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escapewithbts · 3 years

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Secrets in a Foreign Language (Part Seven) - Jungkook

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You were heartbroken. How someone you hadn’t known very long could make it hurt so badly you weren’t sure. But man, did it hurt.

So many times over the next week you debated just showing up at his place, hearing his side, figuring out a next step together. You missed him.

But then you would recall him telling you to get in the closet, acting like a coward, like you were his meaningless dirty little secret. Reminding yourself of these things kept you from going over there.

In fact, you barely left your apartment at all. The same loneliness of when you first moved to Seoul becoming ever so prevalent again. You vowed to try and go out and make friends when all this Jungkook stuff was just a distant memory.

However, it proved difficult to make it all fade away in your mind since you were still scheduled to clean his apartment. To go back to the place where it all came to a beginning. And an abrupt end.

With hesitation, you slipped the key into the lock of the front door the following Tuesday. You insisted he not be there that last time you saw him, but what if he wanted to reconcile? You gulped and opened the black wooden door.

Silence.

He wasn’t on the couch in front of the tv waiting for you. He wasn’t in the kitchen eating a bowl of cereal. He wasn’t in the master bathroom taking a quick shower. Jungkook wasn’t here. You didn’t know if you felt relieved or disappointed, but you didn’t give yourself time to think about it as you immediately noticed the state of the home. It wasn’t cleaned like all the weeks prior. It was lived in, messy even.

So that was it. Back to square one. You alone in the apartment of a famous and wealthy Korean celebrity with a job to do.

A few days later you were laying on the couch in your studio loft apartment. It was dark outside since it was 12:47am, the only light was coming from the iridescent blue glow of the television. This had become a routine now, you turning on the tv but not watching anything in particular, just so there was noise and something to get your mind off everything. Some nights you never even made it upstairs to your bed.

And tonight your eyes began to slowly drift shut, your thoughts traveling elsewhere, the beginning of sleep taking over.

All of the sudden, you heard Jungkook’s name from the television. Or had you dreamt it? However, when your eyes opened in shock and confusion, his ever familiar face appeared on the screen. It was the same show you had seen while scrolling channels at Jungkook’s a couple months ago you realized, the trashy one where random people discuss the lives of famous actors and musicians. You sat up and tried to focus on the delayed English subtitles coming up at the bottom of the screen.

“… an official statement from both their companies was released.”

“So, it is true?”

“I would say that solidifies it.”

Cho-hee’s picture popped up. Followed by one taken outside at night of her and Jungkook walking and laughing. Then a graphic of a zig-zag shaped rip formed between their bodies, and the picture ripped in half, a broken heart and crying face appearing between them.

“Wow. They seemed so happy. I really thought this would last.”

“They’re so young and busy, no need to settle down yet.”

“But still, this begs the question… is love even real?”

*laughter*

Then they moved on to talking about another kpop idol.

Your felt your heart pound inside your chest. Jungkook and Cho-hee had “broken up”? Their companies had let them? They were no longer in a secret fake relationship? You couldn’t help but wonder what happened.

With shaky hands, you picked up your phone from the coffee table and opened the internet. Curiosity was getting the better of you, your desire to read those statements greater than your will to stop yourself from trying to remove all evidence of Jeon Jungkook from your brain.

‘Hello,

This is a representative from HYBE Corporation commenting in regard to the relationship between our artist Jeon Jungkook and fellow artist Kim Cho-hee. At this time, Ms. Kim and Mr. Jeon have mutually decided to part ways due to their careers and lack of schedule alignment. Going forward, there will no longer be any updates on the matter, and any information regarding their relationship from outside sources is invalid. Please respect the artists’ decision and privacy during this time.

Thank you.

HYBE Corp.: PR Department’

You stared at your phone in shock, rereading it a couple times to make sure it was real.

So, they really ended their fake relationship? Was because of Jungkook or Cho-hee? Or their companies? What was the real reason? Who was the perpetrator?

So many theories and questions ran through your head, furthering your exhaustion, and soon enough you drifted off to sleep, head full of images and thoughts of Jeon Jungkook.

The following Tuesday started off like any other. The sound of your alarm blaring woke you up out of a deep sleep at 4:00 in the morning. You groaned and hit the snooze button, questioning why you chose a job where you had to work so early… and basically all your other life decisions. (You were, in fact, not a morning person).

Eventually you sat up and rubbed your puffy eyes, removing the sleep from their corners. You yawned and stretched your arms up high before reaching for your phone on your nightstand. You checked Facebook, Instagram and Twitter, of course, then like every morning, you opened your work schedule, just to see if there had been any changes to the course of the day ahead.

And boy, was there.

For under the 2pm slot was the same unit number that had been there for weeks, however this time one word next to it caught your immediate attention.

Vacancy.

You stopped dead in your tracks.

Wait, what?

Clearly this was wrong. This was Jungkook’s apartment! There was no way it was now empty. He had never mentioned the fact that he wanted to move, that he was going to move. This would have come up in a conversation with him at least once if it was this sudden.

Yes, his stuff would still be there when you arrived to clean this afternoon. He still owned it, still lived there. He wasn’t gone. Right?

Wrong.

To your surprise, when you opened the door, the entire apartment was empty. Everything was gone. It was cold and echo-y and barren. Dust covered the hardwood floors of the living room where the rug had laid. Harsh sunlight poured in through the large windows, no longer shielded by the curtains that had previously been hanging there. The walls were now bare, small holes left from the various works of art that were once on display.

The memories of the times being with Jungkook flooded your brain almost instantly. Playing games and watching shows and movies on his large sofa. The time he admitted he was cleaning just so he could hang out with you. When you would two would sit at the kitchen island and eat delicious food, talking and laughing about anything and everything. When he told you he had feelings for you. The first of many times you made love.

Overcome by those thoughts, you finally allowed yourself to break down.

The sound of your sobs and unsteady breathes bounced off the walls and echoed throughout the room, tears cascading down your hot cheeks.

Maybe you were being dramatic. Maybe Jungkook had turned out to be a coward. Maybe he had been using you for sex and company. Maybe he had lied about having feelings for you. Who knows?

But even if had been all pretend for him, you had still fallen in love with him.

You could finally admit that the past two weeks since you saw him last you may have been holding on to some kind of hope. Hope that he wasn’t a coward, hadn’t been using you, did have feelings for you; and all that would become evident if you ever saw each other again, if he was ever at his apartment when you came to clean like he had been so many other times.

But now it was as if the universe was laughing at you for falling for someone so unattainable and complicated.

He was gone, and you had no way of contacting him.

Eventually you pulled yourself together enough to start the long cleaning process for a vacant unit. Every surface, cupboard, drawer, nook and cranny had to be spotless so new potential buyers could tour the home.

You started in the living room: vacuuming, mopping and dusting, making sure the floor, walls, and windows were shining.

Then you moved into the adjoining kitchen, spraying and wiping every countertop, the refrigerator, the island. You even had to open each drawer and cabinet to wipe those down, too.

But as you opened the last upper cabinet to clean its inside as well, you suddenly caught your breath in your throat.

For there inside the cupboard was a box of cereal. Your favorite cereal. The same kind of cereal you had eaten with Jungkook in this very kitchen the first day you met.

He must have just left it on accident.

With a shaky hand, you grabbed it and brought it down to eye level. That’s when you noticed the envelope taped to the front of the box.

Your heart pounding, you ripped it off and tore it open.

Inside was a letter, and as you unfolded it something fell out and into your hand.

It was a ticket.

To a BTS fanmeeting event.

What?

Your eyes moved to the handwritten letter.

‘There are so many things I wish I had done differently. You didn’t deserve what I asked of you that day. I’m so sorry I handled everything so poorly. I don’t blame you for questioning everything and leaving. I was a coward. I know this now.

Please, please come see me. Please come to this event. I understand if you don’t. I just want nothing more than to see you and talk to you again.’

And then, at the very bottom,

‘보고 싶어요

사랑해요

JK’.

Masterlist

Author’s note: The two phrases in Korean at the end mean “I miss you” and “I love you”(!!!!).

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evafrechette · 3 years

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Superstar Glow

↠ seokjin x jimin | smut | pornstar!au, 1970s!au | 21+ | 4k

↠ Summary: “H-hello, I'd like to order a pizza please, with extra sausage. Mmmm I do enjoy a good ol' sausage." Jimin’s voice soft and seductive. He placed the phone on the ground and began to grind down on the mattress, head thrown back in ecstasy while his fingers twisted the nipples that peaked out of the top of his bustier. Seokjin was getting hard watching the scene unfold in front of him. . .

“Superstar Glow is a brilliant new porn film. Fantastic debut by actor Kim Seokjin. It simply is the best film of 1975.” - Jeon Jungkook, Playguy Magazine.

(Aka Seokjin films his very first Porno)

↠ Warnings: anal sex, anal fingering, anal fisting, blowjobs, swearing, drug use, come shot, come eating, seokjin has a huge cock, porn films, terrible pizza related pick up lines, jimin in lingerie, 70s slang, drinking, casual mention of cheating, filming a porn video.

Seokjin confidently strode into the warehouse. It smelled strongly of cigarette smoke mixed with patchoulli incense which tickled his throat when he breathed in. Right in the center of the room was a circular shaped bed sitting on top of a large brown shag mat, partitions surrounded the afghan blanket covered bed which had 3 spotlights shining brightly in it’s direction. A funky bass line and rhythmic drums reverberated around the large room as people walked on by, cigarettes lazily hanging from their mouths as they carried long thick cables wrapped around their arms and bulky cameras perched on their shoulders.

In the far corner of the space sat a dressing table, the mirror lined with bright lights. A small man with thick thighs was currently perched on top of a fur covered stool, brushing his blond hair back gently. He was wearing a black and red lace bustier which brought attention to his muscular chest, garter belt with nude coloured stockings and silky black panties which showed off a rather impressive bulge. He was a very pretty man and Seokjin was pleased to be staring alongside someone so gorgeous.

Today was Seokjin's porno debut. He had been scouted at an adult movie theatre during a late night session of ‘Boys in the Sand’ by a director who happened to be sitting in the same row as him.

As with all adult theaters once the movie started, the dicks came out and his large size had garnered the attention of the man a few seats away. Seokjin was naturally skeptical, thinking it was a lame pick up line to get him back to his apartment to fuck. But when the man handed over a very professional business card and told him to "think about it" Seokjin realised the offer was legit.

Seokjin's watched the director Yoongi and his fantastic bushy chevron mustache adjusting the lighting on the set and walked over to say Hi. He was an quite the character, he wore a burnt orange turtleneck jumper underneath a brown, orange and pale yellow checkered leisure suit, his jet black hair was pushed off his face which allowed you to focus on his beautiful feline shaped eyes and strong eyebrows. A thick gold chain draped around his neck and several clunky (fake) gold rings sat on his fingers. His voice was deep, barking orders at the crew to get everything ready in time. He was also a short man, which would explain the very high brown and cream platform shoes he was wearing. Seokjin's ankles hurt just looking at them.

"Uh hey, what's crackin'." He asked once he had reached the man, holding out his hand for a handshake.

"Ahhh the star of today's shoot." A large hand shot out and slapped against Seokjin's, pulling him in for a hug. "How are you feeling today? Nervous? We have some cocaine if you wanna take a bump, loosen yourself up a bit? One of the guys can take you out back and suck your dick if that will help?" The man turned back to adjusting the light, mumbling about how you can't trust dope heads to get anything done right.

"Oh no, that won't be necessary. Once I'm in front of the camera I'll be groovy baby." His eyes continued to dart around the room taking everything in.

"Have you met your co-star yet?" Yoongi asked over his shoulder. "The cute little blond in the lingerie. He may look delicate and sweet, but he's a huge whore. Loves being stuffed with big cocks. Ah fuck yeah, that's perfect!" Satisfied with the lighting set up he turned his attention back to Seokjin dusting his hands on his polyester trousers. "Though, I've never had a cock as big as yours on my set, so this will be interesting."

Seokjin blushed at hearing this, he was truly blessed by the Penis Gods when it came to his manhood. Twelve inches of thick, tan cock. Even the vein that ran up the underside looked as though it was designed by a specialist penis sculptor. Yoongi had told him the night they met that his cock was made for pornography and it was a shame he wasn't showing the world his gifts.

The blond must have sensed he was being spoken about and made his way over to where Seokjin stood, swaying his hips deliberately with every step. He was a beautiful sight, a sharp straight nose that complimented his angled jawline, sultry monolids dusted with a shimmering brown eyeshadow, and a full, sumptuous pout that screamed "blow job lips"Seokjin licked his lips as he watched the way the mans long legs moved in the soft, silky stockings that enclosed his smooth legs.

"Yoongi, is this the Jive Turkey I'm filming with today?" The man cocked a hand on his hip, eyes roaming over Seokjin's body.

"Hey! I ain't no Jive Turkey, what the fuck?" Seokjin exclaimed, shocked that for the first time in his life he'd been insulted in such a way.

"Jimin mellow out huh? This is Seokjin, yes he is filming with you today, I hope they prepped you well earlier 'cause this man is gonna be a star baby!" Yoongi wrapped his arm around Seokjin's wide shoulders squeezing tight, "The biggest cock I've ever seen! He's gonna have you squealing like a little bitch, you're gonna love it."

"I was only joshin' you know me. I'm Jimin by the way." The blond made no attempt at a handshake, instead looking off seemingly disinterested in the conversation.

"See that door on your right? Head in there to get your threads for the shoot and when you're done get back here and we'll start, we're ready when you are." Yoongi clapped his hand against Seokjin's shoulder before letting go.

Once inside the small room he stripped off and dressed in the clothes that were hanging on the clothes rack. Crisp white trousers that fit like a glove, letting everyone see just what he was packing down below and a matching shirt that he made sure to leave partially unbuttoned. His hand brushed over the jewelry selection, deciding on a thin silver chain and matching ring. He looked at himself in the mirror and winked. He looked fantastic and he was truly feeling himself. He also couldn't wait to get out there and choke that sassy little twunk with his cock. The thought of his pink plush lips struggling to stretch around his girth had Seokjin twitching in his pants.

Once back on set the mood had changed, the loud stereo system had been turned off and the crew were in place ready to start filming. Jimin was sprawled out on the bed, hand lazily palming the bulge through his panties while he and Yoongi spoke in hushed tones.

"Seokjin! You look bitchin', that outfit is great. What's underneath is even better, oh Jiminie you are in for a treat," Yoongi clapped his hands gleefully, "Alright here's the skinny, Jimin is a horny slut who has ordered a pizza, Seokjin you are the pizza delivery guy. You come in and fuck his brains out. You both got it? It's porn, not rocket science. Think with your dicks not your brains. Can you dig it?"

"Right on." Seokjin nodded, walking to the prop table to pick up the pizza box before standing on the x marked with duct tape on the ground, just out of the way of the cameras. He unzipped his trousers and pushed his semi hard cock through the hole on the bottom of the pizza box. The only thing Jimin would be putting in his mouth today would be his cock. The loud wurring of the camera let everyone know that tape was rolling and it was showtime.

Yoongi slowly moved the camera towards the bed as Jimin's soft moans filled the room, his small fingers tracing up and down his stocking clad legs. Jimin picked up the prop phone pretending to dial a number.

"H-hello, I'd like to order a pizza please, with extra sausage. Mmmm I do enjoy a good ol' sausage." His voice soft and seductive. He placed the phone on the ground and began to grind down on the mattress, head thrown back in ecstasy while his fingers twisted the nipples that peaked out of the top of his bustier. Seokjin was getting hard watching the scene unfold in front of him. He really wanted his dick sucked immediately, but took a deep breath to calm himself down. Yoongi pulled the camera back and motioned towards Seokjin. One of the sound crew knocked against a piece of wood to replicate a door being knocked on and he quickly stood straight ready to make his grand entrance.

"Oh." Jimin crawled across the bed and skipped to near where Seokjin stood. One of the camera men, a tall man that went by the name Namjoon followed Jimin and stood directly in front of him, camera lowering to shoot a close up of his cock trapped behind the silk fabric, then making it's way to his face again. "Come on in." Jimin pursed his plump lips, before returning to the bed to sit, legs daintly crossed over one another. "Are you the pizza man? Because you sure look like you could deliver." He purred, stroking his length over the silk.

Seokjin walked into the shot, butterflies fluttering in his stomach. He wasn't nervous before, but once he was under the heat of the lights, camera zooming in on his handsome face, well he was starting to feel like maybe he had fucked up on coming here today. Seconds ticked on by before he gained his composure, "Are you craving pizza? Because I'll gladly give you a pizz-a this dick." He pulled the top of the pizza box open, cock springing to life. Jimin's eyes nearly bulged out of his head which made Seokjin smirk.

He moved to stand in front of Jimin who was still sitting on the bed, using his free hand to run his fingers through the blonds perfectly styled hair.

"You're the only topping I need on my pizza." Jimin whispered loud enough for the sound boom to pick up, smooth as butter he dropped down onto his knees and took Seokjin into his hand, small fingers struggling to wrap around his thickness. He pumped Seokjin a few times before taking him into his wet hot mouth. Seokjin let out a gasp, he was surprised, he really thought the smaller man would struggle to suck his cock, but as he looked down he saw a blond head bop up and down expertly on his length.

Seokjin grabbed a fist full of bottle blond hair and moved his hips, shallow and slow to begin with then a little faster and harder, allowing his cock to slip further down Jimin's throat. The man hummed around his length, spit drooling down the sides of his mouth as he took Seokjin nearly to the base. Seokjin groaned at the feeling of Jimin's throat constricting tight around his cock. The sounds of crew footsteps and the glare of the hot lights above fading into the background as he lost himself to the pleasure of Jimin's mouth.

"Look at you, what a good boy you are, throat so full of my cock." He tightened his grip on Jimin's hair, "So pretty."

Tears ran down Jimin's cheeks, mixing into the spit that was dripping down his chin and neck. He pulled his cock free and slammed it back in without warning, fucking Jimin's pretty mouth with vigor. The camera men had moved closer to the action, a camera focused on Seokjin's cock while another filmed his reactions, the way his eyebrows furrowed whenever he felt himself getting close to his release and the quiet whimpers when he locked eyes with the man below him.

"Your mouth is too good at this pretty boy, I'm about to come." He groaned between gritted teeth, hips stilling as his hot release spilled down Jimin's throat. The blond swallowed Seokjin's load like the professional he was, falling back onto his ass, absolutely exhausted once he was done.

"Aaannd CUT!" Yoongi yelled from behind his camera, he pulled a joint from his pants pocket and motioned for one of the crew to light it for him. He took a big toke, holding the smoke in before exhaling. "Right on, right on. That was good. Shit, Jimin you are freaky deaky. Damn! This might just be my most successful film to date." He took another deep drag of the good Mary Jane and pointed at Seokjin, "Go have a drink, there is whiskey and beer on the table, or water if you're a square. If you think you'll have trouble getting hard again go and ask Hoseok for a little blue pill, that'll help. He's the jelly brain over there in the red shirt and fake Gucci belt."

Seokjin slowly removed his cock from the pizza box and threw it to the side as someone from wardrobe dashed over and cleaned him up with a warm hand towel. He tucked himself back into his pants and strolled over to the drinks table, deciding on a bottle of Rheingold beer, he nursed the red and white labelled bottle as he watched the crew change the film in the cameras. The tight knit all male crew made lewd remarks and joked around, while Yoongi the director sat in his chair getting stoned.

"How are you enjoying your first shoot?" Jimin asked, face no longer a tear stained mess.

"It's pretty rad, not quite what I expected but it's all gravy." He replied taking another sip of the yeasty and fruit flavoured liquid.

"Yoongi was right, your cock is magnificent. I can't wait for you to fuck my ass. Don't be gentle, I like a bit of pain." The sweet voice next to him explained.

Seokjin nearly choked on his drink, everyone here was so open and had absolutely no filter.

"No fake?" He turned to ask the man.

"No fake handsome. They prepped me so well earlier you could probably fist me if you wanted. Don't want to scare you off on your first day though." He laughed, hand shooting up to cover his plump lips.

"I-I'll keep that in mind, thanks."

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Jimin and Seokjin strolled back onto set once the film had been changed and Yoongi returned from taking a piss. Now it was time for the fucking. Seokjin took a deep breath and looked down at his crotch, "Make me proud big boy." He whispered.

"Alright places people, let's get this thing done so I can go home and fuck my girlfriend before my bitch of a wife gets back from work." Yoongi called out, shifting to sit behind his Ikegami 3-tube colour camera.

Seokjin made his way over to Jimin, who was standing in front of the bed. He gave the smaller man a shy smile before turning his head towards Yoongi waiting for the signal to begin.

"3, 2, 1 Now Fuck!"

"I know this is pretty cheesy, but I think you're saucy." Jimin curled his hand around the lapel of Seokjin's shirt, pulling him so close he could smell the star anise and blackcurrent hints of his cologne. Seokjin leaned down and slowly pressed his pillowy lips against Jimin's, who slightly parted his own when he let out a quiet sigh. Seokjin flicked his tongue against the soft fullness of Jimin's pink tinged lips and deepened the embrace, tongue meeting with the other as he placed his big hands on either side of the mans soft face, tilting his head upwards for easier access.

He nipped at Jimin's bottom lip before pulling away to breathe. He dived back in, kiss messy and wet, their mouths wide open so the camera could film their tongues flicking against one another's. Seokjin nudged Jimin backwards towards the bed and helped lower him down onto the firm mattress, caging his lingerie clad body with his own. He rocked his already hard cock against Jimin, grinding hard against the silk, desperate to feel some friction. They continued to messily make out until Yoongi called out "Cut!"

Seokjin concentrated on getting his breathing under control. He was already so hard again and it was beginning to hurt. The man Yoongi had earlier identified as Hoseok came over and handed Seokjin a bottle of KY Jelly, "He's been prepped, but lube up anyway, we don't film that pain shit some people are into. Finger him a few times, slowly so they can get some close ups, then fuck him like you've never fucked before. Come wherever you like, just make sure to let us know so they can get in close and film it."

Jimin was on his hands and knees, silk panties long gone, as he spread his cheeks wide for Seokjin. His hole was stretched open, pink and glistening. Seokjin coated his fingers in the clear liquid and crawled behind the blond.

"Alright, no stopping this time. Let's get this cumshot in one go. Action!" Yoongi murmured, cigarette hanging out of the corner of his mouth.

Seokjin brought two fingers to Jimin's entrance and remembering Hoseok's words, slowly pushed in until he was knuckle deep. He pulled his fingers out, before pushing back in enjoying the sound of soft moans underneath him. Seokjin took his time to add another, and another, making sure to press down on Jimin's sensitive spot when he withdrew his fingers with each thrust. He watched in awe as Jimin's hole stretched perfectly around his knobbly fingers, clenching and fluttering due to his touch. He pulled out gently, coating his entire hand with more lubricant before lining up once more, tucking his thumb into the palm of his hand and steadily worked his entire fist into the blonds ass.

Jimin let out a long whine, teeth digging into his bottom lip. "Jimin don't do that, let it all out." Yoongi yelled unimpressed at his attempts to quiet himself.

Seokjin couldn't believe his eyes as he pushed in further, his whole hand disappearing inside Jimin's ass. He nearly came right then and there. He moved his hand shallowly inside Jimin's warm hole, cock throbbing as Jimin's pants and whimpers filled the room. "Fuck, you are amazing." Seokjin choked, enjoying the depravity of performing an act like this on someone. The camera men moved around the studio, positioning themselves awkwardly close to Seokjin to film what would no doubt be the highlight of the film. He looked over his shoulder and asked, "Can I fuck him now?"

"Yes, YES." Smoke puffed out between Yoongi's lips as he replied.

Seokjin withdrew his hand and quickly jumped off the bed to remove his clothes, flinging his trousers off to the side. Using the hand still coated in lubricant, he jerked himself off a few times coating his length in the sticky cool liquid.

"Do you like Pizza Hut pretty boy? Because I want to stuff your crust." He looked at the camera and raised his eyebrow before he slipped his thick cock into Jimin's gaping hole, balls snapping against the blonds supple ass when he bottomed out. His hole was surprisingly still tight and Seokjin couldn't help but let out a filthy groan.

"O-oh your cock is so big, it feels soooo good. Keep fucking my ass just like that." Jimin cried out mouth hanging open as he pushed back onto Seokjin's length. Seokjin slammed his cock back in again and Jimin fell face forward into the pillows due to the force. He spread Jimin's ass cheeks with his hands, watching as his massive cock stretched out the man below him. His grip was tight on the soft skin of Jimin's hips, leaving marks that would bruise by the evening. He leaned himself over the smaller mans body, chest pressed against his muscular back and rammed into him. They were both a whining, moaning mess, his cock brushing up against Jimin's prostate with every thrust. Seokjin placed his head against Jimin's shoulders, sweat making their skin stick to one another. He reached between his legs and took Jimin's cock into his hand and pumped him in time with his own thrusts.

"I'm gonna come soon, how far away are you?" He whispered into Jimin's ear, voice barely picked up by the sound boom. "Mmm keep doing that with your hand and I'll be coming pretty soon too, shit."

Seokjin faced the camera and seductively licked his lips, a hungry noise escaping his throat. The camera crew changed positions making sure to capture all the action from different angles. Namjoon climbed onto the bed, legs planted on either side of Seokjin as he filmed from above.

"Oh-oh shit, I'm gonna come." Jimin cried into the pillows, cock throbbing as his release spurted out onto the mattress underneath him. His hole squeezed around Seokjin's cock, so he picked up the pace and fucked his ass fast, desperate to reach his orgasm too. Jimin was becoming overstimulated, squirming his body under Seokjin's firm grip. He held on tight, thrusting so deep Jimin was seeing stars. The sounds of skin slapping against skin echoed in his ears triggering him to squeeze his eyes shut as he focused on reaching his high. The tell tale sign of his approaching orgasm began, tingling starting in his crotch and slowly spreading out to his arms and legs.

Seokjin managed to pull out just as he came, hot cum landing all over Jimin's soft ass cheeks, slowly dripping down onto the back of his thighs. The camera moved in close focusing on Jimin's stretched hole and his cum covered ass, Seokjin leaned down into the shot and dragged his tongue over the smooth skin of Jimin's perky rear and began cleaning up his mess. He hummed as he licked away his salty release, eyes focused on the blinking light of the camera, corner of his mouth turning up into a small smirk.

"CUT! That was great you dirty whores! All right, let's get this set cleaned and get the fuck out of here." Yoongi passed his camera to his assistant and walked over to Seokjin, he pulled out an envelope and handed it over, "Here's ya mulah for the day. If you want more of that let me know and I'll book you in for another film. I think this one is going to do really well. Pretty face, huge cock, how could it not?"

Seokjin jogged back to the small room to get changed, he could shower at home, adrenaline was coursing through his body right now and he was excited to catch up with his closest friends and tell them about his amazing experience. Once he was back to looking like normal everyday Seokjin and not burgeoning Porn star Seokjin he made his way around the room, saying thanks to all the staff, especially Jimin who had given him a sweet kiss on the cheek.

Seokjin reached the exit pausing to take a look back at the porn set. He smiled as he watched crew dissemble lights and pack away furniture and props. Yoongi had said he could do this again, an offer he would take up for sure. Working at the local grocers didn't have as much appeal as having sweet, tight assholes begging for his cock, maybe this was the start of a new career for Seokjin? He pushed his sunglasses up onto his nose and stepped out into the bright summers day, he entered the building a porn actor virgin and left with that superstar glow, he was a (porn) star in the making.

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daddychims · 4 years

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Offside Pt 12

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12

Series Masterlist!

Genre: Smut, Soccer AU, College AU

Pairings: Soccer Player! Jungkook X Sports Trainer! Reader

Word Count: 2k

Other BTS members all make a cameo as well because I’m an OT7 Trash!

You work as a sports trainer, providing basic first aid and injury management for the Hanguk University’s soccer team. Going with your mundane life of caring for the dozen of guys hurting themselves in the soccer game takes a turn when one of the guys catches your eyes. It’s not his breathtakingly good looks or his muscular athletic body usually seducing girls at the campus that catches your eyes. But the action plan in your kit, indicating he is diagnosed with Asthma is what draws your eyes time and time again to the Golden Boy of Hanguk University.

Warning: Slow burn, eventual smut, Taehyung being a freaking tease the whole time, Also Jimin not letting the female MC live for one day, Fuckboy!Jungkook, Asthmatic! Jungkook , mentions of episodes of Asthma, Take your Ventolin kids, Take your medications kids!

You hesitantly knock and wait for the guy’s sweet voice calling “Come in” before twisting the doorknob and entering doctor Kim’s room. He brings his eyes up to you and flashes you his usual sweet smile as he points at the chair in front him “Come in, who caused trouble this time?”

“No one,” you quickly shake your head to reassure him, unzipping your bag as you take out the green colored journal “I’m here to talk to you about this Dr Kim!”

Your heart sinks at his sweet smile fading on his lips, expression immediately sunken as he murmurs “He didn’t accept, did he?”

“He did,” you speak up, not bearing to give the young doctor more heartache “He said he’ll do it?”

“Really?” The young doctor immediately shifts in his seat, face lighting up with hope “Jeon accepted to do the diary? How?”

“Yeah,” you nod with a reassuring smile “I’m checking on him three times a week, plus two days of training that I’m on shift.”

“Wow,” the words slip out of his lips and he hesitates for a few moments before sighing in relief “It doesn’t feel real,” He then reaches to hold your hand as he mutters “Thank you, Y/N.”

“That’s fine,” you smile, cheeks blushing at the sudden contact of his hand on yours, after 2 years you still cant deny you'd risk it all for the etheral looking guy “I’m glad it worked out.”

“So when are you guys starting?” You almost pout when he pulls his hand away as he quickly types a few things on his computer “Can I book you in for weekly meetings with myself, so I can review his diary as well?”

“Sure, I can come in an hour before the training on Fridays if that works for you.”

“Sounds good,” he nods before pausing his typing and looking at you “Instead I’ll talk to the admin team and we’ll add an hour to your roster. You’re not doing this for free on my watch.”

“I- I’m not doing this for money,” You quickly interject “It’s a great experience for me too! I appreciate this opportunity as it is. ”

“Of course you do,” he nods before sending you a warm smile “but I really appreciate what you’re doing too. But you’re sacrificing you time and only then I’d feel comfortable for taking your time.”

“Alright!” you nod as you quickly reach inside your bag “Dr Kim, I had a question …”

“Sure, what is it?”

“I have a friend who’s quitting smoking,” you start with a hesitant tone, hoping that he doesn’t pick on who exactly you’re talking about “I heard that the side effects can be quite bad in the beginning. Is that true?”

“Well it depends on each person,” Dr Kim nods “but often the first few days can be quite rough, has your friend try nicotine gums or patches?”

“I- I’m not sure!”

He quickly reaches for his drawer and grabs a small rectangular box and places in front of you “This is a nicotine gum sample I usually give my patients, give this to your friend and ask him to give it a go. If this doesn’t work, he should try the patches, they’re usually stronger and have a more lasting effect.”

“Thank you,” you quickly grab the box “I’ll have him give it a go and see how he goes.”

“I’m glad I was any help,” he says with a wide grin before looking at the clock “ You have training in a bit. I’ll see you Friday then.”

“See you then Dr Kim!”

You quickly leave his room and make your way downstairs to the changing room to prepare your kit for the training when you find Jungkook sitting in the changing room, scrolling on his phone. When he hears your footstep, he looks up at you, raising one eyebrow

“Hey,” you wave hesitantly as you place your backpack on the table “What’s up?”

“I was looking for my inhaler,” he shrugs pointing at one of the draws “I couldn’t find it there.”

“Oh right,” you quickly rush to one of the cabinets and grab your kit “I forgot to put it back after the last training,” you quickly grab the inhaler and the spacer and walk back to where he’s sitting “Sorry about that!”

He grabs the inhaler and moves it closer to his lips but pauses as he notices your demanding gaze on himself “What?”

“The spacer,” you wave the plastic device in front of him “10% more medication? More useful? did you forget?”

He sighs looking away from you before muttering “Well since you’re here, why don’t you do it for me?”

“What-“ you gasp as he reaches for the back of your waist and pulls you on his lap. You stumble forward and have to hold onto his shoulders to balance yourself as you plop down on his lap, face a few inches away from his “What are you doing?” you ask as he locks his hands tightly around you

“You’re not gonna give me medication standing, would you?” He rolls his eyes as he hands you the inhaler

“What if the guys come here,” You shift uncomfortably, peeking at the door “They’ll get the wrong idea.”

“Isn’t that better for you?” He shrugs “Maybe they’ll think you’re taken and stop checking out your ass!”

“No one checks out my ass-“

“Mhmm,” he nods with a knowing smile “Sure, they don’t imagine what they’ll do to you when you bend waist down to grab the bottles of water wishing you could quench their other thirst.”

“Guys are disgusting!” you cringe and put the spacer and inhaler together and bring it up to place it between his lips “Don’t forget, head up, push your tongue!”

“God, you have a specific way of giving instructions” He smirks as he cups your neck and whispers “I’ll definitely use that when you finally suck my dick. I don’t like too much tongue.”

“Jeon, don’t test my patience,” you sigh “I’ll shove this spacer down your throat.”

“I’ll take my chance,” he smirks “As long as I can have my cock down your throat.”

You shake your head in defeat as you actually shove the spacer between his lips “I’ll press the canister and start counting, don’t breathe out too quickly.”

He just watches you with his deer like eyes as you press the canister and start counting, watching his chest as he holds his breath and finally releases it after you finish on the count of 10.

“You can do the second one yourself right?” you quickly move off his lap “the guys will barge in any second, we don’t want them to see us like this.” You quickly prepare your kit as you hear him

“Why not?”

You turn around and watch him stare at you with questioning eyes

“Because you said you don’t want anyone to see us together.” You furrow your eyebrows

“What?” he asks in a confused tone “when did I say that?”

“The day I was at your place,” you say defensively “you said you don’t want anyone to see us together, so Its better for me to come to your place for the checkup.”

“I didn’t say that,” he rolls his eyes “I said I don’t want anyone to see us!”

“W-What’s the difference,” You ask with a lost tone “potatoes, potAtoes,” you smile as you quickly look away to hide your emotions “You have a reputation to hold up. I get it Jeon, Don’t worry!” you say as you quickly cut the tapes into pre-measured pieces

“What reputation? What are you talking about?” he asks as he finally stands up and walks to you, grabbing your arm and stopping you from your fiddle with the tapes

“I’m talking about your reputation as the Hanguk’s Golden boy,” you say matter of factly trying not to show that voicing out the words actually hurts you pride “I’m not dumb. Being seen around campus with a girl like me is not gonna do your reputation any favor.” you keep it together and try to sound as cool as you can although you know deep down you’re not cool.

“What’s wrong with a girl like you?” He scoffs

“I- I mean,” your eyes wander around slightly embarrassed to respond, “I’m a nerd, compared to the girls that are usually around you. You know what I mean?”

“No, I don’t know what you mean!” Jungkook responds with a cold tone, shutting you off

“OH-“ you gulp slightly nervous about his icy response, It’s not like you said anything bad about him, you only depreciated yourself in this conversation and he looks offended as if you called HIM a nerd “I didn’t mean it in a bad way- I mean those girls are hot, like so fucking hot I would have a crush on them. And then there is me, like look at me-“you laugh nervously but stop mid-sentence when finally speaks up

“Y/N, just shut up,” he shakes his head and closes his eyes and you nervously press your lips together, physically trying to seal them so no words come out “When I said I don’t want anyone to see us-“ he pauses biting the corner of his lips as he adds “it’s because I don’t want anyone knowing I have asthma.”

“W-What?” you ask even more lost than you were a few minutes ago

“Its because of my asthma!” he sighs “That’s why I said I don’t want anyone to see us,” he hesitates before adding “while I’m taking my medication.”

“Oh,” you breath out and immediately start hating yourself for being so dumb “I-I’m so sorry!” you bite your lips

“It’s fine,” he gulps and for the first time you see a side of him you’ve never seen before, the vulnerable side you always wondered if the Hanguk’s Golden boy even possess behind his rough and cocky exterior

“Jungkook, but-” you hesitate as he brings his glazy eyes to you “There is nothing wrong with having a condition like asthma. Its not like you've chosen to have asthma, you were born with it. that’s why I didn’t even guess that’s the reason,” you pause a few seconds waiting for him to respond but his sorrowful eyes tells you he’s still not convinced “Coming so far you have despite it all, being the best in your team and in your school as an athlete, If I was you, I would have worn It like a medal. This is nothing you should be ashamed of or hide.”

He stares at you, eyes wavering on you as if he’s trying to decide whether he should trust your words or not. You see a glimpse of all the self-hatred and blame he’s put himself and his body for not keeping up with his peers, the pain of having to pave a path rockier than everyone else but having to hide it all because of the fear of judgement.

“You don’t get it,” he finally voices out, looking away from you “try living with these fucked up lungs and I’ll see if you can be proud.”

“I’m sorry,” you quickly nod, reaching to squeeze his arms “I’ll never know how you feel since I’ve never experienced it, but,” you gulp “I can reassure you, you never have to be ashamed of it with me.”

He brings his gaze back to you and look at you with something different this time. A look of amusement, tinted by something more … something you can’t put your finger on and the fast beating of your heart urges you to not pry further so you do what you can do best and mutter

“But you should be ashamed that you smoke though,” you say jokingly with a fake frown and his lips curl into a smile “I’ll always shame you for that one.”

“Whatever,” he laughs “I quitted for you anyways.”

For you? You furrow your eyebrows hearing his words and are about to question them when he cups your cheeks

“Look, I need to get this straight,” he says in a rushed tone “I’m not embarrassed to be seen with you,” he says in a firm tone “And I don’t want you to think like that about me.”

“F-Fine, I got you now,” you nod with an anxious smile, trying to reassure the guy “We’re cool!”

“Those girls,” he starts anxiously “The girls you said are surronding me, I don’t care about any of them.” He hesitates as if he’s chewing his next few words “If only you’d want-“

Your eyes widen at the expense of his words that you guess will follow, but you don’t get enough chance to hear them when the door opens with a loud thump and Taehyung enters the changing room, calling for you at the top of his lung

“SUGAR, YOUR TAE TAE IS HER-“he looks at the way Jungkook is standing again you and immediately yells “FUCK, YOU GUYS ARE-”

You reflexively push against Jungkook and quickly rush to your kit and grab the heavy box, trying to not make any contact with Tae as you mutter “I’ll let you guys change, see you later!”

You quickly push past the bewildered guy standing at the door, grateful that he doesn’t block your way on the way out as you rush away from the changing room to the field, trying to forget whatever happened in there …

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chimswae · 4 years

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BTS Caretaker CH10

Summary: She may think she has Bangtan Sonyeondan wrapped around her fingers. She may think it is easy to love the members equally without hurting any soul. She may think the boys wont fall head over heels for her. She assumes it is okay to show a little love and affection towards the boys, what if she gets it all wrong? What if it only brings more complication to her already complicated life? Can she survive their charms? Will she be able to resist them? What if they just wont let her go?

- Pairing: BTS x Oc ( Yoongi x OC, Jungkook x OC)

- Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst, Romance, Idol!au

- Word Count: 3,403

- Author Note:Sorry, im so busy these past few weeks! so,i update slightly late and i appreciate your feedback and comment, just drop in my ASK BOX :)

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Chapter 10

Seul trudged backwards feeling her bones melted due the overflowing warmth from the kisses, but before her body could kiss the ground a hello Yoongi’s strong arm encircled around her waist, holding her close to his body. This was dizzying, she could not feel herself anymore. The way his lips moved desperately against her, seeking for a permission to enter caused her soul to depart permanently from her body.

On the other hand, Yoongi found himself got carried away as his earlier plan was to tease and trip guilt her not to extent of locking lips with her. Why was his body acting against that genius brain of his? Had he gone nuts overnight?

Regaining back her composure, Seul found the strength in her to push Yoongi chest backwards, breaking the kisses. He was still holding onto her tight, even though she managed to stop the unexplained moment that they had a minute ago.

Her small hands were clutching onto his shirt, and Yoongi muscle flexed due to the contact. Both of them were left breathless after the unexpected kisses. A visible taint of blushes could be seen on their cheeks, Seul and Yoongi were in dazed.

Inhaling a deep breath, Seul uttered the first word to break the silence between that “Wh..at was that for…” a heavy lump on her throats making its hard for her to breathe. With Yoongi gregarious presence close to her, she could smell his manly cologne and it drove her insane once again.

What is wrong with her and man’s cologne? She felt the same way with Jimin, their smell. Why they got to smell so effin good? Not that she cared but it was sinful to her senses.

Yoongi’s silence only to suffocate Seul even more “I have to go…” she felt his grip loosened then she took the chance to slip away.

Snapping his weird thought away, Yoongi realized Seul was about to escape again and before that thing happened, he needed to clarify something. She staggered towards the door and before she could twist the knob, a pair of arms once again engulfed her into a tight embrace putting her step at halt.

Seul was about to open her mouth to question his sudden affection towards her as she had no more strength to fight Yoongi, her energy had depleted following the kisses that they shared. It was too much for her to digest.

Yoongi’s breath tickles against her neck, he hummed “I will see you again soon, Mrs Hwang’s daughter” it somewhat sounded like a warn that another time he caught her again, he would make sure to bring the truth out. However, why it didn’t sound like a warn to her more like a hope that they would be together again?

She screamed mentally not liking this sticky situation that she was in. Min Yoongi out of all people, it never dawned on her this thing escalated fast. Was it just her feelings or Min Yoongi was hinting on something?

He took a step backward giving the poor girl space to breathe or at least that’s how he thought it would be. Okay breath in breath out Ji Seul, Seul mentally groaned while steadying her rapid breathing. Without uttering any words, she dashed out and was welcomed by flabbergasted Jimin.

“Mmm…I.. mmm…. where” he swayed his body from left to right and frowned.

Seul still had to regain herself after the things with Yoongi and to face Jimin again giving her no time to chill “I..am sorry..I have to go…” Jimin nodded staring at her way.

Gathering all her stuffs, Seul took off her apron and set it aside. Jimin watched her every movement closely wanting to say something but decided to hold his tongue back. What was he supposed to say? That he was sorry about the incident in the bedroom?

Manners always come first, so Seul bowed politely at Jimin way before making her way and finally escaped from the tiger lair. Jimin ran after her taking a hold of her wrist, the touch startled her “W-hat is wrong?” she gulped not knowing how to react to Jimin’s intense gaze.

It burnt hole through her head.

“You..left your phone..” Jimin said shyly, handing the rose gold phone to her.

Seul hummed under her sharp breath “Mmm.. thank you…” it took her a moment to initiate the first move as her eyes focused on Jimin’s hand which was wrapped securely around her wrist. Jimin sensed the fiery gaze and immediately let go Seul’s hand with a soft huff.

“Oh sorry..” she gave him final glance and disappeared from his vicinity.

“Ji Seul..Seul” he muttered with a small smile spread across his face. The name tickled his heart, way to allow some strangers invaded his personal space. That one space in his heart is untouchable at first now gets a little shaky.

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“Jeon Jungkook you better be fast, or I am leaving you” he hollered as he continued to press the elevator button furiously.

“COMING KIM SEOKJIN-SSI!” the younger guy strutted with a soft pant.

“Did you find the tape? Yoongi is so going to kill you if you don’t get the tape delivered safely to him”

“Am I delivery boy now? Namjoon hyung could have sent it by himself, yet he made us do a detour just to get this cd. And why would Yoongi hyung be home so early? That is so not him” he pondered.

Yoongi is known to be a workaholic freak, staying in his genius lab was his thing ever since they debuted. So, to see him back home early this broad daylight was a little over the top. He wouldn’t be back unless something really was bothering him.

“ He does the unexpected thing so scratch that” Seokjin grew impatient as he watched the elevator descended diligently through the digital monitor. The ding sound from the elevator made him heaved a sigh of relief “I wonder what is so important that Jimin forced us to be back home at this time”

Jungkok shrugged “It must be a prank because we forgot to bring him along” as soon as the door the elevator opened, a figure with head hung low scurried off without caring who’s important of them.

Jin frowned at the impact “Hey watch out where you are going young lady” he voiced out his annoyance. To his utter astonishment, Seul turned to him with an apologetic look before scurrying off in hurry.

“Mmm? No problem…”

Jungkook blinked confusedly “Hyung, hurry the elevator is about to close duh” his voice brought him out of his trance. Jin managed to capture the look in her eyes, it was a hint of fear and confusion. He wondered what happened to the young lady? It was none of his business anyway, but he got to admit he was drawn by the beauty of her eyes.

He hoped she will be just fine.

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Despite her weird encounter with Jimin few days ago and the Suga thing, Seul managed to pull through it, tending her works as usual but thankfully these days her luck was on her side. As far as her concerned there was no unexpected meeting with the babytan.

She tried to occupy herself with the workloads at the shop, and decided to forget Yoongi’s devil whispers which became a mere nightmare for her now. For an odd reason, her voice lingered in her mind since that day. Do not speak of the kisses, now it affected her so badly to the point her heart weakened every time Yoongi’s part came into the songs that she listened to.

With that, she decided to stay away from Bangtan Sonyeondan for the time being.

Away from their songs.

Away from their updates.

Away from Park Jimin.

Away from Min Yoongi.

Okay, that is how she’s going to put this. Min Yoongi is a real fire.

“Can I come in?” a knock on her door brought her back to her sense. Then, she remembered her date with Hwasa. They were supposed to go out for a movie since that time of the month whereby they only got a short break. Without waiting for her answers, Hwasa would enter anyways. Who could stop her.

Seul’s eyes rounded at the image of her best friend “Oh my god, I almost forgot our date! Screw the caretaker job” she arose from her feet immediately pulled out random clothes from her closet getting ready to change.

“I knew you would forget, so I came to pick you up. What is wrong with you though Seul? You seem a little off” Hwasa closed the door behind her, and leaned against it, crossed arms.

A small sigh escaped from her lips “I don’t know. It feels just wrong. Have you ever felt something was tugging you hard and this roller coaster feeling that you experience, it becomes too much for you? At one point you just want to cry it aloud” she clenched her fist into a ball feeling the pain sipping in.

“Hey.. Seul-ah.. Tell me, is everything alright?” Hwasa was taken aback by Seul’s confession. It rarely happened, and this was one of the rare time she would see Seul looking glum and lost. The girl was not good in expressing her feelings even to Hwasa and her own mother, to let her feelings bottled up for so long resulted in sudden outburst.

Making her way to the queen size bed, Seul slumped on it accompanied with tears cascading down like broken pipe “SEUL-AH!” Hwasa pushed her panic button upon witnessing the scene in front of her.

“Babe…please.. tell me, let it out” she pulled Seul into a tight embrace letting the broken girl bawled her eyes out. She felt Seul’s clutching onto her shirt as if her life hanging onto it “Hush… cry it out cry it out” Hwasa stroked her hair with affection.

Seul too had no idea why she cried.

Was it because of things happened in her life?

Was it her failure to control her own feelings?

Or was she always this fragile and broken yet she refused to admit to it?

Why Ji Seul?

After god twenty minutes of silence, only Seul’s small sob could be heard filling the emptiness in the room, she looked up meeting Hwasa’s worried gaze. “Are you feeling any better?” Hwasa finally spoke up earning Seul’s attention.

“Thank you”

“And?”

“That is it? Just a simple thank you? You owe me an explanation, why with the sudden outburst?” this time Hwasa gaze was on her, giving the sad girl a soft squish as an assurance.

“I am just too overwhelmed, with the things happened in my life right now”

“Like what?”

Damn, Hwasa would not back away that easily. It was her fault to break down in front of her. Seul was contemplating whether to spill put the truth or to keep the secret within her. Life is a matter of choice, it is either you grab it or let it go.

“Ji Seul, I am waiting” her brows quirked up in curiosity.

“This work that I am doing for my mother right now is driving me up the walls” Seul took a deep breath as she finally spilled the beans from the first time she tended the job up until the recent event with Yoongi.

Eyes wide opened, lips hung loose allowing a small whimper coming from her, Hwasa is officially dead inside. She held up her palms signalling her friend to give her a moment to regain her lost back to body.

“So you are saying, the Min Suga of Bangtan Sonyeondan and you shared a weird kiss?” she rephrased and Seul nodded in embarrassment.

Hwasa let out the highest octave of human’s squeal which feared Seul “YAH TONE DOWN WOMAN! ARE YOU TRYING TO GET ME KILL?” she slapped her arms with a deep frown.

“OH MY GOD SEUL HOW CAN I? WHAT THE HELL? YOU ARE PRACTICALLY SPOILING ME WITH SOME FANFICTION! ARE YOU NUTS?”

Annoyed, Seul clasped her hand over Hwasa’s mouth with hope she would lower down her voice for the sake of everyone’s happiness “I know this sound crazy, but can you please stop screeching like some annoying parrots. Gosh woman!”

“This is not crazy. Yes, a little! However, this is by far the best thing that I ever heard from you!”

“So how is it kissing the famous Min Yoongi?”

“How does a lip of rapper feel like?”

“Is he a good kisser?”

“FEED ME GIRL!”

Seul facepalmed regretting the decision that she made to trust Hwasa with her story, now that big mouth of hers are not going to stop blabbering nonsense. The excited girl shook her shoulder with all her might just to get answers from her, she was unstoppable.

“For a record, he is not that almighty don’t fool yourself with that idol image of his. He is a normal citizen like us, except he is a little too cocky and annoying. Apart from that, he is annoying as hell!” Seul pursed her lips in protest. The image of Yoongi teasing her with that smile of his triggered her anger.

“I would rather stay with weird Jimin than him, he is a big big trouble” she continued without hesitation, Seul continued to comment of Yoongi demeanour and it continued for five minutes. Hwasa on the other hand was mentally judging the angry girl “But he smells awfully good, I hate that part the most” she finally ended her long ranting.

“What did you just say?” she poked fun.

Clearing her throat to chase the awkwardness away, Seul shot her a death glare “I said he smells awful, not let me change so we can eat that patbingsu!” Seul escaped without problem leaving her mischievous friend behind.

“Min Yoongi smells awfully good huh?” she hummed.

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“ 2016 Melon Music Award, Best Album of the Year goes to…”

“Bangtan Sonyeondan. Congratulations!” the news spread like wildfire as people was surprised by the announcement. Some was overjoyed by their winning after years of hard work, some immature human being was too salty with the winning and bashing them out openly.

However it wouldn’t change the fact that they just won Best Album of the Year. The members were in dazed as they tried to decipher the information that they just heard few seconds ago. They were woken up by the standing ovation from other celebrities who fought along them. Everyone had a wide grin and congratulated them for their winning.

Each one of them ascended to the stage with a shocked expression across their faces, none would expect this thing to happen overnight. Armys are everything to them. Up until now, they managed to pull through the worst time in life thanks to Armys.

The announcer continued “ This year hot idols, their albums did really well on different charts. Congratulations for the best album of the year award”

None of this would happen without the overwhelming supports that they received from Armys.

Namjoon led the group to the centre in order to receive their first daesang, Taehyung on the hand was chanting “It is us.. It is us? Us ? Us” along the way followed by other members who seemed as baffled as him.

The boys politely bowed to both announcers before receiving the award and readied for their important speech. A start of every path that they will take after this night, it is indeed too much for their heart to handle.

Taking a moment to settle his unsteady breathing, Namjoon lips were pressed into thin line as he spoke “Army! THANK YOU” that was the first thing came out from his soft lips.

He shook his head in disbelief, wandering his eyes around the audience watching their Bangtan Bomb in the air.

To his distaste, his eyes landed at some part of the audience which went black as if like a protest from other fandom. Namjoon gulped at the sight trying to shrug off the thought. A small pat on his back and he knew other members witnessed the awful scene too. As much it ached his heart to see those hatred being thrown to them openly like this, he did not want to ruin the moment.

Jin looked down letting the tears flowed wetting his cheek, whilst Hoseok slipped his arm around his shoulder with a grateful smile. Grateful with this moment that he could cherish with other members. His eyes were sting with tears which he forced not to spill.

Yoongi noticed the hesitation in Namjoon’s voice, but he chose to stand silently behind Jin and Namjoon without uttering anything. He held back his tears refused to let it go or else this would be a long hell of night for him.

Armys have suffered enough because of us. I am sorry and thank you. Yoongi clenched his fist to calm down his desire to cry.

Jimin was admiring the older guy gathering his thought on the other side with a proud smile, he gave the leader a small nod assuring him everything would be alright when their eyes met “Hyung, you can do it” he mouthed.

A small smile spread across Namjoon face as he continued “Really.. yes.. Thank you to everyone who made us, helped us and we will always love you” he let out a small chuckle with a deep breath. “This is really the biggest award we got since our debut, we would like to thank Bang PD and Big Hit, our family and friends. Army I LOVE YOU” he hollered at the last words while pumping his fist.

Jungkook watched the crowd where he could spot Armys waving their Army Bomb timidly, he felt a heavy tug on his heart. Not them, not our Armys, I am sorry that you are afraid to cheer for us because of us. I am sorry. Jungkook heaved a soft sigh.

One final glance, Yoongi found the corner of his lips twitced into a small smile "Thanks for believing in someone like me,dealing with these tears and wounds.For becoming my light, for becoming the flower in the most beautiful moment in life" he watched other members with a content heart.

Sweet Jimin was the first one wo lurched forward pushing everyone to the centre of the stage for a group hug. Seokjin continued to cry nevertheless. No one knew he could be a cry baby sometimes. As they were ready to get off the stage, Jimin went to Jin side with a soft smile “We did it hyung” he squished the older guy’s shoulder.

Bangtan Sonyeondan’s first daesang would be one the best memories for them and Armys. This is the start of everything.

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“Are you sure you don’t want me to accompany you?” Yoongi gave the older guy a wary look. Jin’s smile was rather fake or could he say, it was not real him. Something is bothering him for sure, as soon the show ended, Jin went mute along the journey.

They decided to celebrate it at the company together with Bang PD and other Bighit staffs, but halfway of the humble party, Jin excused himself. The latter insisted of going home saying that he was not feeling well, but rejected a ride offer by their managers.

Seeing his weird demeanour, Yoongi decided to check on him because after all he was his roommate. They might not talk that much considering how he spent less time in his own room in comparison to his studio yet Yoongi was aware of Jin’s insecurities and worries when it came to his status as Bangtan’s members.

That foolish guy would always blame himself for every failure that Bangtan had. It was hard at first to reach out to Jin but as time passed, he eventually found way to give a small pep talk. He was neither good nor bad in comforting others, but considered him decent.

“I will be okay, I just need some time alone. See you at home” Jin nodded tiredly as he shushed the shorter guy inside. Even though he was reluctant to get inside and leaving Kim Seokjin behind, Yoongi complied to his request.

It was the best thing to do for now. Everyone needed space.

In Jin’s case, he needed time to gather himself together.

He would not invade his personal space

#btsfic #btsfanfic #bts series #bts romance #min yoongi x oc #yoongi x oc #jungkook x oc #jeon jungkook x oc #bts fluff #bts idolau #jimin x jungkook #taehyung x oc #kim seokjin x oc #jin x oc #namjoon x oc #hoseok x oc #btscaretaker

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summerbreezeyy · 4 years

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Love, Huh? - Chapter 2

"You done?" Sehun said knocking on the bathroom door.

For the last 2 weeks you've been in this hospital, woke up after almost 3 days since you passed out. Sehun cried -which something you haven't seen in a long time and made you cry too realizing how much you actually hurt him by being hurt- when you opened your eyes. And since then you have never been alone even though the boys were currently preparing for their new album. Some days it would be Kyungsoo who would make sure not even a piece of rice was left on your plates and also would sneak in some snacks for you to eat, the rest of the days would be Chanyeol who would show you funny videos or make you listen to songs they've made but yet released. And then Sehun, who would with one of the guys and never came alone. He would only sit silently on the sofa, looking at you somehow with worried, angry, and guilty looks at the same time while his friends would talk with you. He would only say something when talked to. Truth was, he felt guilty for not sensing anything wrong. He was also very mad at himself for not being able to protect you, something he always promised you since you became friends.

They would work on their album in your hospital room while telling you to eat, rest, and sleep. When the day you finally could go home, well to the guys' apartment since you don't really have other place to stay at -and they were very adamant they wouldn’t have it any other way-, Sehun picked you up alone, Kyungsoo and Chanyeol had to record their parts he informed.

You looked at the mirror to see fading marks on your neck, arms, and face. The stitches were also fading, you almost looked normal. Maybe your body was becoming normal, but you haven’t dare to explore your emotions of what happened 2 weeks ago. You could only hope time would help you heal your heart. The guys surprisingly didn’t bombard you with questions right as you woke up. You knew you owe them some explanations and that their heads were full of questions.

You straightened your clothes -well Kyungsoo’s since all of yours were still at your place and his fits the best since the other two are basically giants- and again looked at the mirror. Somehow, looking at your almost healed wounds made your heart wrenched. You questioned yourself, how could you let him do what he did to you? Better one, why would you do things that pushed him to do what he did?

“Hey, you okay in there?” Sehun’s voice outside grew worried when you didn’t respond.

When you opened the door and saw his face, you couldn’t hold yourself to throw yourself into his arms. You hugged him tight putting your ear on heart to hear the sound of it beating, something you realized was something very calming and pleasant. He was stunned at first, before embracing your body, sharing his body and heart’s warmth.

Both of you stayed still in this position with him stroking your hair giving you more comfort before he pulled back and held your face in his palms with you still hugging his waist, needing his presence more than ever before. “You okay?” he said softly, looking deep into you.

You nodded before continuing “I just ... Thank you. For everything.”

“Anything for you, shorty” he smiled kissing the top of your head.

“Hey I was taller than you in middle school. Not my fault you grew up to be a pole.”

After some convincing and promises you would leave if he was home and Sehun muttering something like “I hope he’s home so I could show him what broken ribs feel like”, he drove you to your shared apartment with your boyfriend -well ex to be exact- to get your essential items, like your IDs, passport, etc.

Judging by the police line that was still sealed at your door, it did’t look like someone has returned to this house. After getting rid of the tape, you punched in your code with shaking hands, can’t help but to have flashbacks about the nights of your pain. Sehun noticed this and held your other hand in his. And when the door finally opened he took the first step and entered with you behind him. When his eyes spotted the broken glass and trace of dried blood his jaw clenched and his grip tightened.

Concluding no one was really home with the lack of sound and light, he asked where’s your bedroom and lead you both there.

“Um.. Sehun, you probably need to let go of my hand for me so I can work faster.”

He reluctantly did and you took the bag you didn’t finish pack that night. You put in your wallets, laptop, notes, clothes and some stuff you just wanted to bring along. Like hell you were gonna leave your SK-II essence or Anastasia Beverly Hills palette. “You forced me to drive you here just for your skincare and makeup?” Sehun teased with his arms crossed leaning his form to the doorframe.

“These are very expensive alright. Why don’t you make yourself useful and help me find my phone. It should be in the living room somewhere,” you replied while grabbing your huge ass suitcase to fit in more stuff.

“Just buy a new one.”

“All of my contacts are there. And also tons of pictures I’m not willing to let go of.”

He rolled his eyes and started to move towards the living room. “Like what? Nudes?”

“I think we both know who likes to take racy pictures out of the two of us.”

“Hey that wasn’t meant for you alright.”

Sehun came back after a few minutes, “Your screen’s broken.”

“Ah dang. Are you busy today? Could we like stop by the mall to fix it or get a new one or something?” You asked looking up while crouching next to the bed, trying to reach whatever was under the bed.

“Free as a bird. You need help?”

“Nope. I.... got it,” you said pulling out a black box.

“Let me guess, your sex toys.”

“Oh honey, if I were into sex toys I wouldn’t just have one box, I’d make a room dedicated to them, Fifty Shades style.”

He snickered and got to his knee, watching you opening up the box. When you did though, he was shocked to see that it was completely filled with money. “Never heard of the bank missy?”

You shrugged, “Just feel safer to have cash than cards.” You put the box in your luggage. Deciding you’ve taken everything you bought with your own money and leaving all he gave you, you closed it.

“All done?” Sehun grabbed your luggage and your other bag.

“Yes.” And with that you got up. You were almost out of the door before you remembered something, “Wait!” Sehun looked behind only to see you taking some shoes with you. You grinned at him, showing him a worn out pair of shoes “This is the shoes you bought me with your first paycheck!”

He broke into a huge smile before turning on his heels, telling you to come out fast. Before you close the door to your past, you looked once into what caused you pain and happiness for the last year.

“Have you called the guys about we’re eating out?” you asked Sehun as you finished ordering your food. He nodded at your question. “By the way, this is very private. Is this where celebrities go on dates?”

“Well the owner is also an idol, so he knows how hard it is for us to even just hangout with friends, let alone dating. Well for those who don’t want scandals yes, this is the safest place with private rooms and all.” You nodded at his explanation.

Both of you stayed quiet after that. Sehun looked like he wanted to ask you about everything but always stopped himself before he did. When you finished your food, you took a deep breath and called his name, making him look away from his leftover food he was playing with and looked into your eyes.

“Ask.” you commanded.

Sehun paused before asking “When did you quit Junmyeon hyung’s company?” Okay he’s starting light

“Almost a year ago I think.”

“Why? Was it.. him?” Sehun whispered the last word, clearly trying to avoid the sensitive topic.

“He did ask me to quit. But that wasn’t the main reason.”

“And what was it? I thought working at his company was your dream?”

“Well yes. Kinda irrelevant, but before we move on, the company is not his, it’s Mr. Kim Minseok’s.”

“But they’re brothers, the company is their family’s.”

“Yeah but technically Mr. Kim’s the one who ran the whole company, and on the other hand Mr. Kim deals with the magazine, not their....” you stopped talking as you caught Sehun’s unfazed face, clearly not caring about which Kim brothers was the owner. You sighed and continued, “I just felt uncomfortable with both of them that’s all.”

“What? What did they do?”

“Good things. Too good things. They would bring me food, offer me to lunch and dinner, giving souvenirs whenever they’re back from trips, giving me rides home, and all.”

Sehun’s brow furrowed deeper. “And what’s wrong with that?”

“What would you feel if you CEO sent you a flower bouquet and medicines because you were sick the day before or your supervisor’s boss chatting up to you at lunch like your best friends?”

“Happy?”

You rolled your eyes and sighed. “Normal people would feel uncomfortable. Cause other employees would talk, okay.”

“Did they? Talk? About you?”

“Oh yes they did.”

“Like what?”

“Like how I slept with both of them to get my job, which we both know isn’t true since you force-introduced me to them 2 months after I got hired. And it’s not like they weren’t professional on working time tho. I get scolded when my job wasn’t satisfactory, but gossip’s definitely more fun than fact so, I decided to quit and to start writing again. And it’s not like I needed more money. As you saw earlier I got enough and my boy.. ex-boyfriend is very rich like I told you.”

“Right, your ex.”

“Ask away, blondie.”

“Was it.. the first time?” he asked carefully.

“No.” You saw him blinked and clenched his jaw.

“Did he do it.... often?”

“No,” you contemplated on how to tell him, and the only way for it to make sense is to tell from the beginning. “Okay, this is gonna be long. Questions after I’m done kay?”

“Okay.”

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath before starting your story. “Okay, so did you realized after the initial meeting between you, me, him, Chan and Soo oppa we don’t meet that often?” He nodded “And even when we did meet I asked you not to bring your bandmates cause I ‘wanted to spend more time with you’?” Again he nodded. “And did you notice how he got very touchy and would always keep his hands on me when we hung out?” At this he just looked at you confused. “Guess why.”

You let him think and analyze the whole thing. It took him a couple of second before he got it. “He was jealous.”

This time you nodded. “When we got home after the first meeting, he was saying things like how all three of you have crushes on me and like me more than just friends, and how we’re too close as friends and stuff. So I argued back and we had a big fight that night which ended up giving me a broken rib and nose. I was ready to leave him. But he begged and apologized. And me being the stupid girl that I am, stayed. His jealousy didn’t get better tho, but he never hit me like that again. But in turn, when he got jealous he would be.. um.. really rough in bed. Like choking, spanking, and not the good kind. If he’s jealous I won’t be able to walk the next day because of the pain and forming bruises. And he got jealous of everything. Our calls, facetime, me talking about any of you, or even just admiring celebrities. But I thought, at least he didn’t hurt me outside of bed you know.”

You looked at Sehun’s red ears and his clenched fists on the table. You reached over and took his left one in your right, squeezing it lightly as if saying ‘But I’m okay now, don’t worry’

"He kinda tolerated you, since he knows how much you mean to me, and also because I told him you're gay, which he didn't believe somehow. So he just forced himself not to be jealous when we hang out or talk. But for Chanyeol and Kyungsoo oppa, honestly I did avoid them. I think I was afraid of what he would do to me if I didn’t. But then the night before it happened, we ran into each other. And I’m pretty sure you all noticed how he got very protective of me since you jokingly said ‘chill dude, we’re not gonna take her’ which, he didn’t find funny by the way, he thought you were mocking him. When we were home, again we fought. And when he got angrier I threatened him I'd leave if he ever laid his hands on me again. So he left. At first I thought I was safe, we were okay. But then the club owner called and informed me that my ex spent the night at the club and was drinking a lot. The owner is a friend, so he called just to make sure everything’s okay. But when he told me my ex has been drinking more than he should, I had a feeling it would go bad. And that’s why I called you. But before you could pick up, he came home. We fought again, but I kept my space. I warned him again and again and again about leaving him. And he seemed to calm down, before my phone rings, and he saw the caller and he snapped.” You stopped, knowing it’s gonna be the hardest part to tell.

Sehun’s eyes doubled in size. Realization hit him like a ton of bricks. It was him who called.

You took both his hands, “And it’s not your fault. Never yours. Don’t you dare blaming yourself okay.”

His lips trembled, but he told himself he had to be strong for you. No matter how terrible this was for him, you still had it the hardest. So he let go of your hands and moved beside you. He looked to your eyes deeply and ask, “Were you scared?”

“Very.” And with that he took you in his arms.

You didn’t realize it, but you found yourself crying and sobbing on his chest. Finally you crumbled down. You felt broken and worthless. Maybe you did deserve all the hitting. Maybe you weren’t good enough for him or anybody.

You cried for few minutes before calming down. You pulled away and he wiped your tears. “You also can’t blame yourself for what happened. This is all him. You are amazing, beautiful, and deserve someone who treats you like the queen you are,” he stated, knowing fully well you were putting yourself down. “Don’t discredit yourself. You’re perfect just like how you are.”

Then he hugged you again, you let yourself be embraced into his grasp, letting him mend your broken heart.

#do kyungsoo #oh sehun #exo x reader #park chanyeol

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getitinbusan · 5 years

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The Lost Boys Series: Kim Namjoon

Driving down the dark road you waited for the box of lights that kept the station illuminated to appear. In the distance you could just make them out, they were like a homing beacon in the night, and like a moth you just couldn't stay away. It had been a bad day and only Joon could fix it. Your tires slowed as you pulled in, the headlights shining into the window alerting him to your arrival.

He walked out and crossed his arms on your open window, resting his head on top of them he gave you a dimpled smile, "Full Service tonight Y/N?" Turning the ignition off, you climbed out of your large black Range Rover and walked around the vehicle to stand next to him. "I don't know why such a tiny girl needs such a big car," he chuckled while wrapping his arms around you. "Only the best for my family Joon, if it's not a status symbol it's not for us," you'd repeated your father's motto so many times it rolled out of your mouth too easily. He dropped his arms and began to walk away from you taking up a defensive position by the pump. "So what happened today? What pissed you off so much that you came looking to slum it with me?" He was unusually mad at your words, his face turned into a frown and his eyes looked sad. "Hey, Joon… what's going on? I thought we were both cool with this?" you questioned him but you weren't sure you wanted an answer. "I'm just trying to correlate how my dick is good enough for you but I'm not," and there it was. For the past 8 months you'd been showing up here whenever you needed him. What was he to you? A friend with benefits, an ego boost, an escape? "Joon please, you know my situation. I can't just leave my fiance and disappoint my family. I thought you were okay with helping me let off steam." You walked over to him and laid your hand on his shoulder, "You're the only real thing I have in my life." Sighing he looped his finger into the waist of your jeans and pulled you close to him, "It's starting to hurt Y/N." You leaned your head onto his chest and inhaled, the smell of gasoline hung onto his clothes creating a scent memory that made you crave him.

"What should I do Joon? You know how I feel about you but my family would disown me, I'd lose everything." You looked up at him hoping he could just understand. He knew he had nothing to promise you other than his love and his poetry, so he offered the one tangible thing he could, "I'd take care of you in all the ways he can't," You began to say his name when he cut your words off with his lips. Gripping your hips he pulled you closer. "I know he can't fuck you like I can, you wouldn't be here if he could" he gripped your hair and ran his tongue up your neck sending shivers down your spine. Grabbing his hand you pulled him into the building, the bell ringing above the door frantically as you made your way into the store. You pushed him back against the counter and fumbled with his belt desperately trying to get it undone. "Right here?" he asked "Aren't you afraid someone will see?" Rubbing his hardened cock you stopped to look him in the eye and teased, "You're not getting shy on me now are you Joon?" He stopped you and cupped your face, "Y/N, I'm not the one with something to lose. I'll take you right here in front of the window if it's what you want." You dropped to your knees and kissed his bulge through his jeans stopping to bite delicately at the tip. A soft "fuck" escaped his mouth, "please baby"

You loved when he begged, nothing got you wetter faster than knowing how much he wanted you. Lifting his shirt you moaned at the sight of his pubic trail, your nose against his abdomen licking your way down its path. Popping the button of his denims you looked up at him while slowly working the zipper down. His blue boxers sat low on his hips and you pushed them down just enough to expose his rock hard cock. Reaching in you cupped your hand around his balls and rubbed them while he twitched impatiently waiting for your mouth. He looked beautiful with his eyes closed, his smile upturned, and his muscular chest moving with his heavy deep breathes. His cock always smelled like soap, and it turned you on thinking about how he must give himself a few gratuitous pumps in the shower, maybe thinking about you. Your head was spinning, you needed him, wanted to give him something more, wrapping your arms around him grabbing his ass you thrust him towards you. Circling his beautiful firm pink tip with your tongue you teased the bead of precum leaking from his slit. "God you taste good" you let out before plunging him deep into your throat. The animalistic grunt he let out encouraged you to continue. Wrapping your fingers tightly around his base you held him firm while you pushed and pulled your mouth over his length working him into a moaning mess.

Suddenly he stopped you, pulling you up into him he swung you around to the back of the counter and pushed you down out of sight. "Shhh," he whispered, you could hear a series of voices approaching. The bell chimed, you were no longer alone, "Hey Joon, what time are you off tonight? Should we wait around?" It was a male voice speaking but hearing others in the background you guessed it was his band of housemates. "No, it's okay, I think I might be late closing tonight," he answered, trying to get them to leave. You decided to keep going, see how he'd handle a little head under the counter. Your hand was still wet with saliva so you began pumping his now softening erection, giving his exposed balls little kitten licks while he tried to hold a conversation. The frustration on his face trying not to surrender to the pleasure you were giving him was humorous. A deep voice broke through the others, "Is that the famous Y/N's Range Rover out there?" you froze, had he told them about you? He stammered trying to come up with an answer, "Yeah, it needs some work so she left it here." There was laughter amongst the boys and too many things being said, you strained to hear while keeping pace. "You love her", "You are so whipped Namjoon", "Are we ever going to meet her, I for one don't believe she's real", "I told you guys he wasn't going to break up with her like he said", "Yeah, I thought you said you were calling it off." You halted your movements in reaction to this information knowing his dick needed to not be in your mouth anymore. He glanced down at you on your knees hiding behind a gas station counter, unflattering fluorescents highlighting the tears glazing over your eyes, you were still the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. He felt like an asshole, his head hurt at the thought that this may be the last time he'd see you. He had to explain, "Listen guys, the boss has been reviewing our shift tapes and I don't want to get in trouble for having you hanging around, I'll just meet up with you later back home" you didn't see it, but his eyes looked down towards the counter hoping they'd get the hint. "Oh! Shit, sorry Joon, ahh.. yeah we'll get going." The bell chimed, you were alone again.

He reached his hand out to help you up and pulled you into his arms. "I'm so fucking sorry Y/N." You couldn't be mad, how could you blame him? You had a fiance, you were using him for sex, you knew he deserved so much more than you. "I guess we had to end it eventually," you said as a tear fell down your cheek. "Is it because you don't love me?" He shook his head at you, "Without you, there’s no me, you’re the best of me." You threaded your fingers with his and grasped his hand tightly, "I love you Joon." Kissing you softly he whispered, "I love you too."

In a desperate last attempt, you tangled your fingers into his hair and pulled him closer to you, your lips became one, your tongues searching for their counterpart. Lifting you up he placed you down on the customer service counter and moved to stand in between your legs. As close as he was, it wasn't enough, "Joon I need you inside me" it sounded desperate but you didn't care, the thought of never being with him again was devastating. He gently caressed your cheek and wiped away a tear that lingered there with his thumb. "It doesn't have to be over, but you have to choose, I can't share you anymore," his hand slid under your skirt and his fingers moved delicately over your panties. "Don't talk, just let me prove how much I love you." Shifting the fabric to the side he ran his fingers through your wetness until he was coated enough to slide one into you. With one finger inside and his thumb drawing circles on your clit he used his other hand to unbutton your blouse. Pulling down the cup of your bra he exposed your erect nipple and leaned in to circle it with his tongue. He was well aware that combining the two moves affected you in the best way. He knew your body, your needs, he could make you cum in seconds if he wanted to, but he didn't want to, not tonight. He let you enjoy a few more minutes until he stopped, getting on his knees he grabbed your panties and pulled them down tossing them aside. Pushing your thighs apart you could feel his warm breath getting closer to where you wanted him the most. His tongue moved slowly over your clit, circling and sucking as he slid his fingers back in. Taking his time, he languidly enjoyed every drop of excitement he coaxed out of you. Your legs started to shake, and he eased himself away, "I need you to slow down baby, I want you to cum with me, okay?" You could only nod in agreement, your head was floating in the clouds incapable of coherent thoughts or words. His mouth met yours softly, and you moaned into the kiss. He pulled away and smiled knowing that tasting yourself on his lips turned you on more than it should. His stiff cock was still out and he couldn't take waiting anymore. Moving in to meet your entrance, the counter height lined you up perfectly. He slowly pushed into you and simultaneous sighs escaped you both. This was right, he belonged here, how could this be the end? You became a tangle of arms, legs and mouths, not wanting to miss any part of each other. Reaching the end, climax imminent, he held onto you tightly while he gave his final thrusts and came inside you. Neither of you moved, afraid to break away the tears rolled down your cheeks. His hand was in your hair and he whispered "I want to be a part of your page, I want to Interfere in your story, as your lover." He fell out of you, now limp and pulled away, turning his back on you. He was zipping himself up and the permanence of it all hit like a ton of bricks. "Joon, please…" you pleaded, "I just can't anymore," he choked out through his tears. "No, listen to me… please…Joon, take me home," you placed your hand on his shoulder and he turned back to look at you. His eyes were red and his lips were quivering, "My home?" you nodded. He was at a loss, "It's not what your used to Y/N, it's dirty and I live with 6 guys… "Joon, as long as I'm with you it doesn't matter. With you, anywhere will be my home."

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hystericalcherries · 7 years

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Spring Cleaning

This is part of my Camp Kwami series. Check out the rest here!

Nino walks in one morning looking ragged as he slumps in the seat next to Adrien.

The blonde takes one looks at him and asks, “What’s wrong? You look terrible.”

Alix spears a sausage on her fork. “Yeah, you look like you just crawled out of a grave.”

There’s a low groan just before the DJ unceremoniously drops his head onto the table, forehead making a impressive thud when it meets wood. Adrien winces sympathetically and offers a light clap of the shoulder, it turning into a comforting rub and a soft offer of food when his best friend groans louder.

“Oh, yeah,” Alya agrees sympathetically, “I spent all yesterday afternoon cleaning up too.”

Marinette finally looks from her meal, brows furrowed. “Cleaning up?”

Her best friend sends her a look, borderline on surprise and… pity? “Yeah, cleaning up. You know, for the cabin inspection- the one that's, you know, today.”

Nino finally extracts his face from the wood and absently reaches across the table and snatches a muffin from her plate. “Oh man, that's right- I forgot you got the art cabin, Marinette. It must have totally tanked trying to clean that mess up. How'd you even manage, anyway?”

“I don't-” she stops before she has a chance to start, her mind putting one and two together in record time.

Her friends undoubtedly see the exact minute when realization hits, her face opening up like one of Margot and Camille’s books. She claps her hands on her cheeks and abruptly stands, silverware shaking as she nearly knocks the entire table over. But Marinette is far from noticing, head whipping to the small table where her kids sit, already done eating and chatting among themselves, and to the clock bolted to the wall in rapid succession.

“The inspection- oh no, I totally forgot!”

Then she is flying, at her cabin’s table and leaning over them to urge them up and back to the cabin. They sense her urgency and quickly scramble to clean up their table, allowing her to usher them out of the mess hall with frantic hands and tripping feet.

When they finally get to the cabin Marinette wants to scream.

It looks like a disaster zone, taped off and full of hazard signs.

There is glitter everywhere and not a thing in its place; books and loose papers cover the floor, bed sheets still stretched in their makeshift fort, paint splattered across a few windows, and articles of clothing draped across every surface.

Before she has time to process her hopeless despair, her mouth opens and she's rattling off orders like a drill sergeant.

“Camille, you're in charge of making the beds. Liam and Nicholas, the windows have to be wiped- no paint or anything on them. Spotless.” The boys give her a salute, serious expressions on their chubby faces. “Margot- the books, they need to be off the floor and back in the bookshelf. Émilia, you and Milo get to organize the art supplies- crayons out of the sink and into their boxes.” Floorboards creak as the kids run to follow her directions. “Camille, you're on laundry duty- remember, anything that smells like dead fish goes in the basket. Léo, help her. Oh, and Victoire, you'll need to pick up all the excess trash.”

They all burst into action, following her orders as if their lives depended on it.

When the dreaded call comes from outside half an hour later Marinette nearly jumps out of her skin.

“Keep cleaning,” she whispers loudly, taking her time to walk the distance to the entrance. “We can't fail the inspection- we'll lose points if we do. I'll try to buy some time.”

There are calls of understanding from the kids, still running about like ants who've just had their hill squashed. Margot’s foot gets caught on a bed post and she trips, the pile of books in her hands crashing to the floor with a thud loud enough it has Marinette wincing. Léo quickly bends over and helps the girl to her feet, sorting out the mess by the time Marinette reaches the door. She edges the screen door open and slithers her way out of the tiny crack of space, breathless as she takes in her arbiters.

What she sees has her eyes popping out of their sockets.

The entirety of the camp is outside, following the counsellors and head appointees in a sort of procession. She all but groans because great, now everyone will have a front row seat to watch her fail spectacularly.

She spots Alya, at the front of the group, and sidles up next to her. With a quick look to the inspectors, who, thankfully, seem to still be processing the paperwork of the previous cabin, she leans in close and asks, “Um, why is everyone here? Isn't it just a regular inspection?”

Alya follows her lead and leans in until her head touches Marinette’s, stage whispering, “It's because of your little show in the mess hall- very eye catching, as per usual- and, well, everyone wanted to see if you'd make it in time. It's all very exciting.”

Blue eyes trail over the counsellors, pausing a second too long on a particular blond head and having to look away quickly in fear of turning to mush. She swallows nervously, voice contracting a squeaky quality, “Oh.”

“Ah, Mademoiselle Dupain-Cheng, there you are.” The camp secretary, a woman with a neat bun and glasses, walks the three precise steps to the bottom of the stairs, clipboard in hand. “Let us begin the inspection of your cabin.”

The counsellor in question forces a smile, skipping a step to bar their way into the sure-to-still-be war ground. “Um, why don't we start outside? I mean, you've all seen the inside of these cabins- they're all the same and so boring. We could just glance around out here and wow, would you look at those flower beds- I don't get extra points for those, do I?”

The woman takes one look at the flowers, in full bloom and all but bursting out of the box they're rooted in, and says in a clipped tone, “No.”

Then, without further ado, the group steps past her and into the cabin. Marinette makes a surprised nose, something in between a squeal and a shriek, and runs after them. Excuses are already spilling from her lips, colorful in their exaggeration. “So, funny story! A rogue baboon found its way into the cabin last night and-”

But her words die when they meet air, because what in the world, this is not her cabin.

Firstly, it’s too clean. Secondly, it’s too clean.

Her kids stand in a line, posed in, what she assumes they individually believe to be, a respectable salute to the camp heads. All around them is a shocking scene- beds made, suitcases tucked neatly under bunks, dressers scrubbed, and mountains of glitter mysteriously banished to some other realm. It’s not perfect- for there is still some melted crayons sticking to the lone table’s surface and army of pine cones standing guard at the foot of the backdoor- but, by all that is lucky in the world, it is to her.

“This place is a pigsty,” Chloé says, signifying the arrival of the other counselors, wrinkling her nose in disgust as she eyes the walls and the pictures decorating them. “It looks like a paintbrush got the flu and sneezed all over everything.”

Marinette ignores the girl’s words, harsh and semi truthful as they are, and instead looks to the proclaimed camp director.

M. Damocles is as unreadable as ever and she despairs, already imaging the punishment she'll receive for having the dirtiest cabin in all the world (probably a lifetime sentence to mess hall duty). Thick eyebrows looms over wide eyes, giving him a surprised look that is, seemingly, permanently edged into his face, as he silently takes in his surroundings, turning in a slow circle to better survey it all. Her body hunches into itself as she leans in, holding her breath.

Finally, he stops, straightening his jacket with a small harrumph. Leveling her with a stare, he states, “You pass, but only just.”

It's enough for her and the rest of Cabin Ladybug, and they erupt into instantaneous cheers.

The sound of joy is echoed by the many still lingering outside. The camp heads make their leave when the call is made, four more cabins still in need of their judgement, and leave them to their celebration.

Alya whoops and gives Marinette a side hug while simultaneously high fiving Nino. Chloé leaves with a huff, hands waving a fist pumping Kim out of her way; though no one can hear her snapping remarks, drowned as they are in the cheers.

Her kids are the loudest. Liam, Nicholas and David let out matching yells, deafening and animalistic in quality. Behind them, Margaret and Camille are hugging, nearly toppling over when Milo barrels into them in an effort to join. Léo flops onto a bed, slinking to the floor with an exhausted sigh, and sends Victoire, who claps her hands together happily, a victorious grin. Thomas wraps her left leg in a hug, vibrating with excitement and giggles.

“Congrats, Marinette.” She somehow hears Adrien over the triumphant screech Émilia sings to her right. A hand lands on her shoulder, the weight of it making her feel like she's floating.

Normally, she would smile and leave it at that, but she's feeling strong after this win. She was given the impossible and had pulled out on top- granted, it wasn't as impressive as defeating an Akuma, but the fire running through her body in the afterglow of battle is the same. It leaves her feeling lucky.

So, she surges forward and throws herself at him, arms wrapping around his neck in a hug. He stumbles for a moment, surprised, but the blimp is passed over with the light laugh that bursts out her mouth. Eventually his hands encircle her waist, squeezing, and an answering smile graces his lips.

She's never felt happier.

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Starling { Seungcheol } (3)

genre: crime!au, mystery

word count: 1,463

summary: when monsters from 5 years past come back to play

warning: death, blood, if you can’t watch crime dramas do not read

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“Please tell me you have something.” Seungcheol gazed at his frustrated team as he spoke on his phone in the corner of the conference room. Boxes of case files and evidence bags littered the round table while Jun stood at the board at the front of the room, pinning up photos of past paintings. Jihoon, with a new laptop, was typing away to isolate the video and the voice recording while writing a code to counter the SD card’s virus.

“Lab results are in. You’re not going to like this; the guy was in the system. Jiyong Kwon, misdemeanor for vandalism when he was a teenager. Not much of a history after that. I’ve sent you his file.”

“Thanks, Wonwoo,” Seungcheol sighed and hung up. He turned to the group of detectives occupying the room. “We have a name: Jiyong Kwon. Joshua and Jeonghan, review his file and talk to any living relatives and associates. Jun, it looks like our perp was a graffiti artist, so take a look at his art too. Jihoon, are you ready?”

The detective in question nodded and gestured for Jun to pause his work. Minghao, with his curiosity overcoming his restraint, followed the taller man and peered behind him at Jihoon’s screen. The sound of birds followed by a hoarse voice cut through the hum of the office.

“His voice sounds regretful,” Jun mused.

“Well, he did murder six women in the span of ten months,” Jihoon spat sarcastically.

“No, if he was regretful of the killings, he would’ve confessed. But he mentions his ‘mentor’ status first, so he probably feels regretful towards the mentee in some way. Perhaps the partnership fell apart? And he mentions ‘responsibility,’ like he’s been taking responsibility for his mentee’s actions—”

“So what, is the mentee the one doing the dirty work?”

“No, he would probably feel more resentment if he was taking the blame for murders. But it sounds like he’s taking credit for something—” Jun snapped his fingers and rushed to the board, pulling out his tablet in the process to look at the works which Jiyong had been arrested for. His eyes widened and he waved Seungcheol over. “These last two paintings are by a different person! There’s a precision in the brush strokes and blending not present in Kwon’s work, but you would never know if you weren’t looking for it. The writing that appears in the newest case also copies Kwon’s handwriting. This subordinate is an excellent forger.”

“Seungcheol,” Minghao called. The lieutenant turned to face the bomb specialist, surprised that the quiet young man had spoken up. “I don’t know if this is important, but I’ve been watching this video over again and at the 46 second mark, that’s not a normal starling call.” Jihoon replayed the moment over again. “That’s a crow call. Starlings are invasive and known for their mimicry—”

Jihoon shot Minghao a look while the latter shrugged in response. “What, I like birds.” Jun’s eyes widened as he ran over to his friend, grabbing his head and planting a kiss on his cheek. Minghao stared, horrified, and mumbled about workplace harassment while Jun bounced excitedly to Seungcheol.

“I can write up a preliminary profile. I won’t mess up this time.”

“Don’t blame yourself,” Seungcheol responded, patting the psychologist on the shoulder. Jun gave a wan smile and returned to his position at the board, marker poised and scrawling out messy notes.

Joshua and Jeonghan entered the small business with their badges out. The heavily tattooed man at the front spared them cursory glances and continued counting the bills from the register tray without a word of greeting. The pair put away their identification and Joshua cleared his throat. “Did a Jiyong Kim use to work here?”

The man stacked the bills back into the register and slid the tray back into the machine. “That son of a bitch finally got arrested or died, yeah?”

The two detectives exchanged glances. “Excuse me?”

“I haven’t seen that bastard for years. Just stopped showing up to work, no warning. Had to offer all his clients tattoos on the house since he was booked months in advance.”

“Do you know if he had any friends or clients who would know more about his disappearance?”

“Nah, he was a temperamental artist all right. Kept to himself. I think he always wanted to be famous, but I guess being big in the tattoo community wasn’t enough.”

A tinny ringtone echoed throughout the empty tattoo parlor. Joshua excused himself while Jeonghan nodded to the man in thanks, following his partner out and into the car.

Seungcheol’s voice came through on speakerphone. “Jun’s original profile holds for the first Starling killer. Male, fascinated with death, saw his crimes as art, but not terribly sociable or strong enough given his pattern of transients and runaways.”

“I think we can confirm that Jiyong Kwon was the guy. We unsealed his medical records and found that he was diagnosed with cancer right before the first murder happened, and his former boss said he wanted to be famous. Probably wanted to go out with a bang.”

Jeonghan followed Joshua’s soft voice with a scoff. “You know, for someone who we couldn’t catch, the motive is still so utterly boring.”

There was a pause on the other end of the line as a door slammed and footsteps shuffled. Seungcheol returned to the phone. “Well, boys, be careful what you wish for. They found another body.”

The line went dead as Jeonghan started up the unmarked black car, racing towards the address texted a few moments later.

You found yourself standing in a cemetery in Queens with your boots crunching in the melting snow. Your windbreaker did nothing to keep you warm from the winter chill as you turned to take in your surroundings: crowded rows of tombstones, bare black trees against a gray sky, cars whizzing by. The cemetery was small, entrapped by three major highways in a triangle, and you idly wondered if those who were lain to rest here expected that their eternal slumber would eventually be disturbed by the noises of city traffic.

Seungcheol’s eyes locked onto yours and he smiled warmly, causing your chest to tighten with fondness. He was holding two cups of coffee in his bare hands and held one out to you. You took the cup gratefully and held it with both of your hands while bouncing a little on your toes to keep you from shivering.

You were staring at the crime scene when a cloth suddenly draped around your shoulders. The weight of the scarf surprised you, and you turned to see Seungcheol, now with his zipper pulled all the way up, leaving your side to speak with Wonwoo.

Chuckling, you finally made your way over to the body, pulling on latex gloves after wedging the paper cup into the snow by your feet. Mingyu was already taking notes on the state of the body.

“First time in the field,” you commented. “How was the commute?”

“I only live a fifteen-minute drive away,” Mingyu shrugged. “Must’ve been terrible coming from Manhattan traffic, though.”

You nodded in agreement and smiled. “Okay, newbie, tell me what you’ve got.”

The younger doctor walked you through his findings while you confirmed them. The corpse lying in front of you was of a young man, early to mid-twenties, with numerous stab wounds to his chest and abdomen. The snow around the body had melted into a sickly mixture of slush and blood. The nearest tombstone had a canvas taped to it with another painting of a starling.

“What do you think, babe?”

From your squatted position, you reached your arm back to hit Seungcheol’s knee. He yelped while Mingyu looked between the two of you. “Wait, he’s the boyfriend?”

“So much for keeping work and personal life separate,” you said. “I would estimate time of death around a month ago. There’s a puncture wound in the neck, so probably the same mechanism of death as the previous murders. Can’t say for sure but stab wounds look post-mortem.”

“Makes sense why he wasn’t discovered until now. The cemetery’s been closed ever since the blizzard, and they only started cleaning out this sector at the beginning of the week.”

You heard the faint crunches of snow as two more people sidled up to Seungcheol, peering at the crime scene. A velvety voice teased, “How are you two lovebirds?” and stepped back just in time to dodge another one of your well-aimed punches to his kneecaps. Joshua laughed before commenting, “Looks like overkill to me. Definite rage, and aside from the starling, clearly a different person at work.”

Jeonghan quietly agreed. “Looks like our new Starling is forging their own identity.”

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chapter eighteen (bad dreams and ginger ale)

“Jesus, I can't touch my penis. Jesus, I can't see my feet. Jesus, I don't like my penis.” -”Exit Stonehenge”, Soundgarden

October 16, 1988. University District of Seattle, Washington.

It's some time after one o'clock in the morning and I haven't been able to fall asleep here on Kim's couch. I can't stop thinking about everything that's happened the past few days. Well, that and the bloody couch cushions feel like they've been beaten with a baseball bat about a hundred times over.

The pillow Kim lent me feels more concave than my own stomach. I think about the night I slept on the Greys' couch and I encountered the Man in Black the first time. I also think about their generator and I can't help but wonder exactly how far in advancement the city of Seattle prides itself upon.

I have all these pieces and somehow they all should make sense but I'm not sure as to how to piece them together. Surely, there's a way to make them fit as I close my eyes to the darkness before me.

Kim had pulled the drapes on the window to keep the neon blue light show out of his apartment. He has a bachelor pad just like what I have back home, except he has two bedrooms instead of merely one—and he told me he's seeing a lady on top of that—and his bathroom is much more spacious. That said, when I took a shower right before he and I called it a night, I spotted a pocket knife in the spot where the soap should be right next to the faucet. Since the shower door's transparent, I kept my eye on it the whole entire time I showered. It had a similar shape and look as the one I have, except this one has a little blue dot on the handle. It wasn't until I climbed out of the shower and dried off when I managed to examine it better.

The blue dot is a light, like one on a tape recorder, except I have no idea what could activate it, that is if there's a way. I set back down when I reached for the clean towel: I'd rather not invade Kim's privacy like that.

I went to bed at a little before midnight there on the lumpy couch in the front room with my feet up on the arm and the heavy horse blanket over me. It's a little tough to sleep with still wet hair, but at this point, my hair is rather trivial.

I have an uneasy feeling inside of my stomach, and I don't know if it was that linguine served to me out of the holes in the cafe table or the fact my best friend is in the hospital and I have no way of getting a hold of him or Spence. Kim has a phone but he neglected to pay his bill this past month, before they were paid for their new album, so it doesn't work. I'm also not willing to venture out in the rain to use one of the payphones on the block, that is if there are any payphones. I haven't seen one since I left Portland and New York.

I sigh through my nose as I roll over onto my side.

I think back to Marcia crying as she kissed me in the back room there. A part of me wishes I could do it again with her because she had soft lips and she is a very good looking girl. In fact, if I could lay with her here on this couch, I would do it. I'd let Dominique join in, too. And Gwendolyn and Lupe. Four girls crawling all over me!

I'd let Gwendolyn dance for me before she kisses me, then Lupe could caress me down before she serves me a little cup of coffee. Dominique can talk dirty to me, and then I go have a sweet little make out session with Marcia. All of this happening and then we have a big fat orgy together. I'm sexy: Gwendolyn even said it herself. Marcia's lips followed suit and then Dominique's hand on me. That's really all I want: to have these girls on either side of me, feeling me, kissing me, loving me.

Loving me...

I open my eyes to see the back cushion right up in my face. I can hear Kim snoring down the hall: I don't know if his lady friend is here, or if she even showed up, or if she's going to show up at all, but all I know is I'm alone again.

I'm alone again. Alone here on this couch and listening to the torrential rain outside pattering on the rooftop and on the window sill.

I roll back onto my back so I'm staring straight up at the ceiling. I have those four girls imprinted on my memory.

Marcia and her thick, full figure, made rounder from things out of her control. If only she could see her own cuteness and the fact she's lovely in her body and the fact she kissed me. I lick my lips when I think of her chest. She pressed up against me: those tits pressed up against my own chest. That soft skin close to me and those smooth lips over mine.

The lick of my lips turns into a nibble of my bottom lip when I think of Gwendolyn in all of her glitter. She danced for me on my birthday for free and I even thanked her for it. I picture her ass over me and those hips getting rounder when she puts her foot up on the arm of the chair, and the sole thing separating me from her pussy a satin pair of panties.

To lay next to Lupe in a comfy bed, especially after she takes off her shawl and her nightgown.

To hear Dominique share something she wrote with me and have her set a hand on the back of mine.

My pants are feeling tight and it's not from the fact I have an ache in my stomach or from possibly having to get up to take a piss. Why did I leave my pants on after all? I roll my head over to the drapes over the window and I think back to the night I first saw the Man in Black before me. And then it hits me.

Mrs. Snow isn't here. I don't have my dream catcher behind me so for all I know, the Man in Black could show up again. But I do know one thing is for certain and that's the fact I'm alone in this dark room away from the neon and the falling rain. It's times like this I have to say “fuck it”.

I reach underneath the blankets to the button on my jeans and undo it. Lifting up my hips, I peel them off of me and leave them straddled around my thighs. I reach down the crotch of my shorts to feel it. I think of those four girls over and over again, their faces going through my mind like a whirlwind.

I pinch my eyes shut and relax as I let my fingers do the work.

I part my lips to breathe out at the feeling.

Oh God. Fuck. I haven't done this in a while because Mrs. Snow always wants to fuck me up because of it.

I'm groping around. Poking and stroking. Making love to myself.

Never realized my back was so tight before.

I push in extra firm with my thumb and that coaxes a grunt from me.

I don't want to wake up Kim and I try to keep my moaning and groaning to myself and inside of my throat. But the thought of those four girls, those girls right around me, is only making the feeling reach a high point. I tilt my head back against the pillow and leave my mouth open but hardly any sound comes out of my throat. My chest is heaving. My thighs are writhing about underneath me.

Dominique's with Matt. Marcia, Gwendolyn, and Lupe are back in New York: the former is probably crying herself to sleep at the moment, while the latter two are probably giving some guy a lap dance right now. Four girls. Four girls I want with me but I can't touch them.

Why.

But this feeling here is good. It's rising higher and higher and I'm breathing so hard that I feel like I've been running laps around the hockey rink. It's going higher, higher... higher—oh!

Oh, shit. I need a tissue. Scratch that, I need a few tissues.

My hope now is that Kim understands it as I have one hand on my head and the other one groping around the floor for that tissue box I had spotted before he turned off the lamp. The edge of the box brushes against the side of my hand and I yank out a couple of tissues to clean up my mess while using the afterglow of the neon as my sole light.

I'm wiping down the skin and I look down at my own dick resting in my hand, illuminated by the creepy but soft blue light and resembling a ripe zucchini.

“Italian Stallion,” I whisper, recalling what Gwendolyn had said to me on that first night. I crumple up the tissues in my hand before stuffing him back into my shorts. Really, why did I keep my pants on.

I sit upright to push off my jeans and lay them over the top of the couch. Once the rush of adrenaline wanes off, Maya comes to mind. The memory of her laying on my own couch, and also the memory of her seeking out comfort in me. While Gwendolyn referred to me as sexy, Maya said I'm the most beautiful man in the world.

As I lay back down and pull the blanket over my body, I hang onto that comment. The most beautiful man in the world.

And then I think about her reaction to seeing Lars.

I also can't stop thinking about that damn scar on Maya's forehead in particular.

That scar.

That scar...

At some point, I finally nod off and I open my eyes to the sight of an old man laying on the ground with his head pressed against the wall so his neck is in an uncomfortable cricking position. I kneel down next to him to see if he's awake, or alive. I reach out to touch him but he doesn't stir in response.

A white gloved hand grasps onto my wrist but I jerk back and clamber to my feet. I look at the woman right in the face but I know this isn't Mrs. Snow.

“Sit back down,” she commands me.

“Why?”

“Because you're a brat.”

“What did I do?”

But she doesn't answer me. Instead, she shoves me down onto the floor next to the old man. The curmudgeon from down the street from Brick emerges out of the shadows behind her with two babies in his arms.

“Jesus, dude,” I mutter aloud when I think about how many kids he has now.

“He must be that little Italian brat who thinks he's an Injun,” he remarks. That word is like fingernails on a chalkboard: I clasp my hands to my ears.

“Damn Injun!” the woman shrieks in a voice so loud it hurts my hearing.

“We oughta make your rotten carcass into a model, you damn Injun,” he sneers at me. The babies burst out laughing and that's when I try to get up to leave, but my ass is stuck to the floor. My ass is too big that it weighs me down and I can't get up. Or so I think. For all I know, there might be sticky shit all over the floor, like the sticky shit that was coming out of me not too long ago.

Their infectious laughter morphs into the roars of monsters. The old man next to me rolls over onto his side to reveal the face and the hands of the Man in Black jutting out of his back. I put my hands over the back of my head to protect me, but it's useless at this point. They're going to kill me.

I jerk myself awake to find I'm back in the living room of Kim's apartment. I have no idea what the time is but it's still dark enough to warrant the neon blue lights outside a bath of glowing light over me. And my stomach still hurts me: if anything, it hurts even more than earlier.

I sit up and lay a hand over my belly to ease the pain, but sitting up only makes my head spin. Oh, God.

I want to tell Kim I don't feel good but I don't know if he has anything on hand to help me.

Careful not to make my head spin even more, I swing my legs over the edge of the couch and stand up. I'm a little dizzy as I walk down the short hall to Kim's bedroom. I push open the door only to be met with that loud snoring. I need something to settle me, though.

I lean over the silhouette of his body under the blankets and shake him.

“Hm?”

“Kim?”

“Hm, wha? Oh, hey Joe. What're you—”

“You got any ginger ale?” My voice breaks from keeping my mouth shut the past few hours.

“Any ginger ale?”

“Yeah.”

“I think I do. Why—what's the matter?”

“My stomach's bothering me, like the cybernetic linguine I had earlier is not sitting well.”

“Yeah, I'm pretty sure I do. It's in the fridge so it's nice and cold. Clean glasses in the cupboard—”

“Okay, thank you.”

And I'm pretty sure he dozes off once I lift up from the bed and walk back out to the hall. I'm going down the carpet in my underwear to the kitchen, something I haven't done since the summer time when Mrs. Snow faded out with the incoming sunshine. I turn on the light, which in turn makes me snap my eyes shut again. I blink several times and then I spot the fridge in front of me.

I open the door to find a six pack of ginger ales on the top shelf: I pick one out and figure it's better if I drink it right out of the can. As I pop it open, I think of when Maya cleaned my apartment for me while I was out playing hockey all day. Once the fizz hits my tongue, it hits me like lightning.

That damn rope around her ankles. The fact she's refusing to eat. The fact she's more comfortable around me than Lars. But more importantly, that damn rope tied around her ankles and the fact she was laying there in the storm drain.

Someone—

No.

“Oh, God.” My own voice echoes over the kitchen counters. But it all makes sense now that Maya would behave the way in which she has been with me.

I take another sip from the can, because this time it's extra hard on me. I turn off the light and head back to the couch. Before I lay back down, I take another large sip of it and set it down on the floor next to the tissue box. The thought of it makes me recoil.

And I don't want to believe it. But it's the only explanation.

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New Musical Express 17 February 1996

LOOK BACK IN WRANGLER

His friends said his house smelt! His dad deserted him after a caravan holiday! And nobody ever understands the dysfunctional, heart-felt lyrics of his novelty Euro-electropop. LAWRENCE, aka DENIM, has a good old whinge to TED KESSLER about life, love and the trials and tribulations involved in recording his latest offering, 'Denim On Ice'. Agony and ecstasy: DEREK RIDGERS

The happiest day of Lawrence's life was when he came home from work to find his mum had finally killed the dog. And in the same week that his dad left home! How brilliant is that?

God, did he hate that dog. They all did: his mum, his sister, the rest of the village. Even his dad might have, but he'd stopped talking to Lawrence five years earlier so he couldn't be sure. Its fair to say, though, that dog had ruined Lawrence's life.

It wasn't just the smell of the thing; although, if we have to draw up a list of the beast's faults, that'd be top. He smelt so foul that Lawrence hadn't been able to bring his mates home since the day he'd returned from school, aged seven, with a friend who'd walked into the hallway and yelled, "Phroooar! What's that stink?"

Well, you know what kids are like. That was it. He'd have to do the visiting now. Everyone In the village thought he lived in a slum anyway. He wasn't going to let on that it ponged of a vicious dog that behaved like a mad pig.

So, when his mum woke to find his dad had left in the night, She decided to have the dog put down. Lawrence thought it was the coolest thing she'd ever done. He'd lost faith in her long ago when her response to his musical ambitions was, "People like us don't join groups", but, for a moment there, he'd seen a glimmer ...

When he moved away from Water Orton to live the life of an artist in the dull lights of Birmingham he cut all links to his mum. But killing that dog, man, killing that dog was very cool. Your dad splits but he leaves his dog so your mum kills his dog. Hmm ... maybe Lawrence had been a little harsh on her for that comment about his career ... Maybe there hadn't been a mistake at the hospital and maybe Lawrence really was related to his mum ... Maybe not speaking to her for the past 14 years was a little extreme ...

THE RACK by the sink is filled with freshly washed '70s RAK seven-inch singles, and although there is a pint of milk and a vacuum-sealed jar of nuts in the fridge, the only real source of nourishment in this kitchen is knowledge, because all the cupboards are filled with books. The living room has an armchair, a television, a stereo and cardboard boxes filled with old music magazines and the odd bit of fan mail. In the bedroom there's a futon, a swivel-chair and a tape-player. That's it. It's an immaculate, spartan, first-floor flat in a bold blue yuppie block overlooking the Thames by Tower Bridge. Now, who could live in a place like this?

There are two likely candidates: Luke Goss, former drummer with teen sensations Bros, and Lawrence, the most singular, visionary, driven and quietly ridiculed songwriter in contemporary British pop (Jarvis Cocker, Mark E Smith and Morrissey included). Since Luke Goss moved out a couple of months ago, Lawrence (he dropped his surname because it sounded too similar to two other singers: one in a '70s moody rock combo, the other in an '80s pop group; he keeps it a secret ... but it's Hayward) is the only pop star wannabe currently left in the block.

During the '80s Lawrence toiled with Felt, his labour of love, achieving his aim to release ten wildly contrasting albums (from guitar-fed indie angst to spooky jazz instrumentals to melancholic rock) in ten years. When Felt split he made for New York and returned with a new project: Denim. The idea for Denim was to mix his memories of the '70s with modern social comment and set it in a brash electronic '90s pop context. It would sound nothing like Felt, or indeed anything.

Denim's first album, '92's 'Back In Denim', was greeted with critical acclaim (nine out of ten in the NME), vilification (promotional copies were ritually burned by the missionary-position hacks) and commercial indifference. Lawrence, who'd hoped for pop worship after a decade of intense underground reverence, blamed 'Back In Denim's moderate sales on his then parent label London Records' insistence that the album be independently distributed. Now, he admits it may have been a blessing.

"A lot of the ideas I had for that record have since been very successful for others, although if you weren't paying attention it might have not seemed that way," he says wryly, on the edge of his bed. "But having seen what's happened to Jarvis, I may have been on the wrong track thinking I'd like to be famous. I'd like to be in the charts, but I'm not likeable enough to be a pop star. My views just aren't mainstream."

Next, he set about composing an even poppier follow-up called 'Denim On Ice', but last summer, halfway through recording it, his girlfriend called a halt to their four year on/off relationship, causing Lawrence a major crisis.

"I didn't even think of it as a relationship until she ended it, but then I totally changed my mind. It had been trouble recording the album before then, because it'd become really expensive and we were on a budget, but when she left it became double-trouble. I re-wrote a load of the lyrics and had to postpone doing the vocals for months."

What has eventually emerged is a cheesy pop album which sort of fuses Ian Dury with '90s Euro pop, and sounds like nothing you've ever heard, intertwining lyrical themes as diverse as pub rock ('The Great Pub Rock Revival': Lawrence imagines it's him versus the world when the NME endorses a Pub Rock revival next year), oral sex ('Grandad's False Teeth': when Lawrence's girl goes down on him, it's like she's wearing grandad's false teeth — she says the same of him. Walthamstow Kids Choir on one chorus) and junkies ('Glue And Smack': "When I wake in the morning/I greet the day with a smile/I pump stuff into my body/Then I reel around like a child"). When first aired in the NME office, some sat in awed wonder, others tried to throw the stereo from the window.

"I'm not surprised, becaust novelty has never been hip with people who think they're involved in serious music. I love music so much, I've had to form a novelty band because rock'n'roll is dead, It's over. As a serious art form, It's finished. All your heroes have blown it. No-one liked The Beatles during punk because there was so much else, but that's what 15-year-olds are into now. Electronic music has taken over and rock'n'roll will never have that force. Lyrically it will, if only someone out there could write. Why can't I make a record like Kim Wilde's 'Kids In America', but in a hip way?

"But I'm not wasting my time, I'm trying to do something new. Novelty music with a real social and personal comment on top. It hasn't been done before. What I liked about Lou Reed and Bob Dylan were the brilliant lyrics, but after 'Desire' why didn't Dylan use synths instead of saxes and soul backing singers? He wore flares, didn't acknowledge the new wave, and that dated him. It would be easy to do more Felt stuff with traditional instruments, but where's the challenge? Why not let the kids hear something different? But I'm not copying anyone. No-one does what I do. It's lonely out there."

LAST SUMMER, prompted by that girlfriend thing and the problems that recording 'Denim On Ice' provoked, Lawrence started thinking about his folks. He thought about his mum killing the dog, about his dad leaving home and about the fact that he hadn't spoken to his mum for 14 years, or his dad for nearly 20. He was approaching his mid-30s. They could die soon. He wrote his dad a letter.

It was a long, respectful, warm letter that asked why his old man had suddenly stopped talking to Lawrence when he came back from a caravan holiday.

"He wrote back, saying, 'Don't dwell on the past, son, look to the future!' That was it. It was so cold! My sister rang me and said, 'He's so happy you wrote!' I was, like, 'You want to read what he's written!' I went to see my mum and we talked about her washing machine. The emotional things of the past 15 years had been exhausted in 45 minutes. Didn't even mention the dog.

"It just made me realise how utterly alone I am. I feel totally isolated. I don't have a social life because I've got no rapport with anyone. I never bring people back here and get off on records because nobody shares my taste. I just sit here doing ... nothing, thinking.

"But I'm not alone. There's a whole generation of lonely, disaffected people out there and if they need someone to identify with, it's me, because I don't clock off. I don't get changed at seven and go down the pub because I don't even drink. Drinking's what old men do, and I've never wanted to be one. I think you can be a kid forever, gaining wisdom along the way. Life's a good journey, though, it's the one proper journey ..."

Time for the next leg. Lawrence is off to the studio to record a B-side ("It's called 'Wendy James' and it's pro: it's the one that will finish me off for most people") before rehearsals for Denim's Pulp support slot begin. He may feel like pop's Vasco Da Gama endowed with Howard Hughes' social skills, but the next album's already planned ...

It's called 'Denim Take Over'.

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Over the past 20 years, horror fans have seen some exceptionally wonderful horror movies. We're living in a golden era of modern horror where filmmakers don't have to rely on witty supernatural villains spouting terrible one-liners while killing off their victims one by one. Now, both indie and major studios are producing memorable films that mix horror with other genres to create something unique and wonderful, like this year's Get Out, which won big at the box office.

We're taking a look at the past two decades of horror and picking out the best movie, year by year. Some years were better than others, but all of these movies should be on your watch list, especially with Halloween right around the corner.

1997: Event Horizon

1997 was not a great year for horror movies. It was a summer filled with movies like Scream 2, I Know What You Did Last Summer, The Relic, and a slew of other very forgettable films. That year, Event Horizon was released, a sci-fi/horror hybrid about the reappearance of a ship that went into a black hole. The rescue team discovers something horrifying inside. Sure, it's not an amazing movie, but it's fun, and there are plenty of memorable moments, like when one character's eyes get sewn shut.

1998: Ringu

Ringu kicked off what eventually become America's love affair with Asian horror cinema. A reporter and her ex-husband investigate a mysterious tape that reportedly kills you seven days after you watch it. The vast majority of people are much more familiar with the 2002 American remake, which had a much bigger budget, but the original Ringu is a much better horror film with some great scares, even if a couple effects sequences are dated.

1999: The Blair Witch Project

For better or worse, depending on your outlook, The Blair Witch Project started a revolution when it came to "found footage" movies. This was a new genre for horror to jump into and part of the allure was the audience wondering if what they were watching was actually real. The Blair Witch Project follows three film students that head into the Maryland wilderness to shoot a documentary about local myth the Blair Witch. Obviously, things don't go well for them.

Runners-up: The Sixth Sense and Audition

2000: American Psycho

In 2000, the world fell in love with potential sociopath Patrick Bateman, a wealthy white-collar worker during the '80s who fantasizes about murdering everyone around him while discussing Huey Lewis and the News. American Psycho isn't just a horror film; it mixes and bends genres to tell its tale. However, the amount of blood, brutality, and violence in this film makes it feel like a precursor to the modern gore sub-genre that came a few years later. American Psycho isn't just a good horror movie, it's a great movie in general.

Runner-up: Ginger Snaps

2001: The Devil's Backbone

Spanish director Guillermo del Toro is a name you're going to see a few times on this list because he is not only a fantastic director when it comes to horror, but he puts his name behind some incredibly memorable films. In The Devil's Backbone, a young boy, who lost his father in the Spanish Civil War in 1939, is forced to live in an orphanage. He never feels quite comfortable in his new surroundings as there's a groundskeeper who doesn't want him looking in a storage locker, and the building is haunted by ghosts. This is one of del Toro's most underrated films.

Runner-up: Session 9

2002: 28 Days Later

While 1985's campy Return of the Living Dead was the first time a fast zombie appeared on screen, 28 Days Later popularized the idea of fast-moving infected/undead chasing down their prey. The diseased in 28 Days Later are not traditional zombies nor are they the living dead, but Danny Boyle's frantic and intense film was terrifying and helped usher in a resurgence in zombie films and media. In 2003, the comic series The Walking Dead started and in 2004, Zack Snyder's Dawn of the Dead remake came to theaters. Fans of the genre owe a lot to Boyle's film.

Runner-up: The Ring

2003: A Tale of Two Sisters

While South Korea's A Tale of Two Sisters may not be as well-known or regarded for ushering in Asian horror renaissance like Japan's Ringu, it's a great example of Korea's style of horror filmmaking: a genre-mixing, intense process that leaves the viewers on the edge of their seats. A teenage girl returns home from a stint in a mental hospital, and is terrorized by her cruel step-mother and ghosts within the family home. A Tale of Two Sisters balances psychological horror and a mystery exceptionally well and makes that year's biggest American horror film, Freddy vs. Jason, look like child's play.

Runner-up: 2LDK

2004: Shaun of the Dead

In Shaun of the Dead, Shaun decides to try and win back his ex-girlfriend; however, the only problem is that there's a zombie apocalypse happening around them. This movie is one of the best horror/comedies of all time, thanks to the witty writing of Simon Pegg and Edgar Wright, and let's not forget how amazingly this movie is edited as well. While the focus is a bit more on Pegg's character, Shaun, and his best friend Ed, played by Nick Frost, there are a few jump scares and classic "trapped by zombies" moments that make this a legitimately great film.

Runners-up: Dawn of the Dead and Saw

2005: The Descent

If you're claustrophobic, then The Descent is a total nightmare. A group of explorers head out on an adventure to search an uncharted cave system, only to find monsters in the darkness that are hunting them all down, one by one. Aside from the scares coming from the man-eating beasts, what sets The Descent apart from other horror movies that year is the feeling of being trapped, thanks to the way it was filmed, which--believe it or not--was all in a studio outside of London, as filming in an actual cave was deemed too dangerous. The Descent is a must-watch for horror fans, and one of the better movies on this list.

2006: Pan's Labyrinth

Once again, director Guillermo del Toro makes the list. Pan's Labyrinth takes place in Spain in the mid-1940s and follows a young girl obsessed with fairy tales. One day, she finds a faun who tells her she's a princess but must complete three tasks in order to prove she's royalty. Pan's Labyrinth has a narrative setup that could easily be used for a children's film, but del Toro takes it down a dark path, setting it against a war, and creating some haunting creatures, like the one above. It's a movie that appears to be a fantasy, but upon closer inspection, is filled with unimaginable horrors.

Runner-up: The Host

2007: The Orphanage

2007 may have been one the best years for horror. It was a year that produced The Mist, 28 Weeks Later, 30 Days of Night, and 1408 to name a few, but none of those films hold a candle to The Orphanage, which was executive produced by Guillermo del Toro. In the movie, a young woman (Laura) and her husband raise their son in an old house that used to be an orphanage that Laura was raised in. Soon, her son begins talking to invisible friends and quickly disappears, so Laura enlists outside help to figure out what's going on. Obviously, the little boy in the mask is creepy, but this movie shines in its use of location, sound, and overall tone. There's a reason del Toro put his name on this movie: It's haunting.

Runners-up: Paranormal Activity and REC

2008: Let The Right One In

Sweden's romantic horror film is bizarre and haunting, and the American adaptation--Let Me In--just isn't the same. Let The Right One In follows a young bullied boy who is befriended by a strange girl, who turns out to be a vampire, of sorts. It's one of the early adopters of the the new age of horror that puts the focus on a slow-building tension that immerses the audience into the world where the real horror is rooted in realistic fears, even if said fears are coming from something supernatural. It's a film that's best enjoyed on your own, and we won't say much else about the film because there are so many twists and turns to it.

Runner-up: Quarantine

2009: Drag Me To Hell

Sam Raimi--known for the Evil Dead franchise--made a return to horror in 2009 with Drag Me To Hell. A loan officer has to evict an old woman from her home, and after doing so, finds herself cursed and on a mission to save her own soul. This movie is pure Sam Raimi, who has a knack for blurring the lines between comedy and horror at times. Are we supposed to laugh when the main character has blood/bugs/vomit/black tar dumped on her face or are we supposed to be disgusted? Sadly, Raimi doesn't direct as much anymore, but he did produce one of the best horror films in the past decade, Don't Breathe.

Runner-up: Pandorum

2010: I Saw The Devil

2010 was another great year for horror films: Tucker & Dale vs. Evil, Black Swan, Rare Exports, and The Dead were all released. However, South Korea's I Saw The Devil was easily the best horror film of the year. It brilliantly mixes the genre with a Korean favorite: the revenge film, as a serial killer murders a secret agent's fiance, and he takes vengeance into his own hands, even if it means becoming a monster himself. Where this movie truly succeeds is with the character arc of the lead, Kim Soo-hyeon, as he morphs into what he is hunting down, in a sense.

Runners-up: Let Me In and Insidious

2011: You're Next

You're Next was one of two good horror films to come out of 2011, which was a pretty bogus year. Luckily, both of those films are pretty fantastic. You're Next has a new spin on the home-invasion story. A family on an anniversary vacation find themselves being hunted down by masked killers; however, one of the hunted has a secret: they know how to fight back. This genre of horror has been overdone, but the twist gives this story some new life.

Runner-up: Grave Encounters

2012: Cabin in the Woods

Cabin in the Woods is a really weird movie, in all the right ways. It starts as a typical horror film featuring a group of attractive young adults, heading to a remote cabin, where they're hunted down by zombies. However, what sets this movie apart is the turn, which happens during the first act--and we won't spoil it in case you've never seen it. Cabin in the Woods is ingenious and actually pretty funny at times. In addition, it's the only horror movie that will have you rooting for a gross merman to kill someone.

Runners-up: Sinister and VHS

2013: The Conjuring

Ed and Lorraine Warren's alleged supernatural encounters have been made into countless movies, with the most memorable being The Amityville Horror. However, in 2013, The Conjuring came out, which recounts one of the Warren's early investigations of a Rhode Island farmhouse that is under attack by a supernatural force. It is, by far, one of the best horror films of the decade and launched a fantastic franchise as well.

Runners-up: Oculus and VHS 2

2014: The Babadook

Jennifer Kent's 2014 film, The Babadook, follows a widow trying to take care of her problematic child who thinks there is a monster in the house. The mother quickly discovers a creature called the Babadook is terrorizing the family. Much like a few other films on the list, The Babadook slowly builds tension, and while the film has a few jump scares, it doesn't rely on them to horrify the audience.

Runners-up: REC 4 and Housebound

2015: It Follows

It Follows is a great way to promote abstinence. Joking aside, the 2015 film does revolve around a curse that can only be passed on by intercourse, and that curse comes in the form of a slow-moving, supernatural being that kills you if it reaches you. The movie centers around a young woman who becomes cursed after a sexual encounter with a young man who mysteriously disappears. She and a group of friends do what they can to keep her from being reached by the creature. The story is unique and keeps the viewers on the edge of their seats for the entire film. At no point does the tension let up.

Runners-up: They Look Like People and The Visit

2016: The Witch

On this list, 2016 was the best year for horror, as you can see from the long list of runners-up below. The film that beat out everything else that year was the slow-paced movie The Witch. This movie is an extremely slow burn that follows a family in the 1600s who believe their daughter may have been influenced by witches. What makes this such a great film is the attention to detail, from the clothing to the insanely specific dialect. In addition, it has some of the best cinematography in modern horror. It is a beautiful movie with some chilling undertones.

Runners-up: Don't Breathe, Green Room, Hush, The Conjuring 2, Train to Busan, Under The Shadow, The Shallows, and The Wailing

2017: Get Out

2017 may not be over, but as of October, the best horror film of the year is Get Out. The Jordan Peele-directed film follows Chris, a young black man who is on his way to meet his white girlfriend's parents for the first time. He quickly learns that something is off about the family and everyone in the circle of friends. Get Out has such a good story that weaves mystery and thriller genres into it as the movie progresses--along with a little comedy. What makes this such a great film is that while some of the elements in the film are "out of this world," it has its rooting in reality. Not only is it a great horror film, it's one of the best films of the year.

Runners-up: Split and It

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A brief but totally fascinating story of pornography

The Company's relationship with sex is not exactly what you would call an open and healthy person. Of course, we want to, but we like to stay away. We like other people have sex to see, but sometimes do not really want to see it. Pornography is always allowed control over measure, when we see, and if we do not have sex it.

In 2009, researchers Simon Louis Lajeunesse Montreal was forced to leave their study on how pornography affects men because it could do without group control identify. That is, he is not a single man of about 20 who had not seen pornography found. So, yes, pornography is out there. Porn is very popular. And it's been that way for a long time. Willendorf's Venus is one of the first appearances of people made naked body. 4-inch statue, which was discovered on the banks of the Danube in Austria, to date more than 25,000 years. The Greeks and Romans have many descriptions of heterosexual sex, homosexual sex, oral sex, orgy, and more. And the Kamasutra, a text of the third century, still enjoys its status as the cultural cornerstone of sensual life. Translation title: "A treatise on pleasure." But perhaps the largest collection of ancient erotica left the ancient city of Pompeii. The diggers found hundreds of sexually explicit images, sculptures and frescoes on the walls of brothels, baths and common houses. Won one of the most popular products was a sculpture of God making sex Pan with a goat. If the sexual act makes people scruples caused bestiality a full-on freakout. The piece, along with hundreds of other frescoes and sculptures were exhibited at the National Archaeological Museum of Naples. But it stopped after King Francis I of Naples for a visit, he ordered the explicit material in place, which would eventually be called the Secret Museum. The artifacts remained hidden for over a century.

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The early 1900s marked the era of "macho film." These films were illegally shot, consumed and distributed and were representative of the raw porn industry, though America's growth. Deer often leave disjointed filmmakers stories and vivid descriptions of raw sexuality. Joseph Slade suggests that the "confirmed the authenticity of human sexuality." "Beloved" These films Movies that were often smuggled from street sellers often seen exclusively male during stag parties, fraternity events and other meetings. Researchers at the Kinsey Institute believe about 2,000 films from 1915-1968 were male produces. Despite the complications arising from the production and distribution of pornographic material, the material was very popular. So much so that, in 1951, the classification of X was formally presented. Two years later, Hugh Hefner, 27, founded Playboy magazine. But it still was not without incident. In 1957, Samuel Roth was sending obscene material found guilty of his bookstores in New York. Finally, the case reached the Supreme Court. In a 6-3 decision, the court ruled that "obscenity" is language is not protected, and that Congress had the material could prohibit "totally unimportant social redemption." The batch of pornography in jeopardy. Roth was arrested on a charge of obscenity several times. One such case involved the banned novel Fanny Hill. In 1966 Lasse Braun came on the scene. Brown eventually became one of the most famous names in pornography. He started quiet 8mm short underground sex movies like Golden Butterfly, Blow-Up '70 ySex on the highway. In 1968, Brown (formally known as AGF) had several criminal cases against him, as editor, producer and distributor of "obscene" or "material against common morality." (Has Denmark to legalize the first European country, all forms of pornography in 1969) Some have cited Brown as "original porn crusader" and a leader in the struggle to legalize adult material. His film company AB Beta was to produce the first unconditional colored films. Brown is also the first European film director to be included in the AVN Hall of Fame of Adult Video News. (His son was Axel Braun second). Brauns business partner Reuben Sturman, controlled things on the American front. For the most affordable films Sturman Braun started working on his show "Peep Show Booths". Designed slot machine to cinema ties in enclosed cabins. When the money is over, stop the movie. Sturman, made sure that each cabin to fit in with a box of wipes, which became known as "pay and spray booths" later. Where 60,000 cabins in the United States and Canada between 1971 and 1974, Sturman. It was around this time that pornography was finally commercially. The '70s are often referred to as the "Golden Age of Pornography," and this is partially offset by a landmark US Supreme Court ruling. For Miller Vs. California, the court decided to redefine its understanding of "obscenity." The ruling has led to a dramatic decline in obscenity trials in the country. In these years, Ron Jeremy, Nina Hartley, Peter North and other known faces of the scene occurred. In 1972, the first international adult film was released Behind the Green Door. In the same year Deep Throat Theater met with Linda Lovelace as the sexually frustrated woman who discovers that the clitoris is in the back of the throat. But as you are conventional films so popular, the audience does not have the opportunity to enjoy them in a single sexual context. This has changed with the advent of video technology. In 1976 he released JVC HCV, a format that would make "video art" a term. The analytical PornHub team found that in 1978, it had less than 1% of US home video cassettes, but "a huge 75% of VHS cassettes sold" pornographic. Did we take for granted now, but the ability to stop forward, rewind, and again the video completely changed the experience. Fans of pornography on the internet. When it comes to the pursuit of pleasure, as an experience is often better. The home video allows people to continue to take a step and record their own sexual experiences (we now know why the term "homemade" sounds so dirty). This type of entertainment would make it great in a few years. Kim Kardashian tape, released in 2007, was the most watched video of all time with over 93 million hits. 1991 blows the Web world, and changed the world of pornography forever. The first porn site until 1994. By 2012, Xvideos had become a month, with 4.4 billion page views the largest pornography site on the web. At that time ExtremeTech reported that the site was three times as big as CNN or ESPN, and twice as big as Reddit, adding "Viva Jasmin not much less is YouPorn, Tube8 and Pornhub - they are all large and very large quasi-dwarf sites All except the Google and Facebooks of the Internet. "Today is Xvideos from popular world site 43 .. Most adult entertainment companies have found a home on the Internet. But they also fan sites, streaming sites, fetish sites and more. Now that interactive platforms gain strength, porn is a new phase, and it's more accessible than ever. Of course, pornography has never without the desire to eradicate what existed. Groups like NoFap and fighting the New Drug argue that Internet pornography begins to overload our brains and that addiction is inevitable. Anti-porn activist Robert Jensen, author of Getting Off: Pornography and the End of Masculinity, makes articulate arguments that deserve our attention. Not everyone agrees. Relationships with pornography will be different. Some choose not to participate. Others do. But what we all agree on is that sex sells. Particularly nonprocreative diversity.

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