embroidered handkerchief.
“Well, since I’ve already gone off script, might as well scrap the whole thing and wing it, right?”
You let out a watery laugh of your own to match your best friend’s, wondering how she’s always able to make you laugh, even during the darkest times – namely, when you were apart from Taehyung.
“There’s so much Swan has done for me that we’d be here until my water breaks if I list them all, so I’m just going to thank her for being a constant in my life and for introducing me to my wonderful husband.”
She points to Hoseok in the crowd and he lifts his flute of champagne with a laugh so tender, so in love that it makes you miss the man who’s sitting right beside you, clutching your hand.
“Tete, Swan, you two are the actual cutest couple to exist, barring me and Hobi.” Candy laughs, sniffling. “Few know this, but Swan and Tete went through a rough patch a few years ago, but I never stopped believing in them. Because when you have a love that’s as strong as theirs, you don’t give that up without fighting for it tooth and nail.”
You nod along with her words, sharing a glance with Taehyung who mouths something to you, squeezing your hand and shifting closer to your form.
You remember. Still know about the mistakes you two made, failing to communicate and walking through the heartbreak until you landed back in each other’s arms. Forgetting about each other had never been an option – and sitting right here, right now, you’re happy that you did just what Candy reminisces about.
“They fought for it, against all odds. Life has thrown so much at them, but they never gave up, and because they didn’t give up, we’re gathered here today to finally celebrate their official union.”
Candy pauses to press her handkerchief against her eyes, sobbing shamelessly.
With a giggle, you stand up, vision blurred by the tears that continue to fill your eyes and make your way to where your best friend is crying on the stage, taking her shaking body into your arms and holding her tightly. Candy sobs into your shoulder, gripping onto your forearm as emotions overcome her, microphone held loosely in her free hand.
Together, the two of you sway in each other’s embrace, not caring that there are cameras pointed at you, capturing your tearful moments and dramatic friendship – because right now, you and Candy are two best friends who have braved the cruellest heartbreaks life had to offer and lived to tell the tale.
“I’m so sorry about that,” Candy begins shakily when she composes herself. “I’m not usually a mess, but I’m sure my husband and friends would love to disagree,” she chuckles. You squeeze her hand, smiling gently at her.
“What I was going to say is that Tete and Swan haven’t had it easy, and it’s only because they were able to have their happy ending after fighting for it for so long that I’m able to joke about it and say that they were absolute boneheads. Seriously, you two, it was like I was watching a drama with the amount of problems you had.”
You laugh, teary eyed, regarding Taehyung’s sitting form who smiles up at you, throwing a flying kiss into your direction, for both of you. You know Candy is pouring out her heart and love she houses for you – but with her words, you walk down memory lane with a soul floating so high above that you don’t want the moment to end.
Despite the heartbreak you experienced in the early stages of your and Taehyung’s relationship, you can’t help but feel a bittersweet sense of nostalgia at the pictures of a distant yesterday.
“But that’s the beautiful thing about it. Life has a funny way of working. You think after seeing how well Tete and Swan work together now that they should have gotten together from the start, but that’s not true. In high school, they were better off as friends. If they’d gotten together then, we wouldn’t be standing here today celebrating their marriage. They needed to grow up and have some time apart to think about what they meant to each other before they were able to finally fit together like kimchi and rice.”
Somewhere in the crowd, Jungkook cackles loudly at Candy’s comparison of your relationship with your husband to food, but you only grin – you couldn’t have put it any better.
“Anyway, I’ve probably overstayed my welcome up here, so please join me in congratulating my two best friends for finally getting married!”
Candy turns to you as she finishes her speech, eyes sparkling with more unshed tears and a smile that melts your heart before drawing you into a hug, her pregnant belly pressing against yours.
You can’t wait for her child to play with Ara – can’t wait for your toddler to lecture the younger baby on how to live life, show what experience she’s already collected to be a bigger and older sister to her.
The future holds so much, and you can’t wait to see it unfold.
But for now, you focus on the way Taehyung emerges from his seat and rubs his hands. He’s long discarded his suit jacket and draped it over his chair; he’s rolled up his sleeves the way he always does, the tie a little more loose than before as he approaches you where you stand.
With a pat on your back, Candy leaves the stage, her cue to let everyone’s attention shift to the couple of the night. And you expect Taehyung to stop in front of you – imagine him kissing your tear-stained cheek, asking you to dance with him. But instead, he lets your fingers intertwine and pulls you to the piano in the middle of the stage.
“What are you doing?” you whisper, baffled and surprised, not expecting anything more as the night approaches its end.
But he winks at you, the same sheepish grin spreading on his face that you used to smack away from you back in high school. He looks younger when he looks at you like this – reminds you of when you were friends, supposed to be friends. Living every day as it came, suppressing the feelings you hid for each other deep inside you.
“I told you more later,” is what you get as an answer.
Nervousness spikes your heart, and you let out a small but shaky laugh; you don’t know what he might still have planned. Does he want to continue the toast? Is he going to play your favourite piece, let you sing along?
Are you going to cry again?
A thousand questions ghost in the wrinkles of your brain, but you decide to wait. And apparently, the entire hall is holding its breath, because you hear birds chirp and stars explode – when you gaze across the ocean of guests, you see confused faces here, knowing smiles there.
The boys must know what he’s doing. Candy must, too, because–
Taehyung’s voice, amplified through the mic in his hand, pulls you out of your thoughts. His fingers hold the object delicately, almost pressed against his lips. You know he’s exhausted after the taxing day, but his eyes are sober, piercing your heart.
He takes a seat on the piano bench, placing the mic next to his leg before he speaks directly through the smaller one attached to the piano, “One promise isn’t enough.”
You place your hands on the smooth surface of the piano lid, still awaiting the big reveal as you step closer. There are a few sheets he’s prepared, but you haven’t peeked at them yet – anytime you try, he hides them from your vision, and you reckon it’s the surprise he prepared after all. Who are you to ruin it?
“I don’t know who invented the idea of wedding vows, because… I want to promise eternity to you every single day. I want to vow to love you until the very last day… or until you’re sick of me.”
You laugh, and the tears never stop – your chest is filled with the intensity of the moment, and you think you might just spend the entire night and week crying; the people you love need to stop planting roses and rainbows in your heart.
“I’ll never be sick of you,” you whisper, balancing your weight from one leg to the other.
Taehyung smiles at you, basking in the feeling that your words were directed to no one but him, and no one heard them but him. But he needs to declare everything you ignite in him; heck, the whole goddamn world needs to know.
“I want to tell you all the freaking time what I worship about you. What you mean to me. The little things you do that are engraved in my mind… Like.” He pauses, smiles down to his hands for a moment; and when he looks at you again, his waterline is red and the corners of his lips quivering. “The way you intertwine your fingers behind my back when you hug me.”
You know that you do. It’s a way to keep him close – to attach him to your body as if he’s a missing puzzle piece.
“And when you look at me like I’m the only light in the world,” Taehyung continues; the silence in the hall is nearly palpable. Everyone’s hanging at his lips, listening carefully. “I love it when you hold back your tears when watching Inside Out and the way you coo at me when you want me to eat something, because you’re so used to doing this with Ara.”
In the crowd, you find Ara sleeping in the arms of Taehyung’s mother. She’s not aware of the sappy confessions going on before her eyes. Doesn’t realise how integral of a part she is, how much she matters; how much she glues your little family together.
By now, you’re sure you’ve lost all remaining liquid in your body – but somehow, it keeps escaping your eyes and down your cheeks, dripping onto your dress like rain. Your fingers twitch at your sides, urging you to reach out, screaming at you to press yourself against him, in front of every single existence breathing in this room.
But instead, you listen, and he continues, “I’m sure every husband says that to his wife, but… you’re the only one who knows every single one of my fears. And the only one who’s forgiven me when I acted led by them. It’s like a river of poetry flows out of you, and I’m… genuinely not kidding, because me babbling all this stuff like a bard is just possible, because you make me think this way.”
He laughs through his sobs when you do, and his torso and voice shake, fingers wiping at his tears before they fall onto the piano keys gently.
“I’m a fool so in love with you that I still feel like I haven’t said enough, and I’m sorry. I just can’t go a day without you… and I can’t stop falling for you deeper. And I…” Another brief pause clutches your heart, because he’s sighing, smiling, sniffling before he finishes with, “I can’t stop looking at you… ever.”
And then, the back of his hand rubs against his cheeks one more time, clearing his vision before he whispers that what’s about to come is for you – before taking a deep breath and playing the very first notes.
For a moment, you freeze.
A few seconds pass, and your mind whirs – you feel like you know the melody. You’ve heard it somewhere – in a café? At a party? Is he playing the acoustic, piano version of a song you’ve danced to?
You think you know when you heard it last – sometime in the very distant past. Back when you’d received the most precious Christmas gift anyone could have crafted for you. When you were still innocent teenagers, worried about homework and exams and strict teachers and an uncertain future.
When his heart was already beating for you but hiding his feelings behind the curtain that you called friendship.
The song is soft and tender. Healing. Inhabits all comfort in the world, feels like coming home. And when you finally step closer, rounding the piano and glancing at the sheets, your heart hammers against your rib cage until it shatters.
Swan’s Song.
Your song.
The song he wrote just for you – modified and reprised, after more than a damn decade. Still yours, attaching itself to new and even better memories.
Just like in your younger years, his eyes follow the movements with a parted mouth, concentrating on the lullaby he was playing just for you. Back then, he’d told you it reminded you of what you were made of. Warmth. Richness.
He’s expanded it now – in high school, it wasn’t quite done, but now, it’s a full song rivalling all the composers you view as your role models.
And then, it’s over.
Thunderous applause follows the last note and the silence right after, and you plummet on the bench next to him, your hands grabbing his cheeks immediately. You ignore the shouts and cheers, crying and sobbing, probably making faces that are utterly ugly.
You press a kiss against his lips, shaking your head, entirely in disbelief as you ramble, “When did you– have you… was that?”
“You remember, right?”
“I remember, fuck, I remember, I–” You squish his face and laugh, pecking every spot of his skin, dry or damp. “You’re absolutely crazy for this, Tae.”
“Aren’t I?”
“Entirely. I want to hear it again. Every day, okay? You’re not allowed to fall asleep before playing it for Ara and me and–”
“Every single day?”
“For the rest of our lives.”
Taehyung falls silent. Breathes out through his nose and pulls you closer, blinking slowly in peace and serenity as he relishes your smile and your words.
And then, quietly, he confirms, “For the rest of our lives.”
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As days and months and years pass, the rest of your life feels exactly the way you imagined it – like a journey without a destination. Exciting and new, unexpected and delightful.
Even the moments you spend crying and in fear get tattooed into your memory and leave a lingering trail of nostalgia. When you think back to them, you realise that the wonders of life and its ups and downs are what make you so painfully human.
You wouldn’t have it any other way.
Not long after Ara’s fourth birthday, nature goes insane. Thunder pulls you out of sleep before the soothing sound of the rain pushes you towards dreamland again. But different from you, Taehyung doesn’t stay asleep.
Instead, he wakes up when a boom of particularly loud thunder reverberates throughout the apartment, his body jolting up and off his bed before he rushes to your daughter’s secluded room.
He doesn’t think she’s ever experienced a storm of this magnitude this consciously; the ones when she was still a baby have probably escaped her memory. And in his eyes, she doesn’t need to suffer through her first vivid one alone.
When he enters her room, he finds her half awake, her small fist rubbing her eyes as she calls, “Mama?”
“No, baby,” he whispers, taking a seat at the edge of her bed before he pulls the blanket off her face, “it’s me. Are you okay?”
“Wanna come with me and talk a little?”
She’s exhausted, the corners of her mouth having dropped, and even in the darkness, Taehyung sees that she must be close to crying. She’s a tough one. A little brat. Teases him back when he jokes around; loves to plant her hands on her hips to prove a point.
But she’s just a kid after all. And with his offer in mind, she nods, sitting up with dishevelled hair.
Taehyung pulls her up with a groan, and she wraps her arms around his neck and her legs around his torso. She exhales against his shoulders in relief, and as he carries her to his own bedroom, he kisses her hair, questioning, “Why didn’t you come to me, Ara?”
He’s told her on multiple occasions to wake him when she needs anything at all – but with the way the thunder rumbles, he assumes she didn’t want to leave her bed and step into the darkness at all.
She doesn’t answer, still too delirious and tired from lack of sleep. He places her between your body and his, tucking her in before he places himself onto the mattress. Propping up his head in his hand, he looks at the hand clutching the blanket, wondering if you’ve woken up already.
But your breathing seems steady and your back turned towards him, merely your side profile visible every time the sky lights up.
“Can I hug?” Ara asks carefully, stars glowing in her pupils as she blinks at Taehyung slowly.
“Hug?” he asks, placing a palm on her back before he pulls her close to his body. “Of course. All the hugs.” His hand pats her back carefully, and she digs her nails into his white shirt with drooping eyes. “Were you scared, baby?”
“It was loud.”
“It really was. Wasn’t nice, right?”
“No. Why did it happen?”
Taehyung takes a deep breath, humming in thought. He isn’t going to explain the rain cycle and precipitation to his four-year-old daughter who’s just learned the terms for shapes and forms. She still stutters when she speaks – so he might opt for a slightly easier theory.
“So… there’s Zeus. He’s a God. Do you know what that means?” Ara nods, pointing to the sky, and Taehyung chuckles as he continues, “Yes. That. He makes it rain… the sky is so bright ‘cause of him.”
Ara stays still for a moment; Taehyung thinks she might have fallen asleep again, but then she shifts, asking quietly, insecure, “Zoos?”
He laughs again, the sound a little louder than he intended, and pulls her closer before he confirms, “Yes. Zoos.”
“Can he stop?”
“Of course.”
“Right now?”
“Try asking him super nicely,” Taehyung suggests, brushing the soft hair strands from her face, “you know what Mommy always says how to ask for more cookies?”
“Yeah. Try that.”
She takes a deep breath against his chest, pulling out an arm between their bodies before she waves towards the ceiling and window and says, “Zoos, no rain.”
And then, a quiet giggle sounds from your direction. Taehyung and Ara both refocus, staring at your slightly shaking form as you attempt to disguise the laugh as a cough that you know he won’t buy.
But he doesn’t address it just yet; converses a little more with your daughter in a way he knows will make you smile. He’s aware that you’re listening, wondering what they might come up with next.
Honestly, one of your favourite pastimes is hearing them talk – it must be the most hilarious thing you’ve ever experienced.
Just yesterday she told him that she wanted to grow up to be like him – and when he’d asked what she meant by that, she said, “Want to wear your jacket and black shnake.”
The clueless gaze exchanged between you and him left you guessing what she meant, and when she pointed to her neck, it clicked; and with amusing crinkles forming around his eyes, he clarified, “That’s a tie, baby.”
And upon learning the new word, she’d repeated it until she panted, Taehyung escaping her rambling smoothly when he excused himself to the restroom – leaving Ara in your lap to eat your ears off.
Her body turns just a little, and she wraps a small hand around your arm, sandwiched between her parents and savouring the peace after the fear. She taps your skin lightly, wordlessly; but the movement soon slows, and when you turn to your other side to look at her, she’s fast asleep.
You wait until her breaths have steadied fully. And when you look at your yawning husband, he reaches out for you, brushing the back of his fingers against your cheek as he whispers, “Go back to sleep, baby.”
Your eyelids flutter shut, lips mouthing back one last love you with the recurring thought of how in love you are. With him. With her.
But the whole wide world is in love with Ara, and you’d be crazy to blame anyone for it. And funnily enough, apparently even the Greek Gods are.
Because barely five minutes later, the thunder stops.
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Despite the fact that Taehyung and you have both taken off a week from work, you send Ara to kindergarten for as long as your schedule allows.
You’ve booked a flight for your very first vacation with her for next week, and with the errands you still need to run for it, you need a clear head and time. With her around, you know you’ll stop at every ice cream stall and give in to her little demands, wasting time and coming home empty handed.
But once the weekend is over and Monday rolls around, you find her pouting and quiet in the backseat of your car, refusing to talk with an annoyed expression carved to her face. Ruffling his hair, Taehyung leans into you, observing her statue-like stance in the rearview mirror as he asks, “Did something happen?”
“She won’t tell me,” you say, sighing in frustration, “she said she doesn’t like it there anymore.”
“Hmm. Think there’s someone being mean to her?”
“That’s what I’m trying to find out.”
As Taehyung pulls into a parking spot, Ara sighs in the most dramatic and exhausted way you’ve ever heard a child sigh, and with confusion lacing your features, you turn around, questioning, “Okay. Tell me what’s wrong.”
“Idunwannago,” she complains, clutching her seatbelt as though it could disable you from undoing it. 
“Why not?”
“I don’t like them.”
“Okay, it’s either kindergarten or taking away your favourite ukulele. C’mon,” Taehyung interjects, stepping out of the car and to her side before he’s carrying her out with a whine. “If you want to go home, you need to tell us why.”
She squirms and protests in his grip, but he holds her firmly, dodging her unintentional hits before he sets her onto the pathway, crouches and assures, “I’ll just talk to your teacher and then we’ll do whatever you wanna do, okay?”
Ara grunts, her lips jutted, but she gives in eventually, gripping Taehyung’s large hand. He nods at you, and when you reach the cheerfully loud place, Ara wastes not a single moment to hide behind her father’s legs.
The teacher comes strolling towards you with a blinding smile plastered to her face, registering your daughter’s presence right away as she states, “Glad you were able to bring her today.”
“Why?” you ask, confused and wondering. “She’s been grumpy all day. What happened?”
The moment her gaze wanders to the children running around behind her, a boy steps towards you, holding a shovel in his hand with his shorts covered in sand. He squints into the sun until he’s standing in Taehyung’s shadow, and you shoot your husband a suspicious look as if to say, ”Maybe you were right.”
But the smile of the boy is so honey sweet that you melt just a little, his eyes wide as he asks, “Did Ara not come today?”
And before you can utter any further word, your daughter’s fury bubbles harder, and she emerges by a tiny bit as she declares, “Leave me alone!”
The teacher shrugs her shoulders, placing her fists on her hips as she clarifies, “They’ve been doing this for days.”
“Was he mean to her?” Taehyung wants to know, regarding the boy carefully – probably ready to scold him as kindly as he can muster.
“Not at all,” is, however, what she responds with, her sigh indicating her clear frustration, “but he does take her toys and runs away with them sometimes.”
“He has my softball!” Ara snitches, pointing at him; but he laughs at her, unbothered and calm.
And when he mocks her words, repeating them as a faint echo, Ara moves forward, ready to unleash her fury before Taehyung holds her back and steps closer to the boy.
“What’s your name?” he asks, offering his hand with a smile. “I’m Taehyung, Ara’s Dad.”
“So, Sungho…” Taehyung starts, his voice gentle, sweet, and careful. “Why do you steal her toys?”
“‘Cause,” Sungho chimes; but then, he suddenly deflates, puffy cheeks becoming impossibly rounder before he adds timidly, “she won’t play with me.”
Your lips form an O, an unexpected laugh falling out of your mouth that Ara responds to with another offended pout. Blinking at the boy, you inquire, “You take her toys to make her play with you?”
“I’m sorry, Ma’am.”
God, the manners he has. Your heart rises and soars, and the way he scratches his head reminds you of pictures hidden in your own memory.
Taehyung turns to Ara, squeezing her hand as he tells her, “It’s okay to play with him, baby.”
“I want my toys back first.”
“Will you talk to him if he gives them back?”
It takes a moment and a soft dialogue between those three, Taehyung’s head darting back and forth between the children before he rises to his feet jovially. Ara’s reluctant steps carry her to her maybe-friend, and she keeps her distance from him in alert, eyes never leaving his mischievous ones as he offers her his shovel.
Short, preschooler fingers wrap around the handle of the plastic tool, and she presses it against her clean dress before she gives him the tiniest, shiest of smiles. He’s telling her about a cave he built in the sand when Ara gasps, telling him to wait before she runs back to her father.
She plants a hand and a dirty shovel on his shoulders, getting on her tiptoes before she whispers something into his ear. With each word, his smile grows wider, and when she backs away giggling, he shakes his head and says, “Is that so? Tell them I said thank you.”
And then, she runs away for good.
When Taehyung steps next to you, a proud, satisfied smile lighting up his countenance that you respond to with your own, you ask, “What did she say?”
“She said,” he begins, cocking an eyebrow with an expression hilariously boastful – it reminds you of the Taehyung you fell in love with, “her friends think I’m pretty.”
You laugh, leaning into him with a hand wrapped around his bicep. Leading him back to the car, you tuck back your hair, confirming, “They’re not wrong. You are nice to look at.”
“Thank you. Aren’t you lucky as hell?”
“Lucky as fuck. Imagine the most handsome man being your husband. I can relate.”
You walk down the pathway slowly, enjoying the sun, the light breeze and the miracles of life floating in the air. Errands long forgotten, you let his bicep go and seek his fingers, entangling them with your own before you tell him, “They were like you and me in high school.”
“Ara and Sungho? I mean, hey… I didn’t parade around you like that.”
“Oh, did you not?” you tease, and he presses into your hand painfully, chuckling when you yell out in surprise. 
“Shut up.”
Puffing your cheeks, you take in your bright surroundings – this neighbourhood feels different from the bustling city. Since Taehyung and you left your apartment and moved into a house – for you and growing Ara’s sake – you’ve discovered parts and colours of the town that you only remembered from school trips.
Around here, people smile in a way unknown to you. The scent is different – flowery and fresh, somewhat nostalgic. And the warm hues of the sunrise and sunset; they feel new and reviving, too. You can barely believe that Taehyung’s office stands merely a ten minutes car ride from here.
Despite the occasional fights and struggles life has to offer – brief hurdles making you stumble – you never really fall out of the bubble of peace you reside in. Your existence on Earth has ups and downs – but you’re thankful that you get to experience them with the right people by your side.
As you step into the car and buckle your belt, your body is fully ready for a casual trip to the mall; eager to shop for summer clothes and sun cream… perhaps even an inflatable mattress and rubber ring for Ara.
But Taehyung, staring out the car, his fingers fiddling with the keys, licks his lips, pulling you out of your thoughts when he suddenly mutters, “I want another one.”
“A baby. With you.”
You’re perplexed. Baffled and bamboozled; out of words and searching for a response.
“Really?” you ask, leaning into him, but he’s still looking at his hand and clenching his jaw.
“Listen, I…” he begins, and you place a hand on his cheek, making him look at you, “I know the last time was tough for you, and it took some time to get back on track, but…”
You wait curiously – you wonder when the idea grew in his head the first time. Wonder how long he’s hidden this demand, scared you might reject him, fearing you might wave off his wishes.
But it seems that after all those years of raising a beautiful being, he’s broken his patience after all.
“But I want another one with you… make this family bigger, because,” he shifts closer, letting the keys fall between his legs as his hands grip yours, “I don’t think I’ve experienced happiness like this before. And it’s fine if you say no, because I saw the issues that come with a pregnancy and after birth, and I really fucking love Ara, so I–”
“I… really?”
“Yeah, I’ve been… thinking about it, too.”
And it’s true.
Watching Ara grow up has made you consider more than just once that she might have started feeling lonely. In her kindergarten, most of her friends speak about younger and older siblings; conversations that she carries back home with excitement in her eyes. And it’s happened more than just once that she muffled her voice under her shirt, averting your gaze and carefully mumbling, “Want one, too.”
You think it was only a matter of time when the moment finally arrived – especially with someone like Taehyung who’d dreamed of raising multiple children even when you’d been teenagers in school.
“You have?” he questions incredulously, prodding further. “Are you sure?”
“Is it really so hard to believe?”
“No, I just figured…”
“I know how much things sucked for a while, Tae, but… they don’t compare to what you two make me feel now. And I…”
A beat of silence passes, and Taehyung blinks at you, asking, “You what?”
“I’ve heard it gets easier with each child.”
Laughing, he bites into his lower lip, brushing back his hair before he places a finger under your chin and jests, “So if I asked you for three more…”
“Easy, tiger.”
Your laughter mingles in the suffocating air of the car, and his warmth floods heat into your body harder than the summer does – even after all this time of your togetherness. And when he lodges the car key into the ignition, the fire burns brighter and hotter when his voice falls a few octaves, stating, “The day is still long. Fuck shopping for now.”
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You fall onto the bed with a giggle that overshadows the creaking of the mattress, hands clutching the sheets and eyes following his lax movements.
With two of his buttons already free, you gape at the clavicles and the golden hue of his skin. His eyes grow a shade darker with each millimetre he closes in, and by the time he’s crawling over your anticipating body, he looks like a predator hunting its helpless prey.
Whatever jungle he’s thrown you into, it appears like he hasn’t eaten for days, and with the hunger growling in his mind, he places a hand under your jaw; raises your face and bites into your lips just once before he asks, “Know what that means?”
You don’t know what that refers to. Neither can you muster the strength to decode his little riddle; but you still lick your lips in utter thirst, barely able to hold in your excitement as you answer, “More babies?”
“No,” he laughs, his voice laced with slight mock that morphs back into seduction all too soon, “I get to fuck you without a condom.”
His lips ghost over your cheek and back to your earlobe, planting featherlight kisses at the back of your neck before his soothing, intimidating baritone assures, “Oh, I’m gonna unleash my beast today, baby.”
“Is that a threat?”
“A promise.”
“Please do.”
And then, he smashes his lips against yours, gripping the nape of your neck as he attempts to push you closer into him, ready to devour you whole. His hips, impatient and eager, roll into you slowly, and you breathe a deep sigh into his parting mouth.
He moves to the veins of your neck, butterfly kisses and soft bites setting you alight. Exploring fingers raise the hem of your dress, squeezing your thigh as he savours your gasps and moans. And when you lift your legs a little higher, his fingertips crawl along your skin, ghosting over your panties while yours bury in his hair.
You tug at the tresses the way he loves most, and he lets his tongue slide along your neck and shoulders. It seems that he’s struggling to settle on one spot of your body as much as you do – because he’s falling into the traps of your labyrinth and getting lost in you. Getting pulled in by you. You wonder if he still remembers the time and date.
He cups your tits and nibbles at your jaw, taking his time with investigating your body as if he doesn’t know it inside and out already; and then, he whispers, “Never change your perfume.”
“You say that… every single time.”
“I mean it.” Lewd kisses make your skin tingle, accompanied by soft, quiet groans that vibrate against your flesh. “Drives me crazy.”
His hair tickles your face, and you exhale with a sharp hiss – and when you open your eyes again, a silver-grey streak flashes into your sight. Internally chuckling, you blend out the feeling of his fingers against your clothed wetness, telling him, “You’ve got some grey hair already.”
You’re not certain how your words affect him, but when he presses the pad of his digits into your cunt a little further, you begin to crumble. You squirm, but he holds you in his grip firmly, his chest lowering and pinning your body underneath.
His tone lascivious and low, he remarks, “So do you.”
“But you… you look so hot like that, you…”
“Silver fox, dadd–”
“I swear.”
He slaps your thigh in amusement, basking in your surprise before you fall into tender laughter. Despite his monstrous tendencies, your sweet husband seeps through here and there, and you don’t think you’d enjoy even the lewdest moments with him this much if they weren’t filled with airy lightness.
But once your giggles subside, the lecherous colours in his eyes return, and he states almost nonchalantly, “Gonna stuff that nasty mouth of yours.”
“Do it, you dilf,” you answer, attempting your best to keep your speech stutter-less, “I’ll suck you dry.”
“Bet you will, babe.”
You open the rest of the buttons of his shirt in an agonising pace, letting two remain that hold the shirt together with all their strength. You brush your palm along his toned, naked chest, graze his rapidly beating heart while he begins to work on your dress.
He pushes down your dress and discards it along with his shirt within a moment, his hair falling into his eyes as he looks at you with a gaping mouth. Keen hands take off his jeans and throw them to the back of the bed, and once you detect the strain in his underwear, drool collects on your tongue immediately.
Kneeling over you, he touches the length resting sideways slowly, tainting his underwear with his precum as his free hand kneads your tits. It trails down to your belly button and follows the lines of your stretch marks, puffing out a breath before he claims, “Fuck… how do you just… breathe and get hotter?”
He pinches your nipples between his fingers before his palm wanders on, pulling down the straps of your bra as you shift. Smoothly, you unclasp it behind your back, smirking slightly as you answer, “It’s the mom glow.”
“Can’t deny.”
And that’s the last statement you get before he’s discarding his underwear, too, the dick slapping against his stomach, so scrumptious and smooth that you let out an involuntary whine. You clasp a hand over your mouth, and he laughs with his lips between his teeth; shifting closer until you're propping up your body on your elbows.
“Aren’t we ready?” he whispers, stroking his cock as you watch his balls harden.
He’s going to be the death of you.
“Open up then, sweetheart.”
Yeah, you’re sure he’ll be the death of you.
You stretch out your tongue, staring into his hooded, dark eyes as you plant your hands into the mattress tightly. Taehyung doesn’t waste a moment before he’s tapping your tongue with the heaviness of his cock, running the tip along your taste buds to spread the tiny ropes of cum thoroughly.
You twirl your tongue around his head, kissing the warm muscle, and before he knows it, you’re wrapping your lips around him, hollowing your cheeks. You try to muster the strength to work on the base of his length, but you’re positively trapped, prone to falling once you lift your arm.
So instead, you bop your head back and forth slowly, taking him in as much as your throat possibly allows; and with the way he starts to move his hips, he guides you efficiently anyway. Your tongue swirls circles along his thickness, swallowing around him as he grips your hair and pushes you towards him further.
Throwing his hair back, he murmurs, “Look at me, baby.”
“Mmmh,” you hum, staring up with a light line of tears. He adores it when you look at him like that – knowing this keeps your eyes locked on him as you gag and whimper, your body begging for more until he caves.
“Can’t wait to fuck you like this,” he tells you, chuckling above you with mischief glinting in his gaze, “gonna fuck you so good, okay? Yeah?”
You nod, and when the movement causes his cock to slip out and slap back with a lewd, wet sound, you’re panting; breathless but still in need of more. But when you attempt to reach out again, he pushes your hand away gently, moving down the bed again as he explains, “Not gonna come in your mouth today. Next time, yes? No wasting…”
He rids you of your panties and spreads your legs with a squeeze of your knees, kissing his way down along your stomach and your pelvis until he plants a tender peck onto your heat. 
“You’re so fucking wet, it drives me insane, fuck.” Sliding a finger between your folds, he looks up at you, adding in a whisperl, “Gonna make another little us today.”
This should be illegal. He should be illegal.
Tantalisingly, he draws shapes and forms against the dampness of your pussy, low groans vibrating and burning up your deepest core. His digits ghost over your clit, the touch light and barely there; he knows teasing you gets you ready for him more than any frantic rubbing could, but right now, you need more.
“Are you gonna wait all day?” you breathe, placing your legs on his shoulders as you draw him closer.
“You really wanna be a brat, baby?”
“What if I said yes?”
“You’re testing me. I swear.”
But no matter how much Taehyung rolls his eyes, he gives in each time. And now, he doesn’t hesitate to nosedive into you, too, the sounds of his kisses crude and sinful; utmost torture of the devilish kind.
His nose buries in your pelvis and tickles your clit, and he takes in your scent as he wraps one warm around your squirming leg. Pushing it off his shoulder, he pins it against the mattress, spreading you further until your arousal glistens for him on full display.
And then, he starts in earnest. Attaches his lips to your nether ones like a starved man, moving his tongue up and down in stripes until you’re yelling his name, digging your nails into his arms, letting him drink you up like he was born to do it.
The sounds filling the air are wicked, but his touch is divine; and when he keeps French kissing you like he’s tasting a cherry flavoured dessert, his thumb circling your clit, you yell out, “I’m coming… don’t stop, just like that, please.”
And as promised, your orgasm washes over you in waves, as though a storm is disturbing an ocean’s peace. Crushing, crashing, crass.
Taehyung’s tongue fucks you through your high until the sea calms, and when your muscles relax, your eyes open to him staring down at you. Rubbing the skin of your thighs. Fingers slowly coming down to plunge into your cunt for a moment longer, scissoring motions pushing you into oversensitivity.
“You good?” he asks, shaking the hair off his face before he leans in and kisses your cheek.
“I’m good. Pump a child into me, tiger.”
The laughter that erupts is brief but loud, and for a moment, you forget that you’re naked and under his control – with the rectangle grin in sight, he’s your personal sun. Comfort personified. The man of your dreams, walking outside of your dreams.
“You’re so…” he starts, shaking his head as he towers over you, leaning down just a little. “You’re the love of my life.”
He holds your gaze, watches your smile fall and give way to a dreamy, lost expression instead. You’re barely blinking, but you react when he rubs his leaking head against your dripping core. You gasp and sigh, your chest rising and falling hard; your hands grip his flexing bicep and hide his elephant moles, pulling him in to meet his lips.
But he doesn’t kiss you just yet; observes the movements of your body instead, pushing in his length a few inches. God. He never fails to render you speechless. Over five years of your relationship and two years of marriage have slipped by, but your heart still hyperventilates.
Kim Taehyung will never be less than a radiant star to you. No matter how many heavenly bodies exploded in your past, he lit them up anew and stored the galaxy in your eyes. The happiness doesn’t fade and the misery never lingers.
“Can I?” he queries, raising your legs up his torso.
He nods, shivering and drawing a breath. Your walls welcome him swiftly, but he slides in carefully nevertheless, his eyes darting between your face and where his cock disappears. Rosy, full lips parted, he buries his mouth in your neck, breathing against it heavily before he kisses you once and asks, “How does it feel?”
“So good… More, Tae…”
“Always the same.”
He lets his floating body fall onto yours lightly, lifting his face to stare into your expanding pupils. His hand brushes the hair from your sweaty forehead, and settles at your temple, and he looks at you so intently that you fear he might have forgotten his own name.
His hips come into motion cautiously, dragging back his cock before pushing it in up to its hilt again. Your walls engulf him as perfectly as your hug does his body, and you both become each other’s second skin, moulding to one single statue.
As Taehyung’s tongue trails down to your nipples, his body slams against yours a little louder, a little harder. Your palms wander along his sides and his shoulder blades, hugging him close as he fucks you into the sheets; lovingly but with punctuated, calculated thrusts.
“So fucking good,” you praise when your voice allows, your moans gaining on volume; your words losing their comprehensive quality. “Tae–”
“Your tits look… fuck,” he curses, gripping one of your moulds between your bodies again, “just look at you.”
Your body jolts upwards when he drills you further; his movements are sharp and hypnotising, his kisses electrifying and prickling. He fucks into you deep – doesn’t leave a spot of his cock and your pussy untouched.
He kisses your skin, bruises your thighs with his relentless grip – Taehyung has always lost himself in you too much. Always leaves marks of his nails in your flesh that you feel hours after. He knows it drives you into madness, even if he never does it on purpose.
Taehyung moves his body in circles and licks the corners of his lips temptingly, and with your eyes fixed on his plush lips, you whisper, “Can you kiss me?”
“Don’t ever wanna stop,” he admits, tilting his head, brushing his mouth against yours, “my pretty girl.”
And then his tongue is dancing with yours. The kiss keeps breaking as his body moves up and down above yours – but you keep meeting afresh, seeking each other, never getting enough.
Gentle love-making has never been this sweet yet powerful; whenever you get used to his lips on one patch of your skin, he moves along to another spot, drowning into you the way he feels you deserve.
He kisses your neck. Travels up to your face. Your lips, your cheeks, your eyelids. He keeps telling you how sexy you are, how gorgeous you are; repeats over and over again that, “You’re a goddess, shit.”
Taehyung worships every part of you, and he never hesitates to show you just how much. Every intimate moment feels like he’s seeing you for the very first time; like you’re unreal and fantastical and will slip out of his grasp if he stops kissing you.
He sighs and groans, damp hair grazing your forehead as your sweaty bodies collide again, telling you, “You looked so fucking hot when you were pregnant with Ara.” Grunting, his arms snake underneath your body, wrapping around your torso to pull you closer. “God, can’t wait to see it again.”
“Tae, baby…”
“Gonna do anything for you, okay? Anything at all.”
“Can’t… think.”
He puffs out an amused breath, and both your eyes reveal how close you are to tumbling off the edge. Deliberately, he lowers his voice some more, mumbling right above your ear, “You want to say something?”
“No. No, can’t–”
“Baby, I can’t wait to…”
The thought of you carrying his children is inexplicably attractive to him. The fact that it’s him who gets to build a family with you. Who gets to hold you like this. You’re the softest feather in the goddamn world, and he gets to write his own little story with you.
“Gonna take better care of you this time,” Taehyung mumbles; but his words clutch your heart and let it bleed. Does he think he didn’t do well enough last time? When he gave his all, sacrificed sleep, energy and work he still needed to finish?
“You always do, Tae.”
“My princess,” he calls, his voice shaky and delicate; emotions levitate in his eyes and between you, and you feel your guts turn, “so beautiful.”
“I love you, Tae, I really… real–”
“I love you, Swan,” he declares, clenching his teeth as though his love for you is overflowing and overwhelming him, “fuck, I love you so goddamn much.”
When his fingers roam your body, digging into your ass once more before settling on your clit, your walls contract and spasm, ready to let go any minute now. And he aids you in your quest the way he always does, thrusts penetrating your pussy as he works his digit around your bundle of nerves.
You scream out his name, tears of pleasure blurring your vision, your thoughts staggering. Spellbound and drowning, you feel your sanity slip, and before you can blink twice, you’re creaming his cock and throwing your head back.
“Oh my god, you’re,” Taehyung begins, holding you tight and solidly, “so beautiful, Swan.”
His gaze reveals exhaustion, but he remains steadfast in his motions, and only falters when he hammers into you two, three, four more times and…
Limbs shaking and almost buckling, he paints your pussy creamy white, emptying himself inside you before he sighs and huffs. He lets out a cough as his breath attempts to steady, nearly collapsing onto you before he shakes his head clear and pulls out immediately.
Impatient and eager, he pushes two fingers into your cunt before he presses your nether lips together as if he’s closing a sealable bag. You laugh when he proceeds to close your legs, planting them on one of his shoulders, and ask, “What are you doing?”
“Gotta keep it inside and maximise our chances.”
Your giggle continues, and you take a deep breath, letting your arms fall to your side as you joke, “Babe, the last time I got pregnant despite being on the pill. Don’t think what you’re doing is necessary.”
“Just making sure. You never know, okay? Candy and Hobi have been trying for a few months.” He shrugs his shoulders, smiling at you as he brushes his dark locks back. “It’s okay. If this fails, I’ll fuck you till you’re up the pole.”
You scoff and roll your eyes, wholly delighted and endeared, as you say, “And they say romance is dead.”
Taehyung grins at you sheepishly, patting your stomach, still sweaty and bare in front of you when his firm voice states proudly, “My baby.”
Seems like a husband can distract you from errands more than a daughter ever could.
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“No fucking way!”
Candy’s voice chimes across the room, her eyes filled with pride, love, surprise and betrayal.
“You kept it from me for what… four months?!”
You throw a guilty smile into her face, staring between her and Taehyung as she leans forward. Her near-scream overshadows the busy yelling of Ara and Candy’s twins, and for a moment, the kids halt to look your way, big eyes blinking in question before you tell them, “Go on.”
“But seriously,” Candy scolds, folding her arms in front of her chest, “I’m hurt.”
“A boy, you said?” she asks, shooting a look to where Taehyung and Hoseok sit, occupying the couch and discussing something in a heated conversation that you can’t make out from here. “Finally a little guy for Taehyung, too?”
“Ah, Tae doesn’t really…” You shrug, drumming your fingers against the table softly. “He doesn’t care about standardised clichés. He just wanted another little version of us, no matter the gender.”
“How does Ara feel about it?”
“Oh, she’s over the moon. She pats my tummy and tells him stories. Kisses it, too,” you answer, sighing and leaning back on the chair. Your stomach hasn’t grown too much yet, but you feel the fatigue every day. “She was alone for years. She’s not used to all this, so she’s more excited than Tae and me.”
Candy nods, stopping for a moment to warn her children not to break anything in your home, and then asks, “And you? How do you feel?”
As hard as your first pregnancy had been, this one feels light and easy; so far, you’ve been enjoying looking into the mirror and taking in the glow. Your skin has cleared, happiness written all over your visage, and worries dissipate as soon as the four of you come together as a family on weekends and after work.
“Happier than ever,” you tell her, pressing your lips in a tight smile.
“Good,” she smiles, getting on her feet as her eyes flick to the kids in the corner of the living room. She places a hand on your shoulder, and then ruffles your hair, adding fondly, “You deserve that, babe.”
And then, she’s jogging to her twins and Ara, shaking her head at them, standing around the spilled water like some toddler cult.
You stare at your sparkling wedding ring for a moment, turning it around your finger; and when you lift your face and shift your focus to the couch, you realise that he’s already looking at you. His elbow on the sofa arm, his palm cupping his face.
Hoseok has turned around and is taking in the scene between Candy and the children, but you and Taehyung keep your eyes fixated on each other. Take in each other’s sparkle. You smile from across the room; and he winks at you, sighing before his mouth forms a kiss and sends it your way.
Now that you think back, it has always been like this.
Even in high school, you’d come together in a group of friends that consisted of way too many people. But you’d always drift into his direction; his knees touching yours. His arm around your shoulder, your giggles filling the far corner of a room.
You’d be the first he’d ask for homework and the last he’d wish a good night. Nights spent video calling, walking along empty streets, laughing your way through summer rain. Your eyes lingered on each other, no matter who was around.
Even now, despite the committed, serious and earnest expression he wears in meetings and at work, he melts in your presence – because for a successful businessman, Taehyung is so, so damn weak for you.
Your song plays in his mind in a loop – sometimes the beat of a gentle symphony, other times the pulse of a spirited rhapsody – both of which, the rhythm of his heart is well adjusted to.
It has always been like that.
And it will always be like that.
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Over The Odds | Celebration
Pairing - jungkook x reader
Genre - smut, angst, fluff, S2L, ceo!jungkook, sugardaddy!jungkook
Word count - 4.6k
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Your family host a welcome home dinner for Ruth
warnings: swearing, drunk (consensual) sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, dom!jk, daddy!jk, bratty oc, rough sex, squirting, choking 
Y/N: Pls tell me you’re still coming I can’t do this alone
Jungkook: I’m on my way, 5 mins tops
The return of your beloved sister has prompted your parents to host a warm and wonderful family meal, except that it’s neither of those things, not for you anyway. You’re sat at the family dining table debating meaningless scenarios with your dad, as you usually do when you’re together, drinking wine. You’re currently discussing ‘does eating a whole punnet of grapes as a snack makes somebody extremely healthy, or extremely unhealthy?’, impatiently tapping your bare foot on the hard dining room floor, waiting for your boyfriend to rescue you from this hell.
It's not that you don’t want to be here, you do, your parents have calmed down about the whole sex tape scandal now and so being in their company is fine – your dad’s even looking forward to meeting Jungkook, whereas a few weeks ago he would’ve probably used his head as a makeshift dartboard given the chance. As always your mum’s her lively self, already drunk from guzzling two bottles of cheap wine by… six pm. It’s very entertaining though, watching her slur her words and dance around to her favourite songs that blast from the Alexa.
Your parents aren’t the problem at all, they never are, Ruth and her boyfriend Seokjin are. Whether it’s intentional or not they keep speaking over you every time you open your mouth, Ruth’s even undermined you in front of your parents at least four times in the last hour. They do look sickeningly good together though, like winners of the genetic lottery or some kind of freaky lab experiment to make the perfect couple. Seokjin is…nice. Much like your own boyfriend he’s a CEO, apparently the daughters of this family have a type, and he’s funny, funny enough to make your mum almost piss her pants more than once – that being said she has drank two bottles of wine already so it’s somewhat of an easy feat.
“Is he even coming?” Ruth snort-laughs into her wine glass, glaring at you from across the table that’s covered in cold meats, cheeses, grapes and wine. Even though she’s wearing a very short green dress she’s sitting on Seokjin’s knee, who’s whispering sweet nothings into her pierced ears. In front of your parents none the less.
“He’s on his way.” You say with a deep inhale, blood pressure increasing from your sisters attitude.
Seokjin is drunk, that’s a given, your mother has poured everything alcoholic into his system and danced with him enough times to prove the fact. The skin on his face is redder than it was when he first arrived, but he’s still very handsome – probably the best looking boyfriend your sisters ever had, and there’s been plenty. His hair is almost black, parted in the centre of his forehead similar to the way Jungkook’s is sometimes, he has wide shoulders and looks like he works out frequently, the pink shirt he's wearing is struggling to contain his large frame.
“Look who’s here!” Your mum sings loudly, dragging your boyfriend through the hallway and into the dining room. You were so lost in thought that you hadn’t even heard the doorbell ring – oops.
“Hello, is everyone okay?” Jungkook’s doe-eyes make you weak at the knees, immediately relaxing in your chair. He’s come straight from work, his black suit and crisp white shirt is a dead giveaway. He’s holding two bottles of wine, presumably one red and one white, or at least he was before your hawk-eyed mother takes them from him with a drunken grin.
You watch him make his way across the room in a few short strides, not to you, but to your father sitting on the chair to your left. He leans down and shakes his hand with warm yet serious eyes, “It’s nice to finally meet you sir.”
“Likewise, you’re probably my favourite person in this room.” Your dad chuckles, returning the handshake.
“Oh?” Jungkook bares his perfectly straight white teeth in an almighty panty-dropping smile as he sits down on your right, unbuttoning his suit jacket, “I’ll take that.”
“You’re dating my youngest and you’ve given my oldest a career, of course you’re my favourite.” He winks, playfully pointing at your boyfriend a few times before passing him a glass of red wine. “And please call me Charlie.”
“Thank you.” He nods, finally settling his gaze on you and the black Bardot-style dress you’re wearing, lingering on your bare shoulders for a little too long to be considered an accident, “You look nice.”
You snort in return, you know just as much as he does that if your parents weren’t in the room right now he would’ve said something entirely different. His eyes flicker to your cleavage for a split second before he starts drinking, clearing his throat and frowning at the taste of cheap alcohol. You laugh again, this time gripping his free hand under the table as you wonder if he’s ever experienced a delicacy quite like a £5 special offer bottle of wine from the local corner shop.
“Are you okay?” You ask him, amused.
“Always am, how are you?” His voice doesn’t have you convinced, nor do his pinched brows. It’s obvious he hates the wine and he’s just trying to be polite, but you let it go.
“I’m good thanks, dad and I were just having a debate about grapes.”
“Oh? Do tell.” He says, eagerly looking between you both.
You smile, jokingly rolling your eyes, “So if a person eats a full punnet of grapes—”
“Jungkook! This is Seokjin.” Ruth shouts proudly, cupping her boyfriend’s slightly pink face, “He’s the CEO of Kim Market, you know the online Asian snack store?”
At this Jungkook grips your hand a little tighter, looking across the table, “Right, I thought I recognised you. I’ve seen you at fundraisers in the past, nice to see you again. I hope business is going well.” He turns back to you with loving eyes, “I’m sorry, carry on.”
“If a person eats a full punnet of grapes,” You repeat yourself, feeling a little dazed from all the wine and annoyed that you were rudely interrupted, “Does that make them healthy or unhealthy?”
“Healthy.” He says with confidence and a small nod, “It’s fruit.”
“That’s exactly what I said!” You’re beaming brightly, maybe even seeming a little smug when you give your dad a look that screams ‘I told you so’.
“No, because it’s a full punnet, we’re not talking about one or two grapes Y/N we’re talking about a big bag of them.” Your dad half-scolds and half-sighs, he’s not going to drop this any time soon.
“Right,” Jungkook’s quick to jump to your defence, letting your hand go to drape his arm over the back of your chair, “But if I eat a lot of grapes that’s at least two of my five a day, whereas if I eat a lot of chocolate… Well I’ve just eaten a lot of chocolate, counts for nothing. And grapes are less calories.”
“Mmm.” Your dad mulls this information over with a serious expression, you’re looking between them with a pained slightly embarrassed smile, “I can see why you’re a CEO son. You’re smart.”
Son. Your chest swells.
“Of course he’s smart, he hired me.” Ruth gloats, winning your mother to tut and roll her eyes beside her. Similarly to you when your mum’s had even just a drop of alcohol she can’t hold back, always showing and saying what’s on her mind and getting herself into trouble. You stifle a laugh as she mouths something that looks like ‘here we go again’ to you.
“Actually I had no input in recruiting the new employees, my assistant Hoseok was the one who hired you.” Much to your surprise Jungkook shuts your sister down, and you have to catch your jaw before it falls to the ground.
“A CEO that doesn’t have any input with recruitment?” She challenges him with a face of thunder. The room is silent, save for the music and Jungkook’s small but low chuckle.
“It’s not uncommon for the owner of a company to be busy, so our assistants tend to lighten our workload. Right Seokjin?” Your boyfriend grins, and it’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever witnessed in your entire life, “I can imagine you’re much too busy at Kim Market to do the interview and enrolment process for all its new employees.”
“I have a specific recruitment team that take care of things like that.” Seokjin admits with a small nod, ignoring the way your sister visibly tenses on top of him, “You’re right, I don’t have the time either!” He laughs, as does everybody else – save for Ruth.
“It’s just if I were a CEO I’d want to be more careful about who I employ.” She bites, but the man sitting next to you doesn’t fold.
“I trust my assistant, he wouldn’t be my assistant otherwise,” His tongue pops the inside of his cheek and if you could’ve jumped his bones right there and then, blown away by this…assertiveness you haven’t seen in him for so long, “Besides like your boyfriend said, it’s not that we don’t want to we just don’t have the time. But we shouldn’t be talking about work right now, so sorry how rude of me. How’s everyone’s day been?”
You zone out of the conversation completely, Jungkook’s talking to your mum about something relating to the price of wine at the local corner shop but you can’t bring yourself to listen. Fuck. He is without a doubt the definition of the perfect man – sitting there in a suit, putting your sister in her place, getting along with your family, actually listening to what you have to say, looking as good as he does… You’re in awe, the only thing you can think about is how badly you want him right now. On top of you, underneath you, behind you. You want him, all of him. Now.
“Y/N?” Your dad’s voice tears you from your vivid borderline illegal daydream that infringes almost all of the man’s human rights.
“Sorry what did you say?” You’re flustered, facing your father with an apologetic eyes.
“How’s the job search going?” He asks again, genuinely interested.
“Oh,” You sigh, you haven’t even been interviewed for any of the jobs you’d applied for, all it takes is one quick Google search of your name to see why, “I’ll find something soon.” You offer him a weak, reassuring smile.
“You know McDonald’s is always hiring Y/N.” Ruth winks, downing the rest of her drink.
At this your mum visibly loses it, shaking her head in disbelief, “Ruth.” She scolds her with a knowing look you’ve seen one too many times throughout your life, “Your sister has the same qualifications as you—”
“And she’s done nothing with them, yet I’m the bad guy?” Your older sibling reminds her, and you, and everyone else of how life hasn’t given you the same opportunities as her.
Jungkook’s frowning with a tense jaw as though he’s having an internal debate before he breaks the silence, “You know I could give you a job. I’m sure Hoseok would love to show someone as smart as you the ropes of what we do at JI.”
“You’re not giving me a job,” You say quietly, facing him, “I’ll find something soon.”
“Oh I know you will,” He smiles, a genuine confident smile because he believes in you, his fingertips lightly graze your back, “But if you ever want a backup option I’m happy to help.”
“I wouldn’t call Jeon Industries a backup option,” Seokjin scoffs, wide-eyed, “It’s one of the most profitable companies on the planet, didn’t you make the Forbes thirty under thirty list this year? For the fourth year in a row?”
Where most people would and rightfully should brag about something like that, Jungkook deflects with a shrug, “All I’m saying is if nothing comes up, we’d be happy to have you.”
As the night progresses both you and Jungkook drink a lot of wine, courtesy of your mother who made sure neither one of your glasses ever made it to being empty. Conversation flows freely between your group and your heart bursts with pride at how likeable and genuine Jungkook’s personality remains throughout the night, even when he himself is equally as drunk as you. Yoongi picks you up and takes you to the familiar penthouse apartment around midnight, and soon you find yourself slamming your boyfriend’s back against the first wall you find inside.
“Whoa, Y/N…” He chuckles breathlessly against your lips, his inked fingers tangled in your hair.
You’re kissing him feverishly, desperately, passionately – you want him now. The alcohol has ridded you of any insecurity you felt before, it’s been so long since you’ve had sex that you’re already moaning against his mouth in anticipation. Feeling brazen you snake your hand down to his clothed crotch, palming his hardening cock.
“Baby you’ve been drinking.” He groans with eyes squeezed shut as if he’s having an internal moral debate, though he doesn’t stop you.
“So have you.” You argue, breath still smelling like wine as you continue to kiss him.
“Ah-,” He hisses, hips subconsciously buckling into your hand for more friction, “I don’t want you to regret this tomorrow.”
“I won’t.” You state matter-of-factly, slipping your tongue into his warm mouth.
At this Jungkook grips your bare shoulders and pulls you away from him, his hooded eyes are stained pink from alcohol but you can still make out the burning desire that’s darkening his irises. He’s panting, trying to catch his breath ever since you literally pinned him up and knocked it out of him, “We haven’t done this since… Yknow.”
“So stop talking and get on with it.” You say half annoyed, half flirtatiously, your voice low and oozing seduction, “I want you Jungkook… I want you so bad, touch me…” You whisper, leaning into his neck where you start planting lewd kisses, small bites and sucks.
You feel his Adams apple bob in his throat, along with the vibration of a small growl, “Such a fucking brat.” He rasps, gripping your waist.
You take this an encouragement and kiss his mouth again, messily, shamelessly moaning against him. He’s not even attempting to stop you anymore and judging by the hold he has on your body you know he wants this just as much as you do, maybe more. Within a matter of minutes you’re pressed down against the familiar smell of his mattress, you’re so concentrated on how his body feels on top of yours that you don’t even remember getting to his bedroom.
“Please...” You whimper, head spinning from how good this feels and he hasn’t even touched you yet.
“So fucking needy.” He smirks against you triumphantly and it feels as though time slows down when he rids you both of any clothes, tossing them to the ground, leaving you needy and naked. There’s no time to be insecure about anything because he’s making his way down your bare body with a long lick of his tongue, leaving a sinful and shiny trail of saliva from your neck to your core.
“Jungkook…” You whine, your shaky hands coming down to nestle between his raven locks, you’re already wet and throbbing for his touch, his breath is hot against your most sensitive area.
Your boyfriend hooks his arms under your legs, pulling you impossibly closer to his waiting face where he spits on your womanhood, making a loud slurping noise as he mercilessly attacks your swollen clit with his mouth without warning. A piercing shriek escapes you as he smothers his face in your pussy, shaking his head as he sucks the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“You’re fucking perfect.” He murmurs against you, doubling his efforts until the speed he’s created has your back arching from the bed, gasping for air. You push your hips up to his mouth, already addicted to how fucking good this feels.
The alcohol in your system surprisingly doesn’t dull your senses, no, you feel everything he’s doing to you. You’re so fucked out in a state of total bliss already that you don’t notice him pulling his left hand from your hip, not until he plunges at least two fingers into your sopping heat with an audible squelch.
“Fuck!” You sob, the stretch and new sensation of being filled with his digits has you reeling, “Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop! Oh-” Your cries are louder than you expected presumably because you’re tipsy, you’re so loud that it surprises you both.
Jungkook takes your pleas as further encouragement, immediately curling his fingers inside you over and over quickly, making sure to hit your sweet spot each and every time, all while he sucks and licks your clit even harsher. You’re a mess, your limbs are trembling and your hearts beating so fast you fear it might give out at any moment, this feels fucking amazing.
“Do you like this? Mm?” The vibrations of his voice against you has you squeezing your eyes shut, throwing your head back into the pillows with a low groan. “Do you like it when I suck this pretty little clit?”
“My god-,” You’re silently laughing in disbelief as your orgasm is already approaching, he’s fucking incredible. He’s so good at this, he knows your body like the back of his hand.
“Answer me baby.” He plunges his digits into your creamy walls particularly hard.
“Fuck yes!” Your chest is heaving up and down, the cool air swirling your nipples and only upping the ante of his ministrations, “Daddy don’t stop!” The word drags itself out before you can stop it, and he loses it, a possessive growl rattling his strong chest before he adds a third finger to your wetness, licking you so sloppily and fast that real tears prick your eyes at the overstimulation.
“Come for me baby, come all over my fucking face.” He moans, he can feel your walls tightening around his knuckles, his hand and chin are dripping with your arousal and he’s never been more turned on in his life.
“Please,” Is all you manage to choke out, throwing your hands up to your head where they desperately grip the hairs at your scalp as a white hot heat approaches you, “I’m gonna-,”
Jungkook slows his movements, his tongue is flat and wet against your clit as he circles the area, his fingers rocking in and out of you at a leisurely pace. But this doesn’t stop your orgasm, instead it heightens the pleasure as he drags out the final moments of your euphoria, until you’re coming undone, squirting all over him and the sheets below in sync with your pulsating pussy and a high-pitched scream that sounds like his name.
“You’re fucking amazing.” He mumbles into your sopping folds, gently cleaning up the mess he’s made with his ever so talented tongue.
You almost black out from the feeling but somehow find the strength to drag your hands down to his hair, pulling him up to your face and greeting it with heavy, open-mouthed kisses. The taste of you is all over his tongue as it swirls against yours, his lips and chin are shiny and drenched with your come but you don’t care.
“Fuck me, please fuck me.” You pant hopelessly against him, gripping the base of his thick shaft and lining it up with your throbbing hole. He tries to bite back a moan when you grip his hips and push him into you, he effortlessly slides in, you’re so hot and tight around him that he shuts his eyes, burying his head into the crook of you neck.
“Oh-, baby…” He tucks his lip between his teeth, the after taste of you only drives him crazier.
“Fuck me daddy…” You say again, somewhat breathlessly and quiet.
To this he pulls back, his blackened eyes set on you as he holds his weight with one hand and clasps the other round your throat.
You’re both lost in the moment when he starts hammering into your wet pussy, his insane stamina coming into play as he snaps his hips harder and harder, giving you no time to adjust to his massive size. The squelching and slapping noises only add more fuel to his fire and soon he’s fucking you relentlessly into the mattress with a firm hold of your neck, reminding you just how dominant he can be when he wants to be.
“Shit,” A throaty groan escapes him, hungrily watching your body jolt and bounce with each thrust, thankfully the wine doesn’t seem to have affected his capabilities either, “You feel--, fuck baby.”
“Oh my god-,” Your eyes roll back as he repeatedly hits the same sinful spot inside you with his cock, until you’re gushing onto the bed in spurts of slick, coming around his girth.
You watch Jungkook pull back just enough to look between your bodies at the pornographic mess he’s making of you, his mouth agape as he moans a string profanities, finally settling his eyes back to you. “Fuck Y/N,” He releases the grip on your neck, hoisting one of your legs over his shoulder, keeping it in place with his palm flat on the back of your knee.
“Kook!” You cry, your body feeling as though it’s on cloud fucking nine as he plunges into you even deeper. It’s hard to think of the reasons you’ve been putting this off, right now the only thing on your brain is how amazing he feels inside you, and how your skin tingles with electricity where he touches you.
Jungkook looks to be having the same thoughts as you, his features contorted with pleasure as the crown of his cock slams into your cervix with each feral snap of his hips. This feels too good, he never wants it to end.
“Do you like it when I fuck you like this? Hm?” He croaks between grunts and groans, his voice an octave deeper to what it usually is.
“Y-yes. Fuck, yes!”
His movements turn sloppy, messy, even a little misguided as his arms give out and his body falls on top of yours, his rock hard abs making a slapping sound as they meet your stomach. He’s still fucking you though, his face is hot against your neck, “Shit. You’re gonna make me come—” He cuts his admission short to lick and bite the flesh of your earlobe.
“I love you Jungkook.” You whisper, fingernails digging into his shoulder blades.
Your heartfelt confession pulls him over the edge, until he bottoms out as hot bursts of his come shoot into your walls. He’s sweating, his hair is damp against his glistening forehead as he rides out the wave of ecstasy with the occasional roll of his hips. The room is otherwise silent as you both try and catch your breath, you cling onto his tanned frame for dear life as your body trembles from the aftermath of having your brains fucked out.
He peels his head away from your neck, his hooded eyes are drowning with emotion as he stares down at you through dark eyelashes.
“I love you too Y/N,” He shakes his head with a grin, still breathless, “I love you so fucking much.”
When you wake the next morning you’re greeted with Jungkook’s sleepy smile, somehow, during the night you’ve ended up sharing the same silk pillow. His face is close, close enough for him to gently kiss you before you’re fully awake. His lips against yours prompt you to kiss him back with a soft chuckle, eventually pulling back to look at him.
“Good morning.” You hum, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.
“Good morning beautiful.” His smile reaches his doe-eyes before it tugs the corners of his lips, “Are you hungover?”
Surprisingly enough you feel fine but your body is aching far worse than your head, “No I’m okay,” You admit with a lazy morning voice, “How are you feeling?”
“Like the luckiest guy in the world.” He grins, pulling you into his strong arms for a morning snuggle.
You’re so comfortable and content against his warm body that you almost doze off again, feeling nothing but loved. But the feeling of his morning erection pressing against you causes you to laugh, there’s absolutely no way you can handle another round with him right now you’re so sore.
“Not happening,” Your shoulders bounce, “Not yet anyway.”
“Ignore him, he’s just excited that there’s a naked girl in my bed.”
“Mmm,” You laugh again, gazing up at him, “Well you’d better kick her out before I find her and kill her.”
To this Jungkook lolls his head back with a silent giggle, “I don’t know if the idea of there being two of you turns me on or scares the shit out of me. You’re a handful as it is.”
“Just stop talking.”
“See what I mean?” His brow quirks knowingly, “You’re so bossy.”
You choose to ignore him and settle back into his chest, your arm messily thrown over his small waist. There’s a dull vibration coming from somewhere in the room that disturbs your peace and wins you to groan. You might not be hungover but you’re not much of a morning person either, and you’ve decided that whoever’s calling right now is going to get an ear full of your wrath.
“Is that my phone or yours?” You ask, not bothering to move.
“Mine I think,” He sighs, “Hang on.”
And just like that he gets out of bed, making sure to drape the covers back over you before he searches for his discarded suit trousers. Eventually he finds them and grabs his phone, you feel like a pervert for watching him stand at the foot of the bed entirely naked and hard – his toned, tattooed body is a sight you’re never going to get used to. He’s perfect.
“I’ll be right back, I’ve got nine missed calls from Tae,” He chuckles to himself, glancing at you with a small smile, “Do you want a coffee? I got some blonde blend in for you.”
“God, yes please.” You stretch on the bed, every muscle in your body aching.
But when he returns to the bedroom he doesn’t have a coffee for you, instead his sharp profile is blanketed with concern and confusion as he sits on the edge of the bed in grey sweatpants.
“What’s wrong?” You sense the shift in atmosphere immediately, covering your bare chest with the bed sheets when you sit up. “Is everything okay?”
“That was Taehyung…” He’s quiet, putting you further on edge, “The police finally traced the IP address from the video leak.” Your heart drops into the depths of your stomach, reality crashing down onto you like a tonne of bricks. Jungkook swallows, cocking his head to one side with a frown.
“The video was leaked from your apartment Y/N.”
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What if... the CEOs were Hybrids? part two | BTS OT7 au
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Trigger warnings: swearing, possessive/obsessive behaviour, mentions of violence, alcohol, usual hybrid trope things
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Playlist : Dandelions - Ruth B, Can’t Help Falling in Love - Kina Grannis
Hybrids: KNJ - Wolf, KSJ - Bear, MYG - Panther, JHS - Lion, PJM - Arctic fox, KTH - Tiger, JJK - Bunny.
“They’re behind here I’m telling you,” Yoongi growls, staring a hole in the door to supply closet b, the only room that was locked.
They had been running around like fools in search of you, almost becoming feral with desperation.
Hoseok knocks on the door lightly, the taps not matching the fire in his eyes or the way his nostrils flared. It was faint, but your smell was here.
They hear the lock click, the door opening to reveal a smug sleepy Jungkook at the door, but that’s not what their gaze focuses on. There you are on the floor in Taehyung’s lap, sleeping in his arms. Jimin was asleep in hybrid form on your thigh, his little foxy face smushed against you. The tiger hybrid asleep with his back against the wall, holding on to you.
It’s a soft sight, it even melted their anger a smidge, having to force their jaws to remain clenched.
“Bunny was really tired,” Jungkook yawns. “She couldn’t sleep last night.”
“You three are dead,” Yoongi’s throat rumbles, his voice low not to reach your ears, but it reaches Jimin and Taehyung, their ears twitching to the sound, the threat rousing them from their slumber. 
Jungkook’s instincts want him to fight or flight, but he stands his ground.
“We kept her away from the other employees, and we kept her safe,” Jungkook bites back, doe eyes turning stern as he lectures his hyung, a predator hybrid. “We didn’t take advantage of her, what’s the problem?”
Hoseok scoffs in disbelief, his tail agitated behind him, he doesn’t miss the accusation in the bunny’s tone. They weren’t going to be disrespected for making what they thought was the best decision, even if what Jungkook was hinting at held any weight. 
“Ya locking her in a store room with three hormonal hybrids isn’t taking advantage of her?” Jin half whispers, half yells, eyes wide with exasperation, the sight would be hilarious under different circumstances. 
“It's better than locking her in an office with four feral predators,” Jungkook seethes, eyes narrowing. The hypocrisy was unreal, he could smell the lingering scent of their horniness, even though it was masked by the desperation and fear their mate had disappeared.  
“Ya Namjoon why aren't you saying any-” Jin’s voice gets caught in his throat as they all turn to the lead CEO. The wolf had his eyes dead set on the scene, his eyes blank of emotion, the sight has them all tensing, having seen this look before. 
“Namjoon,” Yoongi calls for him delicately, trying to reach into the hole of thoughts he knew the wolf was burying himself in and pull him out. 
Something snaps in him, his cheeks sucked in as a breath of angry air exhales from his nostrils. The tension can be felt heavily in the air, masked previously by their own emotions. Taehyung and Jimin, now fully awake by the sixth sense of an approaching storm, watch their alpha with fear creeping into their veins. The tiger holds you closer, ready to protect you from the oncoming danger, although in his sound mind he knows he’s going to be on the receiving end.
“Wake her up,” Namjoon’s voice is heavy, the command low and guttural, and each of their backs straighten to attention. “Seokjin hyung take her home, you three, in my office. Now.”
Any correction of ‘their’ office died in their throats as the wolf hybrid stormed away. They all release a breath they didn’t know they were holding, trying to downplay the goosebumps that made them shudder at the energy he left in his wake. 
“Like I said,” Yoongi gulped, recovering from the menacing aura, trying to return to his stern demeanour, “you three are dead.”
The three of them stood with their heads low in submission in front of Namjoon’s desk, his eyes boring into them with so much heat they could feel themselves start to sweat. Hoseok and Yoongi were listening from outside, not willing to admit they were too afraid to go in. 
“Did you tell her?” The deathly tone of his voice made them want to run, but they were frozen by the red eyes of their alpha.
“N-no we didn’t,” Jimin stuttered, knowing he needed to answer out of respect.
“She wondered why we were all scenting her, but she didn’t figure it out,” Jungkook explains, his little tail quivering behind him.
“Jungkook covered it,” Taehyung says, trying to placate the angry alpha.
“What did you tell her?” He stares down the bunny hybrid like the barrel of a gun ready to fire.
“I told her she was part of the pack,” Jungkook gulped. “Our hybrids recognised her as a packmate even though she’s human. That’s all.”
Namjoon nods, pacing behind his desk in thought. They were going to choke from the pheromones in the room. The wolf hybrid was emitting heavy miasmatic rage and the maknaes' knees were seconds away from giving out from the weight. 
“She fell asleep in our arms Hyung,” Jungkook admits quietly against his better judgement, knowing that the lead CEO was in no state of mind to listen to reason but he still had to try, “that means she trusts us, she feels something for us.”
“She's human!” He seethes back, making Taehyung jump, “it means she was tired.”
They can’t find their voices to argue, letting the room fall back to that poisonous state of silence as they awaited the Alpha’s punishment of choice.
“The three of you are suspended for a week.”
The shock hit them like a slap, they were expecting a bigger workload, something that meant they couldn’t see you as much, not this. Not being able to see you at all, for a whole week?
“Argue with me and I’ll make it two.”
His foot was down and not budging an inch, they could see it in the way his jaw was set. As much as they wanted to complain they swallowed it down, a week without you was torment enough, they wouldn’t be able to handle two.
The air in the car is stifling… Jin was oblivious to it, or so you thought but it was obvious with the way your entire body was running like you had a fever from the embarrassment of waking up to six of your bosses staring at you! While you were in the arms of one of them! You couldn’t control the impulse, you buried your head in your hands and groaned. There were ice caps in the arctic melting because of the heat from your cheeks alone! 
Jin tries not to, but he chuckles at your actions, trying to look nonchalant as he drives but you hear his little breaths of laughter, whining into your palms. 
“If I call in sick tomorrow will you cover for me?” You ask the bear hybrid, your hands coming away from your face as you stare at him seriously. He was already having such trouble stifling his laughter, but the look on your face as you tried to conspire with him made him burst. 
“Jin it's not funny,” you grumble, pouting over your predicament. 
“Honey you don’t have to be embarrassed,” he says fondly, smiling as he steers onto your road. 
Your stupid heart flutters at the term of endearment he introduced today, you couldn’t help thinking it sounded like you were a couple. As quickly as your heart swelled, it sank. You were just an employee, how many times did you have to tell yourself that?
You cough weakly into your hand, his eyes snap to you as if you’d grown a third head.
“Oh no,” you say dramatically, obviously faking, the back of your hand placed delicately to your forehead for good measure. “I must be coming down with something *cough* maybe I won’t be able to make it into work tomorrow.”
Jin sighs, for a second he believed you, the worry in his chest had his senses set to panic. You frown when he doesn’t smile at your joke, not a hint of it left from earlier, instead he's releasing a breath as if he had been holding onto it.
“Beautiful girl,” he sighs, his tone slightly berating you. “Don’t ever joke about things like that.”
After a day like today, with their mate smelling the way she did, the need to take you home, look after you, shower you with love, protect you from everything in their nest was overwhelming. Fear ran riot inside of them when you were ‘missing’, it was the worst prank those maknaes could play on them, and now a joke from your own lips about your health made his hybrid feel a sadness he couldn’t quite explain. It was mixed with the essence of failure, like if you got unwell, it would be his fault. 
“Jin?” You call him out of his thoughts, his eyes swim with so much emotion as he looks at you, really looks at you. Your frown melts into surprise, not expecting to be attacked with that expression on his face. “Umm… Thanks for the ride.”
You try to smile but it's a nervous sight, you know he can hear your heart pounding, and you needed to save yourself from some embarrassment today at least. 
“You really didn’t have to…” You open the car door, ready to make your escape. You wished you fought back harder, but he was adamant about dropping you home, the hell was he going to risk any hybrid on the streets smelling you. 
“See you tomorrow Y/n,” he says when you step out of the car. The corner of his lips turn upward in an attempt to return your smile, but it doesn’t reach the sorrow in his eyes. You normally hate when they refer to you by name, they only did so when others were around, or when you were in trouble, but this didn’t feel like that. He said your name with so much weight you couldn’t understand it, only staring at him again in shock. 
You recover a moment later, brows furrowing in thought as you close the door. He watches you enter your apartment building, leaning onto the passenger side of the car to watch the light come on in your complex. You were home, you were safe, he felt himself breathe a little in relief. 
You weren’t theirs. The thought had been repeating itself in his head since you called his name minutes ago. As much as they loved you, wanted you, the facts were irrefutable. You weren’t theirs. He sighs deeply before pulling away, a silent drive back to their mansion to dwell on his thoughts. 
There was a weight pulling you down in the office this morning. Your thoughts evidently elsewhere, that was clear to see on your face. Every few seconds you would catch yourself drifting before trying to shake yourself out of it, trying to focus on your work but you couldn’t. The guilt was eating you alive. 
“Kim depyunim looks as pissed today as he did yesterday,” you can hear one of your co-workers gossiping. 
“Wonder what's got him so stressed out?”
You could haphazard a guess. You fight down the groan that makes its way up your throat. Maybe he thinks you’re trying to seduce them, after yesterday's scene, you’re so sure you’ve disappointed him. He wasn’t there when you woke up, he must’ve walked off fuming at the sight of you cuddling up to his packmates. But then… Jungkook said they saw you as one of the pack so why… unless, you hadn’t been accepted by their alpha yet, and now you’re sure you won’t. You fucked up, you fucked up so bad by taking their friendship for granted, they were your employers, why did you forget that fact so easily?
“Earth to Y/n,” Yeri waves her hand in front of you face, the turtle hybrid had been talking to you for the last minute only to realise you had been spaced out.
“Huh- Oh sorry, what were you saying?” 
She frowns at you, handing you the file for today's meeting while wondering what was going on with you. The second the file is in your hands your heart sinks, you hadn’t forgotten about it, oh no, quite the opposite. The entire evening you were thinking about it, the fact you would have to face your bosses at this meeting after yesterday's events. 
It plagued you so bad it gave you nightmares, every hour you woke up after scenes of Namjoon yelling at you, or Yoongi refusing to speak to you. Hobi didn’t even look at you even though you begged him to with tears in your eyes. You know they were only dreams, they weren’t real, and yet they felt so believable that even now when you were awake you held some sorrow over them, as if they really did happen. 
“Are you okay running the meeting, you don’t look great…” she comments, braced for you to faint or something. 
Here it was, an opportunity for someone to take over, for you to run home and hide. But as much as you were terrified of their reaction to you, you worked so hard preparing for this meeting, your team was relying on you, and so were the CEOs. You had to deliver it, you had to show them you were worth working here. And plus, you fixed the problem anyway…
Yeri watches your face fall into a despondent state, were you okay? It was almost as if you were in mourning or something, and she felt too awkward to ask any further questions. What was wrong with you?
You only nod in reply, walking away from her in thought as you make your way to the meeting room. As always you were thirty minutes early, the room was empty as it normally was. You weren’t as efficient as you normally would be, your pace slow as you organised your material, set the room up to your liking. You didn’t even acknowledge when your colleagues made their way in and sat in their designated seats, but you felt it when they did. You back went up, a sixth sense you couldn’t explain when Namjoon stepped through the door, followed by 3 other CEOs. You didn’t make eye contact, you didn’t turn their way or greet them when your coworkers stood and bowed, you pretended as if you didn’t know they were here. But you knew they could hear your heart running like it needed to escape, your heavier breathing as you tried to calm down. 
Yoongi can smell the anxiety, your back was to them as you sorted out the computer and projector, but he could see how tense you were. He glances at their company founder, who almost glared at you before swallowing down whatever thoughts he was having, pretending you didn’t exist. Sometimes the other CEOs wanted to get a chisel and hammer, and crack open that skull and see what the hell was going on in that head of his. 
The lights dim before the presentation begins. You’re grateful for the darkness, thinking it would hide their faces from you, but when you turn around you realise it only enhances their intimidating demeanour. You felt like prey in the middle of a hunt, their eyes glistened in the low lights, and you knew they could see you better than you could them. The thought has a flood of vulnerability rush through your spine and chest, only increasing your growing anxiety like a tsunami. You take a deep breath before you begin. 
Hobi’s gaze doesn’t miss the way your hands were shaking as you grip onto your notes for the meeting, the way you cleared your throat before you spoke. Under normal circumstances your presentations were captivating, you held the room, but today you didn’t even smile. All he wanted to do was wrap you protectively in his arms, rewind to yesterday when you were enjoying each other's company.
He sighs, Jin and Yoongi glancing at him briefly inquisitively, but of course they knew the thoughts that plagued Hoseok’s mind. They knew the maknaes weren’t being malicious in their revenge plot, they would never have ill intentions towards your wellbeing. The hyungs knew the youngest three were making a valid point in their demonstration yesterday, but the problem was they never thought it through, they never thought of or understood the consequences, the fallout, the way the older CEOs did. They could already feel your distance as you questioned yesterday’s events, your little brain working on overdrive, analysing everything.
Part of the lion hybrid wished Namjoon didn’t ban the cubs from the building during their suspension, they were so much better at keeping you close. He’s so deep in his thoughts, so busy absentmindedly watching your every move that he misses most of the meeting agenda, looking blank when the lights turn on and everyone’s eyes turn to the CEOs in the room. Thankfully Namjoon takes over.
“Good presentation Miss L/n,” he doesn’t look your way when he speaks, and it cuts you, you hated empty praise, you hated it when he used your last name, even in front of everyone. “I want team B to follow up on revenue, team A can hand over the files.”
“Well done for laying down the foundation for this contract team A,” Yoongi agrees, his eyes on you only, the praise directed at you even he said it to your whole group. 
“Y/n you’ve got the best deal again,” Jin says fondly, smiling at you, hoping you’d return it. You bow politely at them instead as people gather their papers, ready to leave. The CEOs try to hang back, knowing you would clear your notes and linger behind to do so without distraction. Hoseok reads the material of what he missed, Yoongi pretends to small talk with Jin while they keep glancing your way. Namjoon answered questions from the floor managers, actually wanting to escape quickly but he was stuck listening to this imbecile. 
“Should we stay late tonight to go over the material for the handover?” Alex asks you with a grin. Four pairs of ears instinctively lock onto the conversation, even the wolf’s. 
“I can’t, sorry, I have a date,” you say bluntly, loud enough for them to hear, a tight lipped smile on your face. The hybrids reel back with shock, like you were intentionally trying to hurt them, but how could you? You didn’t know how they felt. 
The whole meeting you could feel their gazes on you, more than just listening to the meeting. Their eyes had been interrogating, or it felt like it at least, so you said it to quell any ill intentions they might think you have, that you were another one of those employees who were desperate to seduce them. The second the words were out you regretted everything; saying yes to that stupid blind date, coming to work at all, and everything that happened yesterday. 
“Excuse me,” you can’t even force a smile as you exit, your heart pounding in your chest when you feel their eyes pierce you, unable to handle it. 
“A date? A fucking date!” Yoongi uncharacteristically yells at the other three in the office, Hoseok and Jin leaning on the walls behind their respective desks, both appearing despondent staring at the floor, Namjoon pretending to read the files in front of him, ignoring them. “How can she go on a date when yesterday we-”
He sighs exasperated as his fingers comb through his hair in frustration, one hand on his hip as he shakes his head. Yoongi never raises his voice like this. He got angry yes, but his rage was always cool and calm, unless of course it regarded you. How could you flaunt this in front of them when yesterday you were bonding, scenting, SLEEPING with them? Why were humans so dense? He was so sure deep inside of himself you returned their feelings, but now, he was losing hope you did at all. 
“Namjoon stop pretending to read we can smell the burning pot you’re trying to put a lid on,” Seokjin reprimands him, trying to contain his own fury at the CEO, partly blaming him for your sudden interest in dating. In all the years they’ve known you, not once have you been with someone else, they would have smelt it on you if you had, so why now? Why were you pushing them away after yesterday? As much as they wanted to pry open Namjoon’s skull, he wanted to read your mind more.
“It's her choice to-”
“She doesn’t know we’re an option because you wouldn’t let us court her,” Yoongi spits, tail agitated behind him as his pupils almost turn into slits. 
The wolf hybrid has to force his jaw shut to not bear his teeth at his packmate's aggression, his eyes glinting red as they stare the panther hybrid down.
Hoseok scoffs at their behaviour, at the situation.
“Good thing the maknaes aren’t here,” he thinks out loud. They would have lost it, plotted some game or plan to stop you, but maybe that was what they needed. As diabolical as it sounded, every bone in his body wanted to stop you. “Should we tell them?”
“It’s none of their business,” Namjoon snaps, his nose flaring. “It’s none of our business, she’s our employee, she’s allowed to date whoever she wants. Her private life is just that, we don’t get involved.”
He stares each of them down, the pot reaching boiling point. Each of them deflate into submission, even Yoongi, his shoulders sinking, his gaze falling to the floor. Their alpha’s pheromones were strong in presenting his wrath, but it couldn’t hide the scent of misery and ache.  
Yoongi walks up to his desk, his head still bowed but the adrenaline in Namjoon’s system still had his back up as he watched the panther wearily. His best friend can barely look him in the eye, not out of respect for their pack leader, but because for the first time in his life, their alpha let them down. Namjoon swallows down his own sorrow, his own regret that’s caused this rift between them. 
“Our mate is going to let another man court her,” Yoongi explains solemnly so every word is heard and understood. “Another person is going to put their hands on her, we’re going to smell him on her. Why are you pretending that's okay?
You love her just as much as I do.”
He doesn’t wait for a response, storming out of the office before his rage built again and he ended up punching the wolf for his stubborn stupidity.
You could cancel, would that quell the growing anxiety inside of you? But the whole point of this date was to move on from this unrequited infatuation with them that was boarding on pathetic. You’re sure Namjoon’s caught on, why else would he look at you like that during the meeting? He must be so disgusted and disappointed in you. 
Jimin, Tae and Kookie would tell you what was going on inside their alpha’s head, they didn’t hide things from you, you could actually call them your friends. What if this whole situation took them away from you? What if Namjoon told them you were just like everyone else, trying to get close to them for an agenda. Is that why you hadn’t seen them yet?
As much as you told yourself you needed to create a professional distance and set boundaries before any misunderstandings could form, you couldn’t lie to yourself that you didn’t want anything to change, you didn’t want to lose them or what you had with them. Was that so selfish? You didn’t want to lose them, you didn’t want them to hate you, and you didn’t want to feel like this anymore. Like your love for them was wrong. 
The office was bustling around you and yet you were still, a mountain of work sat on your desk and you couldn’t even glance in its direction. You should’ve called in sick.
“Y/n!” Jackson calls for your attention, standing beside you, frowning at your despondency, almost the same look he saw on one of his bosses moments ago. The Golden retriever hybrid was the perfect secretary, unflinchingly loyal, and able to read every emotion cue before they even presented. Something was going on, and his instincts told him to stay out of it. 
“Hey,” you greet him, his presence jolting you into starting to go through the pile of work, even if it was just to look busy. 
“Min Depyunim needs you in his office ASAP,” he instructs. 
His frown deepens at the way your heart rate skyrocketed, the growing anxiety perspiring from your skin. 
“Did he say why?” you ask with a gulp, your eyes wide like a prey hybrid. 
“No, just that it was urgent.”
You only nod in reply, not trusting your voice as you leave your desk. Each step to that office would normally bring you a sense of comfort, anticipation in the best kind of way, but today your shoes were filled with lead. You hold an empty folder against your chest as if that would offer you any defence. 
The door opens before you knock, your fist in the air as you come face to face with Yoongi. The panther hybrid detests eye contact, it was more a sign of aggression in the hybrid world, but now his eyes were boring into yours, pleading you without words. Both your faces mirror a sense of sadness, your voices caught in your throats. His hand wraps around your wrist that was still caught midair, pulling you in when you made no move to. 
His office still had hints of yesterday, he locked it after you left, not wanting the cleaning crew to erase your scent or the evidence of your bonding session. The windows were closed, but the air in the room wasn’t stifling. Even though you were human, the room was calming your tense composure. That is, until your boss opens his mouth.
“I need you to stay late and help me with a new merger,” he announces, his stoic stare almost daring you to defy him, but behind that demeanour he was nervous. 
You stare back in shock, he knew you had a date. He heard you at that meeting, you're sure of it, so why? 
“Kitten?” he searches your face for a hint of something, anything. “It's an important deal, I need my best girl on it.”
You take a deep breath at the compliment, your heart fluttering against your wishes. Your skin flushes with heat, and you hope his hybrid senses can’t pick up the warmth you're suddenly emitting. Here it was… a way out, a way to just go back to how things were. You could say yes.
“I can’t,” you shake your head, looking away from his penetrating gaze before it coerced you into giving in. “I have plans, I’m sorry I can’t.”
“Cancel.” The word comes out like a command before he can correct himself. “Reschedule, this is important.”
The folder in your arms is squeezed closer against your chest, your eyes close, you almost look like you’re fighting with yourself. 
Give in Kitten, come on, did you really like this guy? Did you really not want him and the others? They were so sure, with the way you reciprocated their affection, that you felt the same. The idea that you didn't, sent a stabbing pain straight through his chest.
“I can’t, I’m really sorry,” you wish he knew how sorry you were, fighting to keep your eyes from watering. You didn’t want to go tonight, but you were forcing yourself to. 
“Why?” he fights the growl from his voice, his eyes piercing you. 
“I just can’t,” you hold back the sorrow in your tone, but he can still hear it, realising he was possibly putting you between a rock and a hard place. He tries not to scoff, tries not to take it further, but he can’t help himself, he was so pissed at this situation, the idea that someone else was getting to be with you in every way he wanted to be. 
“Miss L/n this deal is important-”
“You’ve said that,” you cut him off, arguing back. You hated when he called you that. Every time he was annoyed with you, every time you made a grievous mistake back when you both didn’t get along, he used your surname in that tone, and this time it irritated you. “But I’ve read my contract, I don’t have to say yes.”
He takes a deep breath, both your spiking distress starting to destroy the previous ambience of his office, and he didn’t want to lose it. He walks away from you, trying to cool down, only turning back when he reaches his desk, hoping the distance would give him a chance to breathe.
“Will there be repercussions Min Depyunim?” you ask, your eyes staring daggers into his softening features. He shakes his head, looking down at the ground between you, disgusted with himself. He was so desperate for you not to go, was he really going to force you to stay? 
You sigh, Min Yoongi doesn’t back down, not with you. He gave in to you when you needed him to, but he never backed down when you playfully bickered, and definitely not when you argued. 
“Yoongi are you okay?” Your glare dulls, the concern for him easing your temper. 
“The cubs explained that we all see you as part of the pack right?” His head is still angled to the floor but his hooded eyes look up at you.
You nod slowly, his words sinking into you slowly since they came from nowhere.
“You don’t smell like us today, it’s put us on edge,” he lies. “Can I scent you kitten?”
He could hear your heart pound against your ribcage, trying so desperately to run to where it belonged, in his arms, in his hold. You were their mate, your body knew it, why didn’t you?
You hesitate. Every single repercussion and consequence ran through your mind telling you to say no, but you didn’t care, not until a certain wolf hybrid’s glare entered your head. Yoongi can see your eyes glisten with wherever your thoughts were going, the way they were imploring him to pull you out of whatever melancholic place they were taking you. 
“Come here,” he orders, sitting on his desk with his legs open for you to stand in between. He doesn’t miss the shift in your eyes as they dilate at the preposition, the way your breathing gets heavier. 
Seriously, does he want to kill you? He wants you to stand there, he didn’t do it like that yesterday. His stare compels you to walk forward, your grip still digging into the folder in your arms, but when did you ever need a shield against Min Yoongi? As soon as you’re close enough he grabs your hand, pulling you closer to him. He smirks as you try to avoid eye contact, shuffling where you stood. He takes that damned file away from you, throwing it somewhere on his desk.
You feel vulnerable without it, yet there was something exhilarating about the position you’re in. Your scent changes, a ghost of yesterday’s intensity, but the subtle smell was enough to get his panther preening. His arms wrap around you, his face buried into the juncture of your neck. He rubs his nose against your skin, his ears perking at the way your breath hitches.
You jump when there’s a knock on the door before it opens, the panther possessively not letting you budge as you panic. He scowls at the door, ready to tear into Namjoon if he was interrupting again, not giving a shit as to what their alpha thought anymore. 
“Hyung- Oh,” Hoseok’s mouth forms a perfect circle in shock, his eyebrows rising at the sight and audacity of the older CEO. He locks the door when he walks through, his features composing as he smirks at Yoongi. There was no need for anyone else, or their pack leader to walk in on this. 
Your little fight against Yoongi’s hold ceases when you realise your efforts are futile, your head dropping to his shoulder in defeat, and with the way your skin was burning, embarrassment. 
“Kitten, are you hiding from Hobi?” He sniggers, unable to resist teasing you. It was odd, having this moment with you all while knowing you were going to be with someone else tonight. Bittersweet didn’t seem like the right word, it was crueler than that. His tail wraps around your thigh at the thought of having to let you go, he didn’t want to. 
You didn’t realise how touchstarved you were until you felt his soft fur on your skin, melting into his hold a little more. Maybe you really did need this date if the only place you were getting an inkling of physical attention was your seven bosses, perhaps that was what caused this dilemma in the first place, maybe you were just confused about your feelings because you hadn’t had any romantic interests since you started working here. Maybe it was just a stupid crush and you were overthinking everything. As much as you tried to convince yourself, you knew you were lying. 
Hoseok’s arms wrapping around you from behind underneath Yoongi’s pulls you out of your sinking thoughts. He nuzzles his cheek against the top of your head, scenting you to soothe that sour flavour seeping from you. When your aroma settles back to its natural sweetness he’s satisfied with his work, resting his chin on the other side of your head on your shoulder. 
“Sunshine, why are you being shy?” he whispers into your ear like he’s sharing a secret, chuckling when you bury yourself further into the panther hybrid. There’s an amused breath of laughter from the CEO you were trying to cocoon yourself in, but his heart swells at the fact you were seeking comfort in him. 
“Hmmmm,” he pretends to pout, pressing his lips against the sliver of skin showing on the juncture of your shoulder and neck. “Should I leave sunshine?”
You shake your head against Yoongi, one of the hands that was gripping onto his shirt, coming away to hold onto the sleeve of the lion hybrid behind you before he had the chance to pull away. He smiles fondly at the action even if you weren’t coming out to play. He kisses the back of your head quickly, using your current state to his advantage. He feels you stiffen slightly before you relax again, your heart is hammering so hard he can feel it through your back. His eyes glance at Yoongi, a silent communication shared between them both, the same thought echoing through their minds. It might have been wrong, it might cross every boundary Namjoon told them to avoid, but they would scent you so intensely that if you were with a hybrid tonight they would suffocate on the stench. They would cover every available inch of you in their smell that every hybrid would know you were accounted for. They didn’t even want to think about what they would do if the stupid person you were seeing was human. 
Hobi rests his forehead against the back of your head, wishing he could just read your thoughts. Why were you doing this to them? His embrace tightens, his sunny disposition clouding. He didn’t think he could handle it, if you came into work smelling of someone else. Something sharp grips his chest, like a thousand thorns piercing into the flesh, trying to claw its way into his heart. He wants to beg you not to do this, but the words get caught in his throat. 
He closes his eyes, sniffing your hair subtly before it would become tainted by someone else, trying to lock it into his memory as if this was the last time he’d see you. He was usually so content in your presence, always eased and comforted by just your smile or laugh. But now he was fighting back tears, feeling like you had slipped out of reach even though you were here in his arms. He feels another hand on his other arm, recognising Yoongi’s touch. The lion hybrid was pouring out a damp essence with his sorrow, unbeknownst to you, but the older CEO could sense it. Maybe a part of you could too, your thumb starting to stroke his arm soothingly making him ache.
Why didn’t you want them the way they wanted you?  
Day one of not being able to see you and they were already a mess. Three Hybrids laid in Jungkook’s room, staring at the ceiling wondering where it all went wrong. The bunny hybrid took the bed, Taehyung was on the floor, the oldest maknae on the bean bag. They were in here all day, feeling lost without work, well not work, without you. They didn’t realise how much they looked forward to their day because of you until Namjoon took it away from them. 
“This week is going to be torture if all we do is contemplate our life choices,” Jungkook states blankly, his stare still on the ceiling. 
“It’s already torture,” Taehyung huffs, clutching onto the pillow he stole from the bed earlier. “Did you hear him last night tell Hyung he had plans for us when we got back.”
He shudders, his chin digging into the soft material in his hands for comfort. He may have been a tiger but their alpha could instil fear in anyone, regardless of rank or breed. 
“What plans?” Jimin asks, his head rising to look at his best friend on the floor. 
“He’s going to make us work on another floor,” Taehyung replies sadly, his whole face falling from despondency to complete heart break.
Jimin groans, pushing his hair back in frustration as his head hits the beanbag again.
“He can’t do that,” Jungkook says quietly, terrified at the prospect that the one thing that keeps him sane at that dreaded building was going to be kept away from him.
“He can,” Jimin spits before whining, “this is so unfair, he’s overreacting and he knows it.”
“I’ve never seen him so mad at us before,” Taehyung sniffs. 
Jimin sighs, not wanting to add to the melancholy infecting the tiger hybrid.
“Maybe he’ll come to his senses before we’re back at work,” he tries to sound hopeful, but it fools no one. 
“Even if he does, we still have a week of suspension,” Jungkook scoffs. “He won’t back down on that just to prove a point.”
They sit in silence, stuck in this purgatory without you. 
“Right!” Jimin sits up with a clap, looking at the other maknaes with an expression that could only be described as displeased. “We can sit here all week, or we can distract ourselves.”
“How?” Taehyung asks with a pout.
“Treat it like a holiday,” Jimin suggests. “Let’s go out before the hyungs come home.” 
Jungkook sighs, it wasn’t a bad idea, but it would have been better if you were part of the equation. 
“Where do we go?” he tries to give into the proposition but he wasn’t feeling it.
“I don’t want to get hit on,” Taehyung announces, the insinuation in his voice clear, that meant nothing too public, or anything too high end.
“We’ll clear out the VIP lounge at our club,” Jimin shrugs.
“Which one?” 
Their company owned a few but they were more personal entrepreneurial revenues, Hobi, Yoongi and Namjoon owned Cypher, a more underground clubbing scene. Hoseok owned another with Jin and Jungkook called Jamais Vu, while Jimin shared Dionysus with the panther and their alpha. 
“What difference is sitting in a club going to make when we can sit here?” Jungkook grumbles. “What's the point?”
“We have a week of hell Jungkookie,” Jimin stands, walking over to the bunny hybrid pushing him to get up. “Let's try to survive it.”
“I don’t want to go clubbing, I don’t feel like dancing,” Taehyung mopes.
“Aish you both are killing me,” Jimin complains, still trying to budge the maknae into moving. “What about your bar Tae?”
He contemplates it, eyes looking up as he thinks it through. Scenery was normally quiet, only bringing in the older generation since it was a jazz bar as unique as the tiger hybrid himself. The others didn’t think it would do as well as it had but some people wanted the gentle calm compared to the rioting lights and loud music. It was huge so even if it were a busy night it never felt like it. 
“Yeah Jungkook let’s go,” he agrees after deeming the suggestion acceptable.
The youngest groans, his arms covering his eyes in protest, pretending to sleep.
“Jungkook, do you really want to stay here and hear the hyung’s gloat about their day with Y/n?” Jimin sounds solemn, making the bunny peer at him. 
No, he didn’t want that at all. 
“Explain to me how this is different to staying home?” His nose twitches cutely, watching Taehyung’s regular patrons enjoying their evening, not missing the way most of them were couples. Jimin can’t help laughing at the pout and grumpy eyes the bunny was adorning, 
“This place has alcohol,” Jimin giggles, already on his third drink. 
“We have alcohol at home,” Jungkook mumbles back, leaning back in their booth near the back of the establishment while Jimin signalled to the bartender for a top up.
“So much for not dancing,” Jimin chuckles at the sight of the tiger hybrid dancing on his own, perfectly content surrounded by the couples, not a care in the world. He catches them watching, giving them both a shy smirk, teeth biting into his bottom lip as he grinned. 
“We should invite Flower here,” Taehyung says a little breathlessly as he slides into the booth next to Jimin, seemingly having had enough of the dancing. 
“You know hyung banished us from the office,” Jimin thought out loud, “he didn’t say anything about contacting Angel out of hours.”
Jungkook snorts at the logic.
“I think it was insinuated,” he rolls his eyes, the pair of them instigating an argument about the topic while Taehyung watches chuckling. 
“What hyung doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” Jimin shrugs.
“How many times have you said that-”
But the tiger hybrid doesn’t hear the next words, his face turns blank as his senses tune into the sound of the door opening, the little bell ringing. He doesn’t understand why he can suddenly feel his heartbeat harder in anticipation, his sixth sense taking over control of his body. There’s a gust of wind, a gentle breeze he can feel through the open door, and with it a familiar scent.
“How many times do you drag us into trouble?” Jungkook was still squabbling with the arctic fox, the pair of them unaware of their friend’s wavering attention. 
“Taehyung tell this kit-”
They both turn to the tiger hybrid, taken back by his look of shock until they follow his line of sight. Their hearts stopped, taking all the life out of them in a single gasp. Was that really you or was it a mirage from their abstinence? Jimin and Jungkook are about to smile until they notice what Taehyung already had. You were sitting at the bar in front of them, seemingly alone until they saw the man you were with bring back two glasses. The smile you give him has them sobering.
Taehyung growls so deep that anyone would think he was in his tiger form, his eyes glow with a tint, penetrating that spot the bastard had his hand on your back. Jimin and Jungkook fare no better, a solemn fury burning through their sudden glares, and you must’ve felt the heat because you turn like they called your name, your gaze meeting theirs.
You turn away quickly, feeling like you got caught cheating which was absolutely ridiculous. You shouldn’t be feeling guilty, so why was it eating you alive? You tried to smile at your date as he leaned in to ask if you were okay.
Jimin scoffs at the sight, a humourless breath of laughter escaping as he shakes his head, who the hell did this idiot think he was? Why were you with him?
“Are they friends…?” Jungkook tries to keep the venom out of his voice, tries to dispute the idea you were out romantically with this asshole.
“If it was friendship they’d be out in a group,” Jimin comments. “Look at their body language, his especially, my little vixen is out on a date.”
The possessive lilt in his tone is intense, his glare burning your back. There’s a rumble from Taehyung’s chest at his words, the tiger’s tail whipping so hard you could hear it slice the air.
What the actual hell? Of all the places to see the CEOs, of all the nights, why this one? Why here? Your heart was thundering in nerves, you tried so hard to swallow but your throat had run dry, and your hands were shaking so bad you didn’t think you could pick up your glass.
“Hey, are you sure you’re okay?” Eric asks you for the second time, your date so far had been fine, but even though it had only really just started you were so ready for it to end. He seemed like a lovely guy, not too eager, a little bit goofy and funny in a way that wasn’t his whole personality. But the second you met him, you saw all the ways he wasn’t them, and you realised that wasn’t fair on him. 
You were trying, really truly trying to give this a chance, but those three intense stares you could feel on the back of your head reminded you of all the reasons why you didn’t want to. 
You didn’t need this. The whole point of tonight was to build boundaries and distances, how were you supposed to do that when they were here.
“This place is something else,” he says trying to make conversation, looking around at the decor and beige tones. You couldn’t tell if he liked it or not. “So why did you want to come here?”
“Umm, I don’t know,” you admit. “There’s just something about this place that seems familiar and comforting, you know?”
Oh the irony of your words. You needed familiarity and comfort around you when you were stepping out of your comfort zone, but the three hybrids behind you had destroyed that plan. 
Eric smiles at you in a way that lets you know he didn’t get it, it makes you laugh at the foolishness of your words. At least he laughed with you, the atmosphere only lightening a smidge. 
“For a place that you like, you haven’t touched your drink,” he notes, looking at both your pints, yours was full, his halfway through. Fuck it, you needed something to take the edge off. His jaw drops in surprise as you down the whole thing, the glass coming down empty onto the bartop. “It wasn’t a challenge.”
You catch the amusement in his eyes, rolling yours jokingly with a smile. You could do this, you could totally handle being out on a date with the three of seven of the loves of your life watching you. You hiccup, did you really just think that? You were meant to think ‘three of seven of your bosses watching you’, you didn’t mean what you thought before. Shit, maybe you drank that a bit too quickly. 
“Top up?” he asks, picking up your glass as he finishes his own, walking away to the busy barkeep when you nod. You didn’t want another drink, but you needed to breathe. For a second you forget something glaringly obvious, until three bodies join you where you’re sitting. You blink repeatedly at the stern expression of the arctic fox hybrid next to you, wondering if he were really there. The scene resembles something familiar to you, a mirror of how they would join you at your desk at work, but his eyes spell trouble in a way you don’t think you’re used to. 
“Did you miss us, my little vixen?” Jimin asks, his voice low, the smirk on his face dangerous.
“Huh?” You only gawp at the question, your mind drawing blanks and failing to comprehend his words at all with his body so close to yours. 
You hear a scoff on your otherside, turning to relieve yourself of the oldest maknae, only to meet the possessive anger in Jungkook’s gaze, Taehyung next to him, leaning on the bar, ignoring you. 
“She didn’t even notice we were gone,” Jungkook comments, his tongue pushing hard against his cheek in frustration, believing his own words. “One day with the hyungs and she forgets all about us.”
He sniffs the air, not missing the way your skin was drenched in Yoongi’s and Hobi’s scent. Well your date was definitely not a hybrid, any right minded one would sense the obvious courting markers and run a mile, especially when it was a couple of predators that had done the scenting.
“The hyungs obviously haven’t done a good job keeping you company angel,” Jimin says, glaring at the advancing human walking their way. He puts on his best fake smile, ready to lull his new prey into a false sense of security before he takes you away.
“Y/n?” Eric looks at the men that joined you, frowning in question.
“E-Eric, umm these are my bosses from work,” you try to keep your features calm, but nothing would hide the alarm in your eyes. There's a low growl next to you at your statement, Jimin’s disapproving stare berating you more than his words could.
“Oh,” he says nodding, trying to understand the situation because something didn’t feel right. “What a small world…”
Jungkook scoffs again, what an idiot? Why were you here with an idiot?
“I hope we aren’t interrupting,” Jimin continues, that faux innocence in his voice not matching the devilish smirk on his face. “But the more company the better right?”
Eric now realises what was wrong with the scene in front of him, you were here on a date with him, but with the way the hybrids were surrounding you, he was nowhere near you. He was on the outside looking in, like the three men were purposefully keeping him at a distance, away from you. He awkwardly places the pint as close to you as he could… or as close as they would allow. 
“Taehyung actually owns this bar,” Jimin gestures to the silent tiger before taking a sip of his drink. “What are the chances we’d run into you here?”
You can’t think of anything to say, your mouth kept opening and closing intermittently, you couldn’t meet anyone’s gaze, especially not your date’s. All the times you wished the ground would just swallow you up to escape, this was the hardest you prayed for it. Your hands fidget on the bar, fingers playing with each other, the uncomfortable air stifling. A large palm covers your own to quell the growing anxiety he could smell, your eyes pulled towards the culprit. Taehyung hadn’t said a word since they saw you, but his hand engulfed both of yours, unable to stand his mate in distress even if there was a volcano in the pit of his stomach ready to blow. He still doesn’t look at you, stoically staring ahead at nothing even with your eyes on him.
Eric’s frown turns comical at how intently he stares at your connected hands, adding numbers together but not yet reaching a conclusion despite how obvious the answer was. He tries to side step closer to you but the way the rabbit hybrid was standing behind you, curving his body to your right side, there was no way he could close the distance. 
“Y/n do you want to dance?” he asks instead, if he couldn’t come in, he would pull you out instead. Did your bosses not realise you were on a date? Should he make it obvious you were to avoid any awkwardness?
Their backs stiffen, the palm covering your hands tighten their hold almost in warning if not desperation to stop you. Jungkook grunts in anger, the sound falling deaf on the human’s ears but not yours.
Cat got your tongue Kitten, dammit why could you hear Yoongi’s smug voice in your head now of all times. Y/n say something, you beg yourself. You don’t miss the sound of two tails sweeping through the air in agitation, trying to work out why they were behaving like this, until it clicked. 
If they thought you were part of the pack, then it was only reasonable to assume they’d be protective over anyone approaching you. You’d seen it before amongst themselves, the way they’d act if someone tried to hit on one of them. That must be it. 
“You go ahead,” you finally say with a tightlipped smile. “I’ll be there in a second.”
Although confused, your date decides to do as he’s told. You could feel the tension in their shoulders relieve with each step he took away from you.
“Are you guys okay?” you ask, they weren’t at work today and now you’re sure their moods were bitter bordering on bursting, something must have happened. They look at you in disbelief, Jimin laughs humorlessly shaking his head at how oblivious you could really really be sometimes. What excuse did your human brain come up with now? He had to know. How did you see all the signs they were giving you and translate them into something so ridiculous?
“Are you on a date?” Jungkook asks venomously, eyes holding yours so piercingly you have to remind yourself he wasn’t a snake hybrid. 
“I-I am,” you try to sound confident. “Look, thank you for watching out for me, but Eric is fine.”
You try to smile, you really did, but you don’t know who you were trying to convince. 
How could you not hear their hearts shattering? Of course they knew, but until it was out of your mouth it wasn’t solidified, it couldn’t be true. There’s a small whimper expressed from the maknae that he couldn’t control. 
“And I should probably be getting back to it,” you sigh, standing up from the barstool, trying to ignore the way they were all holding onto you in some way. Jungkook’s hands ghosted over your arms, wanting to pull you back in your seat but he’s resisting the urge as much as it killed him. Taehyung’s hand lingers on yours for as long as he could before they’re gone. Even the back of Jimin’s forefinger was tracing your arm lightly as you stood, the anguish on all of their faces apparent. How could you be here with someone else when yesterday…
Yesterday you were in their arms, all afternoon. They scented you, they courted you, they looked after you. And you returned it all. How did that mean nothing to you? Were humans really that callous or so indifferent? Not you, they couldn’t believe you were that way, but the evidence staring at them as you started to walk away.
Taehyung can’t stand it, his teeth grinding hard as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you next to him, startling you with the sudden way your body jerked to his command. 
The low ferocious rumble from his chest silences you. His eyes avoided you the whole time he came to stand beside you and now they burned into yours, an unforgiving fire making them glow. Taehyung sits on the barstool next to yours, spreading his legs as he places you between them. The position is familiar, you were in a similar one earlier with the panther hybrid, but the glint in his eyes has it feeling so different. Your breathing turns so heavy you’re almost panting, his face so close to yours, all your senses are engulfed in him. Your pulse was so fast you could convince them you were a little hummingbird hybrid about to get caught in the tiger’s teeth. 
“Taehyung,” you breathe, unable to look away from him, his grip was still like iron around your wrist, his tail wrapping around your middle. It was suddenly so hot, you felt like you were on fire, and all you wanted to do was smother his lips with yours.
You’re grateful for a second that he looks away, giving you a chance to catch your breath, and resist the pull of his stare. The feeling doesn’t last long as you realise his gaze has travelled down to your attire, the disapproving hum vibrating from his throat. You chose to wear this enchanting dress for someone that wasn’t them, you consciously went through your wardrobe and chose something so flattering for a man that you barely knew. His eyes snap back to yours, the flames reigniting in them with more lethal intensity. You gulp, just to soothe your drying throat. 
Neither of you flinch at the sound of your concerned date, unable to comprehend the sight in front of him.
“Are you okay?” he says more urgently. “Hey I don’t think she wants you to hold-”
He makes the grievous mistake of trying to pry Taehyung’s grip away, the tiger turning his carnal fury on the stupid human. But before he can unleash his roar, you pull him back, fingers on his chin turning his face back to you. 
“Eric I’m really really sorry,” you apologise and meaning it. “I’m part of their pack, you’re a stranger so they’re not familiar with your scent.”
You turn to the human as you explain, as much as Taehyung would let you.
“It agitates them, because they don’t know your intentions,” you sound logical, convincing, of course you do, you believe the nonsense you’re spouting. 
Jimin said he wanted to hear the excuse you were making in that brain of yours, and here it was. If anything it aggravates them more, not just at your imperception but the fact all of this could have been avoided if Namjoon just let them confess.
“Does that make sense?” You ask, cringing at the awkwardness.  
“Yeah that does,” he sighs, glancing at the hybrids that look ready to pounce and tear him to shreds. “Don’t worry about it, we can reschedule for another time.”
You smile gratefully at him, thankful he wasn’t screaming insults at you and making you feel like shit. 
“Over my dead body,” Jungkook huffs under his breath, loud enough for you to hear.
“Thanks Eric,” you ignore the bunny’s outburst, “I’ll see you soon.”
At those words Taehyung’s tail wraps tighter around your waist, the movement not missed by the human.
With a wave he’s gone, and they finally feel like they can breathe. 
“You guys are seriously too much,” you sigh, skin still tingling from the sensation of the tiger hybrid’s touch. “He wasn’t going to kill me.”
Jimin can’t stop the higher pitched growl leaving his lips.
“You don’t know that,” he scoffs.
Their clouded heads were clearing, slowly realising the events of what just happened even though they just lived them. This was bad, their judgement was so dictated by their jealousy and possessiveness it was bordering on dangerous. 
“I think I need to go home,” you announce in a quiet voice, your own train of thoughts already taking you away from them.
“We’ll take you,” Jungkook offers, ready to rectify his mistakes.
“No I think you guys have done enough,” you frown at the floor, your harsh words hitting them with shame and heartache. 
Jungkook blinks back sudden tears, unable to handle your rejection, even if he deserved it. 
“I really don’t want to hear it tonight, please,” your eyes close, fighting back your own watering eyes, swallowing down the hurt. 
How could they do this to you? How could they not realise how you felt and not let you take this way out of it? They didn’t want you, they didn’t love you back, they weren’t allowed to behave like this and confuse you. You pull Taehyung’s clutch away from your wrist with your other hand, his tail falling limply at the grief sinking his whole soul. 
You don’t say a word as you walk away, leaving three hybrids too stunned to speak. 
Did you understand the nightmares that haunted Namjoon at night? The images of you accusing them of heinous hideous things that in the moment he believes with his whole heart. That look of hatred on your face that burns into his brain. Every time he woke up the hurt lingered into the day.
It’s a stupid defence mechanism he knows, the way he’s been behaving recently. His wolf side is angry and pissed with his human parts and the hybrid is taking it out on everyone around him, even you, even if you both hadn’t spoken since the day before yesterday.
The worst part of it was, he was holding you at a distance, his usual cure for his downcast thoughts. You were the one to pull him out when he buried himself in his overthinking and his insecurities. You always dug him out, and this time you didn’t, and he wouldn’t let you close enough to. This time you left him under the weight of his own misery and walked away with another man. His jaw clenches unconsciously, his bite so tense his teeth would break under the force.
This just proved everything he had been saying was right. You didn’t want them. They were helplessly and hopelessly in love with you to the point where they recognised you as their mate, and you didn’t return the feeling. As much as Yoongi argued that you were human so therefore you were dense to their affection, Namjoon couldn’t agree. How could you not see it when they behaved the way they did with you, only you. When else had he found his employee in the arms of his packmate asleep? When else would he allow someone outside of his pack to get as close to him as you did?
And to top it all off, every member of his pack started courting you for real the day you smelled the way you did. They were oblivious to it, or denying it themselves, but something inside of them clicked that day, and Namjoon could see the consequences in their behaviour even if they couldn’t. Why didn’t they understand it was futile, they were going to get their hearts torn out because of a human girl. Before their affection and gestures were always poised as a question, an indirect way of asking if you were interested in them. But now the boundaries were gone, they recognised you as their mate completely whether you were or not, this was everything he was trying to prevent. It was one thing to think it, now their more animalistic sides would accept nothing less but your hand in theirs. 
His tormenting thoughts come to an abrupt stop as do his steps. He was walking past the empty meeting room, on his way back to the office when he heard it. He should walk away, but he can’t bring himself to. There was no way he should know that was you, but he did. His fingers close around the handle, his thoughts in overdrive, fighting with himself about what to do. 
His instincts take over when he hears the sob, opening the door in a flash to the sound, staring incredulously at the sight of your tear stained face. You struggle to stop crying, choking on your tears as you try to control them, turning away from him. Your hand covers your mouth as you whimper, unable to hold back now the floodgates opened. You hear the door slam shut thinking he had left until you hear the lock. 
“Namjoon I-I’m fine,” you hold your tears back long enough to say it as firmly as you could, your face scrunching as the downpour continues. 
He can see your shoulders trembling, he can hear the pain in your voice. It killed him.
Someone hurt his mate, as much as he tried to stop the thought it echoed in his head loudly. His mate was hurt, his mate was crying. He was caught between wanting to tear someone’s throat apart for putting you in this state and the urge to comfort you in his arms. It physically pains him not to step towards you, to not give in to all the cells in his body that screamed at him to go to you.
He couldn’t be a hypocrite, he has repeated to the others so many times, you weren’t theirs. How many times did he preach not to cross the line? How many times did he break his own rules?
“Y/n, as your employer, as your friend,” he says as calmly as he can, “tell me what’s wrong.”
If there was ever a wrong button to press, Namjoon could find it. You let out an unbearable whine, drowning out your loud cries in both your hands. 
He takes a deep pained breath, his eyes closing as he fights so hard with himself, the wrinkles between his brows deep as caverns. He couldn’t, not after everything he said to the others, he couldn’t…
Fuck it.
His long strides close the distance quickly, his arms turning you to face him as he buries you into the safety of his chest. His arm traps you in his hold when you try to push him away, one hand in your hair trying to soothe you.
“Shhh babygirl it's fine,” his chin sits on the top of your head, his palm alternating between patting your head affectionately and stroking the strands. He’s never seen you like this, or heard just an anguished cry in his life. “I’m so sorry…”
He felt compelled to say it, hating himself for everything. 
He lets you bawl your eyes out against him, holding you firmly through every violent tremble that shakes your body. His tail wraps behind you like a second arm would in a hug, his ears twitching to every sound you make. You clutch onto his shirt like a lifeline, unable to tell him he and the others were the reason for your tears. 
It came out of nowhere, but repressed emotions have a way of finding an out. You barely made it to the empty meeting room before the tears started dropping, and you couldn’t stop. Everything that was happening between you and them overwhelmed you, you couldn’t take it anymore. You wanted to bang your fist against his chest and demand they understood what they were doing to you. You wanted to confess everything, let the dice fall wherever they had to, but you could barely breathe, how could you find your voice?
This needed to end before it destroyed you.
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btssmutgalore · a day ago
fwb with bts ♡ jin
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♡ how jin becomes your friend with benefits
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⤑ word count: 1k ⤑ pairing: jin x fem!reader ⤑ genre: non-idol!au, friends to lovers, smut ⤑ warnings: smut (cunnilingus, fingering, unprotected sex); use protection! ⤑ rating: 18+ ⤑ masterlist ‖ series masterlist ‖ updates ‖ read on AO3
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Jin is kind of embarrassed by the way he's starting to act around you. He's a grown man, but he's acting like he's back in school having his first crush. He catches you looking and has to grin before looking away, even when you're not smirking or provoking in any way.
Jin’s just not used to this��having a friend he so wants to fuck. It's hard to pinpoint exactly when he started looking at you differently, but it definitely happened.
When he invites other friends over for a meal, Jin doesn't get lost staring at their lips and imagining them wrapped around his cock. When another friend moans or groans while stretching, Jin doesn't store the sound in his spank bank so he can think about it when he gets off.
Tonight, he crosses the line—Jin stares so much you catch him in the act and wait for him to notice you looking, which happens a while later. “Something on my face?” you ask, raising your eyebrow slightly as if you're challenging him.
“I, uhm, uh, no, I just—” Jin sounds pathetic, so he clears his throat and starts over. Honesty is the best policy, right? “You just have nice lips.”
You smirk at him from across his kitchen island, the tip of your tongue wetting your lips. Usually, you get all sheepish when someone compliments you, but not tonight. “Hm... Thanks, Jin. Is that why you were staring at them for two minutes straight?”
You're challenging him, he's sure of it now, so he doesn't let fear show on his face when he responds just as cockily, “No, I was wondering if they feel as good as they look.”
For a couple of seconds, time stands still. Your eyes meet, and neither one of you wants to be the one to look away first. Jin’s face is expressionless while yours gives off amusement. “Want to try for yourself?”
It's the question that causes it all to unravel—his lips on yours, hands around your waist, slipping down to the curve of your ass to grab it, crotch pressing into your stomach. “They feel perfect,” Jin hums into the kiss right before your hand sneaks down to grab his hardening cock over his jeans. You, groping him? He might just faint.
“I have something else that feels perfect.” The little chuckle you let out tells Jin you are going there, and he'd be a fool not to respond. Clearly, the consequences of fucking a friend are the last thing on your mind, and Jin starts feeling the same way when your fingers pull down his zipper, playing with the button of his jeans.
“Your mouth?” he dares suggest, even if it could end badly for him. The next second, you're pulling his jeans and boxers down his thighs, exposing his erect cock.
“Close enough,” you respond with a giggle and get down on your knees. Before Jin knows it, you show him just how perfect your mouth is. The way you take his dick in your mouth makes him groan embarrassingly fast, hips pushing into you so his cock can fill your throat. This is not a position he thought the two of you would be in, but you are, and he loves it.
When you hum around his length, Jin pulls you away by grabbing your hair, hoping he's not being too rough. Through a hiss, he warns you, “I'll blow if you keep going.”
“You're acting as if we don't have all night,” you deadpan, getting up on your feet and getting the dress off your body so calmly, as if it’s a thing that’s happened a million times before tonight. “If we're crossing the line, we might as well go all in.”
Minutes later, Jin finds out you weren't lying at all—your cunt feels perfect too, wet and warm against his tongue. He has to get you ready to ensure you can take his cock in one go because there's no way he's taking it slow with you or making love to you.
Jin is crazy about you, sure, but the way you're acting tonight—so unlike the prim and proper friend he's used to—just makes him want to bend you over the first surface he sees and give you what you so clearly want. So, he decides to stretch you out with fingers first so you’re ready to take all of him.
“Please, Jin,” you plead, fingers tugging at his hair as he fingers you, mouth attached to your clit, eyes inspecting your face. Jin’s not sure he's ever getting to experience this with you again, so he wants to make the best out of it. After all, you're not the type to fuck your friends, so he's uncertain if you'll make him an exception again—one time seems more than generous to someone who's been getting off to the thought of you for months now.
“You'll get it, don't worry.” Jin allows himself to be cocky because he knows it won't last—he'll be done for as soon as he slips inside of you. “I'm right here.”
Seeing as this might be a once-in-a-lifetime thing, he makes you come twice before even fucking you, basking in how wet he got you using just his mouth and fingers. After you come down from your second high, you whine loudly. “Fuck, Jin, just put it in already, I can't take this anymore!”
When the condom is on and nothing is stopping you two, Jin pushes his cock inside of you, holding it by its base and then pushing all the way in, enjoying how you wrap around him fully—your wet walls pull him in just as much as your limbs that wrap around his hips and shoulders. “This feels perfect too,” he whispers against your neck.
Your friendship is the last thing on his mind when you give him permission to take the condom off and come all over your stomach and tits. Stupidly, Jin collapses on top of you right after, pressing kiss after kiss on your lips and cheeks, tongue slipping inside of your mouth—he just can't get enough.
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dreamypjm · 21 hours ago
"Inspire me, baby" — Min Yoongi | One Shot
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Pairing — Yoongi x F! Reader
Genre — Idol AU, Producer/Rapper Yoongi, Smut, Fluff, Pwp (with a little plot but not really), sub reader & dom Yoongi, a little humour, adoring, intense loving, some aftercare
Age rating — 18+
Word Count — 5.1k
Summary: Casually (or not so casually..) checking on your producer boyfriend, who's been working all day, escalates a little after he told you about his current lack of inspiration.
Warnings: swearing, unprotected sex (kinda imposed but with indirect consents as it's been badly craved for a while), domintating, obey & follow the instructions, a little overstimulation, controlling the climax, teasing, making fun of you but in a humoured loving way, kinda blackmailing but with loving intensions
Another Disclaimer: Since english isn't my first language, it's possible it contains grammar and any other kind of mistakes. I apologise in advance!
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You're standing infront Yoongi's studio with your phone in one of your hands and stare at the locked door. He once told you the code but also said you shouldn't disturb him producing new tapes and only use it in case of "emergencies".
Well, this is an emergency you think to yourself and tap the code into the door lock. You hear a quick clack, slowly open the door to the studio and peek through the door gap before stepping inside. It's silent and you wonder what Yoongi would be doing right now. Finally, you slide the door wide enough open to step inside the room.
Y/N: "Babe, you haven't left the studio in hours"
You softly close the door behind yourself and walk across the room towards Yoongi's desk before you realize he's not here. You sit down on his super comfortable chair and put your phone on the desk. You start to lean back and forth in his chair a few times, impatiently waiting for him to get back here.
Y/N: "He must be in the bathroom" you mumble to yourself and rotate the chair in circles a few times until you stop and stare at the computer screen. You don't know a lot about those things but to you it seems like Yoongi barely got anything done today.
You take a closer look at the screen trying to figure out what he's been working on.
YG: "What are you doing there?"
You turn around to see Yoongi right infront of you, freshly out of the shower with his lower body wrapped in a towel.
"Oh", you say in a suprised tone as your eyes wander up his body, over his lightly defined abs towards his face. His hair is dripping a little on his shoulder.
 "I didn't know you had a shower down here", you say amused.
YG: "Babe"
He walks towards you and when he reached you, slides his hands over your cheek. He grabs your chin, tilts your head a little up and leans down to place a tender kiss on your lips.
YG: "Get off that chair", he laughs and you obey. He lets himself fall into it with a sigh.
Standing beside him, you softly run your fingers through his wet hair.
Y/N: "What's wrong?"
YG: "I don't know"
He looks at you and his expression quickly changes from exhausted to a slight smirk.
YG: "Didn't I tell you to only come down my studio in case of emergencies?"
Y/N: "Well yeah.."
You blush a little and avoid his gaze.
Y/N: "I though it kind of is an emergency..", you scratch your neck.
Y/N: "And also, I've been feeling a little lonely up there since you haven't left your studio in hours"
YG: "Mhm.."
He squinches his eyes and watches you carefully.
"I might need a little inspiration..", he says in a deep, low voice while still looking at you as if you were a criminal.
YG: "Look at this"
He points at the screen of his computer. You step infront of him and take another look at the screen.
Y/N: "So? I can't see anything"
YG: "Exactly"
He suddenly grabs your hips and pulls you backwards onto his lap. He warps his left arm around your waiste and gently places his chin on your shoulder.
YG: "I kinda have a block today. I took a quick shower to clear my mind but it didn't really help"
He sighs while his right hand on the computer mouse clicks through some apps.
Y/N: "Can I help you somehow?"
You place your hand on top if his, slide your fingers between his and then take it off the mouse. At the same time you lean your head back onto his shoulder. Yoongi turns his head a little and you feel his warm breath on your neck.
"Yeah..", he whispers and kisses your neck. His soft lips on your skin cause goosebumps over your whole body.  Right from the beginning, he didn't seem to be mad about you entering his studio without an emergency. On the contrary, he seems to be glad you're here.
"Turn around..", he whispers.
You obey, get off his lap just to turn around and sit back down on the towel on his lap. He then grabs your head and starts kissing you passionately. You run your hand over the naked skin of his upper body. After a little while of making out, you break the kiss, lick your lips and look at him a little insecure.
Y/N: "Does anyone else know the code to your studio?"
Yoongi smirks.
YG: "Are you scared of getting caught and being accused distracting me from work?"
Y/N: "Mhm.. I just wanna make sure the two of us won't get disturbed while you're finding new inspiration.."
YG: "Don't worry"
He pulls you back in and kisses you again. His kisses now slowly wander sideways down your face to your neck. He presses his lips against your skin.
"You're the only one", he mumbles and continues kissing your neck.
A relieved smile forms on your lips while you kiss him back. Yoongi wraps his arms around your body and slides his hand under the shirt on your back to open your bra a second later. You quickly slip your arms out of the straps and let the bra fall out of your shirt, down to to the floor. Yoongi looks down. "Interesting.." he says in a flirty tone as he sees your red lace bra lying on the dark floor tiles.
YG: "You planned this, didn't you?"
You smirk and slowly slide your hand down his body, over the naked skin.
Y/N: "The text you've send me earlier gave me a strong feeling you needed this today"
Yoongi quickly looks away and laughs.
"What do you mean?", he asks innocently.
You raise your eyebrows, grab his chin with your free hand and turn his head towards you. A little while ago before you got down here, Yoongi had sent you a text message saying that work.. or something else.. is extra hard today.
"IT.. is extra hard today.." you imitate Yoongi's text in a sarcastic tone.
"I've been talking about work", he tries to suppress a mischievous smile.
"Sure", you say and get off his lap.
"Babe?", he looks at you confused with raised eyebrows as you stand infront of him.
YG: "Wait, I didn't mean -"
He abruptly stops as you open your jeans and slip out of them without a warning.
Y/N: "Alright"
You look at Yoongi who's staring at you suprised with his mouth slightly open. Just a few seconds later, his facial expression radically changes to a playful smile and his gaze wanders down your shirt to your red panties that are matching your bra that's laying on the floor.
YG: "Damn, babe"
He leans forward, grabs your butt with his veiny hands and pulls you back onto his lap. His hands slide into your shirt and wander up your stomach to your chest. He strokes over both your nipples before he softly grabs your boobs and starts kneading them. A slight moan escapes your mouth as you enjoy his touch. He suddenly grabs the hem of your shirt and you immediately lift your hands so that he can pull it over your head and arms. He aggressively throws it into the room and burries his face into your breasts.
"I love them so much..", he whispers against your chest. One of your hands grabs his neck while the other one leans on the chair armrest and you slowly start grinding your hips on his lap. Yoongi lets a low moan out, breathing against your skin.
YG: "Keep going"
He takes his face off your body and looks deep into your eyes as you start grinding a little harder on his body. Feeling his thing getting hard and pressing against your panties through the towel, you start placing kisses on all over Yoongi's neck.
"You know exactly what I like", he exhales contently.
YG: "And I know what you like"
His hands let go off your boobs and slide into your panties, one in the back and the other one in the front. He grabs your butt while the fingers of his other hand glide into your cleft and he starts rubbing your clit with his index- and middle finger. They intensively go in circles, again and again until you start breathing faster, let go of his neck and lean your hand against the chair's back. You softly bite Yoongi's shoulder as his fingers starts moving faster and you let out a few louder moans.
YG: "Yeah, moan for me.."
His hard thing under the towel starts twitching a little. Yoongi pulls his hands out of your slip, grabs your waiste and lifts your body up.
YG: "Take those panties off"
You do like he says, strip them down and quickly slip out. Before he lets you down on his lap again, you pull the towel off his body and look down at his errection that literally leaps out at you as soon as it had the chance to. Yoongi searches for your gaze and as soon as you look back at him, he smirks and gently lets you down on his hard thing. You moan out loudly as he penetrates deep inside you and seems to feel extra pleasuring today. For a little moment, you hold in and take a deep breath as a thought crosses your mind.
Y/N: "Babe.. the condom -"
YG: "It's alright, isn't it a safe day today?"
Yoongi seems to know exactly about your cycle. Of course he does, he's always keeping track of that incase of something going wrong, such as a torn condom and stuff. It's not like he strictly doesn't wanna start a family with you someday but it's just not yet the right timing since his work doesn't allow it yet.
Y/N: "You're right but.."
To be honest, you and Yoongi never had unprotected sex before even tho the both of you have been craving it for a long time. But Yoongi always insisted wearing a condom since you're not on birth control pills. In fact, you totally understand that. And besides the fact that he would never make you take any hormone changing pills, you would never force him going all unprotected. The more suprised you are now, that he suddenly goes for it without any warning. But well, you wouldn't complain.
"It's okay, let me feel you.." he whispers. You slightly nod and let yourself sink more down on his lap, letting out a savoring moan as it pushes him deeper inside of you.
YG: "Oh fuck"
He sharply breaths in and throws his head back against the chair.
YG: "It feels so much better like this.."
Your body gently starts moving on him as you grind your hips back and forth. Yoongi looks up at you, smiles in errection and straightens his position up. He then pulls you closer to his body and looks deep into your eyes while you keep riding him softly.
"It feels even better than I thought", he groans before he starts thrusting his hard thing into you. Both your breaths start getting faster and the both of you moan out in passion. You lean in an start kissing him roughly while he increases the pace of his hips. Pounding even deeper and faster into you with every minute that passes, you lean yourself back into his arms and your boobs bounce up and down right at his face.
"Just like that..", he says under strained breathing. The chair under your bodies starts squeaking through the extreme pressure of bouncing up and down.
YG: "The studio luckily is super soundproof"
The both of you laugh a little in heavy breathing. You lean forward to Yoongi and starts sucking the skin on his neck.
"Mark me like I'm yours.." he moans and so do you. You leave a few dark hickeys on his skin what turns him even more on. The longer you keep riding him like that, the louder the squeak of the chair gets. Yoongi suddenly slows the pace down, grabs your waist and lifts you off his lap onto the desk behind you. He strokes his hard cock up and down your labia to tease you while you bite your lip and wait for him to slide it back into you. He keeps doing that until you get impatient.
"Stop teasing me", you sigh.
Yoongi smirks but you grab his buttcheeks and pull him closer.
Y/N: "Give me all your hard work until I spill the inspiration.."
Yoongi widens his eyes astonished before he suddenly pushes his fingers into you. You moan out suprised since you didn't notice his hand down there until now.
"I can feel how bad you want me", he says as he moves his fingers in your wet pussy. He pulls them out and quickly pushes them right back into you, again and again, faster and faster, until you almsot can't hold it anymore.
"Yoongi- ", you moan his name and burry your head against his chest.
Y/N: "Slow down, slow down - "
Out of breath, you lean back onto the desk as he finally pulls his fingers out of you.
Without either one of you noticing, your elbow accidentally got on the keypad of his computer on pushes some of it's keys.
YG: "We're not done, baby"
He spreads your legs and steps between them. Then he reaches for a button under his desk and pushes it what makes the desk start to slowly go down.
YG: "It's really nice to have an automatically adjustable desk.. You can get up while working, move the desk up and continue doing ,whatever, while standing for a bit. That's good for your back."
The desk keeps going down while you look a bit surprised at Yoongi who's fully focused on that. Astonished about Yoongi who's even while making love still the technique nerd he always was, when it's about studio equipment, you giggle a little.
You love that about him.
YG: "In our case.. however, let's continue to lower it..."
While you patiently wait for him to find the right position, you adore his body that's slowly being revealed infront of your eyes by the desk, the more it goes down. It's like a presentation of a product and you're waiting for his "product" to be finally shown.
He lets it down a little lower until you're in the perfect position right infront of him to simply slide his lenght, that's now reaching over the edge, into you. He moves closer to you, presses his body against yours and starts kissing you passionately.
You softly grab his hard thing that's pressing against your lower belly and stroke it up and down a few times before you gently push it down and rub it against your clit. Yoongi moans while you're still kissing. His breath heavily blows out of his nose as you keep rubbing it down there and pleasure yourself with it. He takes his lips off yours, quickly slides the keyboard behind you aside and pushes you down on his desk. You grab the edge of the table with both hands and hold on tight, ready to have Yoongi thrust his cock deep into you. He leans onto the desk with his left arm while the other hand goes down on you, grabs his cock and a moment later pushes it into you while letting out a highly agitated moan.
"Oh my gosh, baby", he leans down to you and whispers into your ear.
YG: "You're so wet and I love to feel it"
Before you're able to say anything, he starts moving and thrusts deeper into you what makes you moan out in passion. His hip is getting faster with every breath, roughly moving back and forth. You start moaning louder and so does he, until you press your lips together and hold yourself a little back.
YG: "Don't"
Yoongi groans into your ear.
"Don't hold it back, baby.. moan as loud as you can. This studio is safe", he whispers in a shaky voice of excitement. His hands slide down your naked skin to your thighs and pull them up. You give into to it and wrap your legs around his body.
As he keeps roughly pounding into you, a strand of his dark brown hair falls into his face and tickles your nose. It's still wet and starts dripping on your face. You take one hand off the table and stroke his hair back when suddenly your body slides to the back, due to Yoongi's power.
YG: "Hey, where do you think you're going?"
He laughs, grabs your hips and pulls you back forward right on the edge of the table, which makes it possible for him to go deeper on you again. He straightens himself up, puts his hands on your waiste and holds tightly onto it as he starts taking out even further with his hip to thrust into you even harder. Everytime he pushes into you, he also pulls you towards his body with his grip on your waiste so that he hits just the perfect spot inside of you. Your body arches itself up in errection and you moan out really loud. Yoongi starts sweating like hell while he keeps going like that. The sweat runs down his face and body before he suddenly slows down and pulls you up to sit. He lays his arms on your shoulders and breaths heavily as he smiles at you.
YG: "Damn, I'm getting so close already"
He laughs and let's his head down on your shoulder aswell. He holds in like that, not moving for like a minute, just breathing deeply to calm his body a little down.
"Me too", you giggle and breath as if you've been running a marathon. He places a soft kiss on your shoulder and lifts his head.
YG: "I'll be able to create a masterpiece after we're done"
You both laugh and he gently starts moving his hips again. He keeps the pace down for now and kisses you in such a passionate way, that you feel like levitating until his tongue starts getting involved the kisses. You let out a low sigh in memory of what his tongue was able to do to you whenever he went down on you. Well, dating a rapper had it's benefits.
YG: "What are you thinking about?"
He stopped moving as he notices your thoughts drifting away since you unconsciously stopped kissing him back. You feel caught, turn away to avoid his glance and blush slightly. Yoongi squinches his eyes and smirks as he saw you blushing over his questions.
YG: "Babe"
He grabs your chin and turns your face back to him. You look at him sheepishly.
YG: "I think I know what it is"
He provokingly licks his lips while you're eyes carefully follow his tongue.
"You're tongue..", you mumble a little embarrassed.
YG: "Oh you mean.."
He smirks and disappears out of your sight as he starts licking your neck. He runs his tongue over your skin, downwards your body. You take a deep, sharp breath when his tongue reached your belly. Out of sudden, he stops, pulls you close to his body and lifts you up. Out of reflex, you immediately wrap your legs around his waiste.
"What're you doing?" you ask a little confused. He doesn't respond but suddenly walks across the room with you in his arms. He steps towards the black leather sofa that's standing on the other side of the studio and gently lays you down on it.
His hands clenched into fists, he props himself up on the leather as he leans over you.
"Giving you what you crave so badly", Yoongi whispers and disappears above you. The next thing you feel is his tongue on your belly slowly sliding down until it gets between your legs.
Y/N: "Yoongi.. "
You put your hand on his head, run your fingers through his still a little wet hair and let out a sigh of enjoyment as he starts licking you down there. He starts off gently and slow, sucks a little here and there and licks gently over your clit. You let a few deep breaths out of your nose, trying not to freak out yet while he didn't even start to put much effort into it. You try your best to hold back but you just can't resist it since he's so good with his tongue. You start moaning but a little self-conscious.
He chuckles amused, seeing you try so hard not to give in and continues going soft and slow to tease you a bit longer.
"You're so mean..", you groan, look down on him and pull his hair to make him look up to you. When he returns your gaze, he laughs and nods slightly before he continues what he started. He grabs your thighs, spreads them a little more and starts going faster.
Yoongi could move his tongue faster than anyone else you've ever known. And if he wanted to, he could take you to heaven just by using his tongue technology.
He finally understood the assignment and kept going faster and faster while your body arches itself up and down. He tightly holds on to your thighs as you're body is starting to get out of control.
"Wait-", you moan heavily but Yoongi keeps going.
Y/N: "BABE - "
Right before you were about to literally explode, he emerges his face out of your legs, quickly slides his body onto yours and pushes his still hard thing into you again. It seems like hearing and seeing you like this turned him on even more.
A loud, lustful moan escapes him as he shoves it deeper into you. He let's his whole body sink onto yours and gets so close to your face, that his lips softly touch yours. He then slides his arms under your arms along your back, places his hands directly under head and grabs it, so that he's completely holding you now.
His body tightly pressed on yours, he starts grinding his hips onto you, back and forth, thrusting faster but softer into you than he did before. You wrap your arms all around his body and grab his head aswell. Holding on to eachother so close with your lips and noses touching, you look intense into his brown cateye shaped orbs that are deeply craving and adoring you.
As he keeps thrusting into you with such a passion, you close your eyes for a moment and groan.
"Please don't stop looking at me", Yoongi whispers in heavy moaning. You immediately obey and open your eyes just to see him smile relieved and still look into your eyes with such a deep glance.
YG: "..even if you feel like floating away.. keep looking at me, please. Don't take your gaze of me. I wanna see it in your eyes when I take you there"
He pulls one of his arms out under your body and the next thing you feel is that he intensively starts rubbing your clit while bouncing his lenght into your cunt faster and faster. His fingers down there match their pace perfectly to his hips. Your moans start getting louder and more ragged with ever thrust until you can't hold it anymore and your body starts shaking underneath him. You do your best not to let your eyes fall back but to keep looking him in the eye as the tension in your body increases. The sound of him slipping in and out of you gets more slippery the wetter and closer you get.
"Inspire me, baby", Yoongi moans in a highly agitated tone as he increases his pace until he can't go faster.
When you finally give into it, your eyeballs slightly roll back and you loudly moan his name as you cum on his thickness. He keeps thrusting deep into you and his lenght starts wildy twitching inside of you.
"Fuck", he groans and watches you closely arching your back up the couch, moaning in such huge pleasure that the combination of you moaning so contentedly and cumming all over his cock, almost leads himself to a climax. Yoongi tries to hold everything inside while his breath becomes extremly ragged. He doesn't slow down at all what makes you immediatly build up tension again right after you just had one of the best orgasm you've ever felt. You start to purposely squeez your cunt to tease Yoongi and get him close to cumming inside of you.
"Fuck, baby", he moans so loud it almost sounds like a beg to stop.
"I want you to cum so hard like you never did before", you whisper into his ear with a low moan.
"I want you to cum right inside of me and fill me up", you go on in a ragged moaning voice.
"Oh damn, baby" he moans in a tone like he couldn't believe your words.
YG: "Are you sure?"
You nod and continue teasing him by squeezing your pussy more and less around his cock. "You feel so fucking good" he moans at you out of breath.
Yoongi keeps slipping his thing in and out so intense, that you feel like your next climax had to be right there any moment.
"Fuck babe, I'm so close again" you say as you scrape your fingers down his back and grip his butt while Yoongi heavily moans his soul out in a deep agitated tone.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Yoongi", you yell as he keeps hitting just the perfect spot inside of you. He seems to be way too close aswell to respond. Both of your moans get escalating loud and ragged as you still look at each other. Yoongi never took his glance off your eyes at any time since he's been laying on top of you. He desperately sighs your name as he couldn't hold it back anymore and finally cums right inside of you, in the highest pleasure he's ever felt. You pop off aswell as you feel him filling you up and the two of you cum together full of passion. Going through another intense orgasm under Yoongi's gaze, your legs shake so hard that he grips your thighs and holds on to them to calm them down. Trying to calm your pulse after two so fucking good highs, you close your eyes and take a few deep breaths. "Wow", Yoongi sighs extremly satisfied and burries his face into your shoulder.
You turn your head aside and stare into the studio while you're trying to process everything that just happened. But Yoongi still hasn't fully stopped moving inside of you what suddenly causes a few aftershocks intensly rolling through you.
"Oh damn", you jerky moan into the room as your body arches off the couch in torture and pleasure at the same time.
Yoongi laughs mischievously and pushes his cock a few more times deep into your soaked pussy before he lifts his hip and gently pulls it out.
He lets himself sink back onto your body and places his head next to yours on your shoulder. Still totally out of breath, you wrap your arms tight around Yoongi's body, who's nestled all up on you. You suddenly start to giggle as you remember you kind of distracted him from work.
Y/N: "Shouldn't you use the inspiration I just gave you to produce something?"
YG: "Hold me just a little longer, please" he mumbles and closes his eyes.
You chuckle. The next few minutes go by without either one of you saying a word until you raise your voice again.
"Did you really just fuck me like that?" you laugh in disbelief as you realize this had to be the best sex you've ever had.
Leaning his arms on the leather, he pushes himself up and looks down on you.
"I did", he smirks and jumps off the sofa.
He grabs a pack of tissues and your clothes and softly throws it at you with a satisfied chuckle before walks out of your sight into the bathroom to also slip back into his clothes.
You grab a tissue, carefully wipe off his cum that's dripping out of you down there and put your clothes on. You then lay back down on the couch, totally exhausted. Yoongi steps back into the room, fully clothed and lets out an amused laughter when he sees you laying there as if you've been going through the hardest sport exercises someone could ever make up. He then takes a pillow and a light blanket out of a closet and walks back to you.
He gently lifts your head, puts the pillow under it and then spreads the blanket over you to cover you up. Before he turns around, he places a soft kiss on your forehead.
"Is it okay if I stay here a little longer?", you yawn.
YG: "Stay as long as you want, babe. Take a rest" he smiles and takes a seat at his desk. He puts on some of his super stylish headphones and gets back to work. You peacefully close your eyes and snuggle up into the blanket.
A little while into listening to the sound of mouse clicks and keyboard tapping, you're about to fall asleep when Yoongi suddenly bursts out in laughter.
YG: "What the hell?"
You squint your eyes in confusion and also a little annoyed since you almost fell asleep.
"BABE", he yells in a weird laughter. You refuse to open your eyes but respond with a low "mhm?"
YG: "I guess I have my next hit here..".
He can't stop laughing, plugs his headphones off the computer and starts playing an audio through the studio speakers. A few seconds later, you suddenly tear your eyes open and hardly believe your ears as you recognise the sound of it.
"OH MY GOSH, DELETE THAT" you scream embarrassed as you blush until your face looks like a ripe tomato.
"You could've told me that you wanted to record such kind of tape", he smirks.
It seems like you accidentally pushed the recording button on the keypad while Yoongi and you we're wildly humping on his desk.
"I would've changed something in the setup first", he continues teasing you, "but it still has a very clear sound, no chance I'll just throw this away", he turns around and mischievously grins at you.
You pull the blanket all over your head in embarrassment as the sound of both your loud moans keep blowing through the speakers.
YG: "I'll keep this masterpiece until we created an even better one, hah.."
The next thing you hear is his dirty lustful laugh and a few mouse clicks.
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Author's note:
Hope you liked it! If you did, please leave a like, follow & reblog to help me reach more potential readers! ♡
Feel free to also leave any thoughts on it in the comments! I'd love to receive some feedback since this was only the second time I ever wrote smut but I kinda start to like writing those things and will probably do more soon!
Thank you for reading!!
- Ami Xx
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sugakookitty · 2 days ago
perfect moments || jjk ft. myg
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⇢ title: perfect moments ⇢ pairing: boyfriend!jungkook x female reader x yoongi ⇢ genre: smut ⇢ summary: Your birthday isn’t over yet; why end the party so soon? ⇢ rating: 18+ ⇢ word count: 1.7k ⇢ warnings: threesomes | unprotected sex | deep throating | face fucking | impact play | double penetration | potty mouth Yoongi back at it again | dom!yoongi | dom!jungkook | switch!reader | facial cum shot | dirty talk | degradation | name calling | breath play | gagging | choking | riding | mutual masturbation | naughty pictures(ooh wow) | hair pulling | nipple/breast play | slight edging | begging | oral sex(male receiving) | clit stimulation | cum play/eating | aftercare | i think that’s it. ⇢ a/n: this story was written for the lovely @yoon2k​​ ‘s birthday. it’s a repost from my old blog so some of you are already familiar. i’ve changed nothing lol. big shout out to @kithtaehyung​​ and Sophie who helped me with plotting and stuff. Sequel to @kookskingdom​​ ‘s Perfect Men but can be read alone...highly recommend you read part one first though.
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“Jungkook, is your girlfriend always this horny?”
The other men have departed and gone into their rooms, leaving you, Yoongi, and your boyfriend Jungkook alone in the living room. It didn’t take long for all hell to break loose; neither of you could wait to fuck each other’s brains out.
“Shut the fuck up–ahh!” Your backtalk is interrupted by a slap to your left tit, a reminder that you may be on top, but Yoongi is the driver of this ride.
Waking up this morning, it never crossed your mind that you’ll be on your boyfriend’s couch bouncing wildly on his best friend’s dick. You didn’t expect anything of this to happen, honestly.
However, here you are, being filled with another man’s cock while your boyfriend orchestrates the entire thing.
“What can I say?” Jungkook shrugs casually, “I do love a greedy whore.”
Your boyfriend grabs your hair and turns your head in his direction. If you had known you would be met with a big fat cock you would have prepared yourself mentally. His dick is already aligned with your mouth, while he sports an expecting look on his face.
You should be embarrassed how quickly your mouth opens to take him in, but due to the irresistible urge to have him invading your taste buds, you’ll have to say goodbye to your morals.
“Slow down, slut. Let me fix your lipstick.” He rubs the tip over your lips, smearing his precum everywhere he touches. Jungkook’s sticky arousal ends up all over your face due to the constant moving as you ride his best friend’s dick.
Suddenly, Yoongi leans forward and takes one of your nipples between his lips. Your mouth falls open when he suckles and nibbles the bud gently, teasing but not giving you exactly what you want.
Jungkook steals the opportunity and slides into your mouth in one long stroke; luckily, you’ve done this countless times, and you quickly relax your throat to accommodate his size. Yoongi makes you moan when he starts to suck your sensitive nipple harshly while rolling the other between his fingers.
The vibrations travel right up your boyfriend’s cock, and he curses loudly, earning a chuckle from the mischievous man beneath you.
“Dude, what the fuck was that?! I almost came down her throat.” Jungkook has no other choice but to move or risk blowing his load in the warmth of your mouth.
“Rookie,” Yoongi mumbles against your areola.
Your movements stutter when Jungkook thrusts into you suddenly. Yoongi has to grip your hips to keep the rhythm.
“I’ll show you who’s a fucking rookie.” Jungkook grabs the back of your head and begins fucking your mouth like he’s running a marathon.
Your jaw loosens so he can slide in and out smoothly, and the sound of you gagging fills the room every time he hits the back of your throat. Yoongi has taken over and is now fucking you from below, his balls slapping your ass repeatedly, creating even more lewd noises in the dark living room.
“Fuck! Oh, she does like getting her throat fucked raw. She’s gotten so damn tight!” Yoongi grunts as he continues to plow into you.
You feel like you’re on the highest cloud in the sky right now. You’ve had two hot men fuck you senselessly already, and just when you thought the night was over, your boyfriend and his roommate take you for another ride.
While Yoongi continues to attack your breast, Jungkook is burying his dick in you, cutting off your air until you’re patting his thigh to let him know you need to breathe. You’ve played this game before, and he knows it’s your favorite—which is why you came up with the ‘three taps’ rule.
You’re so drunk on cock that you don’t even realize how roughly you’ve started grinding on Yoongi, making him cease his movements so he can lie back and watch in awe.
“She’s so sexy, man.”
Yoongi’s comment makes you side-eye him briefly before turning your attention back to your boyfriend, who’s patiently waiting for you to look him in the eyes. You can’t help but feel like the luckiest woman on the planet to have a boyfriend like him who’ll do anything to see you happy. You’re glad that he’s enjoying himself too.
“Tell me about it,” he whispers, watching you suck him in.
Your left hand grabs Yoongi’s shoulder to balance yourself so you can fuck and suck like a pro. All three of you begin moaning, and pride fills your chest, knowing you’re milking two cocks at once.
“Careful, baby. I’m not trying to come before you do.” Jungkook’s voice oozes with lust.
“Yeah, same here, but the slut is pushing it,” Yoongi adds.
The derogatory term seems to change the mood quickly, something inside of you snaps, and your body starts to move on its own. Yoongi curses loudly when you start bouncing on his cock again, surely waking any unfortunate soul that rests their heads near these walls.
Your boyfriend has to lean and hold onto the couch because his strong legs began to wobble. He’s weak from the warm and wet feeling of your mouth squeezing his cock.
“Damn, baby. Do you have to look at me like that?” Jungkook wants to look away, but you know he can never tear his focus from the innocence in your eyes while you’re doing such an obscene act.
“Mmhm,” You moan around his dick, and he quickly grabs your hair and withdraws. Your mouth forms a pout, causing Jungkook to laugh breathlessly.
“I know what you’re doing, but I have other plans, birthday girl. Get her on the floor, Yoongi.”
Your boyfriend’s roommate hastily scoops you up with his dick still inside of you. He lies you on your back and starts fucking you again without missing a beat.
“Fuck, shit!”
The new position has you crying out in pleasure as Yoongi’s cock travels deeper into your heat. Jungkook stands over you, pumping his dick and watching his best friend wreck you like it’s his favorite show.
“You’ve got a filthy fucking mouth. You know that, slut?” Yoongi wraps his hand around your throat, making you look at him instead.
“You haven’t seen the half,” you tell him.
“Show me, then.”
You hear Jungkook’s soft grunts above you, and you know he’s about to reach his release. By the look on Yoongi’s face, he, too, is near his orgasm.
“Come on my face. Both of you.”
The two men share a look, and Jungkook gives Yoongi the okay with a simple nod. Your boyfriend knows how dirty you can get, so he isn’t surprised. Yoongi pulls out and settles on the opposite side of Jungkook, then begins jerking his dick at a rapid speed.
Your fingers find your clit as you watch both men get themselves off at the sight of your naked body. It fuels your ego, makes you feel like a goddess that they’re worshiping even though the act is beyond degrading.
The coil begins to tighten, and you beg them to come with you because you can no longer hold off the intense pleasure.
“Come for me. Please.” Your orgasm hits as the last word leaves your lips.
Your vision whitens, and your back arches off the floor. All sounds have been drowned out by the ringing in your ears, and the only thing that snaps you back into reality is the warm sticky splats of cum hitting your face.
Your eyes remain closed until the last drop is squirted out, but you can still hear both Yoongi and Jungkook’s moans as they ride out their highs.
You can make out the sound of them shuffling, and once you open your eyes you find both laying on either side of you. Jungkook smiles when you turn to him, like he always does after you’re done fucking each other’s brains out.
Yoongi clears his throat, and you’re then reminded of his presence.
“I’m still waiting for you to show me how filthy your mouth is, darling.”
You look him right in the eyes as you take your finger and gather both men’s sticky seed then pop them in your mouth. Your eyes close while you hum around your digits, letting them know how good they taste.
When you open your eyes, Yoongi is looking at Jungkook with his mouth open and his eyes wide. You can’t help but giggle at this reaction, knowing Jungkook has seen this a thousand times.
“I guess we know who the real rookie is. Don’t we, babe?” You look at your boyfriend, who’s searching for something under the small living room table.
“Yeah, Yoongi. I told you my girl can get dirty,” he tells his friend. “Are you ready to capture some memories?”
Jungkook’s camera comes into view, and a smile spreads on your face. This is another piece that binds you to each other; your love for erotic and post orgasmic photos. You have hundreds of these. Some of just the two of you and some when you invite a nice girl home, but none like this.
“Only if Yoongi wants to.” You bat your lashes at your boyfriend’s roommate, and he smirks in response.
“Fuck it. Let’s do it before I change my mind.”
All three of you snuggle close so Jungkook can get everyone in the frame. He snaps a few photos then you all review them and select which ones you like the most.
While Jungkook is busy cleaning the cum off your face before it dries, Yoongi goes to the kitchen to grab you some water.
“You know it was bold of you to call me a rookie,” he mentions, entering the room again. He hands you your water, and starts heading towards his room. “I’d have you both trembling like virgins if I had my way.”
Jungkook looks at you with a raised eyebrow, and before he can open his mouth, you chime in.
“And what is that supposed to mean?”
You lie on Jungkook’s lap, sipping your water as you watch Yoongi’s naked perky ass retreat down the hall. He opens his door, and looks back at you both before he enters.
“I don’t know,” he shrugs. “Maybe you should come in here and find out.”
You and your boyfriend share a look as soon as Yoongi’s door shuts and neither of you expect the other to say what comes out of your mouths.
“Can we?”
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jimilter · 2 days ago
holding you like this (m) | k.th. | one-shot
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Taehyung didn't anticipate seeing you tonight, least of all with a date by your side, but he guesses it'll be okay because it has been over five years since he last saw you and he has moved on. But the air is far from cleared between you both. So when confrontations start to happen, all of the pain from his past he thought he had overcome makes itself known, unwelcome.
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pairing: taehyung x reader rating: m (18+) genre: angst, smut, humor, estranged lovers!au, club owner!taehyung, journalist!reader warnings: swearing + misunderstandings + insecurity + angsty confrontations + heartbreak + allusions to infidelity + fainting due to stress + semi-public sex + explicit sexual situations (breast play, fingering, oral (m), penetrative sex, rough sex, dirty talk, degradation) <3 word count: 18 k
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↣ for Resolution Revolution, an ny22 collab i co-hosted with my love, @knjsnoona​​​​​​​! <3
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note: this fic was meant to be a light-hearted one to contrast the sad trope i was assigned for the fest, and was to be posted in january –  but then it underwent a world of changes (name and genre) and is now a gut-wrenching mess, being delivered five months late. i am so sorry. :| 
the biggest thank you goes to my precious soybean @missgeniality​​​ for being my life support when i felt lost and had so many doubts abt this fic, and then also betaing it for me later, like a fairy godmother. this literally would not be here without you!!! ily 😭 also, thank you to my naifey bby @opaljm​​​ for naming the fic outta the payphone lyrics in, like, 5 seconds!!! ily <333
PS. the past scenes are in italics and written in past tense, but seamlessly blend (without a divider) into the fic’s present narrative, only differentiated by the present tense and non-italicised text, so pay attention to that!
i hope y'all masochists like the way this hurts~ 💜
dedicated ⇝ to ridzietta @taegularities​​​ <3 was supposed to be your late b'day present in jan, but guess now it's just an attempted payback for my broken kidneys. i love you, baby (:
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"You've got to be kidding me…"
Kim Taehyung peers over the balustrade of the ballroom – past the black and white balloons, lights, streamers and huge chandeliers that cast red and white shadows over the entire hall – with a disappointed frown.
"What?" asks the girl with the letter pad in her hands. "What is it, Mister Kim?"
An accusatory finger shoots up in the air, arm propped parallel to his shoulder as he points at the pair that just entered the hall.
"What guest list is she on?"
The party planner's wide eyes take in the object of his ire, squinting to get a better look, before she quickly turns back to her tab and makes a few successive clicks. 
"Oh! She – she isn't on one, but—"
"Ha! Knew it! Why would she even—"
"—she's actually someone's plus one, Mister Kim."
Wait, what?
His scowl dissolves into an expression of shock, mouth forming an 'o' as he gawks at the party planner. "Who – whose plus one?"
The girl makes some more clicks and nods. "One of Mister Park's guests."
Of fucking course it'd be his own best friend stirring up a storm in his life. Taehyung should've strangled the idiot when they were ten – when Jimin didn't have so many muscles to one up him.
The girl next to him suddenly puts a finger to her comms, speaking discreetly, before turning to him with a guilty smile. "I have to take care of something, sir. But please, feel free to call me anytime if there's a problem."
Taehyung gives her a dismissive nod, eyes still stuck to the figure in the red gown floating through the crowd with an arm holding onto a man. He wills himself to look away before he is caught staring, but he kind of cannot.
He always used to love to see you dressed in red. 
Something about the colour has always fit your fiery spirit just so perfectly. Fondness starts to seep into his mind along with recollections. He remembers how wearing red would reflect beautifully on your face, making your eyes sparkle with confidence. And as evident by your form moving about with your shoulders rolled back and head straight, that fact remains unchanged. 
Taehyung also remembers this gorgeous red lipstick you always wore with this shade that made him lose a bit of his mind.
How he could never wait to ruin it.
How he did always ruin it before the end of the night, earning himself your whines of complaints that he would proceed to replace with whines of pleasure.
→ six years ago;
“Hm, that is a lovely shade of red on you,” Taehyung murmured into your hair, peeking into your reflection in the mirror as you applied your lipstick. 
“Don’t shake my hand!” You shoved him away, rolling your eyes. “And this colour is literally the same shade as this dress you bought me…”
"Then my choice is lovely," he cheekily amended, raising his hands up in surrender when you glared at him through the mirror.
Taehyung stepped away, appreciating the curve of your ass in the fitted knee-length, halter neck dress he had bought for you to wear to the event you two were attending tonight. The naked span of your back called out to him, so he dipped his head to press a wet kiss in the middle of your spinal column, relishing the responding gasp and arch of your back you gave him.
“My lipstick’s gonna be ruined!”
Pants suddenly tightening at the unintended innuendo in your words, Taehyung grabbed you by the arm and twirled you around to press your ass into your vanity table, hips digging into your own. Your eyes looked surprised but also a shade darker than their natural disposition, and that was all the go-ahead he needed to capture your half painted lips in a searing kiss.
Length hardening and forehead breaking out in sweat, Taehyung’s tuxedo was starting to feel too tight, when your eager hands suddenly untucked his shirt to run up his torso. His teeth nipped at your tongue before tangling his own with it, fingers lifting the edge of your dress up to your waist to explore the ruined state of your panties.
“Tae,” your breathless gasp followed the smack of your detaching lips. “We’re gonna be late…”
His fingers made slow swirls over your wet panties, gaze stuck to yours as he slowly nodded. “Yes, we are. Do you wanna stop?”
You were such a sight with his favourite shade of red all over your mouth, but Taehyung would practice absolute control over his raging hormones if that was what you wanted. It wasn’t, though, confirmed by the whimper you let out with a quick shake of your head.
“Can we be qui–quick?” Your broken words were a result of intense arousal and not shyness, he knew, because you were anything but shy about your sexual desires.
Pressing a huffing laugh into your shoulder, he shook his head. “You know I can’t be quick, baby. Especially not now, when your ruined lipstick is making me want to see it painted elsewhere…”
You whined, craning your neck when he sucked on the flesh of your throat beneath your jaw. “Wh–where?”
“My cock.”
And without any hesitation, you had stripped off your dress, knelt before him in just your very matching pair of lingerie, and proceeded to let him fuck your throat without complaints, if some quality sounds of pleasure. You’d been an hour late to the event, but neither of you had cared.
A shiver runs up his spine at the ghost of your sounds suddenly echoing in his head, and Taehyung snaps out of it with a shake of his head.
All of it is in the past now. Distant past. 
Taehyung forces his lips down to a straight line, angry at himself for reacting like a lovelorn idiot. You and your relationship is behind him, way behind him, and that's where it should stay. And despite your unexpected presence here tonight, that is where it remains. 
It does, right?
Of course, it does. It has to.
He’d be a pathetic idiot to still swoon over your strapless, form-fitted red gown when you are here with a date that is not him, because you broke up with him, five years ago. And maybe half a decade should normally be enough time to stop resenting someone for an ended relationship, but Taehyung has not been able to trust another person again after the way you broke his heart and walked out of his life. But that doesn't mean he hasn't moved on; because he has. He may not have been able to fully commit, but he sure has had short affairs and flings whenever he has wanted to, which have all helped him get over you. He has stopped thinking about you; stopped caring, stopped missing you, stopped giving a damn. Like any sane person would.
So he doesn’t swoon over you, despite his initial reaction. Not at all, not even a little bit. 
Because he shouldn't – he wouldn't, because you chose to walk all over his heart on your way out of his life. He doesn’t even swoon when you flip your waist-length hair over a bare shoulder, not when your sparkling eyes sweep all-over the place and not even when you give a loud laugh with your head thrown back – and that is a huge feat in his books for which he gives himself a mental pat on his back.
“Ow!” he yelps, startled at how real the pat on the back felt – and how strong?
“Save any remaining self-respect you have and stop fucking ogling her when she’s here with a date,” comes a reprimanding hiss in a very familiar voice.
Taehyung turns around to scowl at Jimin. “I wasn’t ogling her.”
“Sure.” His best friend looks at him unamused, lifting the champagne flute in his hand to Taehyung’s eye-level. “And this isn’t my eighth glass of the night.”
“Wait—eighth? You okay, bro?” Concerned, he looks Park Jimin up and down, wide eyed. Did the guy recently face some emotional crisis that he hasn’t told Taehyung about? He looks fine on the surface—
“For fuck’s sake, Tae.” Jimin rolls his eyes with a groan. “Stop looking so worried, I’m fine. I just despise these high-society… things.” He grimaces, gaze making a round of the entire venue. “You already know that.”
“Well we kinda have to have these things, buddy, because running a club isn’t all about training bartenders,” Taehyung reminds the other man, chuckling when he receives a petulant pout in return. “Chim, you still won’t let Jungwon make you your strawberry daiquiri! It’s, like, the most simplest cocktail ever! Let the kid live!”
“Hey!” Jimin narrows his eyes in challenge, downing the champagne in a quick gulp – Taehyung covertly winces at the sight – and reminds Taehyung that, “running a club isn’t all about auditioning performers, either! You went through fourteen acts and didn’t like a single one, remember, Mister Genius Entrepreneur?”
Taehyung would have responded with another remark, maybe brought Jimin’s attention to the fact that his own actions were more justified because he actually went to a performing arts school unlike Jimin who is a business major meddling with mixing drinks and being a perfectionist – but, he is suddenly reminded of the reason why he was ogling-or-not-ogling you. 
"Hey, who the fuck is that buff-ass guy she's here with, anyway?" he asks the man with a scowl, plucking a champagne flute from a passing-by waiter, swatting at Jimin's hand when he moves to pick one. "And enough with the drinking!"
Rolling his eyes, Jimin glances over the railing at you, frowning in concentration. "Hm… I don't exactly recognise him? Maybe he's someone from dad's company."
"Your dad's—" Taehyung cuts himself off to release a strangulated groan. "Jimin. Why do we have people from your dad's company here?"
The man has the audacity to shrug his shoulders. "You said we needed a crowd to make an impression."
Taehyung wants to punch a wall but diverts the urge with punching his best friend's bicep – no less firmer than a wall, though – and rakes a flustered hand through his hair, before immediately realising he got it done at a salon today and he just flushed down the toilet the entire two-something hours he had to sit still for this. The wince Jimin gives him confirms his suspicion, and he hangs his head to let his best friend attempt to coif the disturbed strands back in their place.
“Nope, it’s a bird’s nest now,” Jimin announces after a few seconds’ efforts, kind-hearted as always.
“Well, it is your fault for calling in people from your dad’s office!”
“Hey, people from my dad’s office did not ruin your hair, that was all you!”
Taehyung feels petulant enough to gear up to paw at Jimin’s own head of set hair in revenge, fingers twitching at his side, but he never gets the chance to attack – a jovial ‘hello’ directed at both him and Jimin grabbing his attention.
Jimin peeks past him and Taehyung looks over his shoulder, an eyebrow raised in intrigue. Only to freeze.
It’s… you.
Well, technically, it’s your date, but you’re very much attached to his arm, looking at Taehyung with a blank face and seeming as much at ease as he wishes he was. Because he is not. Hasn’t been since his eyes found you, and truth be told? Hasn’t been ever since you parted ways from him because you have ruined him for another real relationship, but he isn’t ready to have that mental talk yet. 
Struggling, he works hard to keep his eyes off you and focused on your date, a guy seemingly around his age, if a bit younger. 
And an absolute high-class jerk by the looks of his Louis Vuitton suit, Dolce Gabbana loafers and freaking sunglasses he’s wearing indoors. Granted, the ballroom is extraordinarily bright with all the golden chandeliers, but come on. How much of this orange pair of sunglasses actually prevents brightness and how much of it is just snobby fashion? Looking closely, Taehyung notices a lip ring on the guy’s bottom lip and a row of small stones running from his earlobe to the upper lobe area. 
Well, now he's just confused. The LV suit does not match the guy’s street fighter jewellery at all. Just what the hell kind of guys have you been dating?
“Uhm, hello there!” Jimin loudly greets, extending a hand and elbowing Taehyung none too gently, knocking him out of the contorted expressions of distaste he wears. “Park Jimin, one half of the founders of Dionysus. Welcome to the gala!”
The rich asshole flashes a surprisingly guileless grin at Taehyung’s best friend. “You don’t need an introduction, Mister Park,” he laughs, voice higher pitched than would suit his burly frame. “Jeon Jungkook, interning as a Data Analyst at your dad’s company.”
Ugh, yeah right. As if the internship is what has got him all this wealth this guy is showing off. And the most generic post, too – Data Analyst? Taehyung can bet he pulled the name up on the spot.
“Wow, really? That’s amazing!” 
Taehyung’s head snaps to look at Jimin in shock at the sincere happiness in the guy’s voice. Why? This is the enemy! 
No – that is not what he is supposed to be thinking! What the hell is he doing? Your date is not his competition, because he doesn't even want you. He'd be crazy to, after you left him without giving him the second chance he begged for. He doesn't want it now, it's too late.
It… is too late, right?
Maybe? Probably?
Oh, God, does he still want you? Apparently the answer isn't as much of a clear cut negation as he'd thought it would be.
His eyes jump back to you, aware he’s scanning your face like a forlorn lover but unable to mask his eyes when he just found out he isn't over you the way he has been thinking he was. You seem to be resolutely not looking his way but he chooses to take advantage of it and save every bit of you to his memory. You blocked him on all of social media the day you broke up with him and he had enough dignity to not stalk your friends and connections. 
He’s basically seeing you after five whole years.
Your high cheekbones and round cheeks are rouged with colour just the way he knew they’d be because you tend to get warm in indoors gatherings. The fullness of your lips is painted a gorgeous wine red to complement the brighter shade of your off shoulders silk dress, just as he knew it would be. Your lashes fan up to your strong eyebrows, making you look every bit like the Goddess you are. You’re probably wearing heels because you stand taller than usual, coming up closer to his face – just the perfect height for him to tilt his face and—
He gives a harsh blink and snaps his head away from you, tuning back into the conversation happening around them. You aren’t his ex – you’re Jimin’s dad’s employee’s date. He would do well to remember that.
Taehyung watches as you respond to Jimin's greeting, your smile so awkward, even the guy's giggles cannot cover up the grimace that sets upon his face. You and Jimin used to be close when Taehyung and you were together. His best friend decided to distance himself from you, too, as his way of comforting Taehyung. Which he appreciates a lot.
“Can I speak to you in private for a moment, Mister Park?” your date requests, garnering Taehyung's gaze on the guy again.
"Yeah, of course!” Jimin readily nods, probably looking for a way out of this uncomfortable exchange, even though he looks slightly confused just as Taehyung feels. “And please, call me Jimin. Mister Park is my dad.”
Chuckling, the two of them step away, leaving Taehyung standing with a gaping mouth next to you. Jimin looks over his shoulder with a meaningfully raised eyebrow.
“You gonna be okay?”
No. No, he doesn’t think so. He just found out he isn’t as immune to your presence as he thought five years would have made him, and that isn’t okay at all. 
But he isn’t going to be a baby about it, not when he’s the host of the night. So he rolls his shoulders back and flashes his best friend a reassuring smile. “I’ll be fine.”
Jimin walks away with your date, leaving Taehyung to awkwardly fidget with his hands. He looks at you from the corner of his eye – to immediately look away when he accidentally meets your gaze. In his peripheral vision, you seem to be fidgeting just as he is, eyes running all across the place to stay away from him.
God, this is so awkward. And dumb.
He clears his throat. “Uh… so…”
His gaze moves to the public on the lower floor to find something to talk about. Oh, there’s a waiter!
Taehyung looks at you, eyes huge and lower lip tucked into his mouth. “Can I get you something to drink, or…?”
You don’t look at him, simply leaning around him to pick up a glass from a tray he had no idea was kept next to him. “No, thanks,” you address him for the first time tonight – your first words to him after more than five years, “already got one.”
Rolling back on his heels, he nods to himself, hands sliding into the pockets of his trousers. What the hell is the 101 for talking to an estranged ex whom he might still have remnant feelings for? Does he make small talk? Ask you how you’ve been? Pretend you’re strangers? Ask you about your date? Tell you about what he’s been doing with his life ever since you parted ways from him? 
Ask you to take him back?
Okay, yeah, definitely not that one.
Ugh. This is terrible.
Taehyung stares at you, long and hard, trying to come up with something better to say – something to get you to stop being so dismissive with him. But all that he finds filling his head are thoughts of how much you’ve changed over the time you’ve spent away from you. His gaze traces the slight crows feet next to your eyes, the slight sunken feel to your eyes, tightness around your mouth, narrowing of your nose. You’re wearing heavier than usual makeup. But then again, many of your ‘usuals’ ought to have changed now.
Unwittingly, he catches the sight of your empty wrist and is immediately reminded of the matching charms bracelets you’d bought the two of you. Even though he doesn’t wear it anymore – because, well, he thought he had moved on – he still has it safely kept in a locker, back at home.
He wonders if you threw yours away. Maybe he should, too. Would help with the indifference he's trying to achieve.
Clearing his throat when the awkward silence becomes suffocating, Taehyung chooses the safest path and talks about the club.
“I and Jimin had been planning Dionysus for over a year,” he begins, doing a mental fist pump when your gaze immediately flicks to him. “Feels good to be finally launching it."
Your gaze seems to soften slightly. Pulling the glass from your lips, you clear your throat and nod as you look away. "Congratulations." You jerk your chin towards the lower floor that is bustling with people. "Seems like a successful launch."
Instantly bashful at the subtle praise, his hand self-consciously goes to his hair – before he remembers how he has already messed it up. He makes a detour to his neck, cupping his fingers around the back beneath the suddenly too tight collar of his shirt.
“Well, uh, yeah. Thanks.”
His lips purse into a smile, yours don’t. 
Taehyung wonders if you still simmer with the anger you'd unleashed on him when you left him. You look like you do, although he doesn't find it justified. If he was the one that hurt the two of you, you broke his heart too when you walked away. But he is trying his best to be polite, isn't he? What did he do to you worse than what you did to him?
→ five years ago;
“Why didn’t you come?”
Your face remained unchanged and Taehyung’s temper shot through the roof.
“I asked you a fucking question!”
“I heard you!” you yelled back just as loudly, one hand balled into a tight fist while the other leisurely carried the glass of wine to and fro between your lips and the kitchen island. “And chose to ignore you.”
“What the—”  Taehyung cut himself off with gritted teeth, raking his fingers through his gelled hair and disrupting the hairdo. He roughly undid his tie and stalked up to you on angry feet. “I texted to ask if you needed me to send you a car, you said you would come by yourself, so why the fuck did you not?”
You shrugged your shoulders and carelessly let your silk gown slip off one of them, revealing the thin strap of your negligee to him. In a normal situation, the sight would have been enough to make Taehyung forget about all else and tear your clothes off to have you right there, in the middle of the kitchen. He had done it multiple times in the past. But today was different – today he was furious and embarrassed and disappointed. It was the success party of his dream variety show having collected impressive ratings in just the first week of its run, and he had needed you by his side to celebrate it fully. 
But you didn’t show up at the damn venue.
And now you were here, back at your shared apartment, drinking freaking wine at 3 am of the night and acting as if it wasn’t a big deal that you skipped one of the most special celebrations of his life over some petty anger.
Sighing tiredly, Taehyung stepped away from you to shed more of his clothes until he was just in his pants and had his shirt hanging off his frame, unbuttoned. His stripped off garments were piled on the sofa, to be collected later when he finally went upstairs to your shared bedroom
Then he turned to look at you, only to click his tongue when he found you sitting in your place with a bored expression on your face. Walking up to your figure, he snatched the alcohol from your hand and glared down at your surprised face. This had been going on for months now and needed to stop.
“What is it? Why are you being like this? What do you want?”
Your face crumpled with a ton of sadness suddenly puncturing it, and even though you quickened to straighten your expressions into annoyance, Taehyung caught the slip. He could tell you were definitely about to lie to him. He just didn’t get why.
"I called you to tell you I won't be coming because I have an urgent, early flight to catch," you told him in a tight voice. "And guess what? Your assistant picked up the phone."
Taehyung threw his head back. Not this again. Your insecurity over his assistant was really uncharacteristic of you – and really stupid, because Somi was just a delusional kid who would someday grow up to realise Taehyung wasn't interested in anyone but you and stop with her meaningless little games she played around him.
You used to make fun of such women with him, in the past. What had changed? What was suddenly so different about this one person that you acted this way?
"Well, yeah. As I've told you before, she handles my phone when I'm busy. It's kinda the point of her being my assistant."
He could see your jaw working, the tight grip you had on the wine glass.
"Babe? What is going on?"
"Nothing, Tae," you gritted the words out. "Absolutely nothing's going on. My flight is at five, I need to go pack."
He frowned when you got up and tried to walk past him, and stopped you with a grasp of your elbow. "Hey, hey – can we talk? Please?"
You stayed frozen, looking away from him, so he spoke on.
"Um, where are you going? How long will you be?"
At that, you shrugged out of his grip. "Vienna. We're interviewing some Korean immigrants our team located last week."
"Ah, I see. How long will you be gone for?"
"Any time between three weeks to two months."
Two months? Taehyung roughly swallowed at the prospect of being away for that long. Things had been decidedly rocky between you both. How damaging could two months' distance be? Given your current state of agitation, he wasn't sure you'd even keep in touch with him.
Another thought suddenly occurred to him and his blood almost ran cold.
Was your so-called boss gonna be there with you? He had to know, even if it made him lose his mind.
"You're – you're going with a team, yeah?"
You shot him an irritated look. "Hoseok is going, too, he's leading us. That's what you wanna know, right?"
So he was going. Freaking Hoseok would be there with you, on a foreign land, and you would be there with him and forget about Taehyung completely. The way you always did in the guy's presence.
"Stop looking at me with so much disgust, he's my boss. I can't tell him not to go."
Taehyung scoffed as you moved towards the bedroom. "Yeah. As if you'd even want to."
You whirled around. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
Taehyung was pretty sure he didn't need to explain that to you. He'd been hinting at it since September – he'd been explicitly saying it since October, since the freaking Halloween party your office had. So he didn't need to say anything anymore.
"What is this really about, babe? You didn't come to the celebration, you didn't even congratulate me, not once, and now you're leaving for weeks, possible months?"
You stared at him. "What could this be about, Taehyung?"
"Are you – are you trying to distance yourself?"
And there was that sadness suddenly crowding your face again. 
And then you pushed it away again. 
"Do you want me to?
You were talking in circles. "Babe. Please. If you leave when we're like this—"
"We've been like this for months, Taehyung!" You burst at him. "And nothing's gonna change, as long as you have that leech of an assistant trying to woo her way into your pants or whatever!"
Taehyung couldn't believe his ears. You were that bothered by that stupid girl? He would have let go of her in a heartbeat if he'd known. He still could – he would. But instead of telling you that, he decided to choose the path of pettiness.
"Yeah? And what about the way you can't help following wherever your boss leads you?"
"I can't quit my job, Tae!"
"And I can't fire my assistant!"
Silence prevailed after that. You glared at him, and he glared back. Until you just dropped all the aggression and looked at him with a cold stare.
"You know what? Maybe a little distance away from each other is exactly what we need right now."
The sucker-punch was delivered with your poker face, one that he was coming to hate with a passion now. Almost gasping for air, he shook his head, bewildered. “Wh–what? Distance?”
“Yes. We barely see each other. And when we do, we fight. All we do is disappoint each other, Taehyung. What are we doing in this farce of a relationship beyond hurting each other? I think it's better if we took some time off.”
It wasn’t the words you said that broke him – it was the ease with which you said them to him.
Taehyung wasn’t faultless, far from it. He forgot special days, skipped dinners, postponed dates. But he was trying to pursue his dream; a dream he had dreamt with you since you both started dating in college. You knew what this was gonna be like, and he felt like he had actually been doing better in the relationship than his expectations. Sure, he had his moments and got irrational sometimes – like he knew he was being about this entire Hoseok debacle – but that was only because he was under a lot of stress all the time. Just some comforting words and an embrace from you always had him back to being his normal self.
Did you not see it that way?
He loved you with his entire heart and soul, despite all his shortcomings.
Did you not care about that?
“D–don’t call it a farce…”
“Then let me wave out of it,” you bluntly said to him, raising your chin to let him glimpse into your eyes that held so much frustration, they gave him a physical push away from you. "Clean out the apartment before I'm back. Let's give each other space, yeah?"
Were you that unhappy with him?
What the hell was he doing to you?
“Baby… can – can we talk about this?”
“When? You don’t have time to talk about this, Tae. To talk about anything.” You shook your head, face blank and jaw gritted. “And let’s be honest, here. We went past the point of talking on your birthday, already.”
Taehyung groaned aloud, throwing his head back in sheer frustration. “This again?”
“No. I’m not starting anything, I’m just… trying to end it.”
And so you did.
Taehyung has never been the type to give up on people or situations easily, so that wasn’t the last of that conversation you both had. There were multiple attempts he made to get you to tell him what was actually bothering you because he always felt – and still does – that you said less than you wanted to, that day.
All of it fell on deaf ears, though, because you never came back to the apartment until he'd moved out, and blocked him on every social media platform when he got busy with shootings within the next few weeks.
He looks at you and sighs. How damn stupid of him is it to feel soft for you because he suspects there was more to your break up than you just throwing in the towel? Because that is what it comes down to – you made big commitments and promises about braving the hardships and supporting him through it all, but gave up because of doubts and frustrations when the two of you needed to stand strong.
And now he is gazing at you like a miserable fool, expecting you to do God knows what.
With another awkwardly cleared throat, Taehyung deduces he cannot keep standing here like a damn idiot. He points towards the side of the ballroom downstairs. 
“Do you, like, wanna sit? Maybe? We – we have sofas and booths here?”
Wow. Way to go with them communications skills. Taehyung pulls his lips into his mouth, resisting the urge to throw himself off the balustrade in embarrassment.
You do nothing to ease his dumb fumbling, simple flipping your hair over your shoulder so that they swish over your cleavage to brush your breasts. They’ve gotten so much longer than he remembers. 
“I will if I want to.”
For real? Okay, this is no good.
Your anger very obviously still burns as hot as it did the night you decided to throw him out of your life. He cannot navigate around this the easy way, he needs to change his tactics a bit if he’s going to survive this night without you murdering him. Maybe he should pretend you both are strangers. Treat you like he would any other attendee of the gala.
The clicking of your tongue brings him back, your irritated frown greeting him when he focuses on your face. “Are you babysitting me? I’ll be fine, you may go take care of whatever you need to.”
“Well, what I need to take care of is the guests,” Taehyung tells you with a shrug, not letting your cold remark get to him, but the soft feelings your presence had started to induce in him seem to be evaporating as time passes.
“Technically, I’m Jimin’s guest, not yours. You don’t have to keep hovering around me.”
“Oh, my God,” he groans, hitting the limit with your attitude. 
The irritation he was hit with when he spotted you at this gathering is beginning to spike again. He wonders if he actually doesn't have any lingering affection for you at all – if it’s just nostalgia that he misinterpreted. You did break his heart and disregarded all his apologies and begging, he’s got every right to not give a damn about you. 
And he gets your anger – he got it when you hurled it at him repeatedly, five years ago; and he gets it now – but insulting him in his own celebration isn’t okay. Especially when you could very well not interact with him at all and walk away any time. He notices how you keep trying to send him away but make no moves to leave yourself.
If this is an ego thing for you – well, he’s got an ego, too.
He calls your name with a tight voice. “You’re at a party that I am hosting with Jimin. You’re my guest, too, whether you like it or not. So you’ve got to let me be an accommodating host without reacting so rudely to everything I say.”
Fury beams from your eyes into his, but he braves it with unimpressed, furrowed brows. He remembers this look on your face more than he does your smile, as pitiful as the fact is. And so he knows you’ve reached a point in your fury where you stop arguing anymore. When you two were in a relationship, this used to piss him off like anything. But right now, it is kinda suiting his situation well.
You give him a terse nod. 
“Thank you,” he mutters, exhaling in relief. “Now. Your date’s off with Jimin to talk about God knows what, so you can either stare around boredly and regret agreeing to coming here, or you can let me guide you to a comfortable sitting nook where you can have drinks and snacks delivered to you. Until Jeon comes back for you, that is.”
This time you’re the one that exhales, losing some lines from your face. “I don't want to cause drama or be a bitch. I just… didn’t expect to see you here. This is uncomfortable and disappointing.”
Ouch? Well. At least he tried to be nice, right?
“Right, okay… likewise.” Taehyung rolls his eyes, walking around you to step towards the stairwell that leads downstairs. “Come along.”
Every now and then, he peeks over his shoulder to check if you’re following, feeling more than a little satisfied to find you staring at the back of his head each time. Yes, you aren’t the only one with an attitude.
On reaching the downstairs landing, he is in the process of moving towards the ballroom when you call out his name. He twists on his heels with raised eyebrows to find you pointing towards a slightly dark hallway behind the stairs, an intrigued and somewhat suspicious look on your face.
“Does that lead to a secret wing of the house, or something?”
Taehyung barks a bout of laughter. “No. That’s an indoor connection to the club.”
Your head whips to look at him with wide eyes. “The club is… here?”
“I mean, yeah? Kind of.” He points downwards with a finger. “This is Jimin’s place, so he wanted an internal route to—”
“Wait, this is Jimin’s place?” Your eyes are wider than before.
Inhaling deeply once, he pushes his tongue into his cheek as he stares at you with narrowed eyes. Did you even know what function your ‘date’ was bringing you to? 
“I – I mean, it looks like a… well. A castle, to be honest,” you muse in wonder, looking up at the high ceilings.
Taehyung follows your gaze, nodding slowly. “It is, yeah. It’s also got a museum on one side that has all the ancient stuff from the era of the monarch that used to live here.”
For the first time tonight, you seem to be actually listening to him. And despite all the bitterness and anger he feels, he cannot hold back the soft smile that breaks out onto his face at the sight of your parted lips.
“Jimin lives in a museum?”
This time, Taehyung lets out a full belly laugh. “This is not Jimin’s home! I meant he bought the building. So it’s more like a – a vacation house, I guess. He doesn’t live here but comes around a lot. This castle is why we picked this place for Dionysus. The museum gathers a good amount of tourists. They could all use a drink and a good space to wind down after their excursions.”
You nod distractedly, still looking towards the hallway as you step down to the floor and off the last stair. Taehyung walks up to stand in front of you, smirking at the fascination on your face. You could be old and ageing, but this look of childlike wonder will always look the same on you. It has remained unchanged in the twelve-something years he has known you for. 
“Do you wanna see?”
You blink, leaning away. “See – see what?”
“The club?”
You don’t say a word, quietly gulping, and look in the previous direction past his shoulders. Taehyung snorts at the innocence you unwittingly elude, sighing at the fondness that unfurls in his chest despite all the heartache.
“Come on.”
He walks ahead and you follow him, the dimly lit hallway echoing with the clack of your heels. Then you hum.
“This part of the town is somewhat secluded, almost at the city borders. How are you maintaining security here?”
Taehyung’s lips curve up in a secret, melancholic smile. You always had so many questions about everything. It makes him feel endeared and delivers a pinch to his heart all the same. He misses you – but he also doesn’t, because the you that he misses has been left in the past, beneath all the scowls and brimming disappointment you had come to be full of during the last few months of your relationship.
He sighs, focussing his thoughts on your question.
“Well. We have come up with a lot of new tech and Jimin arranged for a top notch security staff. His dad’s friends with this Kim Seok-something guy… he might be here tonight, actually. So, there is only a sure shot way of getting into the club, no stragglers can wander in.”
At the end of the hallway is a glass door, guarded by two really tall, really buff men. Next to the door, a steel box is mounted to the wall – the most important piece of equipment about Dionysus, coming up with which with their team of engineers took almost as long as constructing the infrastructure.
“Here!” Taehyung announces, gesturing towards the box with both hands. “This is the machine that will read your entry pass.”
You blink at him. “I don’t… have an entry pass?”
He nods, pointing at one of the guards. “Josh, our passes, please?”
The man gives a small bow to Taehyung and produces a mechanised stamp that looks like a tiny taser, clicking on a button. Taehyung lifts the cuff of his suit jacket and shirt to present the skin of his wrist to the stamp, and Josh leaves a QR code on his skin.
“Woah!” Your exclamation resounds from behind him. “That’s gonna get people into the club?”
"Yep." He turns to you with a proud grin. “Move in or out of the club. New tech, right?”
“Damn,” you mutter, looking impressed as you forward your own wrist to Josh.
Taehyung shakes his head. “Uh, no, not like this. The stamp needs to stay covered with a piece of clothing or the neon lights inside can spoil it and you won’t be able to leave.”
Both arms extended in front of you, you look at yourself. “I don’t have a sleeve… or a collar.”
His own eyes sweep down your form, tongue coming out to wet his lips at the sight of your flared hips and full breasts encased in this fitted cloth in his favourite colour. Clearing his throat at how perverted he is being, he quickly looks away and searches his pockets for a handkerchief, only to come up empty.
“Well… maybe beneath the neckline?” you question, frowning at the layer of the dress covering your cleavage.
Josh shrugs a shoulder, eyeing Taehyung. “Could work?”
Taehyung looks at your neckline which is seriously so low, he isn't sure how something can be placed beneath this without compromising your modesty. He nods, almost in a daze, unable to move his gaze off the curves of the tops of your breasts as he now starts to wonder how this dress is even staying up.
But when you begin to peel the cloth an inch down the slope of your chest and Josh’s hand moves towards you, Taehyung jumps into action and grips the guard’s wrist. Shooting a really unwarranted glare at the man, he plucks the device off his hands. “Let me.”
He moves to carefully stand before you, eyes meeting yours in slight panic when it finally registers to him how he got really unnecessarily protective over his ex from years back. What the heck must you think of him? He can’t read much of your opinion in your gaze, your eyes looking mostly awash with shock, staring at him unblinkingly.
Moving forward with the stamp, he watches your throat move in a rough swallow, body visibly tensing when he steps even closer to you. His keen eyes observe every single movement in your person, scanning the way your eyelids flutter, the way your lips puff out short breaths, the way your chest moves up and down rapidly. He wonders if you are breathless as he is.
He looks at your supple flesh, inching his hand forward at snail's pace. The smooth texture of your skin, the rounded curve – he is transfixed, aware that if he rolled the dress another two inches down, he would be able to see your nipple. He wonders if it will be hard already due to the air-conditioning, or if it would puff up his stare. Under his touch, maybe? Definitely under his tongue…
He jolts out of his extremely inappropriate thoughts, gaze snapping up to your face in horror. You hold the same expressions as before, looking even more breathless. 
But Taehyung remembers himself. 
Leaning a few inches away from you, he reminds himself of where you both stand in your current lives – you aren't the woman he was in love with, you're one of Jimin's guests at this party, and you have come here with a date. He has no right to be thinking these thoughts and you honestly shouldn’t be entertaining him with these large eyes. Doesn't mean it makes it any less worse of him to be coming onto you.
You have moved on. And he is supposed to have, too.
Channelling maturity and practising restraint, both of which he didn't know he possessed, Taehyung grinds his teeth and holds the stamp over your skin. He pushes the button, eyes resolutely looking just at the QR code as it gets printed on your skin.
"There," he breathes, deflating in relief, and jumps away from you as soon as he's done, as if burned by the proximity.
Well, he might actually be. He feels pretty singed, if he is being honest.
Stuffing the stamp back into its holder, he flashes the code on his wrist in front of the scanner on another face of the box. A ping resounds around him and the door unlocks.
"Did you see?" he asks over his shoulder. "Put the stamp within a foot's distance from the scanner."
You step up next to the box, the door locking within five seconds of no entry, and angle your chest close to the scanner. Due to the dim lights, Taehyung isn't sure if it's his stupid wishful thinking or if you actually look a bit shaken up. 
A ping echoes in the hallway, and the door gives. With something akin to sparkle in your eyes, you skip through the doorway with a grin.
"This is fantastic!"
Taehyung scans his own stamp and slides in after you.
"And, we're in!" he announces, falling in step next to you and looks straight ahead to avoid the adorable excitement that is sure to be etched on your face. "Wanna look around?"
You hum, footsteps falling slightly behind his own as he guides you around the place. 
Taehyung finds himself entranced everytime he walks through Dionysus. It's still hard to believe that all the plans he and Jimin pored over, sometimes pulling all-nighters to come up with innovative ideas, have finally taken a corporeal form. Every colour, texture and material of everything used in constructing this place has been chosen by him and approved by Jimin, or vice versa. Well, more vice versa because despite his own field of study being far removed from construction, he still has quite a good idea for these things due to his dad's company. 
Sighing at the reminder of the man that has caused more troubles in his life than he can count, Taehyung clears his throat and looks over you.
Unwittingly, his mind travels back in time for the third time tonight. You always sported a shorter hairstyle when the two of you were together. And though Taehyung has absolutely adored every hairstyle you have worn – would have loved you without hair, too, he’s certain – there’s something about seeing you in waist-length hair that makes something ache in his chest.
→ eight years ago;
“Are you never gonna grow your hair out?”
Your mirthy eyes squinted with laughter as you swooped towards him to kiss his pouty lips. “Long hair requires maintenance that I don’t have the time to spare for, baby, you know it.” You brushed a hand through your shoulder length tresses, raising your eyebrows. “Thought you liked me with short hair?”
“I do.” Taehyung nodded, fitting his head in your lap. “But… we’ve been out of the college for over a year… don’t you wanna, like, make those high buns and wear gowns on our dates sometimes?”
You cackled at his words, head leaning away with the force of your giggles. “Do you want me to make buns and wear gowns, Tae?”
He could feel his cheeks warming up, but said nothing. 
“Tae baby,” you sighed. “I’m trying to find my footing in the ever-changing world of journalism and work at an NGO. I don't even have time to comb my hair, half the days, now when it's so manageable. How will I do it for long hair?"
“I can do it for you?” 
The meek offer was out before Taehyung could pause to even really think what it meant. Your eyes were wide as you bent your head to look at him.
“Are you serious? You want me to have long hair that bad?”
Bashful and a little embarrassed, he sat up and shook his head in negation, avoiding your eyes at all costs. “No, of course not. I just… I meant if the only reason is that you can’t take care of it, I can do it for you.” He looked into your eyes then. “I can always take care of everything for you whenever it gets too much for you, you know that right?”
Eyes misty and smile quivering, you had captured his lips at that and promised him you’d grow your hair out for him whenever life gave you a second to breathe.
And apparently, your breather came after you ended things with him. Figures.
Sighing morosely, Taehyung eyes the way your steps are a bit off in your heels, and he very casually points at the seating area to one side, thinking nothing of his words as he suggests, “Have a sit if you need to relax your calves.”
He doesn’t realise anything is strange until he sees that you’ve stopped walking and are giving him a long look. That is when his eyes widen. 
You were never fond of wearing heels. At most an hour, and then you would be taking off your footwear and finding some cosy place to sit where Taehyung would find you and give your feet and calves a massage. That often led to the two of you sneaking off to continue the massage in a more private setting.
He’s about to explain that he didn’t mean it like that when your stare wavers, nostrils flaring as you clear your throat. “No, I’m okay. Does your club have a bar?”
For a moment, it felt like he had you on the same page as himself. But now you’ve closed the book. 
“And a bartender,” Taehyung sighs, sliding his hands in his pocket to lead you to the bar.
“Hyung!” Jungwon grins, waving at him before he spots you and drops into a bow. “Good evening, ma’am! Welcome to Dionysus! Are you having a nice night?”
Chuckling at the enthusiastic greeting, Taehyung turns to look at you, landing in confusion when he sees you squinting at Jungwon in extreme suspicion. Taehyung calls your name, and you simply tilt your head, examining the boy more closely.
“How old are you, Jungwon?”
The kid’s eyes jump as wide as Taehyung’s own. “Uh…”
“You do not look eighteen, kid.”
He isn’t. And of course you would realise it.
“I… I will turn eighteen in March.”
“Well then you can work the bar in March, kid.” Your glare is sharp and hand stiff when you lift it to point towards the exit. “Out of this establishment before I call child services on your boss.”
Jungwon gives a panicked glance at Taehyung at which he can only nod because he knows you don’t have to call child services – you are child services. Well, not working with the government but your NGO definitely has good connections and enough prominence to uproot his whole club just because of Jungwon’s part-time hiring. And letting go of Jungwon is you giving Taehyung a warning before taking a serious action. He knows you well enough to know that much.
The moment the kid has collected his backpack and left through the door, your glare turns to Taehyung. "We talked about this, Taehyung. And you promised you wouldn't bring in any minors in any kind of work before they're done with their education."
Yeah, he did, but it was in a very different context. Scouting minors for reality shows and hiring them as bartenders has nothing in common and Taehyung is just about to remind you of the same when he suddenly stops.
Plays your words in his head again.
And barely contains a gasp.
Because… did you just address the past? Acknowledge the fact that you are actually more than just Jimin's guest's date here and that you and him have actually met prior to this?
You did.
His eyes are wide and lips are parted and now he doesn't know what to say.
Nearly seven years back, when Taehyung was trying to make a name in the entertainment industry, attempting to surpass existing PDs with his maximal creativity and eccentric ideas, he came up with this concept of a game show with school going kids. But as soon as he started working on it, you had a talk with him, explaining how risky it was for kids' development to be exposed to the world of cameras and reality television so early on. Especially kids that didn't want to get into the entertainment industry after growing up. Taehyung had listened to you, as he often did back then, and scrapped the idea.
And now he's here again, having hired an underage bartender. He sees the fault in his ways and drops his head.
"I'm sorry."
Your sigh sounds extremely tired, just as defeated as your gaze. "You always are, Taehyung."
That makes him frown, angering him more so when you turn around to walk further into the club.
"Hey," he calls out, briskly following you. "I've been listening to you being passive aggressive all night, but you've gotta stop, okay? You're the one that came to my party. Stop acting like I forced you to talk to me."
You swerve in your place so suddenly, Taehyung has to put an effort to stop himself from colliding into you. Your eyes spit fire at him. 
"Oh, yeah? What the hell is this, then? I didn't come to your party, for the last time, I came to Jimin's. So why won't you let me be his guest and get the hell lost?"
He sees that you're done holding back. Well. He is, too.
"I know where this is coming from," he grits out, leaning down to seethe into your face. "Are you angry at your little date for not informing you you’re gonna see me here?”
You scoff with a humourless laugh. “Are you kidding me? You’re actually jealous of Jungkook? Is this why you won’t leave me alone in the hall?”
“Okay one – I’m not jealous, I don’t care what you do in your life, let alone your dating life,” Taehyung sneers with derision he doesn’t mean, and the sudden flash of hurt on your face doesn’t give him nearly as much satisfaction as he’d hoped it would. “And two – I didn’t wanna leave you alone because I was trying to be a good host!”
“Oh?” Your eyes narrow. “Well, how about this – if you really wanna be a good host, just call me a damned cab and let me leave.”
Taehyung’s face falls at your words, way too quickly before he can contain himself. “L–leave?” And then he stutters, proving himself to be as pathetic as he’s sure you think him to be.
But you don’t react with the same fiery anger. Instead, your eyes get clouded with confusion and hands unfurl from the angry fists. “Yeah. Coming here was an obvious mistake, I shouldn’t have let Jeon sweet talk me into it…”
As he’s about to tell you to not leave just yet and make promises of leaving you alone, your words register in his head. “Jeon?”
Your eyes widen and cheeks flush. “J–Jungkook. I meant Jungkook.”
“Of course you meant that, but that is not what you said!” 
Taehyung stalks up to you, crowding you against the bar counter, drinking the way your eyes grow in size and shoulders rise up in your telltale sign of nervousness. He says your name, slowly and deeply, leaning over you to have your breasts brush his chest, the way you give a slight shiver at his enunciation of your name making him shiver too. 
“Is Jungkook really your date?”
A pearlescent row of teeth bites into your lush, red painted lower lip. “Yeah, he’s really my date.” Taehyung raises a single eyebrow and you immediately shut your eyes, turning your head slightly to the left with a wince. “But… he’s a friend and asked me to come here with him as a friend.”
Oh, God.
Taehyung hates himself for the way relief rushes through his veins and overtakes his entire body at your words, because what the actual fuck? Why is he relieved? Heartbreak, break up, moving on, hello?
Nope, no one's home.
He stares into your eyes when you open them again, brain foggy with so many questions he cannot pick which one to put up first. Just the way he can't decipher what this wide-eyed look in your eyes means.
What wouldn’t he give to be able to glimpse into what you’re thinking right now…
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Stupid Jungkook and his stupid freaking doe eyes that landed you here. And stupid you for not even researching where you were going, so eager to jump the chance to escape the confines of your too empty apartment when you were slapped with a month long break from the news channel you work at. 
They were afraid you were gonna have a 'burn out' – dumb concept that definitely doesn't mean anything to you, because you need work to keep going. If you're not drafting reports or editing scoops, you're visiting the NGO you joined fifteen years ago and have become the Director of, now. But the traitorous staff there sent you home, too, when they saw how ‘gaunt’ you looked, which – again, means nothing to you because keeping your mind occupied takes a higher prominence for you than maintaining your looks.
The thing is, you still live in the apartment you have shared with Taehyung for over three years. It’s unhealthy, you’re aware, but you played yourself by trying to act strong, and now you keep looking for excuses to leave your home for as long as you can. Which is why Jungkook’s offer, the first semblance of respite in a little over two weeks, came as a blessing that you were quick to grasp.
Well, look where it has landed you – pressed up between a bar counter and the very same ex, escaping the ghost of whose presence made you come here.
Although, looking into Taehyung’s mellow brown eyes, you try to figure out who you are really looking at. Is it the ex you left behind, the man you had to push out of your life because he stopped loving you?
Is it the one guy that you'd dreamt a future with? The one guy in the entire world you'd given enough power to hurt you? The guy that did break your heart?
Tears gather on your waterline as images from your past cascade in your mind, and you flutter your eyelids to suck the salty liquid back in. There is no use reminiscing what has been lost. 
Because this man who stands before you is none of those things. He is just a successful variety show director who has now stepped into the world of business by running a club. The guy who you deemed the love of your life, performing arts Junior Kim Taehyung who was growing into this amazing young man full of so many dreams – who wanted to hold your hand through the process of making them come true – has been left in the past. His feelings, plans and intentions had changed long before you realised he was done caring about you. He had stopped being the guy you fell for, long before you walked away.
But even as you remind yourself of those things, you cannot help scanning his face with a frenzied gaze as if trying to save up every changed detail of him, the matured lines around his mouth and eyes, the stronger structure of his nose and jaw. 
Why are you doing this to yourself? And why is he doing this to you? Holding onto your arms so fiercely and looking into your eyes with such blatant distress? And why is your heart beating so loud in response to his proximity?
"I…" He moves a miniscule bit closer and you stifle a gasp when his familiar breath washes over your face. "I have missed you."
Oh, God, no.
No no no no – he can't say stuff like this after everything you've been through. You refuse to accept it. With a vehement scowl, you shove him off you, turning away from the hurt that splashes across his face. 
"Stop this, Taehyung." You wish your voice came out stronger than a helpless plea, but it ends in a whisper of his name. "Let me just go ho—"
"Does seeing me here not affect you at all?"
Your gaze snaps to his in surprise, lips turning downwards when you see the way his eyes are dunked in sorrow. "Taehyung…"
"Does it not matter to you at all? It's – it's been five years… have you not missed me? At all?"
His restlessness visibly grows with every sentence and you wring your fingers together, nervous for no reason. "I… There's – there's no point to this conversation, Taehyung, we—"
"Yes, there is!" 
He frowns at you furiously, jaw tightened and fists clenched, but stays rooted to his place without moving towards you. Anger never used to be something you saw on Taehyung much. If he could go without it in a situation, he always chose that path. This also meant that the few times when he did get mad, he didn't know how to handle the feeling or how to act. And so, fearing God knows what, he always maintained physical distance from you when he got annoyed. 
Hence, the way he holds himself tightly away from you confirms that he is extremely angry, right now.
Your lips turned back into your mouth, you try to nod in a placating manner, letting him say his thing instead of trying to fight and causing him more anguish.
"You… you just left me," he begins, looking more confused and lost than agitated. "Never talked about us, never let me talk, just… up and exited out of my life. Disappeared from the apartment until I'd cleaned it out, blocked me everywhere you could, even told your building's freaking security guard to not let me in!"
You duck your head, cheeks heating up in embarrassment, because his accusation is right. You started hiding from him the day after you broke up, scared he would convince you to try again with just one glance. But you were beyond the point trying, already. The two of you were getting bigger and busier in your respective fields and growing more distant from each other. You both forgot about the tenderness of all the promises you made to each other in college and let insecurity, suspicion and toxicity between you.
"Say something," he brokenly calls out, staring at you with his eyes defeated and shoulders slumped.
"There's nothing to say, Taehyung," you whisper, unable to maintain eye-contact. 
"How?" he beseeches, throwing his hands up. "You left me and then avoided me like the plague… You treated me as if I'd cheated on you because you were suspicious!"
Now you're angry too. "Okay, one – I never treated you like that. And should I remind you I wasn't alone in my suspicions? Somi came into your life because you were insecure about me and my boss!"
"Did you ever stop to think that maybe there was a reason I was so insecure about you both?"
"Reason? Taehyung, what the—" You shut your eyes to calm yourself down from screaming. "Are you really going to keep spinning this in circles and not once acknowledge that it was petty and stupid of you to try to make me jealous through Somi?"
Taehyung's throat bobs in a nervous swallow, his quickly changing demeanour telling you he's been caught by surprise. You give a scoff, rolling your eyes, and walk up to the bar next to you to raise yourself up and sit on one of the stools.
He follows you with pursed lips, tentatively walking up to stand next to you.
“There was nothing there, by the way,” he quietly says. “Feel like I should clarify that because I never really have before. Somi was still in college, foolish and a bit disillusioned. And I just didn’t want to destroy the rest of her career because you and I were going through a rough patch.”
You never really suspected he was having an affair, to begin with, but that didn’t lessen the insult and hurt you felt at the unnecessary means he used in order to slight you. What he just said, though, makes your head hurt.
“Taehyung. Are you listening to yourself? You really chose to secure a girl’s career instead of saving our relationship! And then you accused me of having my priorities messed up.”
He responds to your aggression with a dejected hum. “It sounded shitty even as I was saying it. But that was me, then. And I regret not trying hard enough. Although,” he breathes, looking at you with sad eyes as he says your name with a sadder sigh. "Don't say I chose to protect her over us, please don't say that…"
“That is pretty much how it went down, though.” You blink your tears away and bite on your bottom lip. "Do you remember your twenty-fourth birthday?"
You can spot the second Taehyung shows those familiar signs of irritation, and you are ready with your scoff. It has been four years, and he's still doing this?
"Don't give me that look. You don't know how excited—"
"And you don't know how upset I was!" he speaks over you, looking almost as angry as he did that night when you confronted him.
→ five years ago;
“What do you mean he’s away?” you barked into the phone, painted nails digging into your palms and furious eyes scanning the people scattered around the living room. “What’s going on, Jimin?”
The man on the phone sighed. “Kid, I don’t know the exact details of his schedule – I won’t have wasted a week setting things up with you if I did, trust me. It’s just what his assistant told me. They're both away to attend a very important meeting, or some shit. They can't be back until tomorrow morning. Since when does he even have an assistant?”
You rubbed at your forehead, brain melting into a useless pulp from all the stress, but plastered a smile on your face when one of the guests looked your way. “Since Halloween,” was gritted out of your clenched teeth, lips barely moving.
“Is everyone there already?”
“Yes, Jimin. Even his mom arrived fifteen minutes ago,” you informed your boyfriend’s best friend, looking at the woman mentioned, with a distressed sigh. “More than twenty hearts that I set up to break.”
“Hey, hey, none of that,” Jimin reprimanded you, the sound of his footfalls echoing through the phone due to what you assumed were the empty hallways of Taehyung’s studio where his office was located. “First off, we both decided it would be a good surprise. So we both take the fall of it blowing up in our faces. And secondly, Tae is breaking their hearts, kid. Not us.”
Your eyes watered despite Jimin’s reassurance, throat tightening at the prospect of all the questions and judgemental stares you would be subjected to on top of the disappointment from your guests. Not to mention Taehyung’s mom who took a flight out of Daegu at your insistence.
“I’ll be there soon and we’ll tell them together, okay? Just hold on for a while.”
God bless his precious soul, but Jimin’s presence wasn’t going to make things any easier for you. The reality of the night remained that you’d planned a surprise get-together for your boyfriend’s twenty-fourth birthday, collecting the closest of your friends and his to treat them to a small party at home, hoping to sew up some of the distance that had started to fester between the two of you for the last couple of months.
And he didn’t show up. Chose to attend a 'very important meeting' instead. And took his assistant along.
Your heart was shattering with each breath you took, but the night went on. 
Jimin helped you make up a lie about Taehyung getting caught up in a shooting that ran late which had delayed him from arriving on time. You convinced your guests to not stay back so late and wait for him because 'he would feel guilty,' and bid them farewell with an apology and a homemade cupcake in their hands as a parting gift. Missus Kim stayed back, eyeing you with a narrowed gaze when everyone had filtered out of your apartment.
“He isn’t just late, is he?”
You jumped at her words, panicked eyes meeting Jimin's, who froze in the middle of slipping on his boots to take his own leave.
“Don’t look at him,” the gorgeous woman caught you, chuckling. “He’s just as bad of a liar as you.”
Jimin stood up with a guilty grimace, bowing his head in apology. “I’m sorry, Mom."
She waved a hand, dismissing him with pursed lips. "Do you both even know where he is?"
No, you had no idea.
"He's… not in Seoul, actually."
Your gaze snapped to Jimin at his revelation. He hadn't told you that.
Taehyung… wasn't in the city? Where was he? When did he leave? 
He had taken his assistant with him. He didn't pick up your calls all night. His assistant picked up his phone, only when Jimin called.
Was he really away on work, or…?
No, it had to be work. You refused to jump to conclusions. He would never do this to you; not in this life, or any other that you two found yourselves together in.
But then… Why did he not tell you he was leaving?
Why wasn't he returning your calls?
What was your boyfriend hiding from you?
Heart crumpling, head pounding and darkness clouding your vision, you fell into a heap on the floor. Two pairs of legs made a frantic dash towards you, their worried voices and calls of your name reaching you through a long, narrow tunnel.
But your chest burned with humiliation and grief, things falling into themselves until you passed out on your living room floor.
When the next morning came, you were barely able to relax at the waking up without last night's paranoia in your mind, before the news reports caught up with you – your boyfriend and assistant had been spotted and photographed visiting a k-drama actress' manager in Incheon, last night. Apparently he was preparing for a 'March release' for his variety show and 'trivial things like birthdays' were not going to make him falter in his determination of working hard.
You had sat stunned at the kitchen table for hours, coffee forgotten and eyes swollen, until Taehyung arrived sometime in the late morning.
“You missed your party yesterday.”
“Ah, I know. Mom called. She was mad.”
Taehyung didn’t even look your way, simply laid down on the couch and decided to nap.
You scoffed, walking up to him with a frown. “Taehyung. It was insulting and very hurtful that you decided to just leave town without telling me.”
“Somi told Jimin, didn't he tell you?" he mumbled from beneath the arm he had over his face.
You bristled at the casual way he said his assistant's name. "Oh, yeah, he did. He also told me Somi picked up your phone. The same phone which I called on at least fifty times and got no response.
He gave a click of his tongue, still lying motionless. "What's the big deal with her handling my phone? She had it because I was talking to an important person."
"The big deal is that your phone is supposed to be private. You have a girlfriend that might send you private messages that no one but you should be privy to." You rolled your shoulders back. "On that note… maybe you should remind your assistant of the fact that you have a girlfriend."
“I have, multiple times. But... I don't think she's really all that wrong to not believe me when my ‘girlfriend’ had never even visited me at work, not once.”
“That's not fair, Tae. You've never visited my newsroom either, but I don't complain!”
“I haven't visited because you haven't invited me! And why would you? Wouldn't want Hoseok to know you have a boyfriend, right?”
You groaned, massaging your forehead as your irritation peaked. “Really? This again? Taehyung, for fuck’s sake, he's my boss.”
“He asked you to go to the Halloween Ball with him—”
“As colleagues!”
“That's what you think. Or maybe that's what you want me to think. But I'm not stupid.”
“No, you're not,” you gritted out, stare menacing and full of hatred. “You're an absolute dumbass. So you humiliated me in front of all our guests and let your mother question how weak our relationship has been because you won't trust me about Hoseok? Is that what this is? Did you go there with Somi as some dumb ploy to make me jealous?”
“What does it matter, anyway? Not like you're gonna feel anything, you never have. You don't care where I am or who I am with.”
“Where – where the fuck is this coming from? I don't feel stupidly jealous because I am secure in our relationship! I trust you and know that no matter what anyone tries, you're never gonna betray me!”
“Oh? And I'm insecure for not liking the fact that your boss asked you to go to a party with him? When he knew you have a boyfriend?”
“Yes! Yes, you're insecure! Which doesn't make any sense, because look at you, Tae! Have you seen yourself? A successful PD that artists run after to get him to take them into his variety shows. Idols flirt with you! Anyone would feel like the luckiest person in the world to be with you!”
“Do you?”
“Do you feel lucky to be with me?”
What the heck was he trying to get on? "Of course, I feel lucky to have you, Tae. What sort of a question is that?"
For a moment, something soft and familiar entered his face. But the next second, it was back to harsh lines and twisted anger that you did not recognise, at all.
"Well, you sure don't act like it."
Stunned, you just stared at him for a while. When it became apparent that he was waiting for you to say something to defend his baseless blame, you scoffed.
"I have a busy job and an NGO to take care of. I'm sorry I can't be a doting girlfriend all the time that worships the floor you walk on!" You shook your head. "But it's nothing you didn't already know when we started dating, Tae."
He didn't look towards you, instead staring at his hands. "You had time for the Halloween gala. You made time for the Christmas gala. You just… It's not about time. You've just stopped prioritising me." With a quick glance tossed at you, he allowed you to peak at all the heartbreak he contained in him. But then he gave a wry chuckle. "Or maybe, something about your office events makes you want to distance yourself from me?"
His indication was, clear as day, Hoseok again. 
You ground your teeth in pain coloured irritation. "You're talking out of your ass, Kim Taehyung. For the last time, he's my boss and—"
"I'm done with this conversation." He made to step away with a roll of his eyes but you stopped him.
"No, you're not. Stop being an insecure asshole and apologise for last night," you beseeched, looking into his eyes with a defeated sigh and slumped shoulders. "That was all I wanted, to begin with."
"Maybe sometime later, I'm too agitated to apologise right now."
And he shoved your hand off his arm and stalked towards the bathroom.
As you went about cleaning the scatter of supplies you'd left in the kitchen after last night, your need for an apology from him went down and the need for a breather away from him started to surface.
The decision you finally made after four months had started to cement that morning, on the last day of the year and the first day of the defeat you felt for the two of you.
Blinking away tears, you look at Taehyung's face and wonder if he remembers as much as you do. Or if his own annoyance over the situation still clouds his sense of what he did wrong that day. 
"Yeah, upset. More often than not, I felt like this airheaded guy next to you because our works were so vastly different. You were dealing with real people, real problems – and I was creating dumb shows to entertain people with these simulations of made up problems." He looks at you with pained eyes. "And then you had someone like Hoseok wanting to take you to events with him."
"What do you mean by someone like Hoseok?" you ask with a small groan, hating the memories of all the fights you both had because of the unsuspecting guy. 
"Someone smart, someone fun. Someone who understood your work. Someone you could confide in better than me. Someone who spent way more time with you than I ever could because of our schedules and busy jobs." He shrugs his shoulders, looking down at his feet. "I felt like if he really tried, Hoseok could steal you away from me. And some part of me actually realised that it would be good for you if it happened. And that drove me nuts."
This is the first time he has ever expressed the true extent of his insecurity about Hoseok – the man who is still your boss but is now in a happy marriage, because despite Taehyung's suspicions, neither you nor Hoseok ever had any kind of feelings for each other.
"Taehyung," you sigh, eyes misting at the way he stands with his limbs curled in, as if trying to make himself look smaller. "It was never like that. Never ever."
"Then why did you break up with me before a trip with him?"
Surprised at the way he has twisted up his view of the situation, you quickly step towards him and shake your head. "No. No it wasn't like that, at all. I broke – broke up because we had stopped understanding each other," you try to remind him. "It was never about anybody else. Not Hoseok, not Somi. It was about our trust in each other and the way it was crumbling under the pressure of our demanding workplaces. We were becoming toxic for each other, Tae."
Taehyung doesn't look like he understands any of that. And you know why. He has always been very simple and raw about his emotions and feelings – never really getting into gritty details of anything other than what he feels when it came to your relationship. He always believed that you could make it work as long as you had each other; as long as you had love. But that is not how it works. And he has to understand that.
"Do you resent me?"
He looks at you in surprise at your question.
"For breaking your heart?"
"I resent you for breaking both of our hearts," he tells you and a thick layer of comfort washes over you at his acknowledgement of your own hurt. "There were so many other things we could have done, back then… Things that would've saved our mental health as well our relationship. We could've gotten professional help, went to couple therapy, maybe lived separately for a while. But you just gave up."
You hang your head, fully aware that every single word he is saying is true. 
Back then, you were obsessed with the idea of salvaging your sanity and not wasting away your youth by crying over your relationship, because you were so full of energy and drive that you felt like you could really change the world if you tried hard enough. Being with Taehyung started to be synonymous to pain and frustration, which you inadvertently brought to work and had it affect your productivity. It started taking a toll on you after a while, so much so that cutting things off to allow both of you to breathe was the best solution you could come up with.
Now, though, looking back at how difficult it has been to cope with all that world has to offer, by your lonesome self, maybe you'd do things differently.
But you still stand by the reality that you only did what you felt would be good for you both.
“Are you still mad at me about the Somi debacle?”
You are not surprised that he puts up the question. It’s as you have always known; Taehyung doesn’t care much for the complexities in a relationship beyond the baser emotions. When he’s in love, he’s just in love – and when you’re angry, you’re just angry in his eyes. 
Very silently, you breathe out and shake your head. “It was never really about Somi. I just explained it to you.”
“I… Then why have you been so cold to me the entire time, tonight?”
The vulnerability in his small voice tears down all the protective walls you have built up high around your heart. 
You don’t even know what to say to him, how to explain what you feel. You definitely have been avoiding him, ignoring him and yelling at him – but is it because you are actually angry? Or just trying to avoid your true feelings? You don’t know.
“I don’t know,” you honestly admit, slipping off the stool, your eyes lowered to his feet. “I’m sorry for being a bitch, but… I just… I don’t know, Tae. I never should have come here. I’m sorry I ruined your night.”
You turn away from him, closing your eyes to keep tears at bay. You should have left this party the moment you found out Jimin was hosting it with Taehyung. You should have… moved out of the damn apartment after your break-up. 
But you thought you were strong enough to brave all of this without anything getting to you. Well, you were wrong. A lot of it has gotten to you and you don’t even know how long it will take for you to get back on your feet. Maybe you should start with moving out of the apartment, foremost.
You’re still ruminating on your regrets, when a strong hand grabs your upper arm from behind. You didn’t even hear him move. Before you can turn to look at him, you feel his presence directly up against your back, his damp exhales warm on the exposed skin of your shoulder.
“You didn’t ruin my night,” whispers his deep, gruff voice next to the shell of your ear and you shudder. “You ruined me. All those years ago… you ruined me when you left.”
Breathing sped up, you slowly turn in his arms, coming up so close to his face when you look up, that you have to repeatedly blink to ground yourself. 
He is so beautiful. Hair up and away from his forehead but still slightly messy because he has this habit of fiddling with it whenever he is anxious. Soft brown eyes wild and liquid with the exact same devastation that compresses your own chest, cheekbones high and dotted with a red hue from his agitation, the same hue that his lips have lost due to how tightly he has them pressed together.
He is so beautiful that it’s painful to have him so close and yet so far away from you.
“Tae, I… I understand it was difficult – trust me, I suffered more than I thought I would. But it was important.”
Now, you planned to elaborate on your point and try to make him see how the years apart made the two of you get to know yourselves better instead of you going down the road of destroying each other you were headed to.
But before you can do any of that, Taehyung’s face turns cloudy, his overthinking brain obviously drawing all sorts of wrong conclusions from your singular statement.
“Important? Are you being for real?” is gritted out through his teeth, hand letting go of your arm and feet stepping away.
“I cannot fall in love again!” he yells, but all his voice carries in its loudness is immeasurable pain. “It’s – it’s been five years since you left, and there’s still this huge, gaping hole in my chest that nothing and no one can ever fill because it is shaped like you! And you…” His shoulders roll down in a defeated slump. “You think us separating was important.”
His biggest concern is not being able to fall in love again? Your heart, hurting and paining, jumps up to lodge in your throat. Trembling lips rolled into your mouth, you stare at him with watery eyes but an even gaze.
“I have a gaping hole shaped like you in my chest too, which will remain like that. And so will yours.” You breathe out. “Remember when I told you anyone would be lucky to have you? And you asked me if I felt lucky, too?” At his hesitant nod, you lean into his face, eyebrows drawn menacingly. “I felt like the luckiest woman in the whole world by your side, Taehyung. But all you could think of was how any other guy would come steal me from you, because you believed I was that easily moved.”
A tear leaves your eye when his own pair starts to glimmer with the salty water. But you have to tell him – he has to remember he wasn’t alone in his hurt.
“I was neck deep in love with you. But you just couldn’t learn to trust me. You’re worried about falling in love again? Where will you find someone willing to deal with your insecurities when you drove me away? If I couldn't put up with you, no one else would ever be able to, Kim Taehyung.”
Your words are met with heartbreak on his face. Lower lip quivering, his own tears brim his eyes and start to topple over in beaded trails down his cheeks. 
Great, now you both are crying. This is so stupid. This shouldn’t have been happening, God, you should have been working on an article and Taehyung should have been enjoying the launch of his club. 
And now you will both sob your way into the new year. Like absolute idiots who can’t help hurting one another every time you two come within reach.
“But I’ve never wanted anyone else to do that,” he suddenly says, voice choked and gritty. “I just wanted you back.”
“We were going to ruin each other, Tae,” comes your breathy claim, sounding as broken as his does.
“And now? Do we stand to ruin each other still?”
What? What does he mean by that? Why would he ask you that? Terrified of the implications, you take a small step away from Taehyung, your eyes wide and not meeting his.
“Is everything lost for us? Forever?”
Now, there’s nothing else he could mean by that.
“I… I think I should leave,” you murmur in a rush, hurriedly stepping away, unwilling to have this conversation with him.
He is not having it, though because one moment you’re walking off, and the next you have your wrist in his grasp – being spun around and pushed against the nearest wall, his other hand holding onto your waist to fix you in place.
Your wide eyes look up at him and his narrowed ones look down at you. “No. You pushed me out of your life once, I won’t let you do it a second time. Not when I have you so close to me again…”
Senses haywire, all you can focus on is the golden skin of his face, the planes of his cheeks glowing with the trails of tears. His heart shaped lips quiver, coming closer to yours. You look up into his dark eyes that lock yours in place.
“I never stopped loving you,” he breathes a hair's breadth away from your lips and you greedily inhale his air, heart skipping multiple beats at a time as he finishes with, “Did you?”
And you know, you absolutely know that the sane thing to do, right now, would be to push him off you and leave this place. Tell him to remember himself – remember where the two of you stand in your lives, and not mess up the temporary calm you two have attained with so much difficulty.
But you do none of that.
Because his eyes are glassy and lips are glossy and you still love him – love him so much, it feels impossible. Your lips are the one to catch his, but his are the ones that push hard against yours.
All at once – the world is a very familiar but a very scary place. His lips transport you back to when you were crazy in love. But they also remind you of all the tears. They taste like his favourite strawberry chapstick. But they also taste like guilt, regret and a million apologies.
Taehyung holds you tighter, pushes you against the wall harder, and slides a leg between yours to jam you in your place. His tongue slips past your lips with practised ease, tangling with yours. The battle – so intimate and so yours – has been perfectly memorised by your body, so much so that you move on muscle memory, gripping the back of his neck and tilting your head just right to taste the delicious cavern of his mouth that you have so desperately missed.
Your passion is returned in kind, Taehyung’s exploring hands reaching up to hold your breasts, as if relearning their curves. His lips detach from yours with a heavy gasp, wasting no time before travelling down your neck like second nature.
Well, it is second nature to them – Taehyung has always loved marking up the line of your throat, and the way his teeth make small scrapes against your skin reacquaint you with the fact.
“Tae,” you breathe, eyes shut and head pressed against the hard surface behind it. 
You do not know what you are calling out for. But you can’t help saying his name out loud; making this moment of having his skin against yours more tangible.
“Tae… Taehyung… Tae baby…”
His groan is sponged into your collarbones by his wet, open mouthed kisses. And then, in a movement faster than the blinks of your rapidly fluttering eyelids, his long, slender fingers curl against the upper hem of your dress and tug it down, baring you from the waist up.
You do not get the time to show your shock, let alone bring yourself back to the reality of what you are doing and whom you are doing it with, before his hands have your breasts cupped in them again. This time, without the layer of your dress’s padded cloth.
All that escapes your mouth is a winding moan, body jolting when he pinches both your nipples between his thumb and the knuckle of his index finger of either hand. 
“So fucking pretty.” 
His voice is impossibly dark and deep, something you’ve heard multiple times before and lose your mind to, every single time. This time bears no exception. Then he leans down to wrap his lips around one of the pebbled tips of your breasts, and you keel over, screaming his name and digging your nails into his back. Tongue flicking at the sensitive nub, his teeth rub over it lightly before he sucks hard.
“Tae…” You helplessly whisper, lost in the sensations only he seems to be capable of igniting in your body.
Raising his head from your breast, he lets his free hand travel down your side to slip past the slit in your dress to trace the hem of your panties, and answers you with a softly breathed, “Yes, baby?” 
His flushed face greets your vision when you open your eyes again. Your own probably looks the same, because you can feel your ears getting warmer by the moment as the pads of his deft fingers scratch at the fabric of your underwear, right above your wet centre. And you’re lost again, closing your eyes and moaning out an elongated version of his name.
“Please… touch me…”
The fingers immediately slide the crotch of your panties aside to brush up against your naked pussy – sensitive and coated with your wetness. A hissed breath is released past your lips, teeth pulling the bottom one between them as you try to keep quiet while Taehyung moves his fingers through your slick centre. His digits travel from the outer edges of your slit, up to your clit and pause there, very lightly tapping at your sensitive nub, before travelling back down.
You are whimpering now, opening up your legs wider and hooking one over his waist in desperation. Taehyung remains unrelenting, teasing you until thick tears of arousal tumble down your cheeks. With a hum that sounds nothing short of sinister satisfaction, he leans in to plant a soft kiss over the tear tracks on your cheeks, and finally, finally slips two of his fingers past your entrance. They curl against your heated insides with practised familiarity, his hand making small pumping motions until he is a little over knuckles deep. 
The tips of his fingers know where to touch you and how tenderly – and he drags them against your rough patch of nerves in a flurry of motions, making you wrap all your limbs around him, sobbing his name over and over again.
Taehyung’s head falls to your shoulder, lips planting kisses between his whispers of your own name back to you.
“I missed you so much, baby… you’re so gorgeous…” he breathes into your skin, kissing a line up to the back of your ear. “I love you so much.”
Emotions and arousal churn inside of you, confusing you and dragging you to the point of delirium. All you know is that you don’t want him to stop, never want him to stop. Stop what – talking or doing what he is with his fingers?
Maybe both. 
So you allow a moan to escape your lips, push your face into his chest, your cheek against the lapel of his coat, and mumble an aching, “I need you inside me, Tae…”
“Yeah?” he immediately holds you tighter against his body, nearly lifting you off the floor, his hair brushing your shoulders as he dips to plant kisses over your breasts that are pressed against his form. “Want me to fuck you, my love?”
“Please… Please, Tae…”
With a muttered curse, he pulls his fingers out of you, making you open your eyes to watch them wordlessly disappear into his mouth. He looks completely fucked out, cheeks a brilliant rosy red, lips swollen as if he’s been nibbling on them, and eyes glazed over. 
Taehyung is without a doubt the most handsome man you have seen in your life. But Taehyung during sex? That is a whole other level of irresistible deliciousness that always drives you crazy. Right now, he looks like he is going to devour you. And you so badly want him to.
Using the hand holding your waist, he twirls you around to press your front against the wall. The roughness of the wall immediately makes your sensitive nipples sting, but you are too far lost in the feel of his hands baring your ass to him – your dress neatly folded over your hips. He grabs the side of your waist to tug your ass back, stepping in between your spread legs. And as you support yourself with your arms against the wall, the sound of his zipper being undone bathes your ears with an echo. There’s a crinkling of foil that follows the sound, which doesn’t surprise you at all. Taehyung has always been very careful and caring in every aspect of your sex life. All of these thoughts just work to heighten your arousal further.
And then he’s there, the fat head of his cock nudging at your entrance, both hands holding onto the cheeks of your ass, spreading them apart lewdly. His length runs through your juices, nudging against the hood of your clit, and you whine, pressing your forehead against the cold surface of the PVC wall panel in front of you. 
“Ready, baby?” Taehyung asks you as if to tease you, the knowing lilt in his voice spilling with mischief.
He knows you are more than ready; have been literally begging him. You try to exhale but a tight groan comes out instead when he pushes just the head of his thick and long – almost too long for you to handle – cock into you.
“Oh, yeah, you’re so ready,” comes his throaty murmur. “So fucking wet, you’re dripping all over me…”
He pushes further in without any more words, the only sounds around you both are your heavy breaths and his gasps of effort as he works his girthy length into your tight channel. 
The way Taehyung fills you up so completely is a feeling you have found nowhere else in the world. The bulging veins running beneath the velvet surface of his cock brush against all the right spots in you despite the layer of latex between you both, and your walls give way for him to be driven all the way in, have him buried to the hilt. He raises your body into a standing position and snakes both his hands to the front of your torso, gripping at your breasts to pull you against him with your back flat against his front. Using them as leverage, he pounds into you hard and fast.
“Fuck – fuck – Tae!”
He grumbles an unintelligible response into the back of your neck, nose pushed into your hair and lips tracing wet patterns on your skin. 
You feel fully surrounded by him – held in his embrace, filled up with him and every breath you take carries the scent of his cologne. Every thrust of his length in you pushes the globes of your breasts further into his large palms, his grunts filtering into your ears. You respond with high-pitched renditions of his name, legs turned to jelly with how hard he is fucking you.
"Missed you," he gasps into you ear in between his motions, with, "so – fucking – much," enunciated in time with the movement of his hips.
You blindly nod, eyes shut and tears leaking through your lids. His grip suddenly loosens on you, hands sliding down your body to mould against the dip of your waist and hold you tight again. Your spine arches, shifting away from him when his thrusts slow down to let you adjust, and head settles over one of the arms that you have braced against the wall.
Taehyung rolls your body onto his cock, growling your name entwined with curses. "Did you miss me too?" he pants, pistoning himself in you, hitting all your sensitive spots.
A sob leaves you, eyes clenching tighter. You missed him. God knows how fucking much. "I – I did…"
"Good… Should've never fucking left me, God," he hisses, movements a blur behind you, the push of his length against that one spongy spot deep within you, making your eyes roll back and a coil begin to tighten in your belly. "I should've fought harder… Begged more…"
His words reach you later than they should because the cloud of lust that envelops you is too thick to permeate. But his words are sharp and extremely heavy – when they get to you, they drop straight down to your stomach, tearing through everything in their wake.
Because you really destroyed him, didn't you? Cursed him to a lifetime of pain just because you couldn't handle fights?
Your eyes open and multiple tears dribble down your face, heart torn.  
"Tae," your whimper, tears falling non-stop even as your orgasm draws closer. "You – you did everything you c–could… fuck… I didn't even try…"
His pace falters, slowing down, a hand racing up your waist to cup your chin and pull it to the side. Your teary eyes meet his own red rimmed ones. 
"Do you love me?"
Oh, God… You're about to say yes, aren't you?
Desperate eyes scan your own, waiting, hoping – but as your uncertain gaping continues, his hips start to snap harder again. His eyes turn to slits, teeth grind together and then his grip on your chin becomes bruising as he grunts, "Talk to me when I ask you a question…"
His dominant persona has always been your undoing, so you aren't the least bit surprised when a whimpered moan is coaxed out of you, along with a jumble of confession.
"I love you! I love – love you so much, Tae! So much, fuck!"
Taehyung curses against the back of your neck, and then separates his upper body from yours to bring his palm down in a sharp spank against your ass. You cry out, brought to the edge by his action.
"A fucking brat, left your man all alone as if – as if you could live without me, huh?"
Beyond the anger and sexual need, you hear pain in his voice and shut your eyes in apology. "Baby… I love you…"
In response, he pulls his length out of you. 
But your gasping protests get swallowed by his mouth when he immediately spins you around to press up against you again, lips on yours and a hand wrapped around your throat. The other hand taps at your thigh to get you to manoeuver your legs around his hip.
He effortlessly holds you up against the wall and slides his cock home again, this time with his teeth digging into your tongue.
"You fucking killed me, baby," he grunts into your mouth, snapping his hips against yours angrily. "It's been h–hell without you…"
His jaw tightens just as his hand tightens around your throat. You groan when  the action builds your peak quicker than before.
"I'm… I'm sorry…" You do not recognise the voice that comes out of you, but you mean your apology with your heart. 
"And so am I, baby, shit… So fucking sorry, you have no fucking idea…" His words are nearly sobbed, but you feel them seep into your bones.
Then his lips move to lick a path down your chin, and then, tightening his grip on your throat to the point where you actually feel your air supply getting cut off, he latches onto a nipple with a hum of delight. 
All sensations crescending in under a minute, you give a muffled shout of Taehyung's name, eyes screwing shut and hips stuttering uncontrollably against his as you are toppled over the edge. The walls of your pussy quiver around his cock in a delicious rhythm which has your back arching and a cry tearing out of your throat.
Your vision goes completely dark. The zaps of electricity that run across your skin are something only Taehyung has ever been capable of eliciting from you.
Almost immediately, before you can even catch your bearings, he whimpers your name against your breast and goes stiff over you. You wait in anticipation as he groans, releasing himself into the condom.
Taehyung still keeps you in the air against the wall despite the jitters that wrack his body, exhaling shuddering breaths that mist over your sweaty collarbones. His arms are the only buoys holding you up from sinking to the ground with exhausted relief, and you cling onto them with desperation. His softening length still rests in you and some part of you feels unwilling to let go of it, making you involuntarily clench. Hissing, Taehyung grips your waist harder.
A hand swipes at your hair, shifting it off your forehead, which makes you realise your eyes are shut. When a finger tips your chin up, you open them to meet Taehyung's gaze. His cheeks are flushed and eyes tender. Noticing the mess that has become of his hair, you run your hands up to his own forehead, attempting to arrange it. 
His plush lips spread into a soft smile, then inhaling, "You… said you love me," he breathes out against your face. You stiffen, eyes dropping to his tie and shirt which he didn't even take off. "Did you mean it?"
You did. You absolutely meant it.
But something in you holds you back from confirming it.
A heavy, heartbreaking sigh leaves him, body visibly slumping in defeat. Very slowly, Taehyung pulls out of you and makes to unwind your legs from around his waist, and you—
You feel like you're about to lose him again. 
As if releasing you right now would mean that he will never touch you again. Never be near you again. Never look at you again.
And the mere thought of that frightens you to death.
So you cross your ankles behind his back and run your arms up his biceps to hold onto the back of his neck. His surprised eyes fly to yours, hesitant but so immensely full of hope, you nearly tear up again.
Inhaling deeply, you nod. "Yes. I meant it. I love you, Tae. Always have, never stopped."
A sharp inhale, followed by a gasping chuckle, and Taehyung's eyes widen in wonder. "You… didn't?"
You shake your head. "Not for a single moment. Even when I wanted to tear your hair out, I loved you more than is humanly possible."
His grip on you tightens before he brings your head to his chest, embracing you like his life depends on it. And maybe it does, because yours does too, which is why you wrap yourself around him like a koala, unbothered how you're still bare except for the dress bunched up in the middle of your waist.
The feel of his firm chest and strong, thumping heartbeat under your ear has tears flowing from your eyes unbidden.
"You," you murmur with a sniffle, "you said you're sorry. Did you—"
"Meant every word," he whispers into your hair in between pressing multiple kisses over it.
A weight suddenly lifts off your shoulders. "You do?" 
"I am so terribly sorry for every damn thing I did to you, baby." His hold on you tightens a bit more. "And I wish… I wish I'd apologised every time you needed me to. I wish I'd fired Somi when you asked me to… I wish I fucking trusted you when you told me not to worry about Hoseok. I…"
He pulls away to meet your gaze and a sob crawls out of you at the wrecked look on his face.
"I wish I was better to you, baby. And I wish I can go back and correct all the things I did wrong, but…"
You nod. "M–me, too. I wish I understood you better. And – and that I was braver, fought for us instead of quitting when things got tough…"
The two of you stare at each other in silence for a while after that. There's nothing much left to say, anyway. 
It is no secret to you how much you suffered in his absence. How you laid awake in bed, nights upon nights, missing Taehyung and his warm cuddles. How you cried yourself to sleep in the early hours of the morning, berating yourself for doing what you did to the two of you. How you used to avoid him at any cost when he tried to get to you because you knew he could make your resolve crumble. 
How you kept hoping you did the right thing.
How the pain in your heart always argued that the right thing wouldn't hurt so much.
You have been so stupid. God, you've been a complete and absolute idiot.
Did you really forget all that time when you and him made plans for your future back in college? Nights spent under the blanket of stars, gazing at the twinkling diamonds in the sky and wondering if you'd both fly high enough to touch them someday.
You were supposed to do that together.
Why did you let go of that dream so easily?
You gave up when you should've done the opposite of that. Kept thinking your happily-ever-after was flawed, when it was you that stopped trying.
And now when you look into the eyes of the love of your life, you never want to look away.
"It's not all your fault, baby," he whispers because he reads you. He knows you, the way no one ever has and no one ever will. "I let my insecurities dictate the way I acted around you… Always assumed the worst, let my fears do the thinking instead of logic."
You exhale. "What if – what if we try again?"
"What?" His eyes jump to saucers, sparkling with more than just excitement. "You…"
And he’s looking at you as if it’s surreal. Which doesn’t make sense because of course this is what you would suggest. It is where your conversation was headed, the logical conclusion of the two of you resolving your misunderstandings and apologising for your past mistakes.
But – he looks at you as if hearing you say it makes his heart drum against yours like a metronome, as if in the last five miserable years the two of you stayed away from each other, he has never considered this to be a reasonable possibility. And if he is thinking all of that, he isn’t too off the mark, is he?
Because you gave up all hope as well.
Your grip on him tightens, bringing your faces closer. "I don't wanna be away from you again, Tae. And – and I know we have run away from our problems and caused more problems, but we can try to do better, right? We can learn. Right?"
Taehyung's response is a watery smile and a nod so vigorous, it jolts both of you. You push your face into his neck with a giggle and he does the same to you, saying, "It might take time, but we will find our way. We will learn each other again."
And you just nod back, dissolving in his tight embrace. "Promise to trust me more? I promise to understand you better."
"I promise. I promise, baby, I promise." 
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Jimin passes you a knowing smile when you walk out of the venue with your hand entwined with Taehyung's, telltale rumples in your gown and a shit eating grin on your companion's face. 
"Missed having you around, kid," Jimin mumbles as you wrap your arms around him in a hug. "Never make me pick sides again, okay?"
“I never did, but Tae needed you more.” You pull away with a smile. "And I missed you, too."
Sometime later, Jungkook finds you and nearly cries in happiness when you tell him what happened. Well, minus the r-rated details, that is. 
You and Taehyung are going back to your own places for the night, which makes both Jimin and Jungkook raise impressed eyebrows when Taehyung and you join them in their respective cars. But you both are determined.
This time, you don’t want any glitches in your happily-ever-after and you will do things the right way to get to it. This time, there won’t be overthinking and assumptions, you’ll replace them with communication.
As your cars drive each other by, moving in different directions, you and Taehyung pass each other soft smiles.
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jeonqkooks · 2 days ago
might as well | kth
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Taehyung makes sure the two of you two live up to your tardy reputation.
pairing: taehyung x reader
rating: 18+ (minors dni)
genre/warnings: established relationship, fluff if you squint, smut (pwp), just a lil quickie, protected sex, big dicc!tae, dirty talk
word count: 1.4k
note: this has been sitting in my drafts for over a month now. i said i’d post it like 4 weeks ago and i just.. didn’t lol. again, not very edited sooo if you see any mistakes, you absolutely did not!
— as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡
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You’re adding the final touches to your makeup and finishing it off with a setting spray when two strong arms wrap around you from behind in a warm embrace.
“Hi,” you greet your boyfriend, turning your head to the side to press a kiss to his cheek.
“Hi, baby,” he says as he examines the material of your dress between his fingers. 
When he pulls you closer and holds your body flushed against his, you feel his intention before he voices it.
“Taehyung, no,” you chastise him like a puppy. “We promised we’d be on time for once!”
“Come on, baby,” he pouts adorably, however what his hips are doing is anything but innocent. He’s rutting his erection against your ass, breath hitching with every shallow thrust like he’s a horny teenager again though you’re not sure if he ever really grew out of that phase.
He doesn’t wait for you to respond before he’s slipping a hand under your dress to cup you through your lace panties. “Tae!” you gasp and instinctively grind down on his hand. This is how you know it’s a losing battle. He does this every time and it always works on you.
When he feels your panties start to dampen, he smirks as he rubs your clothed clit. “I’m hard and you’re wet,” he states, kissing your neck to further persuade you. “We might as well just fuck, y’know?”
“Tae…” you sigh, your resolve hanging by a thread with every stroke of his fingers. The more you grind against his hand, the more your ass unintentionally brushes his dick. “He’s gonna be mad,” you whine in vain.
“Let him,” he shrugs indifferently. He turns your body around to face him and presses a peck to your lips with a sweet smile. “I’ll be quick, I promise. Fifteen minutes, hmm?”
You narrow your eyes at him suspiciously. It’s never fifteen minutes; he’ll just want to fuck you longer once he’s inside and you’ll be too lost in pleasure to protest.
“Fine. But seriously, be quick.”
Taehyung practically drags you to the bed and pushes you down before he fumbles with his belt for a minute. As you wait for him to step out of his slacks and pull his cock out of his boxers, you quickly slide your panties down your legs and lie back, ready for him whenever he is.
When his fingers slide under the dress again and come into contact with your bare and slickening pussy, he lets out a stupidly attractive groan that sends a rush of arousal straight through your body.
You stop him when his fingers start to circle your entrance, ready to stretch you out. “It’s okay. Just fuck me.”
“You sure?” he asks.
You give him a hum of confirmation and bunch the skirt around your waist, revealing your cunt to him and grinding against his bare cock. The feeling of your wet folds makes Taehyung groan in anticipation while he fumbles with his wallet in search of a condom. When he finally pulls one out, he throws the wallet to the ground carelessly, all of his focus directed at tearing into the tinfoil and wrapping the rubber around his member.
Fuck, you’re a sight to see—laid underneath him all flushed and needy, legs spread widely to give him the best view of your glistening pussy. How he wishes he could just ditch this dinner and have his way with you till you can’t walk anymore, but Seokjin will most likely have his head if he doesn’t show up to the one event that the older man has been planning for weeks.
“I’m gonna take my time with you later, sweetheart,” Taehyung grunts as he gives himself a few experimental pumps. “Right now, I just need to feel you cream on my cock.”
His tip teases your entrance before he pushes in, making both of your breaths hitch as you finally connect. He doesn’t stop until he’s fully sheathed inside your velvet walls, but he doesn’t move just yet to let you adjust to his size. “Ah, Tae…” you whimper as his cock stretches your pussy a little uncomfortably.
“I know, baby,” he kisses your neck and squeezes your hips apologetically, though it’s not really his fault that he was blessed with such a generous package. You gasp when he rubs your clit to help you relax and open up more. Soon, your natural slick starts to ooze from your widening hole, coating his condom-clad member and his fingers that are still stimulating your bundle of nerves. 
“Ah…” you mewl, beginning to grow needy, “fuck me, Tae.”
Immediately pulling his hips back, you both moan when he pushes forward again, gliding his hard cock along your wet walls. Taehyung repeats the movements over, and over, and over again, until your mouth is hanging open with incoherent cries as you feel your climax approaching.
When he leans down for a kiss, you put a hand on his chest to stop him. “No,” you breathe, “you’ll ruin my makeup.”
He rolls his eyes half-heartedly before ducking down to press soft kisses to the skin of your neck. He doesn’t dare suck hickeys into your delicate canvas, knowing you’ll scold him later if you have to scramble to cover up the marks. 
“You feel so good, sweetheart,” he coos, shifting his hips slightly to fuck you harder. “This pretty pussy is made for my cock, yeah?”
“Only for you,” you moan brokenly, body shifting up the bed slightly whenever he thrusts into you. The sounds of his balls slapping against your ass echo around the room and make you even wetter than you already are. “Ah fuck, Tae!” a particularly sharp thrust has you crying out and clutching his shoulders. “Faster, please… I wanna cum on your cock so bad… You always fuck me so good, baby.”
“Fuck,” he grunts, a hand landing on your chest to paw at one of your tits through your clothes. Your sweet moans in his ears, your supple breast in his palm, your tight cunt sucking him in whenever he pulls back. “Are you almost there?” his voice is strained as he tries to keep his orgasm at bay.
Ironically, his phone suddenly buzzes to life somewhere across the room, maybe on your vanity table, with a call from whom he’s sure must be Seokjin. The sounds of the device vibrating harshly against the wood startle you, your pussy clamping down unexpectedly hard on his cock and it almost makes him cum in the process. 
“Almost,” you mumble weakly, trying to focus on your impending release and ignoring the annoying buzzing, which thankfully ceases after a moment. “So close…”
Taehyung picks up the pace to help you get there, fucking you faster and rougher than before, the base of his cock rubs against your clit with every thrust. “Come on, come on,” he chants quietly, “wanna feel you cum for me.”
Your body obliges, your walls contracting around him as you come apart from the pleasure. “T–Taehyung…” when his name keeps falling from your lips while he fucks you through your high, he can’t help but let his body succumb too.
“Ah, fuck!” His warm seed fills the condom and you wish that he was shooting his cum into you instead. Your pussy squeezes his cock to help him prolong his orgasm and milk him of everything. “Fuck, sweetheart, I love you…”
“Love you too,” you whisper and pull him down for a peck, still careful to not ruin your makeup. He stays inside of you for a few more moments, grinning lazily above you and only pulling out when his dick starts to soften and his cum starts to spill from the condom.
As Taehyung gets up to throw the used rubber in the trash, you just lay there, legs still spread and pussy still glistening with your release, too tired to move. 
“Why do you always get horny whenever we have to go out?” you ask accusingly.
“It’s not my fault!” he raises his hands in mock defense, returning to your side and wiping at your messy pussy with a wet towel. “You only wear dresses when we attend something and y’know, it gets me going.”
(When you show up at Seokjin’s apartment forty five minutes after the agreed upon time, he only gives you two a look and shakes his head. “I’m disappointed, but I can’t say I’m surprised.”)
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jigglyjeon · 6 hours ago
cake --> jjk
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summary: in which you bake your best friend a birthday cake that goes to good use along with a spontaneous surprise.
pairing(s): jungkook x female reader
genre: pure smut, bf2l ^.^
rating: 18+
warning tags: mentions of male masturbation, making out, brief food play, motorboating, unprotected sex (don’t even think about trying it irl i’m watching you), cum eating
word count: 2k +
a/n: unedited, apologies for mistakes ^.^ also if i ever miss warning tags feel free to let me know if necessary ~
The two of had just finished cleaning up in comfortable silence after the small gathering Jungkook just had for his birthday, he’s now in the shower as your baking him his favourite cake. You get done icing it up and clean up the kitchen before you go to check if Jungkook is done so you can hopefully clean up too and share the cake together over a movie. 
You raise a brow when you can hear the water running still, along with the sound of faint whimpers. You’re unsure if you’re hearing things so you move closer and press your ear up to the door. The sound is a lot louder now, and you can hear his staggering breaths. You can’t justify why you quietly open the door just a crack, your curiosity getting the better of you. “Fuck, Y/N”
That was not what you expected at all. You’d always had feelings for Jungkook, but as your best friend and roommate you never stood a chance. That’s what you thought anyway. “Shit, shit.” And he sounds so sexy when he moans.
Never did you think that he thought of you that way, especially not after he brought home different girlfriends and one night stands over the years living together.
You can practically feel yourself drooling, but you find the will to pull yourself away, going to your room to change out of your day clothes and into your pyjamas. You’ll take a shower later. 
You’re sitting at the counter on your phone when he remerges in nothing but basketball shorts, rubbing a small towel against his wet hair. You look up at him with a bored expression when he announces his presence, inhaling deeply through his nose. “Smells amazing, that for us?” He rubs his hands together.  
“Mhm, for you.” You mumble, locking your phone. He moves up behind you, peering around to press a friendly kiss to your cheek. His warmth from the hot shower he just had radiates off of him, and the feeling of his lips of your cold cheek makes you shiver. “You’re a saint. Really, thank you.” He smiles warmly at you, and you blush. “Of course, happy birthday Kook.”
“I have another surprise for you.” You’re being impulsive, risky with this sudden idea. “Do you want to eat cake and watch a movie, or do you want it now?” You swivel in your chair toward him, he’s sipping on a glass of water and pushing back his wet hair out of his face with his free hand. 
His eyes light up, putting down the glass near the sink. “You’re really spoiling me today, Y/N.” He chuckles, looking down at the cake then back at you. “I think I’m too curious to see the surprise? Let’s do that first.” 
 You clear your throat, heart pounding through your ears – it’s now or never. You take him by the wrists and lead him to the couch and sit him down. “Wait here, close your eyes and don’t open them until I tell you, kay?” He nods, humming in agreement as he squeezes his eyes shut dramatically. You giggle and rush off to your bedroom. 
You search for your silk robe and remove the belt. This’ll work perfectly, the traditional red bow on a present. You dig through your lingerie but you’re not feeling any of them. Maybe…maybe this would be better? 
You undress in a hurry, leaving you in your own birthday suit. Ironic, given the circumstance. You wrap the bow around tour breasts, and it surprisingly pushes them up ever so slightly. You fix your hair a little and decide that you look good enough. Even though you like Jungkook more than a friend, he’s still Jungkook, your best friend. 
You suck in a sharp breath and exhale heavily. Nerves are taking over you and your heart stammers in your chest as you pull on your white knee-high socks before making your way back out. 
“Are you finally back? Can I open my eyes yet?” He’s grinning wide, visibly excited. You know it’s not gonna be what he expects, but you hope it doesn’t completely disappoint him. You nibble on your lip, as you go to the kitchen to grab the small cake, composing yourself as you place it behind you on the coffee table in front of him. You turn around, your heart pounding in your chest at the sight of your best friend of many years.
“Okay,” you sigh. “Open” You flinch when his eyes finally open, pupils dilating and you flinch at the silent reaction. He opens his mouth, closes it again before he finally speaks. “Fuck…” He sings, he’s in awe and the reaction is flattering, you can’t lie. 
“D-do you like it?” You’re playing with your fingers, feet pointed inwards feeling a little shy. 
“Love it,” he hums. “C’mere.” He calls you over with his hands held out, you take small steps toward him until you’re standing securely between his legs. “I don’t know where to start.” He says quietly to himself, seeming to be in deep thought before looking up into your eyes. “Do I get to play? Touch you?” You almost moan at the question, but you behave for now.  
He presses his lips against your tummy, inhaling your scent. “I have the most beautiful girl standing right in front of me right now.” It’s like he’s not really even talking to you, just himself as he observes your body, his hands roaming everywhere as if deprived from women for too long. “What did I do to deserve this?” He looks up at you, wonder in his twinkling eyes.
You’re growing tired of standing so you slowly lower yourself into his lap, pushing his back against the couch. “Aren’t you gonna open your present, Koo?” You whisper, not trusting your voice not to crack from the dryness in your throat. You still don’t know what exactly inspired you to be so daring, but the feeling of his warm hands against your lower back now tells you it was a good call. 
The silky ribbon still covers your chest in a tight bow, and he’s eye-level with your breasts that you push further into his face as you grow impatient with him. He simply stares, hands lowering to your ass where he gently kneads your cheeks. 
Jungkook’s fingers play with the ends of the bow, teasing you as he gently pulls on it only to release the tie ever so slightly. You whine, arching your back. You catch yourself off guard as your bare pussy rubs against the fabric of his sweats, and he nibbles on his lip ring at the sight. “So needy Y/N,” he laughs lowly, “what’s the hurry Princess?”  You pout at him, you shuffle over slightly to straddle one of his thighs, and take it upon yourself to find friction, moving your wetness against his toned muscle. He’s so stunned by you in all your desperate beauty, his fingers unintentionally tug on the bow, finally releasing your breasts. You sigh with content, grabbing the back of the couch with your hands to steady yourself as you chase a quick high. 
“Hey- oh that’s enough out of you little miss.” He scolds playful, gripping your hips tightly to stop your movements. “W-want Koo…” you beg again. He smirks with an airy chuckle, grabbing the back of your head to pull down to him. You think he’s gonna kiss you, but he stops you when your foreheads touch, “Wanted you for so long baby,” he kisses you softly, “can’t believe it’s finally happening.” Each kiss is short but meaningful, like he’s giving you one for each time he’d missed a chance to in the past. He never thought you felt this way about him, but it was such a classic blindness in both of you that kept you apart for so long. 
You’re not sure how long you’re kissing him for, tongues dancing firmly against each other as you lose yourself in him. The way he smells, the way he holds you in his arms – it’s everything and so much more than what you’ve always dreamed about.
He pulls his lips away eventually much to your dismay, head falling onto his shoulder to hide the redness in your cheeks. You don’t expect his fingers to tap on your clit. The feeling makes you flinch as he rubs slowly. “Ah…” you gasp against his skin, and that’s when he notes the cake from earlier sitting on the table behind you. He pauses for a moment, deep in thought which catches your attention. “Koo?” You follow his eyes behind you to where he’s looking straight at it. “Cake?”
“Looks good…” he says, his brows furrowed as he looks up at you. “M’hungry.” He’s acting strange, but you leave his lap and bring the cake to him, which is what seems like he wants. He takes a chunk of the cake in his fist then presses it against your chest. You squeal, about to protest when he pounces on you. Your hands fall behind you to stop you from falling back, and he’s pushing his face between your tits, squishing them against his face. “Jungkook!” Your voice is so high and if you weren’t red before, you were most definitely a tomato now. 
He replies, but it’s muffled by your breasts, and he’s suffocating himself between them. You almost start to worry when he remains there for a while, so you grab his hair and pull his face out. “You perv!” You shout at him, but he shoots you a silly smile. He looks drunk, drunk off you and he gives your skin one more lick. “Your face is covered in cake you idiot.” You snort, unable to hold back your giggles.
“S’my birthday, isn’t it?” He shrugs, and you wipe his face with your fingers. “That’s right, it is your birthday.” You nod, you can’t stop smiling at how stupid he was sometimes. Such a boy. “So, what does the birthday boy want to do to me?”
He crawls over you, making you lie on your back against the couch. “I wanna make you cum.” His voice is quiet, soft as he leaves kisses across your jaw and collarbone. You shake your head “It’s your birthday, not mine!” You protest. He hums in thought, reaching a hand down to pull his both the waistband of his shorts and underwear down. He leans back to give you a view of his hard cock, that springs up against his shirt that he also discards from his body. He throws his head back with a chest laugh as he catches the way your eyes widen at his length. He’s big. Bigger than you expected. Your hands come up to hide your face, but he pulls them away, leaning back down to kiss you. “S’only me, don’t be shy.” You swallow harshly when you feel his length against your pussy, sliding against you a few times before he guides himself to your entrance. 
“Okay?” He’s asking your permission, but you nod frantically as if it weren’t obviously, you were craving his dick. “Fuck yes,” you curse under your breath, and he wastes to time to push himself in. It takes a bit of trying due to his size, but it’s not long before you’re moaning his name, hands roaming his back as he finds a steady pace. 
“You like that? You liked getting fucked by my cock, huh?” You huff, wrapping your legs around him, ankles locking together allowing him to go even deeper. He doesn’t like that you don’t answer him. He pounds into you. Hard.
“Ah! Fuck-yes, Jungkook! I love it!” You cry out, and he’s satisfied with that, but he doesn’t stop his newfound rhythm. Especially since it has you a noisy, moaning mess. “You like it rough baby? Like it hard?” You mewl, begging him please as you’re nearing your peak. “Fuck, if you don’t stop clenching your tight little pussy around me, I’m gonna cum.”
“No-not inside, please.” You manage to speak. He brings his hand between your bodies to rub your clit in fast circles and it brings you over the edge, and he has to pull out so fast because that last clench around him has him going feral. He pumps himself over you a few times before he cums over your already sticky-from-cake tits. You watch as he throws his head back with a moan of your name, vision a little hazy from how hard your own orgasm had hit you. 
He falls back on the opposite side of the couch, looking proud of the complete mess he just made of you. You roll your eyes, “You better clean this up, you little shit I swear to go-“
He swipes up some of his cum mixed with the cake from earlier and stuffs it between your lips, and you’re shutting up and sucking on his fingers without any protests. There’s a dark look in his eye and it has you wound up all over again. 
“That’s what I thought.” He scoffs, and it was safe to say he was nowhere near done with you.
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ssaboala · 11 hours ago
JAZZified. || kth.
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❝It felt unreal. It felt too perfect to be real. You were convinced that these moments only happened in fictions, like books or movies, which made this whole scene even more unbelievable. Yet, as he began to gently spin you around while his smile brightened at your mesmerized gaze you knew this was real. It was like a fairytale, but it wasn’t just some fairytale. It was yours.  ❞
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➳ summary: your boyfriend taehyung wanted to take you out to a jazz club and maybe, maybe, fuck you afterwards with jazz music in the background.
➳ pairing: kim taehyung x reader
➳ genre: idol!au, established relationship!au, they're so whipped for each other help, fluff, smut
➳ warnings: taehyung & y/n smoking together, taehyung smoking is hot okay leave me alone, fingering, oral (f. receiving), sex without a condom (reader is on birth control tho), breast/nipple play, creampie, clit stimulation, big dick tae
➳ wordcount: 6k
➳ a/n: hello y'all! this is my very first work here and I'm very excited to post this.☺️ criticism is always welcome, I'd be also happy if you'd interact with this post lol. hope you enjoy reading this! <3 also the cover was made by one of my gorgeous friends tysm Janina <3 sadly she doesn't have a tumblr blog so I can't tag her but I'm very grateful for it it's beautiful❤️please share & comment, this would help me a lot since I'm still new here! also please keep in mind that this is the first time I've ever written smut, so if it's bad I'm really sorry, I'll try my best to improve my writing <3
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When you first met Taehyung you were convinced the two of you didn’t have anything in common. Because damn, while you were just – well – you, he was a fucking superstar. He lived in a totally different world than you, which was simply way out of your league. He was way out of your league. Yet the two of you still found your way to each other, slowly falling in love, despite all the differences you had. While you were quiet and reserved most of the time, Taehyung was cheerful and had these boyish charms everyone would fall in love with, often hanging out with his friends or going to clubs was his way of enjoying himself. You didn’t mind that at all.
So once the two of you got to know each other more, slowly becoming comfortable with the other one around, you spotted an interest the both of you shared together:
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You slowly made your way to the bar, drawing the waiter’s attention with a wave of your hand. You sat down on the bar stool, very keen to not ruin this gorgeous dress that made you feel bad and poor just by looking at it. It was a short, black dress made from chiffon with transparent sleeves that accentuate your curves in all the right places. You truly felt confident and sexy in this.
The dress was a gift from your boyfriend, Taehyung. It was the first time you accompanied him on a tour, and as the two of you went shopping a few days ago you spotted this dress, immediately falling in love with it. But after seeing the price, you knew you couldn’t afford it, so you had to leave it at the store with a heavy heart.
The two of you had a date tonight after his concert, which you sadly couldn’t go to due to work zoom meetings you had to attend. Taehyung found this Jazz Club online, giving you his puppy eyes which you could never resist so you agreed on this date, despite being not much of a club person. But it was for Taehyung and the two of you didn’t have a date for a long time, so why not going to a nice Jazz Club in Las Vegas, the city famous for its nightclubs. The only thing you were sad about was that you couldn’t wear the dress you loved – well, little did you know that your boyfriend really loved to make you happy.
You really had a whole jump-scare as you spotted the dress this morning, laying neatly folded on your bed with a handwritten letter on it.
Wear this tonight for our date, my love. You looked so gorgeous in it. Can’t wait to see you later.
- Love, Tae.
So here you were, waiting for him in this beautiful dress at the club. Strangers in the Night by Frank Sinatra was playing in the background, and you immediately smiled. Taehyung and you loved this song. You wished he was here with you right now, dancing to this beautiful song like all the older people surrounding you did.
It was funny how there were only elder people in this club. Sad to think that your generation didn’t appreciate the beauty of Jazz anymore. Well, they were clearly missing out.
As the song slowly came to an end, your gaze began to wander. Not many people were in this club, a few couples were dancing on the dance floor while other people were just sitting at the tables, enjoying the music while having a few drinks. You knew why Taehyung wanted to go to this club. It wasn’t too loud or overwhelming, it had nice songs, classics mixed with new hits and a welcoming atmosphere which made you feel safe in here.
Just as your thoughts began to wander, you felt a presence behind you. Wanting to turn around, you were caught off guard when someone suddenly covered your eyes. You wince, a tiny yelp escaping your lips.
“I swear to God! Taehyung!”
You put your hand on your chest, your heart beating like crazy due to the sudden shock. He let out a deep chuckle, his lips kissing your hair while your head fell on his chest, his smell making you feel dizzy. His arms wrapped around your shoulders, as he swayed his hips to a song in the background while his lips continue to kiss your hairline. You felt him smile, so you automatically started smiling too.
“How was the concert?”, you asked as he sat down after awhile next to you on a bar stool. He waved to the bartender, ordering drinks for the two of you. Then his attention was back to you. Only you. One of the things you appreciated the most about Taehyung was that whenever you talked, you had his whole attention, like only you existed at this moment. When you first started dating it made you a little bit uncomfortable, because he didn’t take his eyes off of you for just one second, watching every move you made. But after you got used to it, it truly made you feel special. You could practically see the love he had for you in his eyes, which in return made you love him even more.
“Amazing. I loved seeing Army again and performing with the guys. I just wished you were there to see me”, he said. You lowered your gaze as you sighed. “I know babe. I wished I could’ve seen you perform as well, you’re always so amazing up there. I’m so proud of you, congratulations to another successful concert.”
You raise your glasses in a toast, celebrating his success. The wine Taehyung ordered tasted sweet, with just a hint of sourness of the grapes, mixed perfectly with the alcohol. You could always count on your boyfriend’s taste.
As Taehyung drank another sip, you took the time to take a closer look at him. Your boyfriend always looked gorgeous, but something about him sitting here in this club just wearing a white button-down shirt with black trousers had you almost drooling for him. He still made you feel like this, despite dating him for almost 4 years. Well you were not to blame, anyone would be stunned by his beauty.
“Are you done starring at me, my love?”
“No, you have to appreciate beauty when you see it. And right now, it’s right before my eyes, so I can’t leave it there unappreciated.”
“Is that so?”, he asked with his deep voice, giving you one of his famous smirks. You felt the temperature rise, or at least you thought you did, because it was getting really hot under your boyfriend’s gaze. You smiled slyly, leaning over from your chair. His eyes widened a bit which made you smile even wider. You knew he could see directly in your décolleté, the way you pressed your boobs together clearly turned him on, you could see that.
He wrapped his arms around your waist and you put yours around his broad shoulders, stabilizing yourself.
“It was definitely the right decision to buy this dress for you.”
“You really think so?”, you asked, playing with the fabric of your dress. He gulped, shifting in his seat to distract himself. You took the opportunity to slide your fingers between the strands of his curly hair, scratching gently at his scalp and causing a slightly shaky breath to leave his lips.
“You look so fucking good babe”, Taehyung said, his eyes heavy with lust as you lean in to kiss his plump lips. His tongue slipped inside your mouth, gentle but demanding, which caused you to claw your hands into his shirt, pulling him harder against you. You felt him smirk against your lips, but as soon as your hand found his biceps, caressing him slightly, he groaned softly, low in his throat, and pulled you and the chair you’re currently sitting on closer to him.
“They’re all looking at us, Tae.”
“Let them, babe. Let them fuckin-“
“No”, you cut him off, smiling as he whined at the loss of your body pressed against his, your lips not longer meeting his. “I thought we were here to dance, Tae”, you said, raising an eyebrow at him. He looked so good, his lips red and swollen from the kiss. You probably didn’t look any better. It seemed like he was only realizing now where the two of you were, in a club full of people who now looked at you disgusted and slightly annoyed, which made your boyfriend visibly blush.
“We really had a whole make-out session right before their eyes, huh?”
“Yup, pretty much”, you said, smirking slightly when he blushed before you stood up which earned you a raised eyebrow from the man in front of you.
You reached your hand up to him, an amused smile on your face as you looked at him. Your opposite seemed to catch the message and slowly took your hands in his warmer ones. He gave them a short squeeze. You started to pull him up, liking the feeling of his larger hand covering yours. It seemed to fit perfectly. He seemed to fit you perfectly.
“Well then, shall we dance?”
He chuckled, his low tone instantly sending shivers down your body. He dragged you with him to the dance floor, which was almost empty and you laughed as he playfully spun you around, before pulling you against his muscular chest, causing you to blush slightly.
“You look so beautiful, my love. This dress was made for you”, he said, his hands ran down your sides, slowly, causing you to shiver. Taehyung noticed that, of course he did, and he smiled at you with mischief, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “Thank you, handsome. You don’t look so bad yourself”, you admitted, and your hands find their way to his shoulders, then to his muscular chest as you opened the first two buttons of his shirt, grinning up to him. He only raised his eyebrows, chuckling, but let you continue with it nonetheless.
A new song began, the familiar tones of Singing in the Rain by Doris Day made you sigh in pleasure, and Taehyung, your beautiful Taehyung, gently took your hand and grabbed your waist, pulling you closer against his strong body. The two of you started to move to the beat, slowly at first, because nothing else mattered right now. Nothing but your boyfriend, his pleasant, almost intoxicating smell and the song, your song the two of you danced to.
It was an incredible feeling. The way the two of you looked into each others eyes made you forget everything around you. You didn’t know where you were and for what reason, because it wasn’t important anymore. The only thing you could see, feel was him. His beautiful eyes that only seemed to be looking at you. His smooth and soft looking lips that drew you a smile, almost shy, which made you smile in return. His fluffy brown hair was glued on some parts of his face due to the sweat that seemed to be slowly running down his pale and flawless skin. It was hard to resist the urge to trace the trail of sweat with your fingertips. His hands kept you steady as both of you slowly moved around the dancefloor along with the music. It felt unreal. It felt too perfect to be real. You were convinced that these moments only happened in fictions, like books or movies, which made this whole scene even more unbelievable. Yet, as he began to gently spin you around while his smile brightened at your mesmerized gaze you knew this was real. It was like a fairytale, but it wasn’t just some fairytale. It was yours.
As the song came to an end, your head was on Taehyung’s chest, your eyes closed as he continued to rock slowly to the music with you in his arms. “You seem tired.” Taehyung’s low voice pulled you out of your thoughts. Only now you realized that yes, you really were tired, his presence and the music made you forget all the stress you had to deal with the last days. You looked up at him and he pressed a kiss to your forehead, smiling as he saw you yawning.
“Should we head home?”, he asked, while he put his large hand on your right cheek, stroking it gently. You pull him closer, too tired to speak as you close your eyes yet again. He chuckles.
“Don’t fall asleep on me, will ya?”
“Shut up.”
He gasped and dramatically put his hand on his chest. “You’re so mean. I was just asking man”, he pouts cutely. You rolled your eyes at him, and as another song starts in the background, you just fall against his strong body, too tired to even care. He catches you, of course he does, and laughs as you make no effort to move. “Let’s just go home, Jagi”, he whispers in your ear, slowly going backwards to the bar with you.
Now it’s your turn to sulk.
“But we only got here.”
“Yes, but you’re tired.”
“I’m not!”
“Now you’re straight up lying, my love.”
“No”, you whine, “I want to keep dancing with you.” He raised his eyebrows, chuckling at first. But then, then, he saw your serious expression, and he stopped, looking at you with full attention. “We can always go back here”, he assured you. “Really?”, you asked, hopeful. You wanted to dance with him forever, never wanting this beautiful moment to end. But it had to, of course it had to, and it wasn’t a bad thing, you realized.
“Let’s go back to the hotel.”
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The two of you walked outside the club, holding hands. Even though it was the middle of the night, the streets were full of people, laughing and just enjoying themselves after a week full of stressful work. Nothing surprising, you were in Las Vegas after all. You snuggle closer to your boyfriend, almost freezing to death. Pretty stupid of you to only bring a vest with you, huh? Well, at least you had a hot boyfriend who could warm you, right?
Said boyfriend casually wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer to him, while he used his other hand to get out his cellphone to order an Uber which would take you both back to the hotel. “It’ll be here in five minutes, babe”, he announced, chuckling slightly as you hugged him even tighter. “You heard me, Y/N?” “I did. Jus’ cold, that’s all”, you mumbled, taken aback by the warmth he radiated. He could literally be your personal heater – oh wait, he already was.
He kissed your head, which made you smile despite still being in the cold. Taehyung was trying to move, grumbling when he couldn’t reach whatever he was searching for. “Babe, just lemme smoke, will ya?”, he asked and you could hear the click of a lighter. Ah, so he did found what he was searching for after all.
“Only if you give me a cigarette, too”, you said, to which Taehyung only gave you a confused look. You were pretty shocked yourself, usually you would always pass when someone would offer you a cigarette, but right now it sounded pretty appealing to you, and to be honest, the thought of smoking together with your boyfriend was kinda hot. “Since when?”, he asked, pulling a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and putting one between his lips, his gaze still lingering on you.
You only shrugged your shoulders. “Why not? Might just give it a try”, you respond, and as he offered you the pack of cigarettes, you simply took one and put it between your lips. He lighted his cigarette, looking at you intensely, which made you gulp, your legs rubbing together deliciously, and as you thought he would give you the lighter, you were taken aback when he leaned down and lighted your cigarette with his own.
You almost moaned out loud. God, why was it so hot seeing your boyfriend smoke? It turned you on so much, yet you didn’t know why. But there wasn’t enough time to care. His eyes looked at you intensely, so many emotions and unspoken words lingering in his gaze, making you shiver, and he exhaled the smoke in your mouth, before kissing you deeply. What you thought would be a huge turn off made you gasp instead, and you exhaled the smoke too, and damn, you were so turned on, just by him. Your smoking hot boyfriend.
“You’re so needy”, Taehyung said in a lower register, his voice so deep, so needy itself, and you just nodded, because you couldn’t deny it. You wrapped your arms around him and he pulled you closer to his warm body, giving you a smirk, your cigarettes colliding as the two of you smoke in silence, waiting for the Uber to arrive.
Which it did. A few minutes later, while you had the cigarettes between your fingers, trying to extinguish it. “Let’s go home, Tae”, you said, smiling, and then taking his hand. The smell of cigarettes surrounded the two of you, but you didn’t get sick surprisingly, no, today you liked it, because it was so Taehyung. Maybe you should talk to someone about your newfound cigarette kink though.
When you got into the back of the car, Taehyung told the driver the address of the hotel and he drove off. The traffic was heavy, so the ride dragged on and you became more and more impatient. You wanted your boyfriend so bad, and the fact that he was sitting next to you, looking like that, made it even harder for you to be patient. So you spent the whole drive looking out the window as the lights and skyscrapers of the big city passed by. It actually did help to distract you.
Now Taehyung and you were standing in the hotel lobby, and while you admired your environment again – because damn, dating Taehyung came with such luxury you still weren’t used to – your boyfriend talked to one of the employees, nodding, and then coming back to you. You gave him a smile, which he returned and then he took your hand, walking to the elevator. He pressed one of the buttons for the upper floors and the elevator began to move. After a few seconds you were at the top, and apparently your boyfriend couldn’t wait any longer, because he literally dragged you out of the elevator in the direction of your room.
“Who’s the needy one now?”, you whispered, mocking him fondly. For a second you actually thought he turned red, but he turned his face away from you, making you giggle, while he fished the key to your room out of his pocket. As you entered the room, the two of you were met by darkness, but neither of you turned the lights on. You could only see Taehyung’s silhouette in the darkness, but something about this turned you on, and apparently he thought the same, because he kicked the door shut and came over to you, smirking almost devilishly.
“This fucking dress on you drove me insane all night”, he muttered, and he was so close that you could feel his breath on your lips. He kissed you like it was his last meal, and you moaned, pulling him closer, every curve of your body meeting his, so that they could merge perfectly together.
You stumbled backwards into the room. His hands were all around your body, your shoulders, your breasts and then your stomach, wandering deeper, deeper, and it took all of your self control not to burst. Your back hit the wall, and the way Taehyung bent lightly over you, looking at you like you were his prey, made your knees weak. Weak for this fucking man.
He leaned down, nibbling at your ear, causing you to moan, your hands to find their way to his fluffy hair, tugging it, and then he whispered: “I will fuck you so hard in this dress, ruining it, so that no one else will ever see you in it again. Is that want you want, my love?”
“Yes, p-please”, you answered, your voice sounding hoarse, which made your boyfriend smirk proudly. He kissed you again. His insistent mouth was parting your shaking lips, sending wild tremors along your nerves, evoking sensations from you you had never known you were capable of feeling. You just knew one thing; he completely ruined you for every other man, which wasn’t a bad thing, because you won’t ever get rid of him anyway.
His lips wandered deeper, down to your neck, where he left a trail of kisses, agonizingly slow. You turned your head slightly, giving him more access to your neck, and he bit down hard into the flesh, marking you as his, because that’s what you were.
“Taehyung.” His name left your mouth like a prayer, yet it was more of a sin.
“What? Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you”, he murmured, his voice so low, so dirty, as his hands found their way to your legs, kneading the flesh of your inner thighs, dangerously close to your heat. “Jump”, he ordered, and you did as you were told, your legs wrapping around his torso, and as his clothed erection met your core, he took a sharp breath, his eyes meeting yours in the dark, where you could see the lust and love in.
As Taehyung made his way towards the bedroom, you kissed him again, biting down on his lips, which made him open his mouth to let out a deep, breathy moan. You took the opportunity to slide your tongue into his mouth, to explore his mouth, hot and wet and so perfect. Taehyung pushed the door open and before you knew it he was laying you gently on the bed, your head meeting the soft pillows, because no matter how wildly the two of you would make out, Taehyung would always put your safety first.
You panted heavily and you could feel how wet you were for him between your legs. There was no way you could wait any longer, you needed him in you right now, so you pull him closer to you, desperate to feel his cock buried deep in your pussy.
“Taehyung, please”, you moan, your legs rubbing together desperately.
“Please what? Use your words, princess”, he said, smirking down at you. Your hands explore his body like he did before, stroking his shoulders, his muscular arms and then sliding down his chest, which made him groan, down to his pants where his erection was clearly visible. He was painfully hard, you wonder how he still didn’t complain about it.
Feeling bold suddenly, you straighten up a bit, your hands finding his neck and pulling him closer to you, your lips finding his ear, his weakness, and you bit down, smiling when Taehyung moaned out loud, his grip around your body tightening. You whispered in his ear: “I want you to eat me out, Tae. Want to feel your hot lips in me, slowly, while you make me cum in this dress. You love it so much, right? And then I want you to fuck me in it. Want to feel your big cock in me so bad.”
Taehyung felt himself becoming harder at that, your filthy words making him feel dizzy. “Your wish is my command”, he said, leaning down to kiss you passionately. God, he would never get tired of your lips, so soft and sweet.
His lips began to wander, again, starting at your neck where he could already see the marks he made, and then finally down to your breasts. He looked up to you, your eyes closed while moaning out loud when his fingers pinched your nipples through the fabric of your dress. You roar up, and he had to push you back into the sheets.
Gosh, his name sounded so heavenly on your lips, voice so hoarse, filled with so much need. For him.
His lips sucked on your nipples through the thin fabric of your dress, biting them lightly, and the scream that escaped you drew a grin from him. You were a mess for him, he loved it, but damn was he a mess for you too. He would show you that later. But now… no, something was missing. Something important.
You looked at him as he straightened up, confused. “Tae, wha- “Wait here, my love. I’ll be back in a minute”, he said, and then he was already gone. You sighed, confused but still horny, and then your head fell back against the pillows. A few minutes later you opened your eyes again. The soft tones of Jazz music rang out, instantly making your whole body relax and you smiled fondly as Taehyung appeared in the doorway again.
“Ah, I like this Taehyung”, you sigh, waiting for him to got closer to you again, and as he hovered over you, you kissed him again. The kiss was accompanied by music, slow and sweet, but also strong and passionate like the melody in the background.
Taehyung pulled his shirt over his head, and it landed somewhere on the ground, and your gaze wandered over his body. Your fingers traced his six pack, the strong yet soft skin beneath your fingers was hot, and Taehyung moaned as you came dangerously close to his erection. He pulled your fingers away, instead led them to his soft lips and kissed them, so tenderly and lovingly that your heart felt heavy at the sight.
His weight pushed you back, deep into the mattress as he leaned towards you again and continued his journey. His lips caressed your breasts one last time, before he moved downwards to your stomach, leaving kisses along the way. You gasped as his lips found your core, your hands pulling at his hair, closer, you needed him closer.
You were leaking for him. Taehyung could taste you through your panties, and gosh, your taste was everything. His fingers pulled your panties down, slowly, and he groaned when he saw how wet you were. Just for him. His dick twitched in his pants, now painfully hard, but no, he would take his time to eat you out first, just like you wanted it.
He inserted one finger into your heat, and you bucked, moaning loudly as he began to move. The obscene noises caused by your wetness were music to his ears, and it only caused him to move faster. “Tae, oh god, Tae”, you moaned, desperately to feel more of him. So he put a second finger, and then a third, and you screamed out, clenching so tightly around his fingers he almost lost it. He looked up at you, and as he saw how your eyes rolled back and how hard your hands clenched around the bed sheets a proud grin appeared on his handsome face.
“More, please.”
He pulled his fingers out, and you whined at the loss, but Taehyung led them to your mouth instead. “Taste yourself on my fingers, princess”, he whispered, his voice sounding so low. And as the song in the background came to an end, your lips sucked his fingers, hard, tasting yourself.
“Look how you taste yourself on my fingers. Good girl. Do you like how you taste?”, he asked. You could only nod, too lost in the pleasure to form any words, yet alone sentences. As you released his fingers he moved downwards again, his breath hitting your bare pussy.
“Taehyung!”, you screamed as his tongue dug deep into your wet folds. His fingers stimulated your clit meanwhile, and it drove you crazy. He drove you crazy.
Taehyung himself moans at your taste but also the sight of you shamelessly fucking yourself on his tongue, leaking all over him. You look absolutely sinful using him for your pleasure, head thrown back and playing with your breasts. His cock feels unbelievably hard and as much as he’d love to fuck into your tight pussy, he needs to feel you cum on his face.
You felt ready to burst as his tongue moved faster, buried deep in your heat. You clenched around his tongue, which made him only move faster, harder, making you scream his name. “I’m so close, please”, you whine, pulling at his hair. He hummed, the sound vibrating in your core, and you screamed, cried his name out as you came on his tongue.
���Oh my god”, you whispered, your head falling back as Taehyung continued to explore you with his hot, wet tongue. “You taste so delicious, my love”, he spoke in a lower register, and as you looked down at him, you moaned at the sight; his chin and lips were dripping, wet with your juices.
“Come here”, you whispered, and he did as he was told, leaning down, his lips meeting yours in a steamy kiss. You could taste yourself on his lips, his tongue as he slid it in your mouth, exploring it shamelessly. “I need you, Tae”, you begged, your hands moving down to his pants, and he bit down hard into your lips.
“I need to be in you, right now.”
He unzipped his pants, took them off along with his boxer shorts, and tossed them carelessly behind him. His cock sprung free, hard and already leaking with precum, and he pumped himself a few times. “Fuck me raw Tae, please”, you whined, and his eyes widened. He could swear his cock became even harder. “Fuck really? Are you sure?”, he asked. This was too good to be real.
“I’m on the pill”, you answer, and he could burst at the amount of happiness he felt right now. Just the thought of fucking you raw almost brought him over the edge.
“Are you ready?”
You just nodded, impatient, because you needed to feel him already. He guided his stiff member to your entrance, and when his tip met your heat, you both moaned out together. He thrusts into you, hard and fast, and a scream escaped your throat. He bit into your earlobe to keep himself from moaning, but when you clenched around his dick he let out a deep growl.
“You feel so good babe, so fucking tight around my cock”, he whispered, his voice sending shivers down your entire body, your nails leaving deep scratches on his back, but that didn't bother him. It was the complete opposite; he loved it.
“Faster, oh God please move faster babe.”
Your wish was his command. He lifted one of your legs over his shoulder and at the new angle he could thrust deeper into you in places that made you scream. Your lips crashed together in a messy kiss, teeth colliding and tongues moving together as Taehyung continued to thrust into you in this pace. You lift your back, still playing with your hard nipples and moan out load when he hit a particularly deep spot.
“Yes, there. Feels so good, oh god”, you moan. He was so big, so deep buried in your tight pussy, it made you see stars when he only continued to thrust harder into you. You could feel how close you were, again.
Taehyung too felt close to his orgasm, panting heavily. The obscene noises even put the music in the background.
You whined when he pulled out of you, shit, you were so fucking close. “Turn around for me, princess”, he spoke, and of course you did. Now laying on your stomach, you could only feel the sheets moving when Taehyung took his new position. His fingers found your pussy again, caressing it, and then his big cock was back in you again, filling you out completely. The stretch was deliciously.
This position made him hit new spots in you, spots you didn’t even know existed, and his fingers found your ass, kneading the flesh. He thrust into you, hard, over and over again, and you felt your orgasm slowly building up again. You were complete butter in his hands. He could practically do anything to you right now, you wouldn’t care, you only needed his dick buried deep into your pussy.
Taehyung grunted loudly and grabbed your ass with both hands, helping you to move your hips. It felt good, this entire position felt just so fucking good. You placed your knees on the bed and spread your legs as far as you could, your hands still gripping the bed sheets firmly, and you started to move your hips back and forth slowly. It felt really good, and it only started to feel better when Taehyung started to knead your ass and grunt loudly, and you could only imagine what view he had – his cock sliding in and out of you as you rode him, your ass on display, your legs spread wide for him. You knew he loved that, you could tell by the way his grunts slowly turned into high-pitched moans.
“Fuck, Y/N, you feel so good.”
He panted heavily, both of your bodies covered in sweat as you moved together shamelessly. You were so wet for him you just kept sliding up and down his length, over and over again.
His legs began to shake, but he couldn’t stop moving, not when he was so close, so desperately close. His fingers found their way between your legs, rubbing your clit.
The moan that left your mouth the second you felt his fingers against your clit sounded so carnal and animalistic that you were almost embarrassed, but it was hard to focus on anything else other than Taehyung’s cock inside of you and his fingers on your clit.
All you could think of was his fingers on your clit, and the way his big, fat cock filled you out completely.
“Milk my fucking dick, babe. Come all over my cock”.
That was the last straw.
You held onto Taehyung’s thighs and started moving as fast as you could, but your movements got sloppier and sloppier each time you bucked your hips into him and you knew you were coming when your eyes rolled to the back of your head as Taehyung’s fingers mercilessly rubbed your clit.
Your orgasm rushed over you. A scream left your lips, then your head met the pillows again. Panting heavily, you could only lay there as Taehyung still thrust into you, chasing his own release.
You could hear the whines and grunts leaving his mouth, and as his movements became sloppier you realized he was close. So you tried to clench your walls around him. Taehyung kissed your shoulders, leaving wet kisses everywhere when his orgasm hit him, shooting his load deep into you.
The whine he let out when you clenched your walls around him to milk every last drop of his cum out made your head spin. The room was filled with your heavy breaths and the smell of hot, steamy sex. You sank into the mattress, too tired to care that his cum was leaking out of your pussy. Taehyung dropped down next to you, immediately pulling you against his warm body.
“That was amazing”, he kissed the top of your head, causing you to smile. You nodded, your hands caressing his cheeks. You just got up quickly to finally take off your dress and immediately got back into bed, snuggling tightly around his body as he pulled a blanket over the two of you. You felt exhausted, yet so pleased and happy you could burst. You snuggle closer to him, and your breathing slowed until you finally fell asleep together, his hand on your back while yours laid on his chest, where his heart laid.
The notes of jazz music still rang out and the melody haunted both of you, even in your dreams.
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hopestastic · 2 days ago
Love you and all your curls
Ot7 x individual reader
Request: Hope I'm not a bother send request. I hope you can write where the boys surprised to see their girlfriend's natural curly hair for the first time. Thank you in advance.
Taglist: @nonameyoon @heartbreakmotel13 @mwitsmejk @articpup @bunzom @jxngh @kookiecrumb @oppa-agust-d
warnings: Mc is a little shy with her hair, mcs parents don’t accept her curly hair, friends tease mc for curly hair and shame her, members just want you to love yourself, other than that it’s just fluff </3
Gifs aren’t mine
Would probably stare at your hair for minutes as he processes the beautiful secret you’ve been hiding
Overthinks his words before he speaks because he doesn’t want to lose this sight
Sends you a soft smile to know that he likes it, when you start to panic with his staring
Finally when he speaks and knows what to say he’ll shower you with compliments
He would definitely be curious why you never told him before and why he just found out now
Would help you with your hair as it can get overwhelming at times and tries not to hurt you
Is afraid if he plays with your hair too much or if it gets caught and he accidentally pulls it, you’ll lose a curl but relief washes over him when it springs back into place
He knows curly hair is the hair type that needs the most attention so he does some reading and makes sure he has the best products for when you stay over
He gives you some tips if he knows that you don’t know them
Honestly he loves it and he loves you for you and though he doesn’t understand why it took so long for you to show it, he’s pretty much obsessed with it and prefers it over any other hair style you do, though he supports whatever you do, you best bet that his smile will be the biggest when your hair is curly
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He would probably be walking in the room when you’re coming out of the shower
He’d walk past you and then do a double take, walking back and taking in this new you
He’d just assume you’d styled it as your hair had never been like this before though when you tell him it’s your natural hair
His. Jaw. Drops
He looks at it before a beautiful smile graces his face and he touches it
He’d joke that you two were now in a competition to win the world wide beautiful
He lets you do whatever you want with your hair as he knows curly hair is a lot to keep up with, as it was for him when he styled it
But when you have it curly he has everything you need
He helps style your hair
If he sees something at the store that helps curly or frizzy hair it goes into the basket for you
He tells all his friends and asks you to show it
Basically he’s so stunned of your newfound beauty that everyone must know about it
The days that it’s fluffy and puffy you bet this man would be teasing you about it.
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When you tell him you had a surprise for him, that you’ve been waiting to show him for awhile Yoongi was thinking the extremes, like you weren’t actually from the family you said you were from or you had a secret pet
But his whole face softened when he saw your curls bounce and unravel, god he fell in love with you all over again
A small smile picks at his lips and he lets out a chuckle
For dramatic effect and to make you laugh, he’d rub his eyes and blink to act as if he saw something so beautiful that it couldn’t be true
But that’s how Yoongi saw you no matter what you did
Just like namjoon, Yoongi would prefer you with your curls because that is what you were born with and that’s who you were and he agreed date you, not a version or a different you, just you.
Yoongi would be hesitant to help as he wouldn’t want to cause you pain but when you called him, he was right there, hands being washed and gloves on so he didn’t damage your hair with his oils from his fingers
This boy just makes sure you’re safe and well all the time - he takes drastic measures even if it’s just preventing your hair greasing early
Though Yoongi would help when needed he prefers just sitting on the sofa waiting for you to sort out your hair
Your curls bring him comfort, with your soft curls through his fingers it calms his anxieties and worries of the day, he visions a cloud when he touches your hair.
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He walked in on you in the bathroom one day, you were both comfortable and madly in love at that point that neither of you minded your surprise visits when one was in the bathroom
At first he didn’t realise as you were drying your hair with a towel but when he turned to ask you what your plans were for the day he lost his words
Mouth agape, opening and closing like a goldfish as he figured out what to say after processing what his eyes just commuted to his head
Honestly he might have got excited when he saw how fluffy it was
His eyes were so wide and you could swear there was a sparkle in them
This will equal more cuddles and more with him playing with your hair
The amount of affection will go up, if it was 100% it was now 1000%.
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He had seen you with curly hair once when you were kids
The two of you were childhood friends, when you first moved into the neighbourhood you would have your hair in your natural curls
As you grew up you tried different styles and soon you found out you preferred straight or wavy but not your extremes curls
When you two got together he thought he’d see your curls again now but they never came
But for his birthday on your first year together he came home to a lovely food aroma in the house, balloons, decorations but what made his heart swell was you coming out with your curls
He smiles so widely and lifted you up in his arms “best birthday ever!” He chuckles at your confused face before he touched the curls
“Chim if you liked it so much you could’ve told me and then I would have had it every day.”
And there onwards you had curly hair out for the world to see, the shame your friends made you feel all those years ago for not having hair like them left.
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How he looks in the gif is how he looks at you, taking in your beauty.
He knew your hair wasn’t naturally straight from the way it was when you first came out of the shower, though from the way you styled it, your curls was obviously something you weren’t proud of
He wondered what he could do to help without bringing in the conversation as he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable
He himself loved curly hair and he had been planning to get a perm for awhile now so one day he left you in bed and came back a few hours later
You had woken up and saw his hair, surprised at first, you don’t remember him owning a curling iron but then again it was Kim taehyung
“Hey babe! How do you like my perm?”
You looked at him shocked, wasn’t it troublesome to have curly hair, your parents always told you to straighten your hair to look smart and to be taken seriously in school and in the work place but Taehyung was so confident in his new hair style and he still looked professional.
You helped him get the correct hair care as you didn’t want him to damage his hair with the heat of the tools and other lotions so you made sure he had everything so he didn’t experience any hair damage
One day you were too sick to do your hair, you had washed your hair out and went straight back to bed, taehyung came home and saw your hair, he smiled proudly at you
He slipped into bed and kisses your cheek “love the hair baby. It’s really beautiful.” He says softly and you smile and snuggle into him.
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You and Jungkook had recently got together.
You had met at a arcade at an amusement park, exchanged numbers and ever since you’ve been texting
You both led busy lives so it was hard to plan a date but with a few strings pulled you made space and time for each other when you could allowing you to go on your third date
But thanks to the weather (which was pouring rain) you both decided to just chill in your place and watch movies, order something in and just cuddle
However from the rain your styled hair had now been ruined and when you walked out with a towel drying your hair, jungkook had to do a double take.
“You have curly hair?”
You chuckled softly, with a small blush “yeah it just, sometimes people don’t like it and I wanted to make a good impression as well as it taking a lot of care.
At this he frowned and glanced at you he disagreed with your statement “your natural hair adds to your natural beauty, infact it has made me count my lucky stars that I had the confidence to ask you out.” He comes closer and pulls you close “you’re so beautiful.”
Your cheeks heated up and seeing your hair in a new light you got back into your old routine of hair care.
Jungkook helped you whenever he could with your hair as a way to show affection just as he loved to do your skin care routine.
Your curls were the highlight of his day it always put a smile on his face but all that mattered was that it put a smile on yours.
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missgeniality · 2 days ago
Touchless | A Keynote Oneshot (m)
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“Touch has a memory.” - John Keats
➺ Banner: Are you even surprised at @kithtaehyung​‘s talent? <3
➺ Pairing: Hoseok x Female Reader
➺ Trope: Strangers to Lovers, Non-Idol!AU
➺ Genre: Smut, Fluff
➺ Rating: +18
➺ Word Count: 8.6k
➺ Summary: Characteristic to your dynamic, temptations take control of this night at the party - but not without a divide.
➺ Warnings: Sexting... but... make it 1800s, phone sex/mutual masturbation, its this Hoseok and I’m scared 😔, name calling, degradation (not much!), masturbation on an object(?), cum eating (kinda) lmao, alcohol, we make out a lot honestly 😐
➺ Cross Posted: AO3
➺ Author’s Note: Yayy! Finally finished this. Shows how big of a chokehold this Hoseok has on me. This is a continuation of Keynote, but it can be read as a standalone! Big thanks to my beautiful betas, @taegularities​​ as always listened to me complain without ripping my head off, and did such a good job betaing and cleaning this up, and @playmetheclassics​​ who took out time from her already hectic schedule to give me many useful suggestins and opinions that made this much much better. I love you too, thank you so much!! Please let me know what you thin! 💛
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The first drops of the cocktail in your hand slide down your throat, leaving a grimace on your face in its wake. With the funky ambience of the venue, along with the beats that diffuse through the place, this funky, deep-red cocktail matches the mood around you.
It’s unlike any other party you’ve been to since your college days ended. And for the most part, you’re liking it. Your body unintentionally grooves to the music, your tongue getting used to the numbing effect of the drink, eyes dilating to lose focus on your surroundings. But amidst this raucous crowd, you’re hiding. And you don’t know why.
Well, that’s not the whole truth, you know who the reason is. But the reason why that one person is evoking this fight or flight in you is up for debate.
Tonight is the first time you’ve shared a space with Hoseok in a casual manner ever since that night. Most of those shared days flew like a falcon, the clock hands racing against each other as all of you raced against time. And those times, everything was pretty normal, barring maybe a few cheeky glances. 
May have been more than a few.
Apart from those, conversations passed normally, work flowed seamlessly, and your visits to his impressive building were met with an industrious and diligent version of the man. Which was perfect to keep your dwindling resistance at least within the lines of your professional capacity. 
But now, while letting your hair loose, that hidden tension is tangible, so taut, risking snapping your sanity.
Maybe it’s because last time you two were at a casual function, the night ended wildly differently. The anticipation of drinking yourself to sleep was overthrown, and then all that happened . A single thread of thought working its way across your synapses is that this night could be close to it – you have to keep biting the inside of your cheeks to stop yourself from deliberately making eye contact with him to turn that into reality. The shy smile you’re trying to put up hopefully belies the true feelings you hold within.
Also doesn’t help that he looks fucking hot today. 
Hoseok, when inviting everyone for this team hangout to celebrate a milestone, did tell you to freak out with the outfits. “We can have theme parties without it being Halloween, so go hard!” you heard his cheery voice announce to the emptying conference room. And as requested, everyone went hard.
But time and again, you’re reminded that no one goes as hard as Jung Hoseok.
The deep red moto jacket is perfectly paired with pants of the same material. With zippers on every corner of the crumpled duo, you have to subdue the itch in your hand to undo every single one of them. He’s done his hair up, and added a white-rimmed pair of futuristic glasses, and when you think that was all you need to handle, his fluid dance movements carelessly lets the sleeve of his jacket slip, the loose, skimpy vest he wore underneath exposing the side of his body. The stem of your margherita glass is in a chokehold right now, because you are fucking turned on. There’s no better way to say it. 
Your undoing depends on the undoing of the zippers, and you’re dedicated to undoing every single one of them if given the chance. 
You, on the other hand, have obnoxious suspenders digging into your breasts, their clip attached to the waist of your red high-rise pants. The leather sticks to your skin, but thankfully, the air conditioning keeps it from fully vacuum sealing your thighs. They are one half of a bad bitch red suit you bought many years ago, thinking every office space is like The Devil Wears Prada . 
Unfortunately, they’re more Fifty Shades Of Grey, and not the fun kind. 
The silk shirt you pair it with is snugly tucked in, the cream white offsetting the blaring red downstairs, letting the people you face breathe without a colour suffocation. With your cuffs folded up to your elbows, your toned down professional look brings many appreciative glances. One of them being from Park Yoonsu, your counterpart working under Kim Taehyung. 
“I don’t think anyone but you has pants like these,” Yoonsu chuckles appreciatively, “there’s a sea of red shirts but hardly any pants.”
“Yeah, well, they had a small thing called common sense,” you sip on your drink, “who in their right mind buys these? And you won’t believe me if I say it—”
“Girls!” Hyejoon, a senior staff engineer, interrupts your conversation with a boom. “Are y’all having fun? I don’t see a change of your drinks yet,” they give you a warning look, the alcoholism-encouraging gaze telling you to speed it up. Yoonsu shrugs at them. 
“We will get refills soon, Y/N was just telling me about her fashion terrorism days.”
“Fuck that,” you sidetrack, and as Soomin, your extremely lazy coworker, walks up to your side, you nudge him for an answer as well. “You too, what is up with Byeongho? Has the old man been troubling y’all enough?” Yoonsu is already in the process of rolling her eyes, and Soomin follows suit. “Why is he so difficult to handle?”
Hyejoon can only sigh in response. “Grin and bear, darlings. If you want your project funding,” they roll a finger at Yoonsu, the most irritable of this cadre, “grin. And bear.”
“No, but how can you justify this?” Yoonsu jumps at the reprimand, even setting her drink down to let both her hands express her anguish. “It’s three in the afternoon, a hot Friday. And he calls us across town for an open discussion .” She turns to prompt a voice of agreement,  and you find Soomin slapping the table top – evidently, he was a participant on that taxing day.
“Guess what was actually open? His mouth. Never closed that damned thing.” 
“And his zipper. Didn’t bother closing that either,” Soomin adds.
A short burst of giggles erupts among your group, laced with very well-deserving sympathy. The man was a pain to handle, his futile questions stumping the best of you. And with your recent job upgrade, you’ve had to see more of him; more than you’d like.
“I don’t think I’ve seen Yoongi as mad as he was with Byeongho. The way he was fiddling with the paper weight,” you reminisce, “I’m sure he had a good mind to stuff his yapping mouth with it.”
Hyejoon ushers everyone towards the nearest bar counter, and you proceed to empty your glass. As you walk, Soomin continues the woes. 
“He also has no understanding of resource allocation versus output expectation. ‘Aren’t you all established engineers? Can’t you even do this much ?’ Ugh.” Soomin mimics the exact words you’ve heard from Byeongho many times; his intolerable management-ass catchphrase. “One day he’s going to expect us to walk him to the moon, armed solely with our diplomas.”
“If it means leaving his ass there, I might just do it.”
Your quiet quip releases a roar of laughter amidst your group, the anguish of dealing with stuck-up representatives releasing into the wind. Perched at this bar, you four continue to laugh it up, fetters of corporate unshackling with every roll of mirth produced. Minutes fly by in merry guffaws, precious minutes that slip under your radar, minutes of you letting your guard down. Minutes when you couldn’t keep tabs on the man you’re wary of.
And somehow, he’s right behind you.
No, you do not speak. You don’t really register his presence behind you until it is too late. But as you habitually wrap your hand behind your back as a casual stance, something disturbs your palm, and before you can turn around and find the source, the piece of paper lays in your hand. 
With a calm demeanour, you turn your back towards the raucous group, and open the piece of paper in your hand.
“Hey good lookin’. Wanna spice up this boring evening?”
Under the question, there are two checkboxes.
A “Thank you for saving me, yes!” and a “Not at all you creep, this is a professional setting.”
And in the end, a “- Hoseok :)”
This is why you were avoiding him.
Because the way your heart is trying to tear through your ribs on getting a note from him, you’re sure you’d have a novel heart attack if you actually talked . Your confidence falters, quakes at its ankles every time he is concerned. Is this what 1700s couples felt like? A whole organ threatening to tear its way out of your body with its aggressive flutters? No wonder cocaine was normally prescribed medication.
You look up to check for prying eyes, but no one seems to be paying attention to your suspiciously bent figure. What you find instead has you confirm it is Hoseok, because he is currently standing two tables away from you – and last time your satellite was functional, he was quite a distance away.
Deep breath .
You open the chit again.
“Hey! Whatcha fiddling with?” Yoonsu breaks your reverie, almost making you jolt, but thankfully she doesn’t peer too hard. “Hangyeol says there’s some mulled wine near the entrance – do you want some?”
“Yeah! Get me a glass please!” 
An echo of “you got it” reaches your ears as they move away from you, but it never fully registers, because all your focus returns to stare at the piece of paper in your hand, weighing your options and fears.
What should you do? Hoseok, the gentleman that he is, is giving you a very easy way out of this.
And every muscle in you is repelled by the option. Out? Which way is that?
But you leave it unchecked for now. With a hasty scribble, you add a new blank to the end of the note.
“ Query: Might this be a continuation of our night? ”
You join a different circle of colleagues – thankfully, corporate society is fairly welcoming, even if they don’t recognize you – infiltrating their conversation with not much focus except polite words of agreement. But again, all your eyes are scanning the venue, trying to locate your surreal penpal.
He finds you before you find him, his figure steering between tables to approach your neighbourhood. You grip the sliver of paper between two fingers, jutting it out slightly to show him the piece of paper – and with faux confidence you initiate your walk towards him.
But his resting hand throws you a quick gesture that you interpret as him telling you to wait.
His slender fingers then point you towards a platform on his left, with a plate of pot-pourri-esque flowers – his casual stance wary to not throw anyone off around him – and it's more than enough of a hint for you. Casually swinging your empty glass, you pretend to walk to the bar, and you place the paper on the petals arranged on the plate. 
It’s not like anyone else is paying attention, but in that moment, it feels like the weight of the world’s eyes falls on you.
You walk past without turning back, reaching the bar – as your play-acting self intended to – and get yourself a glass of water to nurse. With calmed nerves, you set on your way back. 
When you look up, intending to check whether your message has been received, you see Hoseok walking away from it, the chit still on the plate, but folded very differently. With curiosity drawing you in, you pick up Hoseok's response and saunter towards a comfortable cushioned corner.
" If you would like it to be.♡ We could also discuss the stock market and world affairs if that is up your alley. "
Beyond the joke that would make you grin any other day, the penmade heart between the lines is making your own flutter in delight. 
And you realise, there isn't much use of this query you got answered, because it doesn’t affect your original response.
You check the affirmative box – ticking it a couple times for good measure – and you don't forget to include a giant 'N.O.' above the "stock market and world affairs" option he presented. You begin your search for the recipient again, walking back to the same place you found this. 
This time he doesn't maintain eye contact for long, but you're sure he saw you put the paper back on the plate, so you walk away once again. In the periphery of your vision, you see him casually strolling towards the drop location, and you empty your heavy lungs to calm your flustered nerves. 
Chill out, good God.
Finding your group of friends again, you meld into the cacophony they generate, but not without a piece of your being sitting in that folded piece of paper.
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If you're asked, it's been a good hour since the last exchange between you and Hoseok.
In reality, probably ten minutes.
But the reminder on your watch gives you anxiety with no reprieve, your tired feet shifting your weight from one to another. Hyejoon is narrating a story to the interns, a scene from the time you all were younglings in the company. Everyone throws in their own anecdote, and big or small, it’s met with a gaggle of drunken merriment. You too have plenty to add to this melange, but for now, your contribution is just in polite smiles and laughs at the appropriate junctures. For your mind is all on him.
What will he do now?
Will he demand for your underwear in public again? Will he command you to commit filthy sins in some dingy corner, slapping a hand on your mouth to shush your brain dead moaning? Will he drag you out to some other place all together…
It's like your lungs rattle within its cages, and a shudder passes your body at the various possibilities of ending that sentence. Blasphemous horror permeates your chest when you realise there’s not a lot of protest in your brain at all those ideas. With the fog around you growing thicker and thicker, your hands itch to feel the napkin again.
Amidst the overwhelming words being passed around you, you feel someone brush past your back, and as a reflex – like your subconscious was expecting this exchange – the hand resting behind you discreetly opens up to catch hold of the response. Clutching it safely, you act like you’re adjusting your pants when you tuck the piece in your waistband.
When you find a good point to excuse yourself from the crowd, you slide away to a darker corner, slipping the chit out, bracing the sinister aura it is emanating. You’re brimming with excitement, hands desperate to tear it all and go have him right here, right now. No piece of paper you’ve handled before has had this much personality, you reckon.
“You know what I’ve been thinking of? ”
You’re almost scared to read the next lines. 
“More than your full pussy? And more than your welted ass? I can’t let go of your pained face that took every strike I gave .”
He’s no bard, but fuck, the words strum all the right chords in you. The exact face he talks about tries to surface, topple over your calm demeanour, and it hurts to say that it’s winning the fight. The words feel so casual, so off-handed, you can imagine him whispering the same in your ear with the same nonchalance. He’d probably pull himself back after saying it, and then be so amused by its effect on you. 
After a long bout of dreaming, you curse yourself for your overactive imagination because the image hurts .
“Next time, I want a bigger mess on you darling… gonna release all over your pretty face, your breasts, your thighs. I want to watch you lap it all up without waste, make you show me how hungry I’ve left you.”
Each word punctures your skin like a syringe, pushing into you copious doses of lust – you fear an overdose with the way your head reels re-reading his message. You lick your drying lips instead of drooling over the chit in hand, because the sticky sensation of his seed on your body is something you find yourself longing for more than necessary. 
After safely storing the piece of literature he penned in your pocket for later, you slip out another napkin from a nearby table to write your shaky but resolute response.
“Why don’t you just skip the middlemen and cum in my mouth?” 
You place the chit under a stray plate, in his vision, and step away – but not without keeping a watchful eye on his movements. 
And you wish you did not.
Because unlike the previous times, he stands there, reading your response – and then simply looks at you.
Cocky bastard smirks at your gaping face, matching your gaze with an even more powerful one in return. He scrawls something short and quick on the paper you left, and places it back at its original place. Once he leaves, you don’t waste a second, racing ahead and filling the space he left empty a moment ago.
“Earn it.”
Oh heavens , what ill-fated karma is being returned to you? If it was not a crowded venue, the groan you let out would have been louder, much louder. Right now, the passing waiter who hears your pained voice under your breath probably assumes that your footwear is killing you.
You frantically look around for Hoseok before thinking up a response, but you can’t locate the man. Either he’s not here, or he has seamlessly blended into the hoards of red-and-white CEOs.
“Fuck you!!! I’m ready to soak through my LEATHER pants without a damned touch, have I not earned it already??”
You add a frown at the end of the sentence, because your mask is slipping down (always is, around him), and you place your answer back on the plate – what espionage movie is this – ready to stand guard until he returns. But a sudden hand on your shoulder almost skins you alive in shock.
“He- Woah ! Are you okay?”
You raise both hands at a petrified Yoonsu, and erupt laughing at each other. “Sorry, I was lost. Kinda tired, haha.” Being tired is part of your personality, so the lie flows out pretty smoothly and doesn’t raise any red flags.
“Okay okay, scared me. Oh! You didn’t catch the mulled wine! It was pretty bomb ,” Yoonsu smacks her lips at the thought of the sweet warm beverage. 
“Ah yes, I mulled over it ,” Yoonsu threatens to kick your shin at your excuse of a joke, “no no, I got sucked in some other conversation. I’ll see if I can cop a glass now!” 
“Do that, it was in high demand. Actually,” Yoonsu looks back towards the exit, “Mirae and I are skipping after we say our byes to the upper peeps. If you have hurt your eyes enough from the red, do you want me to drop you?”
On any other average day, your answer to this offer would be a resounding yes. The thought of being burrito-wrapped in a cosy blanket, digging into that book with your expired Christmas candle lit is beckoning at you with siren voices. 
But right now, it’s a hard-hitting no.
“Naah, I’m okay. I wanted to meet some more people before starting next week, so I’ll do that.”
“Girl, it’s a party,” Yoonsu sighs, “I doubt anyone wants anything to do with next week.”
You grin at her. “Yeah, understandably so. Still worth a shot.”
“Okay baby, take care, and text me when you get back home!” She wraps you in a tight, inebriated hug that you return in kind, and walk with her to the exit. You find Yoonsu’s friend, and spend another ten minutes saying your goodbyes. After the parting, you promptly return to the table like a coil attached on either ends. 
But the glass you left on the table now stands shifted, and sports a new piece of paper lodged halfway underneath. The original chit is nowhere to be seen. 
Also, on the other half of the letter, is a stray piece of ornament – a ring that looks very similar to what Hoseok’s hands had on.
“I don’t need to touch you to make this fun.”
You don’t want to agree, but you have to. With one night with him under your belt, and you can surely say his confidence is not misplaced. His next words though… 
It’s not new for him to leave you speechless, but this time, it’s a whole new brain-emptying sentence.
“If you’re really that wet, soak my ring. Let me see, maybe we’ll throw in some consideration…”
You stay stunned for a good minute, eyes ping-ponging between the letter and the apparatus he graciously granted for this experiment. Your ears Then, with shaky hands, you try to write back something before you set about your task – but the ink of your pen doesn’t grace you with words, instead a flow of mistakes and scratches are what you abandon the message with. 
With a vexed grunt, you give up, letting your cunt speak as your final response.
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You’re being as quiet as you can.
Unfortunately, what you can and can’t do are being wildly redefined at this moment.
Loosely wearing the ring on your thumb and holding it in place with your index finger, you rub the cool metal over your wet pussy lip, trickles of your arousal painting the silver into an icy hue. You push the ring inward, your clit experiencing different faces of the ring in the process. It feels like your tricep is on the verge of cramping, but the brain… The brain is a powerful muscle, overpowering the pleas of your arm and continuing the dance you currently dance.
With an awkward twist of your hand, you shallowly dip your ringed thumb into your hole, slightly curving your back to make it happen. For a brief second, very brief second, the ring makes you forget that it’s your finger, mind allowing you to submerge into the fantasy that Hoseok decided to let go of inhibitions and took you right there. 
You are insanely turned on.
Juices have flown onto your hand, their path retracting to the joint of your thumb holding the loop – the dribbles trying to mess up the rest of your hand. You get back to teasing your swollen lips, and your puffy clit, the simple up-down motion making you forget the insanity you’re making yourself a part of. Making you forget that normal people don’t do this.
Making you forget all the unwanted normalcy. 
How would it be if he was here? Thinking about Hoseok having you spread, teasing you solely with the touch of his jewellery, looking at you with a vicious smile…  telling you how easy you are… You almost lose yourself to the oncoming orgasm.
But it doesn’t happen.
Maybe because even the Hoseok of your imagination is a sadistic dick. What did you expect? You can only draw inspiration from reality. 
Your possible orgasm ebbs back into its recedes, leaving you very high and incredibly dry. It feels like you’re standing at the edge of a cliff, ready to take the plunge, but with every jump you try to fall, and the edge only extends, never letting you drop yourself into the abyss. You give up on your ministrations with an unsatisfied grunt, and bring your hand up to examine the ring.
The debauchery this sole ring holds is insane. 
You zip yourself back up and try to restore your face to your neutral self, going as far as looking right into the bathroom lights to restore your pupils. 
The moment you open the bathroom door, the incoherent songs playing in the arena assault your ears – your flailing senses try to peer through the sea of dichromatic colours, trying to find the one man before the ring dries out. God forbid that happens, and he doesn’t believe you’re stupidly wet. 
Well, he could just check for himself.
Your ears pick up a particular laugh amidst a boom of hilarity – and your  sense of sound guides you towards the group Hoseok is a part of. As soon as you meet eyes, he excuses himself out of his crowd, and with a laconic strut, comes to stand right in front of you.
The mechanics of your body come to a halt. Even if you two have been speaking all this time, the words in your throat die – no, killed by the tight knot on your vocal box that you just can’t seem to swallow. All you can do is stare, get sucked in by his extremely palpable aura, and hand him the ring with a quiet “ here .”
Neither do your feet move, nor do his. The ring has exchanged hands, and now adorns Hoseok’s slender digit – your eyes are zeroed in on his face, head quite close to empty. So no cell in you could have expected his next move.
Because he just brings his ringed hand to his lips.
And kisses the ring.
No. Sucks on the ring. While directly looking at you, and not saying a damned word.
All the care you held to mask your expression has long been ditched in the closest trash can – you scrunch up your eyebrows and suck a shallow breath in, a choked moan making its way out of your parted lips. His eyes pick up every single feature on your face, a proud glint in his gaze very apparent. He steps into your space and lodges his lips close to your ear, and husks out his first words to you.
“ That’s the look. ”
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Dirty bastard. Absolute abomination. Just an all out asshole who is hell bent on making you  collapse.
Because after he uttered those three words, he went about his merry way, and you wobbled your way back to some known faces and seated yourself on the first open seat you found. And by channelling all your energy, you pretend to be a functioning member of society who does things other than desire to be raw dogged by your boss’ best friend. And since that time, he seems very happy to remain in his close-knit circle, barely throwing you a glance.
The ring of course, still remains on his finger, and he obsessively fiddles with it – but it doesn’t seem to affect his conversational abilities, talks flowing with no distractions visible.
There’s no two ways about it; you’re hot and bothered. On the outside, you keep your cool just as Hoseok does – but on the inside, your guts are rearranging themselves due to lack of external help.
This is ridiculous. 
A surge of courage suddenly decides to swim through your veins as you tear apart one more piece of your napkin, and scribble your number into it in haste.
Armed with it, you slide across towards Hoseok’s table, where he is standing around a large group, with people talking over one another – in the fifth hour of the party, you don’t expect comprehensible conversation. Putting one foot ahead of the other, you stride on till you’re barely an inch away from the man. You throw in a thank you to the Gods for making everyone as delirious as they are, and seamlessly slip your number into Hoseok’s unzipped pocket.
You can feel his frame still against your fingers, but with the many heads obstructing your naughty hands, you are safe from suspicion. You walk away soon enough, jumping companies as usual until you find a solid spot to get seated.
Times like these you wish the skin on your back could detect shifts in the atmosphere behind you. The nerve you had to hand him your number slowly disintegrates into nervousness about getting a response. Anxiously fidgeting with your phone, you engage in a light conversation about movies with the current set of people, lighting up your phone screen every second minute to check for any development.
You could have sent your phone flying across to the chocolate fountain beside your table, the notification feeling much louder than usual, even with the commotion around you. With all the composure you can procure, you open your phone, hoping for it to be exactly what you want. What you need. What will hopefully extinguish the fire that has set inside your brain.
unknown number: Get yourself alone. Right. Now.
The trail of skin on your body relives his touches, patterns of heat forming on every place his touch has fallen. Your toes curl inside your heels, the anticipation of the night blinding and deafening any other sensory input. With as much poise you can manage, you relieve yourself from all your company, and move to the washroom – praying to the heavens on your way that every attendee doesn’t have to pee for a long time.
An empty stall. Yahtzee. 
After locking yourself in, and triple checking for possible eavesdroppers, you open your phone awaiting the next ding. 
But it doesn’t come.
With every passing second, there is only silence, and an empty notification bar greets your agog sight.
“Fucking piece of— UGH !”
You open the number next to your latest message. And you let it ring.
“Made you crack,” is the smug response you get, when Hoseok finally answers his end. The rasp in his voice makes you glitch, the power of telecommunication turning his voice hoarser than it is in person.
“You’re annoying .” 
“You didn’t look too annoyed when I had your pussy juices in my mouth.”
God. It happened many, many minutes ago and yet the scene burns vividly in your eyes, like it’s happening in your current timeline. You give out a shallow, warbled breath and continue on, as he seems keen on hearing you out today.
“You look fucking insane today,” you rest your fingertips on your lips to control the quivering, trying to remember his whole fit, “insanely hot. I just can’t help it anymore.”
“You’re one to talk,” Hoseok’s words come out less as speech and more as a coarse grunt, “leather on your ass looks… so good… Makes me wonder.”
Makes you wonder, too. Surely, your innocuous pants aren’t the leather he’s imagining at this moment.
“Remember your safeword?”
“Yes,” and just to be sure, you add, “ Keynote .”
“Good,” his voice is crystal clear, none of the gruff play showing in the notes. “You’ll use it whenever you need, correct? Even if it’s right now?”
“Yes. Don’t worry, I definitely will.”
“ Gooood. ”
The difference in tone between the last use of that word and this one is astonishing. Hoseok’s voice comes out a little pained, like his dick is being relieved from its confines. And what you wouldn’t give to be in its presence right now.
“You have unbelievable self control, I must say,” your blank brain offers.
“ Tsk, ” he chips into his microphone, “you’d think I do… but with you testing me every single waking day in the office? I was close to risking it all.”
You let out a small laugh. “Ever heard of workplace fun , Sir?”
“ Fuck, ” the grunt permeates through your head, poking holes into everything it can touch, “you’re lucky I’m a patient man. Fun would sound very different if left to me.”
If the beating of your heart was any indication, his definition of fun totally suits your agenda.
“What part of ‘call me by my name on site’ do you not get, you cock-craving whore ?”
Maybe it’s also the over-the-fabric touch you’re subjecting your nipples to, maybe it’s also the imagination that you let run wild over the past hours – maybe it’s just him – but hearing the words come from him releases a full-blown moan out of your lips, his brusque manner making you lightheaded. You switch from bare touches to tweaks, your breasts tingling with anticipation and wanting more.
“You and your innocent little eyes, with your ‘Yes Sir’ s and ‘No Sir’ s and ‘Of course Sir’ s , ” Hoseok works his words through his discordant breathing, “the seams of your skirt look very enticing those days – they would last a mere second under my fingers.” 
Letting out a ragged chuckle, you steady your phone in one hand, unbuttoning your pants with the other. You sure did have your fun with him, when time was abundant, people were scarce, and twilight had befallen your offices. 
“You didn’t just sit there and take it all,” you challenge, “that night in the elevator?” 
There’s a low curse on the other side of the call, followed by slow, rhythmic rustling of fabric – Hoseok is definitely jerking himself off right now, and for now, you can do nothing but writhe in your increasingly tightening pants. 
“I only respond in kind,” he offers, “and you’re lucky it ended where it did.”
“It was not very kind.” You can feel wetness still gushing, your fingers now swathed in the arousal your body is releasing. “Neither did I feel very lucky when it ended, you should ha—”
You were going somewhere with that sentence. 
But right now? When you register the sound of spit, all the trains in brain central have gone under repair, the tracks have fallen off, and chaos has descended on the station. There’s pounds of imaginary sand falling down your throat, sucking it off of all moisture. 
 With your fingers picking up speed over your clit, you let out a moan that can be described as nothing but unhinged. The sound of him spitting again cuts through your senses, the audio file burnt into your eardrums now, evoking memories of the night of your conference. 
“ Ho– Sir… ” the tension you’ve been holding onto all day doesn’t let you speak, pushing all your energy towards your twiddling fingers, “we should t–test the seams—” you pause to gulp a fat blob of accumulating dribble, “the seams of my skirt.” 
“If I have to bite it off o’ you, I will ,” Hoseok growls into his mic, and it makes you clench the empty air. Your swollen clit is aching, begging, grovelling for more friction. With every glide of your digits you can hear the squelches of your soused lips, and you’re hoping he does, too. It’s sending a flurry of signals around your nerves, the delirium of the approaching orgasm breaks down any embargo you set on yourself – your throat getting louder, fingers getting faster, feelings getting headier.
“Are you really trying to cum right now? Don’t you fucking know better ?!”
That’s how every joint of your body feels, the paralysis induced by his words spreading like a blaze through a dry forest, tearing through your muscles with great ease. With the change in tenor, his words turn less conversational and more commanding. But your immobility doesn’t hide your chagrin; you let him know your displeasure with a long, wanton groan of protest.
“Don’t give me that bullshit.” 
And you’re prompt to concede; only with a lower, more breathy whine. His words tone down your frown, lest he hears, and wait in silence, static, as Hoseok contemplates his next move.
“You’re bold today…”
Oh no.
“Good thing, I don’t need to be there to tame you, right?”
Oh yes.
You always wonder if words alone can push you over the edge. His words. Today, the lord Almighty has presented a well-packaged opportunity to test your theory. 
“Let me hear you slap yourself.”
If there comes a day when he stops surprising you or leaving you with your jaw hung, that’s the day the world implodes.
He says it so normally, so laid-back, not a hitch in his voice to hint at how ridiculous his ask – no, his demand is. “Thrice. Make sure I hear the snap, or else I’ll make you go again.”
“Or… we could just stop, right here .”
At some point you need to stop asking yourself; but how are you accepting all of this without a word of revolt? Any protest you could have had has long died, and fuck , every single utterance from him springs your muscles to work. The state of arousal your body is in makes air too heavy on your lungs. You murmur a small “Yes Sir,” and get to work.
Wittingly or unwittingly, you didn’t even attempt to go light on yourself with the first one. The sound shocks you before the sting, but you ardently hold the phone close – hoping Hoseok feels the burn he landed on your cheek. Your zeal to please does not subside for a second, as you pause to whisper, “Is it okay, Sir?”
“My bitch in heat…” is all that Hoseok hisses, and rightfully so.
You land the second slap over the previous one, the overlap doubling the prickles that spread over the area. Immediately, you rub the spot your fingers landed on, sucking in a sharp breath through your clenched teeth. 
In the intermittent time, you can only hear the lulls of Hoseok’s breaths. Slow, deep ones. The sound has the potential to calm your nerves, but right now, it is only revving you on. Having his spellbound attention, at his own party – it feels like a privilege, even if he is the one who initiated this.
With a sinister thought in mind, you move your hand downwards – a quiet slide over your body, pushing your pants down to give you some space; needed space for what you’re going to do. Hoseok has been patiently waiting, and you move your phone to the preparatory site. 
The last slap whips through the air, landing smack dab on your open and waiting clit. The groan that emanates from the depths of your throat is very, very different from the first two; a depraved, drawn out sound that Hoseok undoubtedly recognizes.
Holding your phone back up, you try to open your voice up. “O-okay, Sir?”
“Out of my reach,” Hoseok grunts into the phone, breath tight and words tighter, “you really soar high, don’t you?” His tight voice feels like it’s gripping at your own throat, and you find it hard to even move when he spits his next command. “Harder.”
“S– Huh?”
“I said harder . Like you mean it .”
You very much meant it the last time, but now – your fingers get a new lease at life from the power of his words. The next one hits hard like he demanded, your pussy lips feeling the tingling numbness after. You clench inward, body standing straight on your tip-toes, and you stagger back onto the wall.
Hoseok sounds distressed, like his lungs are rendered incapable of pulling another breath, like he is fighting the bones in his body and controlling himself from tearing through whatever boundaries divide you two. The rhythmic thumping on his end quickens. 
After adjusting your stance, you put forth your meek question, ���Can I–Can I go on, please ?”
“ Hmmmn ,” he gives an appreciative grunt, “go on baby, let’s see how you do by yourself. Try to feel as good as I made you.”
“ Fucking impossible ,” but you don’t waste another second, fingers parting your lips and gliding over your wet crevice – sparks crackle everywhere on your body, and you draw furious figures over your nub. “You do it yourself.”
“One day,” with a deep sigh, he starts, “ one day. I’m going to turn my office into my playroom…”
You swallow a bubble of lascivious greed.
“... and you, my plaything.”
Does he have to be this incorrigibly hot? With his play on words interjecting your imaginary view of him jerking off to you, your fingers twist faster in the confines of the terrible posture you’ve assumed.
“As if we can be quiet there.”
“Don’t worry,” there’s a dull clunking sound on Hoseok’s end, “makeshift gags are my speciality.” Hoseok’s movements get sharper and faster, his jangling zippers giving you more information for your imagination – more than necessary. “You just worry about how you’re going to sit on your ass after.”
“Just my ass?”
Hoseok lets out a tuft of breath at your cheeky words. “You want more worries?”
You press two fingers on your clit, feeling it throb under the pressure, holding your orgasm at bay to enjoy this banter you never got to engage in. “If they were worries, I wouldn’t be asking, would I?”
“ Fuck , you better remember your words baby,” he beams, only getting a flurried whisper of yes ’s from you. Your figure eight’s barely resemble eights anymore, drawing a collection of squiggly lines on your bud that meld according to the high that is approaching you.
“Remember them when I dig my fist into your hair, pull you around like my puppet,” Hoseok’s relentless voice sends shivers through your aroused skin.
“Yes, yes, I would lo—”
“And when I whip your tits and spit on your heated, bruised skin.”
“Oh God, S-Sir, I w-want it so bad,” a sob almost tears through you.
“Fucking feisty…” his hands are still working his dick (how does he have this self control? You’re about to break down like loosely stacked lego bricks), “I can’t wait to bind your knees together and fuck you like you deserve,” his sentence is interrupted by a harsh curse, “ sh–fuck, your already tight hole straining with no space.”
Out of all the things that you thought could make you cry, the desperation for an orgasm was never on the list. But when you feel a droplet slide down your cheek from the corners of your eyes, you confront the unfortunate reality – that list needs some serious rearranging. 
“I want–I wa— Good God, please,” your broken utterance is hopefully expressing how much you want this.    
“Would you like that?” Hoseok's jeer flushes you with a new wave of heat, your ankles ready to give up and plop you on the ground. “Would you like my tongue working your nipples, as you writhe under my grip?” His rasps grate on your skin as you let out an unhinged plea that barely resembles a language, his abrasive tone licking at your wounds. 
Bottom line, you’re ready to burst.
And when he says “Are you ready to cum for me?”, you’re sure your shriek of assent can be heard wherever he’s holed up. 
Just like that night, he commands you across the walls. 
And your brain is tuned for nothing but compliance.
At the burst of the dam, your body feels faint, like a feather moving to the dances of the wind. Like a burden toppling off your back, letting you stand straight for the first time in years. Like the dissonance in your bones has suddenly cleared, the harmony in your body playing mellifluous melodies for your ears to enjoy. In the chambers of your mind, there are distant echoes of Hoseok’s raspy grunts, each sound only propelling you further into the air.
The workout however, both physical and mental, catches up with you. In the shift of a second, your body goes from feeling weightless to having leaden flesh and bones. Your skin now awakens to the light sheet of sweat that formed over you through this ordeal. You slide down the wall that supported you for this long, and let out a long-drawn sigh. 
You feel fucking terrific. 
At the moment there’s a long pause between you two. You can’t say it's uncomfortable, but it makes you very aware of yourself. The lingering breathing between you two continues for a while, until you feel your muscles awake enough for operation.
You’re about to break this long standing silence, but Hoseok beats you to it.
“ Fuck! ”
After the peace and quiet, this almost makes you jump out of your skin.
“What happened?!”
Hoseok only clicks his tongue in return, tufts of breaths telling you he’s holding back a snort. “You happened.”
A funny smile creeps up on you, a mix of bewilderment and amusement. “I’m sorry?”
“Let’s just say,” Hoseok pauses in a moment of distraction, then continues, “these pants aren’t exactly stain proof.”
You can envision the scene clearly now, breaking into a fit of giggles – one that Hoseok joins as he vigorously wipes at the fabric.
“So,” comes from Hoseok, and you realise you’ve been seated in the same splayed position for quite some time, “wasn’t this a lot more fun?”
“You really didn’t have to convince me,” you giggle back, as you pick your pieces off the floor, “I was ready to me impolite and leave the mome—”
Beep .
Your home screen looks back at you, the phone app hiding amidst a bunch of icons with no active call in sight. You click on it – the thirty-two minute call just abruptly ended with no sound reasoning. Weren’t you talking just fine? 
Oh no . What if someone walked into his hiding spot? Oof, that’s embarrassing. 
Speaking of embarrassing… 
In the past thirty two minutes, you must have spent a whole two minutes paying attention to your surroundings. If people came in, they would have left with a very different disposition. All your talking, whining, begging – you had to have been loud. A small shudder passes your spine at that thought.
The hue of your red outfit matches your mood – embarrassed and scandalised – but by the grace of the heavens, there’s no one to accost you with wary glances. After giving your soiled hands a good scrubbing down, you fix your appearance – tucking the many stray strands of hair into a moderately clean look – and you leave the washroom.
A gargantuan hope is that no one notices your extended absence, or there aren’t a lot of stories you can make about spending an endless hour in the washroom. Periods? Phone calls? Explosive diarrhoea?
As you’re standing outside ruminating, you move to fish out your phone from your pocket – but the corner of your vision catches Hoseok walking towards you.
The moment you meet his eyes his steps quicken, determinedly in your direction. You start approaching him too, with no plan in mind. The intention was to hold a respectful distance between you two – the area is secluded, but people are still walking about.
The issue with that intention is, neither of you truly intend on it. The respectful distance is soon cut down by many, many metres. The ruler between your feet would show a reading of bare inches.
“Is this fine?”
His soft-spoken concern. His perturbed eyes. His fragile touch on your arm, not wanting to hold you unless you give the okay.
It shatters you that there is so much respect in the body of this disrespectful man.
“Sorry, my battery died,” he continues, when you don’t respond, “I didn’t mean to leave you hanging like that. Are you okay?
“Yes,” you affirm, and lean into his arm, “I’m okay. Are you?”
“I am. Better than okay.” His smile is so soft, so genuine – not like the loud ones in public, not like the snarky ones under the sheets – just radiating a gentle, warm glow.
For a few seconds, you are just standing there. In the middle of the corridor. Smiling at each other, speaking in eyes. Just addressing the rising realization that fuck , you really did this. 
And goddamn, right now, even the few inches separating you are painful. 
“Can I–” you start.
He did not stop to think for a moment. So why should you?
Without delay, you smush yourself against his awaiting lips. His mouth feels so gentle, just like the night at the hotel where you wrote your doom. There’s never a tear, never a shred, never a smidge of power that he exudes when you’re playing.
In the throes of your kiss, you have no perception of your limbs, and you find yourself sandwiched between a wall and your kisser. Hoseok’s arm rests on the wall, as he deepens his reach within your mouth, tongue firing up your inner walls. It feels exquisite, sending you into a labyrinth where every turn gives you more delirium. You bring your hands up to his cheeks, and trace small, light circles with your thumb – and you feel Hoseok shift imperceptibly into your hand.  
You drink and drink, the external party long lost in its own universe, and you in your own. You shift from one side to another, flitting your eyes open to take a peek at him, trying to look through the fog of dilation. But his eyes are glued shut, every nerve pouring his heart into this kiss. And so do you.
His hand slips around the back of your neck as if to hold you, as if you’d ever go anywhere. In this instant, there’s no other place you’d rather be. You purr into his lips and return in kind, threading one of your hands through his hair, pulling him closer into your body. As your breast presses further into his chest with every breath, you run your tongue over his own muscle, before letting him pull away for a nanosecond. 
“ Mm-hmmn , fuck .”
The microscopic break is enough for him; he dives back into you, noses jammed against each other. The incendiary quality of this kiss is very far off from the kiss you shared in bed. There is so much want, so much hunger being exchanged – not a nerve in you two experiences the satiation that your previous bout of togetherness possessed.
The eternity you spent in the kiss feels like two seconds when you finally part. Even then, you refuse to let him loose from your grasp, and he opts to join foreheads with you, intently looking into your eyes, getting the oxygen levels in your systems back in order.
“We have a,” Hoseok nudges your nose with his own, hand wrapping around your waist as he chooses his words, “a penchant for a wall dividing us.”
Your eyes widen before scrunching up at his words; you really do. Eye contact is hard to maintain when you’re casually talking about your eavesdropping days, so you move to look to the side. But Hoseok halts your avoidance, gently redirecting your chin to bring your gaze back to its place.
“I always miss out, don’t I,” he murmurs, before lodging himself in your neckline, his lips leaving a blaze on his path. The barely-there kisses on your neck automatically pull your brows in, and you bite your own lip to quieten that possible moan. The question of what he’s missing out on stays afloat somewhere in the confines of your mushy mind. 
But before you can pose the question with relative stability, he brings his lips up to your ear, delivering the last blow of your night.
“Next time, I won’t.”
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“Hoseok, if you keep hosting parties for every milestone we hit, you best beeliiieeevvveeee I’m slaving for the capitalism I despise!!”
At the moment, this exit is a crowd of rambunctious employees, laughing at the very drunk and very loud Hyejoon’s subservience to their overlords. 
Hoseok is looking at Hyejoon with unbridled exuberance, patting them on the back and chirping, “More reason to have these frequently! But I hope this doesn’t send you out of order tomorrow!”
“Look at meee ,” Hyejoon sings, swaying from one side to another like a dancing flamingo, “I’m steady like a bu uuulll !” 
“A Spanish Fighting Bull, yes, that’s the comparison” Yoongi quietly adds, and the place breaks down into another gaggle of laughter at the quip. Hyejoon giggles along merrily in acceptance with the bestowed title. 
After many more minutes of titters and goodbyes, you start walking towards the swathes of exiting attendees, until you finally cross Hoseok.
“Get home safe, everyone!” he addresses the whole group, but his focus is on you.
You give him a cheeky smile and lean in a bit closer.
“Yes, Sir .”
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Thank you for making it to the end! For more of my writing, find my masterlist here. As always, thoughts and feedbacks are greatly appreciated!
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jungk0oksthighs · 2 days ago
Over The Odds | Ruthless
Pairing - jungkook x reader
Genre - smut, angst, fluff, S2L, ceo!jungkook, sugardaddy!jungkook
Word count - 1.8k
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Drabble 14 - Jungkook finally meets your sister - jk pov
warnings: swearing
“The new employees are here,” Hoseok, Jungkook's assistant, opens the glass door to Jungkook’s office – it’s Monday morning and the first day of Jeon Industries plan to expand and broaden their horizons.
“I’ll be there soon, what room are you guys in?” Jungkook’s in the midst of sending emails, he peels his gaze away from the screen just enough to see his assistant of three years standing in the doorway wearing brown slacks and a cream shirt, the sleeves rolled up just enough to expose his slender veiny arms.
“Conference room two.” He nods, “You coming?”
“Give me five minutes.” He holds up his tattooed hand, and Hoseok leaves.
If there’s one thing Jungkook is particularly dreading today it’s meeting your sister Ruth, so far he’s heard nothing but bad things about her character. Her resume is absolutely spectacular though, much to his disappointment. She’s well educated, has tonnes of relevant work experience, fantastic references from well-respected people – truth be told she’s an employer’s wet dream. If it weren’t for the fact that you’ve extensively complained to him about how much of a bitch she is he'd probably be looking forward to meeting her, he has to remind himself to remain professional and keep an open mind regardless.
The door to conference room two displays his reflection, thankfully he’s looking refreshed and ready for the week ahead – which he is, he spent his entire weekend cosying up with you beneath the twinkling tipi and he feels great for it. He’s wearing a three piece grey suit, his hair is styled back exposing his thick brows and forehead, his tan skin is almost glowing and for the first time in weeks there’s not one trace of a single eye bag.
“Morning everyone,” He nods, glancing round at the sixteen new faces sitting around the long black table as he enters the room, “I’m Jungkook, the CEO and founder of Jeon Industries. It’s nice to meet you all.”
He asks that everybody go round the table and introduce themselves with their name and their proudest achievement, it’s the only exercise he actually makes an effort to sit in for whenever a group of new employees start. Mainly because he can tell a lot about a person’s character based on their response. There’s the people who want to impress him and start reeling off their academic credentials as though he hasn’t already read them on their resume. There’s the people that say ‘oh I don’t know I’m proud of all my achievements’ and can’t give him a straight answer. And then there’s his favourite type of people, the honest ones, who give genuine answers that aren’t relevant to the business like ‘passing my driving test first time’ or, ‘giving birth to my daughter’. Those are the employees that tend to do well within the company, escalating to larger, better-paid roles a lot quicker than the others. Jungkook appreciates honesty, and first impressions mean a hell of a lot to him.
The new faces do as he asks, as they were hired to do, and one by one give their answers to his question. He’s listening so intently that he almost forgets all about your sister, until she’s the next person to open her mouth.
“Hello everyone I’m Ruth,” She smiles brightly, and for a second Jungkook has to blink twice to make sure he’s seeing this properly. For lack of better words, she looks pretty much exactly fucking like you. He can tell she’s older around the eyes, her skin doesn’t glow quite the same way yours does but aside from small, insignificant differences here and there she’s your double. Her hair is shorter, her shoulders are little broader, he’s decided that despite what you’ve told him she’s not prettier but she is an attractive woman, and her presence is overbearing as he can already tell she loves attention, pausing until everybody in the room is looking at her.
“And my biggest achievement is being able to maintain such a close relationship with my family. It’s hard work sometimes,” She laughs, somewhat cockily, “But I’m very proud of the fact we’re all so close, after all family is the most important thing in the world. Achievements are worthless if you have nobody to share them with.”
Wow. He’s kind of impressed. And also confused, from what you’ve said to him she rarely checks in with the rest of your family – and he knows for a fact that the two of you aren’t exactly close. Remaining professional he listens to the other answers given, he’s made a mental note of the four people who gave genuine, memorable achievements but unfortunately for you your sister is one of them.
If only you’d let him fire her upon arrival like he offered to do when he initially found out she’d be working for him, but of course you being the kind-hearted soul you are said that would be unfair, and now she’s sitting in front of him hanging onto his every word.
“Thank you everyone, once you’ve completed training my assistant Hoseok and I will appoint you with your new roles depending on experience and credentials and how well you do over the next six weeks. Your contracts are in front of you if you wanna give them a read and hand them to Hoseok once you’ve signed them, he’ll be your go to man for throughout training. Welcome to Jeon Industries.”
“Thanks Jungkook.” Hoseok bares his white teeth in a glorious grin and Jungkook stands, exiting the room without another word.
It’s when he’s back in his office, sending some important documents to the printer that a loud knock on his door startles him, he’s not expecting anyone for the rest of the day. “Come in?” He shouts, unsure of who's there.
“Hello,” He glances in the direction of the soft voice, his stomach dropping at the sight of your sister already sitting down opposite him without permission, “I figured I should introduce myself to you properly while I’ve got a minute, you are my sister’s boyfriend after all.”
“It’s nice to meet you Ruth,” Jungkook locks his computer screen, giving her his undivided attention in an attempt not to come off as rude. “Officially.”
“I’m just going to get straight to the point…” Her smile immediately drops, the nice girl façade shattering right in front of his eyes, “I want to work in your finance department, I have all the qualifications and I think I would be an asset to your accounts team.”
“Oh?” He bites back a laugh, he didn’t know what he expected from the infamous Ruth but it certainly wasn’t this. “Well we can definitely look into that once you’ve completed training with Hoseok—”
“Is training really necessary? I know what I’m doing.” She flicks her hair over her shoulder, frowning at him. You were right, your sister is fucking unbelievable.
“It is, company policy.” He rids himself of any trace of emotion, staring at her with a serious expression while leaning back in his leather office chair.
“Right, but you’re dating my sister—”
“You won’t be treated any differently to my other staff.” He warns her, shaking his head. It’s not very often he has to show his power, usually he treats the employees as his equals because he respects them and the work they do for him. But some people every now and then, need reminding of who he is. “My relationship with Y/N is irrelevant.”
Ruth doesn’t appear to like this, she chuckles darkly to herself before bending forward, “You really want to explain to my father, to Y/N’s sick father, that you wouldn’t put me on the department I applied for? That I moved back into their house for nothing? I wonder how that conversation would go…”
“Are you threatening me?” He’s half-frowning, half-smiling, amused by the whole situation. Who in all fuckery does this girl think she is, does she even know who she’s speaking to?
“I know what I’m doing Jungkook, I’m smart, I’m ambitious, and I want to be on your accounts team.”
“Like I said, we’ll review it once you’re done training.” He sympathises with you completely, he can only imagine what she’s like behind closed doors if she behaves this day at work, on her first day none the less. To this she doesn’t respond, and so he unlocks his computer screen to finish what he was doing when she first arrived.
“And what if I refuse to do the training?”
“There’s the door,” Jungkook points an inked finger to the glass entrance not bothering to look at Ruth, locking his computer once again before finally settling his eyes on her shocked face.
“If you’re not willing to learn here there’s really no point you staying, Hoseok prepares the best training material to ensure all employees are capable of doing other roles within the company to cover things like sick days, maternity leave and so on. You might be my girlfriend’s sister but this is my business, I’ve worked hard to be sat at this side of the desk and if you don’t want to follow the policies that I’ve put in place, feel free to leave.”
“…I was kidding, obviously.” She rolls her eyes but deep down she's panicking, he can tell, resorting to batting her eyelashes at him as though it’ll change his perception of her, “Of course I’ll do the training, but I would really like it if my interest in the finance department can be taken note of.”
“Of course,” He feigns a smile, the only reason he hasn’t fired her where she sits is because he knows deep down she would be an asset to his company, and she’s also right – he doesn’t want to have an awkward conversation with your dad if he can avoid it, giving he's yet to meet the man, “Was there anything else?”
“Just one other thing,” She stands, resting her small palms on his desk to lean over him, “If you ever, and I mean ever hurt Y/N… More than you already have,” She scoffs, inching down further until Jungkook’s uncomfortably sitting back to avoid being so close to her face, “I’ll tear you and this entire fucking company down, until I’m the one sitting at that side of the desk.”
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sammybby · a day ago
Request : Y/N and namjoon decide to both have their virginity taken away on their anniversary. They’re both nervous but excited to be each other’s first. Namjoon is gentle of course with fluffy passionate lovemaking
Pairing : namjoon x f.reader
Genre : established relationship au, smut, fluff
Warnings : boyfriend!namjoon, tongue kissing, vanilla sex, missionary, palming, fondling, light teasing and fingering, unprotected sex, cum on stomach, sweet talking (“baby” used multiple times)
WC : 3.2k
A/N : Sweet Anon this is all for you. I had a whole plan to picture dirty blonde and kinda grey haired Namjoon while writing this but saw the new pic of him and I have no regrets so feel free to imagine him like this
Or however…
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The moment was perfect. In fact, if you waited any longer, you knew you’d regret it.
“Babe ?” You called out to him.
Your hand was firmly stuck on Namjoon’s arms as he looked at you with wide eyes, ready to strap himself up with his seatbelt but immediately stopping once you laid a hand on him.
“Yeah, what’s wrong ?”
Moving forward and joining his lips with yours, you kissed him urgently and gripped the fabric of his shirt between your fingers. It was long and intimate, only turning more intense as he placed a hand on the back of your head, bringing you closer. He moved his palm to your cheek and bought the kiss to an end as he felt you smile against his lips.
The sweet chuckle that resounded through the car made you grin as you sat calmly back in your seat, letting a sigh out and intertwining your fingers with his.
“What was that for baby?” Smiling that beautiful smirk, dimples peeking out and hair hiding his slightly raised eyebrows, he only squeezed on your hand lightly to show you he was waiting for an answer.
“Let’s do it.”
“Do what ?” He laughed gently.
Biting your lips, you couldn’t help but admire how effortlessly breathtaking he looked, just sitting beside you.
Namjoon had just taken you out to celebrate your first anniversary. Dinner was wonderful : enjoying his cheeky winks and stares, holding on to your hands when speaking to you, and reminiscing over the great memories you both had made together. Nothing could be better.
Therefore, the only thing that was missing had run through your mind a couple times. That was sex.
Both you and him had never done it before. Frankly, it wasn’t even a problem. You had agreed with Namjoon that you wanted to do it with someone special and he also thought the exact same. No pressure was put on the other, nor did it affect your relationship. You’d kiss and do other things like normal couples, it just never went the full way. It wasn’t a bad thing, it just never got that far and you didn’t want to rush.
But, Namjoon was the one. He proved it day in and day out by being the most amazing boyfriend. Being understanding, comforting and supportive weren’t enough to describe him as he was way more. On the other hand, he could make you giggle in a matter of seconds, brighten your day and give you a reason to be happy. He was purely the love of your life.
You’d never been in a proper relationship before; neither did he and you were fortunate you’d met him at such a suitable time. It clicked as soon as you met, however - flying by so fast- had already been a year. If now wasn’t the occasion to do something so memorable and important for the two of you, when was it then ?
“I want to make love with you. Right now.”
The words made his jaw drop a little bit. Your mischievous smirk only encouraged him as he snook a peek at you.
“Right here ? I thought you’d like to do it on a bed at least.” Truthfully, he might have sounded confident, but his heartbeat was increasing rapidly.
“Namjoon.” The soft tap on his shoulder made him chuckle as he held your palm against his chest. You could feel his pace, similar to yours, as you both stared at each other in silence. Smile evidently giving off the feelings you were reciprocating with him, only reassured Namjoon to lean toward you and peck you softly before speaking.
“We don’t have to do this Y/N.” His eyes were closed but he could feel the grin on your lips, bumping his nose against yours. “Babe, look at me,” his hands were on your thighs while he hummed and gazed up into your eyes, “I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. And I’m ready Namjoon.”
He waited a couple of seconds before replying. “Me too. You know I love you Y/N.”
“I love you more.”
“Show me then. Show me you love me.”
That was all the permission he needed before leaving a smooch on your cheek and making his way home. The drive was quick and before you knew it, one minute he had an arm swung around your waist, both of you smirking like children at each other, and the next as you entered his house, he had you up against a wall, now running his hands over your clothed body, lips connected with yours.
Your grip around his neck and fingers that were busy tangled up in his hair, loosened to make their way to his button up shirt as you simultaneously kicked your heels off to the side of you.
You were still pecking each other, Namjoon copying your actions and taking off his shoes, trying his best not to create a lot of distance between you both. “I want this,” you kissed him harder before withdrawing, “off.”
Him and you were panting lightly before he smirked, moving closer and hiding his face into the crook of your neck. Leaving smooches all over your skin, he took a firm hold of your waist, teasing his hands down the side of your thighs before picking you up easily, your legs instantly wrapping around his frame.
“Na-!” He cut you off, a moan leaving you when he entered your mouth with his tongue. The fact that you were being carried around by him - and able to fall any second but most likely wouldn’t because of his secure grip - ran out your mind as he moved his palms to the bottom of your asscheeks.
Too busy on making out with him, he’d successfully made the journey to his bedroom, setting you down gently on to the edge of the bed. For some reason, he’d gotten down on his knees, confusing you as he saw the slight furrow of your eyebrows, and chuckled lightly before speaking.
“I can’t wait for this baby.” His hands rubbed on your inner thighs, spreading your legs apart until your dress eventually began to hike up and your panties were in view of his eyes. “Can I ?” Instead of answering, you reached for the hem of your dress and as he helped you remove it comfortably, he kissed on your thighs, getting dangerously close to your sensitive heat. He gaped up at you sensing your stare that was filled with lust.
“Is something up Y/N ?” His voice somehow sounded sinful suddenly and you couldn’t help but feel the shiver run down your back. You desperately wanted to clench your thighs when he squeezed on them but stopped and instead got rid of the distance that you were beginning to hate. Immediately, he reacted back with the same hurry while you began unbuttoning his shirt. Bizarrely, he stopped you though, engulfing your hands with his and got back on his feet.
He left a kiss on the back of both hands, before placing them on his belt buckle and letting go to work on his shirt. You gulped in both excitement and hesitation and watched for Namjoon as he urged you on with the simple look of his eyes. He nearly let out a groan when your hand skimmed past his clothed cock, becoming harder just by your touch. It thrilled you that he felt this way just from the pure contact, patience vanished.
Finally, you’d managed to get the belt off him, flinging it away from you as he rested his palm on your face, thumb swiping up and down on your cheek, looking down on to you. Your innocent face was driving him crazy with your almost naked body and sight of you in such pretty underwear making it hard not to pounce on you. He ducked down, pushing you further up the bed before towering over you.
You felt all of him on you - content with the fact that he was basically naked, apart from his boxers that did not hide his length that was poking at you - as he moved your hands above your head. Crossing your wrists with one hand, the other glid past your covered breast, Namjoon muttering, “Is this ok ?”
Instead of holding on your wrists, he interlaced his fingers with yours, joining mouths and kissing you gently, when he groaned from your legs wrapping around him. You squeezed your thighs together, and couldn’t help yourself smirking when he deepened the kiss, pushing you further in the mattress. The both of you held on to each other tighter, Namjoon now running his mouth down your cheek, onto your jawline and neck, up until he came to sight with your chest.
Unfortunately, he was backing away, only to grab a pillow, placing it behind your head and ensuring you were comfortable. The view from below him was breathtaking, his chest all you had your eyes on, hands wanting to feel it. You laid your palms on top of it, watching as he grinned when your fingers lightly crossed down to his abs. You’d had enough of the distance, hands now on his arms and clutching his bicep, bringing him closer to you.
“I want you inside of me Namjoon.” You whined softly.
Your hands clasped round his neck, taking him everything not to go ahead and fuck you as hard as he wanted when your widened eyes looked up at him. Nevertheless, this was his first time as well - he wanted to remember this distinct time as something that he only experienced with you. He wanted to make love with you the proper way.
“Don’t worry baby, I will.” kissing on your collarbone till he met your shoulder, he pecked all over your chest, licking and biting gently on your skin, his tongue making patterns. Soon it began to feel as if he was teasing you when he refused to kiss on your breasts, moving past them quickly whenever he was in reach of it.
Your frustration from him not showing any affection towards them, got the best of you, your hands swiftly grabbing his, till you shoved his palm on top of one of them. You’d caught him off guard, his movements halting, the hand that was on your back completely staying still. “Take it off, you can.” Shrugging, you smiled softly, meeting his stare and waiting for him to make a move.
His fingers tapped on the sides of your stomach, travelling to your back, till he met the hook of your bra. He grinned, kissing you gently, before undoing it in a smooth manoeuvre and tossing the item behind him.
Truthfully, Namjoon was a sucker for your boobs. He loved laying on them, enjoying how they became soft cushions for him, when his head used them as a pillow. Nonetheless, a gentleman would never rush in to things and he would hate to come across as desperate to you.
Your eagerness only made him yearn even more for you when he saw the irritated but cute face that forced him to lay his hands on them.
The keenness was evident from the both of you, the indecent sounds that were leaving your mouths only increasing when Namjoon made his way down your body, latching his tongue on to your nipple.
He laid it flat against your bud, the saliva and contact of his tongue, making your nipple harden. The gasp that he heard from you, prompted him further, swirling it in a circular motion, while his other hand felt for your other breasts, teasing your nipple between his fingertips. He was sure not to leave it alone, giving it the same fondness and attention his mouth was currently busy with, switching alternately.
Once he was proud with the swollen but loved look of them, he peppered kisses down your stomach as your hands went to the back of his head, tugging on his hair once he teasingly left a peck on your clothed pussy. His index and middle finger rubbed on the wet patch, his eyes occupied with looking for a reaction from you. You flinched, jaw dropping wider when he moved your panties to the side, thumb slowly entering your hole.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to feel all of you love. I bet you taste so good.” As soon as it even began to move further inside you, his thumb left you, before he plopped it into his mouth and sucked on it, the sound of a quick popping shocking you. “My baby’s so delicious.”
Before you even had a moment to comprehend what he had done, his mouth was on yours, only for his fingers to keep stroking on your clothed heat, while you hurriedly tried to remove your underwear.
“Let me do it.” He said in between kisses, delicately moving his finger to your panties, patiently running it down your legs and scrunching them up, to throw it to the side of him. Namjoon’s fingers went back to their previous state, this time with more pressure, separating your lips as he ran them past your folds. You squirmed from the action, Namjoon’s intitial reaction to shush you as he whispered sweet words into your ears. “I can’t believe I’m so lucky to have you. My pretty girl.”
Enjoying his movements while he randomly pecked behind your ears, and on your neck, your own hands worked their way down to please him. Palm finding the area it was looking for instantly, your actions bought immediate pleasure to Namjoon as he felt himself rubbing on you. “Fuck.” Stopping the kiss to take a look at you, he stroked your cheek. “Why’d you stop ?”
“Do you think you’re ready Y/N ?”
His consideration and care was apparent to you, your heart softening at his gentle look and the concern heard in his voice. Pulling him near, you edged closer, lips barely touching as you muttered a low “I’m ready Namjoon. Make love to me.”
Attaching his lips onto yours, he kissed you deeply and intimately, sliding his arms down to his boxers; slipping it down his legs without causing a distraction to the two of you.
You could feel his cock slip past your lower lips, fingers gripping onto the skin of his upper arm. Retreating from the connection of your tongues, he bought his length in his palm, your eyes busy with watching him. His focused look made you bite your lip as he bought his tip to your folds, smothering the wetness.
Pushing forward, it caused you both to inhale a breath, your fingers digging into him while he gripped the sheets beneath your head. He groaned upon feeling you so raw while you gasped from the new sensation and him pulling out. Hands held onto his shoulder as he entered you again, he was getting used to it, clutching on your hips.
“I’m not hurting you am I ?” Namjoon asked, the faint distressed face of yours, making him furrow his eyebrows. “No.” You moaned missing the fullness of his cock inside of you, the new discovery of this indescribable experience, beginning to make you reach a level of what felt like heaven.
“Fuck me, Namjoon please.” Being nothing but straightforward, it was only his job to accomplish your wish.
“Anything for you love.” Wasting no time on keeping you waiting, his clasp on you moved to your waist as he buried all of him in to you. “You take me so well,” lips occupied with dabbing smooches on the open skin of your exposed neck, “want more baby ?” he spoke.
“Yes, ugh-” you replied, eyes screwing shut as he thrusted deeper, actions in some way delicate; taking his time to cherish in this tenderness that was becoming pure bliss for him. Going quicker at his own pace and checking that you were also able to relish in this thrill, your arms reached to fasten around him. Your fingers stroked the back of his head while the others found his back and began to poke themselves into his skin when you felt an intensity rise in your lower stomach.
“Namjoon.” Moaning to yourself and savouring his also deep groaning that signified the identical emotions he was undergoing; his grasp on you was firm, words that he uttered bringing a flush to your cheeks and chest.
“I love you so much Y/N.”
“I love you too. I love you- aah.” The low groans beside your ear and yours to Namjoons symbolised the orgasm that snapped for the both of you as his movements eventually turned sloppy, till he hurriedly managed to remove himself from you and released himself on your stomach.
“Mmmh.” You twitched a little from the cringe of his absence, his body in your arms as he collapsed on to you. Legs feeling limp, the small mewls and panting of you only mirrored Namjoon. The tingling excitement between you both was coming to its end, reality coming back to your mind. He was able to heave himself off you, and leaned against his hands while pecking you.
“That was amazing baby.” Eyes opening to meet the delighted smile of Namjoon, you embraced him harder, moving in for a smooch.
“It was.” You couldn’t stop yourself from beaming at him, brushing your lips against his, unable to meet his gaze, focusing on his dimple and tapping it softly with your finger.
“Let’s go clean up, I made a mess.” Separating himself from you, he got onto his feet, picking you up carefully by the legs, taking note of the wince you made from the movement and stickiness, whispering a “Sorry.” to you when he successfully had you in his hold.
“Next time we’ll be more prepared.” You mumbled in his neck, a shy look flooding your face. He couldn’t see it but squeezed on your hips, making you squeal as you’d made your way to the bathroom.
Hands still on you, he set you down in the shower and leaned you against the wall, turning on the water. The coldness hit you, tightening yourself on him as you relaxed when his hands roamed your back and the water turned warm.
Namjoon turned you around, making sure you were getting wet, your back facing to him and ass sweeping past his length, but rubbing on him when he bent forward and laid his chin in the crook of your neck. His hands met your breasts and was in his hold as he caressed them them with his thumb, nipples in between the tips of his fingers. Pinching and squeezing on them lightly until he saw you were satisfied, he let go, laying his palm on your stomach and placed his cheek against yours.
“I’m really glad you were my first.”
“Yeah ?” He could hear the sheer happiness in your voice chuckling at your adorable face he spotted in the corner of his eye. “Me too.” You spoke cutely, hands on top of his until you spun around to face him, extending your arms behind him to grab the shower gel. Keeping his watch on you as you slathered some on his open palms, he massaged your skin, applying it to the right spots as you continued to do the same.
Sneakily, your hand travelled down his torso, setting a palm to his hip, while your other rested on his dick. The mischievous glimmer in your eyes, did something to Namjoon and he couldn’t help himself grind on you.
Swiftly, he latched his fingers onto your wrist, “Don’t do this baby, you’re gonna regret it.” Your smirk only encouraged him as he saw your weren’t backing down.
“You asked for it.” He grinned while pulling you near, inching forward to rest his nose on yours and mutter in that sinful voice of his.
“Are you ready for round 2 baby ?”
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pjmcherries · a day ago
cinema, park jimin
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synopsis: “do you think im cool . . . or am i too into you?” the cute cashier down at the movie theatre down town, who just so happens to be your boyfriend, wants to make a movie of your own. “if you’re getting yourself wet for me, you’re all mine.”
jimin x fem!reader
꒰ smut, 🗯 a short drabble 🍓
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“Well, you look cute,” You poke your boyfriends name tag. Jimin stood with his arms folded, long fingernails digging in his palms as his fists bunch under his arm. He was getting impatient and you were lightly ticking him off. “What time do you get off mister?” You question, hanging onto his shirt.
If Jimin had to watch one more couple come in to watch a marvel film that he could be watching, he’d lose it. In his mind he should have been sitting in a corner of the theater, deep in the back, fingering you into oblivion. He never ever got far, you’d always get offended before his fingers touch.
He scoffs. “I want to go home y/n!”
You giggle at his pout, his pink lips poking out as he grabs you by your waist.
“Maybe,” you answer pushing him against the counter. An indent forms in his pants under where his buttons meet your belly. Jimin could smell every ingredient of the shampoo in your hair, he could taste the smell of the food on your tongue and it was fresh like fruit, so sweet. “Just quit your job like we discussed. Baby, you could always find somewhere else.”
Jimin hums, shaking his head against your chest.
With a groan, you smack his forehead away with a push as he proceeds to bite along the top of your breasts.
“Baby,” you whine this time. “Fuck me in the bathroom?”
“Are you even wet?” Jimin laughs, running a hand through his hair. He eyes around the theater entrance to see if people were still outside chatting with friends, using a photo booth or being too shy to ask for more butter on their popcorn.
Leaning away, you grab onto his shirt, nodding. You hum.
He scoffs, the sound too familiar. “Oh yeah?” Jimin says in a lower tone, the one he usually does to get you going. “Show me?”
The man watches as you lift the hem of your skirt, bringing his ring clad hand down to slide along your lips.
“Believe me now?”
You screech as you find yourself bent over the counter. The smell of popcorn evading your nose, mingling in with Jimins cologne. Wiggling your ass against his crotch, you hear the jingle of his belt making you giggle. He grabs his phone from the counter in front of you before gripping your chin,
He forces you to look into the mirror.
“Smile, baby, smile.”
Jimin always thought you looked the prettiest when he is fucking you.
But, you were even prettier when you knew you it.
The corners of your glossy lips raise in excitement, eyes lighting up like you just got a present on Christmas.
“Hurry please,” you gasp, palming the counter. “I need you inside of me Jimin.”
“And you don’t want to get caught,” Jimin laughs at you.
You nod, rubbing back against him as he takes his cock out. The angry pink tip slapping against your hole. Jimin fumbled with his phone, using one hand to hold it up to the mirror. “Remember what I said baby?” you bite your lip, nodding to him through the mirror, watching his eyes. “Smile, okay?”
“Smile,” you repeat with a gasp as he slips inside of you. “I will, Jiminie I promise.”
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yonkimint · a day ago
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The End is You and I [Taehyung x Reader]
3. Violent Protest
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smasmashie · 2 days ago
Day in the Life [2/7]
Pairing: hyungline (seokjin, namjoon, yoongi, hoseok) x reader
Genre: family/domestic AU, fluff, comedy
Summary: You have seven kids. Four husbands and three toddlers. So yeah, seven kids.
Tags: EXTREME domestic bliss, domestic fluff, husband!hyung line, baby!maknae line, established relationship, protectiveness, comedy, slice of life, seokjin is in a state of constant and overwhelming fondness, namjoon should never be allowed in a kitchen, yoongi has tattoos, hoseok is a humble chaebol, maknae line are demons (toddlers)
[Part 1] [Part 3]
Like every boy his age, Taehyung has nightmares sometimes. Usually, he’s good at shaking them off. 
But one night, he stays up too late watching Scary Youtube Shorts with Jimin. And that night, he dreams of you getting abducted by aliens. 
Long after he wakes, after the sweat and the tears and the screaming, after he worms into your bed and clings to your neck for life, after Namjoon finally manages to pry him off, he can’t seem to stop staring at you.
“What’s happened?” asks Hoseok, messing Taehyung’s hair as soon as he strolls into the kitchen. “Bad dream?”
Taehyung opens his mouth.
Nothing comes out. 
You sit him down on the countertop for a second to help Hoseok with his tie. “He woke up at 4AM, Hobi.”
“Dreams aren’t real, Taehyungie,” Hoseok says, chipper. 
Taehyung knows , obviously, it’s not like he’s Jungkook years old.
But just in case, he wraps you up with his arms the way he’s seen his appas do. 
His arms are hardly long enough to close around you, but he tries, and then he plants a wet, sloppy kiss on your ear. 
“Look at him,” Hoseok says, with a laugh. “Our son looks so serious.”
“Baby,” you smile, stroking Taehyung’s cheek. “What’s wrong?” 
What’s wrong, Taehyung is convinced, is that he has only one umma. 
And this precious, single umma exists in the same universe as hundred hundred hundred hundred hundred bad people. 
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A few weeks later, Yoongi is making samgyeopsal and Seokjin has cracked open a beer. Hoseok is fanning himself with a folded newspaper as he jogs around the grill with platters of vegetables. As they do, the adults busy themselves discussing boring things and Jimin’s marvelous grades, and Taehyung is very absorbed in figuring out why his pants need a zipper.
Then the grill crackles a little. 
“Whoa,” Seokjin says, and a flame shoots up.
Instantly, Taehyung sprints at Olympic speed across the garden, vaulting off of a rock, diving sideways, arm outstretched.
Then he lands. 
On his face.
At your feet. 
There is a collective moment of silence. 
Taehyung picks himself up, dusts himself off, and returns to squat beside Jimin.
"Did you want some meat," offers Yoongi, gentle.
"Were you shielding us from flames," asks Jungkook, eyes sparkly. “Stark hyung.” 
Hands still out, frozen in a phantom catching position, you blink. “Baby?”
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Allegedly, Namjoon is not the best cook on planet earth, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t know how to boil an egg. 
“Don’t do that,” Yoongi warns as he breezes past, rolling the sleeve of his shirt over his tattoos. 
“Don’t do what,” Namjoon says, looking up. 
“Don’t put aluminum foil in the microwave,” Seokjin calls, from the couch, without even looking. “That’s dangerous.”
But Namjoon’s already pressed Start and the microwave turns on with a hum and a buzzy, electric pop and Namjoon would completely turn it off if he weren’t momentarily distracted by a small feral animal--no, a small Taehyung-- flying across the room and tackling you backward.
You yelp, tumbling into the ground with Taehyung on your face, barely breaking the fall with the arm Yoongi attempts to wrap around you. 
“Jesus,” Hoseok hisses, as he shoves Namjoon out of the way, reaching to pull the plug off the wall. “Yah, Joonie, you’ve got to stop micro--”
“Taehyung?” Namjoon asks, bewildered, “What are you doing to your umma?”
Taehyung, pinning you down, lying spread eagle over your torso, peels himself off and turns for a second. 
Squints at the smoke.
Squints at Namjoon.
“Appa,” he warns obscurely, voice gravel-like, in the tone of a street-hardened gangster. “Don't. Do. That.” 
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It’s not often that you mix up the boys’ names. In fact, it never happens that you mix up the boys, period. But today, in the midst of everything on your mind, all the interview questions, the one chart you missed four years ago and the way you’d accidentally called the head surgeon an octopus two days into the job… it just happens. 
“Tae,” you mutter, Jimin’s backpack in hand, watching Seokjin herd them out the door. “Baby, you forgot your things.”
Taehyung whirls around mid-step, ready to respond. 
“But that’s mine,” Jimin cuts in, dramatic, whiny, “Umma, you’re so bad,” and then offers his cheek for a consolation kiss. 
Both cheeks.
Then forehead. 
Also a hug. 
Speechless, Taehyung just stares. 
“Yah, Jimin-ah, stop hogging your umma,” Seokjin says, peeling Jimin off of you, dangling him off one arm as he, too, offers his cheek for a kiss. 
Taehyung keeps staring. 
“Let me go,” Jimin grunts, annoyed, pouty, kicking helplessly into the air. “Bad appa!” 
In lieu of an answer, Seokjin points at his mouth and waits for a kiss before finally finding the mercy to toss Jimin into the back of his convertible. 
Though Taehyung doesn’t stop staring, his hands do wound around yours. 
“Unacceptable,” Jimin complains, fumbling upright to cross his arms with copious indignance. “I’m going to speak to your manager! Kim Seokjin-ssi!”
“You’re looking at her, kid,” Seokjin winks at him, then smiles at Taehyung. “Isn’t that right?” 
Clearly the only functioning adult here, Taehyung ignores the six-foot care-free idiot and turns to you. He asks, frowning, “Is everything OK, umma?”
You gape at him for a second before understanding the question. “Yeah, baby. I’m sorry. There are a lot of things on my mind today.” 
“What’s on your mind?” Taehyung asks, frown creased deeper. 
“Oh,” you laugh, surprised, endeared by this very serious little man. “Only a job interview, baby. Don’t worry.” 
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Taehyung is absolutely fucking worried. 
“Umma has an interview,” Taehyung announces.  
“I thought umma gives interviews,” Jimin says, hardly listening as he braids his half of Jungkook’s hair. . 
“What’s an interview?” Jungkook asks. 
Taehyung has no idea. 
“In any case,” Taehyung decides, “We will kill umma’s interview.”
“No killing,” Seokjin warns from the front seat.
“We will murder umma’s interview,” Taehyung tries again. 
“Yah, this kid,” Seokjin laughs, but then looks a little scared. “So like, how’s school?”
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As a function of working insanely late nights, Yoongi simply doesn’t wake in the morning. He just kind of cracks open his eyes in a zombie-like state, and in the same zombie-like state, scoops you up into his arms and kisses mindlessly at your ear, your neck, your shoulder. He teases you, mouthing over every inch of skin until you’re squirming.
“It’s late, let go,” you tell him, half serious. 
“Should I really?” Yoongi asks, as his hands dip between your legs. 
Today, Yoongi flips you onto your belly, one hand holding you in place as he fucks you into the mattress. His thrusts are hard and deep and he’s mid-way through a stroke that has you moaning into the pillow when the door creaks open and a small voice says, “Umma?”
“Come on my cock,” Yoongi mutters, “Ms. Attending Physician,” breath hot against your ear, and you’re just a pulpy sweaty mess and the voice, just then, comes closer.
“Umma?” it repeats, louder, strained, undeniably unhinged, “UMMA?”
One single cell in that infinite expanse of your neural network, which Yoongi has fucked completely empty of thoughts, flickers on.
“Oh my god,” you yelp, essentially wrestling Yoongi off of you, “Oh my god, Taehyung?” 
In his One Piece pajamas, in a state of abject distress, marooned at the center of a shattering world, Taehyung stands there, rooted to the ground.
He takes one small, shaky inhale.
Then screams. 
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“He tried to kill me,” Yoongi summarizes.
Hoseok slaps a bag of frozen peas to Yoongi’s cheek and snorts. “If you could be killed by a six-year old child--”
“That child,” Yoongi says, looking surprisingly traumatized for someone who is generally revered for doing the traumatizing, “is possessed by a demonic, thousand-year old entit--”
“He’s our son,” Namjoon corrects, annoyed.
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“He’s not my son,” Namjoon amends, airily, two hours after Taehyung busted him trying to fuck you against the shower wall in the dead of the night. “WHY WAS THIS CHILD UP AT 3 AM? WHAT DID I MARRY INTO, HELL?”
“I’m telling you,” Yoongi says, looking rather dead on the inside. “Demonic possession.” 
Namjoon doesn’t agree, fundamentally, as a matter of principle, except he sort of does.  
“Someone’s got to talk to him,” Hoseok suggests, then glances at Seokjin.
Two other pairs of eyes also glance at Seokjin. 
Seokjin shrinks behind the coffee machine, but allows his spatula to emerge and pontificate his rights. “I am not the only appa in this household!”
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Household Diplomat Seokjin tries to start a conversation after dinner. 
“So,” he says, sidling up to Taehyung, friendly, non-confrontational, completely understanding, the epitome of Cool Dad. “Is there something we should talk about?”
Taehyung’s too busy watching you cut the cake to answer. 
“I mean,” Seokjin says, mostly to himself. “The weather’s great.”
“Ouch,” you mumble, literally five meters away. 
With a roar, Taehyung tackles you out of the way.
Out of the way of a  cake.  
Seokjin has written Monoidal t-norm logic proofs simpler than this. 
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In the morning, you find Hoseok by the bathroom counter, shaving cream all around his face, over his upper lip, his chin, up to his ears. Beside him, Jimin is sitting on the side of the bathtub, shaving cream all over his face too, looking very manly and business-y as he tells Jungkook in a middle-aged salary-man accent, “Life is not easy, Jungkook-ah.” 
“Such is life,” Jungkook says, with the forlorn sigh of a kindergartener. 
Fond, Hoseok just smacks both of his sons light on the back, while Taehyung ambles around with his shirt backward. 
And inside out. 
“Taehyung,” you say, stopping him in his tracks.
“Umma,” Taehyung rubs at his eyes blearily. “Are you OK, umma? Did appa bully you again?”
“Your appas don’t bully me,” you tell him.
And then it clicks.
“Baby, are you worried for me?” you ask, softly.
Taehyung opens his mouth, turns five shades redder, and then says a very tiny, very shy, “No.”
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Of course it rains during the annual Halloween movie outing. The sprinkle turns into a downpour in seconds, and in the middle of the scramble for the car, Taehyung decides to peel off his jacket and put it on your shoulder. 
His tiny, (kid’s) Size Small jacket. 
It covers exactly half of one shoulder.
You’re about to put it back on him when, Jimin too, takes off his scarf and wraps it around your forearm. And then Jungkook hands you his tiny baseball cap and says, “Umma, don’t catch a cold.”
Like always, Seokjin is the first to notice. He wheels to a stop and, for a second, you think he’s about to call out the ridiculousness of your High Fashun outfit.
But he doesn’t.
He just ruffles Taehyung’s soppy wet hair and takes off his hoodie and pulls it over you and, at this point, Hoseok says, “Mine’s water-resistant,” and puts his jacket over Seokjin’s hoodie.
“Mine’s waterproof,” Namjoon argues, hanging his coat over your head.  
“Hey,” you start, because seriously-- 
“See,” Yoongi says, to no one in particular, as he knots his own scarf around your neck, “we can take care of umma together.”
“All right, we are all being very silly, and getting very close to catching a horrible cold,” you say, pushing each man, big or little, towards the van. “Come on, I don’t want to take care of seven of you.” 
On the ride home, Taehyung decides abruptly, his fist tightening around your fingers, as many as he can grab at a time, “You have to do a good job.”
“Of what?” Hoseok asks, confused. 
“There is only one umma,” Taehyung clarifies. “And there are a hundred hundred hundred hundred hundred bad guys.” 
“That’s ten billion,” Namjoon calculates, then looks into the rearview mirror. “And absolutely, we will all take care of umma, Taehyung. Ten billion times,” and his eyes flit to yours, for a moment, “I promise.”
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1uckygold · 2 days ago
Changing One's Tune (13)
Summary: Hybrids have always been known to humanity after scientist decided to test the limits of the animal genetics on humans. Now the world uses them as adoptable companions, which is why a group of friends found their way at a Hybrid Shelter. Though one trip turns into an ugly fight involving Yoongi to walk away—But what happens when that same male finds a cat hybrid that is scared out of her mind with a dark past. Who said that dark past was over?
~Pairing: Min Yoongi (BTS) | Suga x Hybrid f! Reader
~Genre: Angst & Fluff, Hybrid au
~Word Count: 3.5K
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Part: 01 / 02 / 03 / 04 / 05 / 06 / 07 / 08 / 09 / 10 / 11 / 12 / More Chapters Soon...
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Wild feline orbs snapped wide open, panic swirling through them while your senses refused to cooperate from the emotional roller coaster running inside. You hated that everything felt out of control, it was like a slap to the face. A reminder that the past is never really gone, despite Yoongi’s desperate attempts to shake it from your memories.
Without hesitation, you jumped into a defensive stance—practically pure instincts at this point—only to hiss when bumping your head against a hard surface. The sudden harsh movement having you wince as well, the injury on your shoulder blade acting up.
Right now… You felt like a blind man walking through a dark forest, breathing taking a sharp turn as your body trembled—You’re okay… You’re not back. It’s okay, just calm yourself.
A marathon of reassurance—comfort—chanted within, tail flickering and puffing in distress. Although you were still on edge, the words did help regain your five senses… From hearing to smell.
Unconsciously sniffing the air around, inhaling familiar scents that you’ve grown to come accustomed too as your stress decreased and faded. Knowing you were even remotely close to one of the seven puts you at ease. Vision coming back into focus, shaking your head to get it together before observing the surrounding area.
However as much as you tried to forget, focus on something else, like the vibrations taking place underneath your paws from the moving vehicle. Tears still threatened to spill—That dream… You can’t get it out of your head.
It’s been months since you’ve had a nightmare, especially one as real as this…
Yet, the darkness had swallowed and welcomed you back with a sinister grin. Almost as if those demons inside didn’t leave at all, only waiting for your return—Which, in a way, the past did wait… In the depths of your mind until they were triggered back to the open surface.
Shaking the thoughts away with a downward glare, you didn’t realize that your sharpened claws were digging into the carpet ground. The sight forcing you to flinch and crawl away, wanting to come out of hiding but nearly shrieking when tripping over something hard and… fluffy?
You didn’t even have time to catch yourself—So much for cats always landing on their feet as you stumbled before coming into direct contact with something wet and squishy.
Peeking an eye open, widening seeing familiar golden fur and a slightly large snout touching your own small nose—Hoseok.
The dog hybrid was halfway beneath the seat, as if he tried to forcefully squeeze himself through the narrow space. Carefully, you tried to ease yourself out of the way, only to freeze feeling something move and snuggle into your side. Ears perking up, finally noticing Jungkook was here too… In fact, he was probably the cause of your fall.
Huffing, all you could do was stare at the bunny who was sound asleep, squirming around for warmth as he breathed in your scent with a content sigh—Jungkook and Hoseok being there, despite pushing them away earlier, had a warm feeling spread into your heart.
What was this? You couldn’t find a word for it.
It was different, calming, new… Honestly it made you feel fuzzy and light inside.
But what exactly was it? You’ve felt it before with Yoongi. Although it was stronger around him, but you just couldn’t pinpoint what this new feeling was called. Maybe you should talk about it with Namjoon, he once told you that purring was perfectly normal so he should know about this… Right?
It’s funny… Never in your life did you imagine you’d be friends with hybrids that weren’t cut from the same cloth, no less humans for that matter.
Getting on all fours, you gently rolled Jungkook over to the golden retriever so the small hybrid could stay warm with the help of Hoseok’s fur. Cat-like eyes narrowing playfully to make sure the youngest didn’t try to inch himself toward you like the last few times.
When it was clear Jungkook was planning to stay… you turned around and only took a single step before freezing. Hesitating, you glanced behind and inhaled sharply, rushing towards the two hybrids to nuzzle their necks affectionally that caused Hoseok and Jungkook to smile blissfully in their sleep.
More than embarrassed, tail coming to cover half your face, you maneuvered out from underneath the shadows with a silent hiss. The need to know your location being greater than the pain forming on your shoulder, ignoring the sting as you squinted because of the light shining through each window.
Orange and yellow colors flowing in your vision, it seemed to be around sunset outside but still bright enough to where you wanted to crawl back into the shade.
Standing tall on your hind legs, eyes narrowing to the other sleeping hybrids—Jimin and Taehyung being in a cuddle session of their own. Although your head snapped towards the front, humming near the driver’s seat catching your attention almost instantly. You’d know that familiar tune anywhere, automatically speed-walking to get closer as if you were in a trance. Jumping into the lap of the male that changed your life… possibly forever.
Not expecting the sudden weight, Yoongi tensed for a minute before slumping in relaxation when hearing and feeling your purrs rumble throughout his body.
You weren’t sure when Yoongi decided to trade spots with Seokjin, OR when the eldest wasn’t in the car anymore for that matter. But you weren’t complaining, eyes darting out the window. Enjoying the scenery and quietness of the road… It brought a sense of peace.
And when a single hand started combing through your black fur, you didn’t tense like earlier. Instead, practically turning into Jell-O.
Yoongi didn’t bother talking … nor did he mention a word about what happened between you and that hybrid eagle. The music lover knew when to shut up, letting you come to him instead of forcing it out. Yoongi was just happy that you didn’t flinch or shiver in disgust at his touch.
A soft—rare—smile graced Yoongi’s features as you leaned further in his hand with an expression that told him you were in heaven. A much better change than the painful one.
Occasionally, Yoongi would check the rear-view mirror to make sure Seokjin and Namjoon were still following behind in the other vehicle. But for the most part, the side was comforting. The only sound being the lowered music as Yoongi hummed, rapping his favorite verse louder for your ears.
Although you didn’t exactly know where you were or heading… Right now, in this moment.
You’d travel anywhere as long it’s with him.
“Psst… Psst, Y/N! Time to wake up.”
Groaning at the noise, you curled up and turned around to face away from the new presence. Only to accidentally rollover, falling off the seat and hitting the ground. Cracking an eye open to glare at the laughing introducers that disturbed your peace.
“And here I thought cats always land on their feet…”
A snickering fox was glancing down as Taehyung towered over you two in his human form with a wide grin, playfulness shining in both their eyes. “Come on, Yoongi sent us to wake you. He wants you to meet someone, we all do!”
Confused, you sleepily got up with a yawn and stretched out your limbs, hissing when straining your shoulder once more. You were a hundred percent certain that it needed to be treated, especially when you didn’t officially know how bad it looked.
In pet circumstances, a vet could do an evaluation without problems… but you weren’t a pet. You’re a hybrid and human form usually is more suitable to check for injuries properly. Especially since you have black fur that covers any bruise or open wound.
The two hybrids glanced at one another in concern, feeling discomfort roll off you in waves. However, you didn’t bother telling them what was wrong, completely avoiding eye contact.
“Where are we?” You mumbled, the question being more directed at Jimin than anything since Taehyung could barely understand without being in his tiger form. Hybrid language was extremely different inside your animal form then it was being human. Taehyung only being able to get the gist of the conversation, but not fully.
“Home!” Jimin shouted excitedly, small yips leaving his mouth as the bright colored tail wagged on like a dog getting a treat—But thanks to your sleep introduced state, you could not focus on the fact that there were other new smells around or the sound of someone gathering the luggage in the trunks.
Home? That didn’t seem right… You all took a whole day trip, only to come back to the beginning? Is this a human and hybrid thing?
Scratching behind your ears, you didn’t bother listening to what else the two hybrids had to say. Immediately jumping onto the seat where Jimin practically purred at the close proximity, nuzzling his head into yours as Taehyung twirled your black tail around his finger playfully.
Snorting you let out a hiss, only for the warning to be left ignored as they continued. The two already used to you trying to push their affection away, all the hybrids knew that if you didn’t actually want it… You’d do more than hiss.
Alright that’s enough… After nudging the two away, you jumped out the car door that was left open.
The first thing you noticed was how cold the ground and air was, snow scrunching underneath your paws while shivering. Face scrunching up when feeling Jack Frost nip at your nose—However, the second thing that caught your attention was getting lifted off the ground…
By someone that you did not know.
“Is this her?! Yoongi, she’s adorable!! Her beautiful fur reminds me of my little bun!” A women squealed out in awe, your eyes widening at the sight of her. Especially the peanut butter colored bunny ears that flopped down her short-styled hair.
The random women had such wide doe-like eyes that held so much happiness… and it was being directed at you.
You didn’t know how to react to this… because on one hand, you wanted to scratch and bite to freedom—I mean you were a predator and she was prey, you could scare her! But then again… Her eyes held so much warmth that it made you feel safe.
Just who the hell was she?
“Dear… Maybe you should put her down. Poor girl looks like she is going to faint,” Another voice echoed out into the night sky as it started to snow, tensing at the new presence as you swiftly glanced around seeing another bunny hybrid—The guy was slightly less tall than Jungkook, but instead of this women, he had black ears that stood up straight. A large smile forming on him… He had Jungkook’s smile.
“Her name is Y/N, right?”
“Oh! Chim mentioned that on the phone the last time we talked!! What a lovely name, it fits the little black rose perfectly!”
“Yoongi, I can’t believe you adopted a hybrid!! How many times has your mom tried to convince you to get out the house or schedule blind dates? At least now she’ll stop since you have a hybrid to take care of. I’m sure Y/N will have no problems whipping you into shape.”
Yoongi scoffed, turning his head sideways as a light blush rose on his cheeks from being called out. The action causing all the adult parents to laugh at the pouty expression Yoongi was showing, Though while it embarrassed him, you grew more on edge from being surrounded.
Eyes growing wide seeing multiple couples, from an orange and white tiger… to brownish and gold fur retrievers. Then finally a pair of bright orange and red foxes… However, you didn’t see any other couple that wasn’t considered a hybrid.
Eventually it started to feel like you were being suffocated, trying to wiggle out of the female’s grasp that only made you hiss from how much movement you were doing as the smell of fresh blood reached your nose. However it probably would’ve been noticed if where you were inside a closed space and not outside a snowy environment.
Though the sudden action had everyone freezing in alarm and concern before understanding lit up—They were overwhelming you. Although it was hard to detect in the wind, the strongest sense in the air was pain and fear… along with something else that smelled familiar to them. But from what Yoongi explained about your past… It would be best not to make a first bad impression by bringing up horrid memories.
“Oh, I’m so sorry!! I—I didn’t mean to be rude,” The women stumbled upon her words, ears pinning back as an embarrassed blush painted her cheeks red. Gently, she placed you down on the cold ground where you unconsciously hissed at everyone to back off, back arching as high it could go while tail bristled in anger.
The defensive position had the parents deflating, sadness filling them as the others eye’s softened—Maybe it was a mistake not to inform you that they were coming here…
“Y/N, it’s okay… You can trust them. It’s about time you meet the big family,” Namjoon calmly explained, crouching near as the four hybrids smiled in reassurance. Giving you an encouraging nod before standing next to the ones that shared similar traits with them—Are these their parents?
“Maybe we should let Y/N get settled in first! I bet she’s dying to eat a nice hot meal and shake off the cold—Yoongi… Namjoon… Your parents should be inside finishing up dinner. While Jin, your parents are getting the rooms ready,” Mrs. Jung spoke up, brownish tail wagging as the sun radiated off her smile.
Nodding in agreement, Namjoon ruffled your head before Yoongi came to scroop you up in his arms. Unzipping his jacket so he could wrap you up in it, becoming your personal heater.
During the trail, you watched how all the boys were in a good mood… Despite them being tired from staying up too late. Laughter could be heard a mile away as they joked around with big grins, even Jungkook had tears falling when being embraced by each of his parents.
Just then a flick was felt upon your ear that caused you to glare upward, Yoongi smirking down before an annoyed hiss fell from your lips that had him chuckling in amusement. The sound catching everyone’s attention, secretly glancing over their shoulders to coo. As well sighing in relief seeing Yoongi open up to someone that wasn’t his parents or the boys.
Soon enough, after heading through the darkness and snowy fog… You could make out a building that was neatly decorated as Christmas lights shined the pathway—This is a house?! It looks like a castle!!
Your mouth couldn’t help but drop when seeing a semi-giant mansion…
“Speechless dearie? Believe me… I was too when our seven boys surprised us with it,” Mrs. Kim stated, walking slower to keep in pace with Yoongi as she saw the awe shine in your eyes. Smiling at her son and husband that were ahead them, black and white tail blending into the snowy environment while it swished around.
Yoongi rolled his eyes, a small grin forming as he stared at the big house that was coming more into view—Wait was that? You couldn’t help but snicker in amusement when feeling Yoongi puff out his chest in pride. It seems the sight of the house inflated his ego…
“…All of you deserved it from how much you put up with us. We all have successful jobs… It was about time we lend a hand,” Yoongi explained with a far-off look in his eyes at the mention of being successful. While he did work in the music industry, Yoongi didn’t just want to be claimed as another random face… He wanted to make a name for himself that the world knew and deep in his gut, something told him that was coming soon. “Ah, anyways… All we did was start the race; it was you all that finished it remember? I hear the clinic and restaurant are the talk of the town, soon it’s going to go global—Eomma even told me your starting your own fashion line… What’s that all about?”
At the comment, Taehyung’s mom ended up coughing in her hand as she grew shy… The only people who actually knew about that was the ladies and her husband. Mrs. Kim didn’t even tell her son about what she was planning to release next fall. “Yes well… You didn’t think Taetae got his fashion sense from his father, did you?”
Yoongi laughed in agreement, glancing at the two male tigers to see one sporting a designer outfit while the other was wearing something that was entirely mismatched. The music lover couldn’t help but flinch seeing the terrible combination… Even HE had some fashionable sense.
Finally arriving at the front door, the guys were the first to rush into the house to get out of the cold weather. Dragging snow with them that had the woman glaring at the mess, pulling off their coats to put away. Honestly, you were surprised when Yoongi didn’t shed off his jacket as well or even ask if you’d sit on the floor from how much heat you were adding.
Suddenly a delicious aroma filled the room, it had your stomach grumbling in anger. In fact, you don’t think you’ve eaten anything since breakfast, and it seemed the smell wasn’t only affecting you. The other hybrids practically melting on the spot as drool formed, following the smell.
It wasn’t hard to find where it was coming from, Yoongi settling you down on the counter when spotting a beautiful women facing away from everyone. She was wearing an elegant black outfit, long hair tired up as she focused on chopping. The lady looked like Yoongi when he cooks.
Speaking of him…
“Eomma…. I’m home.”
Snapping her head up, eyes growing wide as she accidentally dropped the knife on the floor that had you jumping into a defensive position. Relaxing slightly when seeing the women throw herself into Yoongi’s awaiting arms before she pulled away. Placing a single hand on his cheek that had Yoongi leaning in for comfort.
“Oh my boy… Wait, am I sure your him? My, Yoongi, was never this handsome,” Mrs. Min snorted as Yoongi rolled his eyes, gently pushing his mother’s hand away playfully.
“Okay… Well you ruined the moment,” Yoongi chuckled.
“I was just kidding dumpling… Of course your mine, only I could create such a beautiful child,” Mrs. Min chuckled as she reached for the knife on the floor, placing it in the sink before turning around to get a better view at her son. However, her eyes widen seeing Yoongi’s shirt… “Oh my!! Yoongi you’re bleeding! Are you okay?!”
“Bleeding? What, are you finally going crazy? What are you talking about, I’m not…” Yoongi scrunched up his nose in confusion, glancing down at his shirt only to freeze. There, right in the middle, was in fact a blood stain… Although it was not a lot, it was still alarming.
“This doesn’t make sense…” Yoongi mumbled, thinking back on what happened today as his mother fused over him on possibly being injured. It was then that a light bulb lit up in his head… Y/N. Maybe that fight with the hybrid eagle did more than damage your mental health.
Ignoring his mother, Yoongi slowly crept to where you sat with a clinging Jimin. The fox being putty in your arms as you pat his head with a single paw. Giving a shushing sign when the hybrids spotted him getting closer. When Yoongi was close enough, he spotted your black fur had a shining wet coat to the shoulder. Although he couldn’t tell if it was blood or not.
Narrowing his eyes, Yoongi whispered an apology before touching the wet spot that had you wincing and letting out a loud cry. A deadly hiss escaping as wild eyes stared into Yoongi’s soul, everyone gathering into the kitchen when hearing the sound.
It surprised the parents when something triggered in their four boys, startled eyes watching them transform as they stood guard in front as Yoongi stared at the tips of his fingers that had fresh blood on it. Snapping up when hearing growls ring through the air as the hybrids eyed him suspiciously, only backing down when you finally relaxed seeing it was just Yoongi.
Seokjin and Namjoon stared with worry, wondering what the hell was going on. The two coming up behind Yoongi to peer down at what he was looking at that had curiosity grow in the parents too. Suddenly a gasp left one of them, the eldest being the first to react.
“Someone get my dad, immediately!!! Y/N’s hurt!!”
Welcome to the thirteenth chapter of Changing One's Tune! Thank you lovelies for your patience. All my hard-work finally paid off, I graduated with my associates!
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