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MU$IC FAIRY || MYG

❃ Festivaled Away: Burned Memories hosted by @bangtanbathhouse

⤞ Ticket: Playlist ⤞ Main Event: Based on a Playlist ⤞ Games: fucking playlist | sensory deprivation | breath play | phone sex | oral fixation

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Thank you for completing our questionnaire. Please stay on the line and allow us to find you the perfect match…

With a few basic questions and a two minute wait, he was paired with a woman that sounds rather beautiful. He imagines that she is, at least. Well, he hopes.

He’s been chatting with her for about an half of a minute, and he’s feeling her. So he doesn’t hang up when the official timer begins.

“So umm…how confidential is this?” He can never be too careful. This could ruin his reputation if someone found out. “You said you’ve done this before, right?”

“Yeah, it’s safe, love. Trust me.”

He hopes you’re right.

“After you complete the questionnaire, they pair you with a random person who has similar preferences.”

He pushes the worrisome thoughts to the back of his mind and proceeds to pleasure himself before time is up. He’s currently living paycheck to paycheck, so fifteen minutes was all he could afford.

“Should I lead or…?”

He scoffs out a laugh. “I got it, babe. Just vibe with me.”

“Okay.” Your response is through small labored breaths. You must be broke as shit too because you aren’t wasting any time. “C-Can you put on some music or something?...I umm, can’t do it when it’s this quiet.”

He grabs his laptop and allows whatever track is next to travel through the speakers.

Fuck. He forgot about the beats he was playing for someone earlier. Hopefully, it doesn’t ruin your mood before he can change it. “Sorry,” he mutters a bit embarrassed.

“No, this is fine.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, it’s sensual,” you pant. His brows knit together in curiosity and he momentarily ceases his movements. “The bass complements your voice well, actually. Did you umm…?”

“Yeah, that’s me.”

“I like it.” The little moan behind those words has him standing at attention. In any second, he could blow his load.

“Yeah? What else do you like?...Tell me what gets your attention.”

There’s a pause. “Or would you rather me shut up?”

“The opposite. I wanna hear you…your voice. You sound hot,” you giggle and it’s one of the most soothing things he’s ever heard. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, sweetheart. You don’t sound bad either…Just hearing you laugh is making me hard.”

He hears a whimper; one of the sexiest, neediest whines to ever grace his ears. “Tell me what you just did. Don’t be shy.”

“I—”

You hesitate, so he steps in.

“Touching your pussy, huh?”

He senses through the phone how worked up he’s getting you. You’ve started panting and moaning out your words shamelessly.

“Mmhm, my clit.”

He chuckles and whispers of curses come through the phone.

“Do me a favor?” you agree and he continues. “Move a little lower and dip your fingers in your pussy. Tell me how wet it is.”

He uses his spit for lubrication and tightens his fist around his cock. He imagines it was your walls snuggled around him, pumping his length as you bounce up and down. Something inside of him believes that you’re pretty, with a nice ass too. A really nice ass, that’s what his fantasies project at least.

“Fuck. How many?” you ask him.

Damn. You’re obedient as well. That’s hot, really hot.

“As many as your pretty cunt can take.”

When he hears a muffled cry, his bottom lips tucks between his teeth while he concentrates on the squelching sounds coming through the phone. You both move in sync with the music and allow it to take away the nervous jitters the both of you had previously. His cock starts twitching in his palm when your sweet little moans move through his ears.

“How many did you use, sweetheart?”

You answer him in a high-pitched voice. You’re close too, he can hear it. Your eyes are probably screwed shut, trying to keep it together to prolong the call, but he has to go before his bill skyrockets. He needs to get you off—quickly.

“Two. Three, now. I needed more.”

“Greedy, aren’t we?”

“No…I’m just really horny.”

He has to smile at that. “Yeah? Me too. This is good, but I'd rather be balls deep in you.”

“Fuck, I’d like it.”

Sweat beads on his forehead, but he just wipes it away with the back of his hand and keeps going. The music has changed to something more upbeat and he knows this is his shot for home plate.

“Really? Is that why you’re making a mess? I can hear it, you know...you’re so fucking wet.”

“Shit, I wanna come,” your words are barely recognizable and you just keep begging him for more, “please help me.”

“Fuck, sweetheart. Take your fingers out and rub your clit. Spread that sticky shit all over it and get yourself off.”

He throws his head back and curls his toes, bracing himself for the impact of his orgasm. This has to top he sexual encounters and he’s not even touching you. It’s just something about you that’s driving him insane. He doesn’t even know your name, but he doesn’t need to, not when all that matters now is the pleasure of this experience.

“I’d lick it all up too, eat you out until you cry and forget your own fucking name. You want that, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, I wanna feel you so bad.”

“I know, baby. You’d let me take you anyway I’d like, wouldn’t you?...I could bend you over? Dick you down with your legs pinned by your head. I fuck you up, princess and you’d never want another.”

“Fuck, I’m gonna—”

Dead silence.

“Are you kidding me? Fuck!”

The phone hangs up just as you both reach your climaxes. Disappointment is thick in the air as his quick strokes gradually begin to slow. He groans and curses angrily at the loss, and grips fistfuls of his hair in frustration. Out of all the people for this to happen to; it had to be him. Just when he thought his luck couldn’t get any worse, this happens and proves that life is just out to get him.

“Something’s gotta give, man. I can’t keep living like this.”

So, he shrugs off his needs and does what he does best—work. He puts on his headphones and hopes that one of these tracks will be the one that opens the door to all of his dreams.

Two years later…

“This is your boy Jay Millz, and you're listening to Q107.9. We got my man Suga in the motherfuckin’ building. This guy has the hottest track on the radio right now, bro. He’s gonna be chilling with us for a minute while we dip into the Rush Hour Mix with DJ Reign. Suga! How you doin’, man?...”

He nods and greets the guy behind the mic. They extend their arms for a brief handshake before he continues. “What’s good? Glad to be here, man.”

Yoongi looks around the table and sighs. He’s tired of the same fucking questions.

What’s next for you? How does it feel to be the hottest rapper out right now? Will you sign with SlaughterHouse Records?

As if he’d leave a crumb behind for the tabloids to fight over. Yoongi’s been careful; really careful. He’s worked hard to maintain a decent reputation; besides a few run-ins with the law. But overall, he’s avoided anything that could damage the image he’s created for his pseudo.

Many have tried to tear him down, or trip him up. However, he knows how to handle those people, and that’s what he’s about to do when the woman across from him asks the question lingering on the tip of her tongue. He knows it’s coming; he can tell by the way her nails tap on the table. She waits for silence and then she goes for the kill.

“So…Suga, you know I have to ask.”

The other co host sighs with an exhausted eyeroll. “Bee, please don’t start.”

“I have to. The people wanna know,” she argues and Yoongi can feel his head starting to throb.

It’s bad enough that he hates these things and they cannot stop themselves from trying to dabble in his personal life.

“Anyway, are you currently dating anyone, Suga? A fan? A girlfriend?...etc?”

Yoongi looks to his left and gives her a lazy smirk, just fucking with her mind a bit before he responds.

“Nahh, I’m good. Gotta stay focused, you feel me?”

He takes a sip from his cup and savors the cold liquor before he gulps it down, watching the poor girl slump her shoulders in defeat. However, he was a fool to think this was over.

“And what about Mu$ic Fairy?” the interviewer to his right asks.

“What about her?”

He sets down his cup and turns in the man’s direction.

“She dropped a new playlist last night. I know a lot of us would have gone to see about that by now.”

Yoongi scoffs out a laugh. “Well, I’m not a lot of us, am I?”

“Damn right,” Jay chimes in from across the table. He notices Bee shaking her head in the corner and he couldn’t agree with her more. This is ridiculous.

This girl, “Mu$ic Fairy” or whatever she calls herself is nothing but a fucking distraction. No one can resist bringing her up when he’s in the room. There’s no fucking escape.

At first, it was cute. A few Spotify playlists dropped every once in a while with a rather risqué cover just to tease, but now it’s an entire movement. Some fans are even calling themselves fairies, and wearing themed attire to his performances.

He fucking hates it. The wings, the glitter, the overly sweet tones in which they speak. Of course, he appreciates his fans and they’re fun to look at, but Yoongi’s a picky guy. And if that’s the kind of girl you are, then you aren’t his type.

“I would’ve probably hit her up after she dropped the Fre@kii Ho @nthem! playlist.”

Jay bumps fists with the other guy host after he says that and they have a “same” moment.

Bee adds her input after it quiets down.

“Well, I’m going to have to agree with—”

“Do not…say her name around me,” Yoongi intervenes.

He can’t; not when he has a show tonight. Just hearing her name pisses him off.

Another reason he hates doing interviews is because someone always has to mention…

“Oh, are you talking about that podcaster?...Damn, what’s her name…”

Jay struggles to remember while snapping his fingers, so Bee attempts to help him out. However, Yoongi cuts her off before she can speak of the devil.

“Don’t you dare.”

The woman once again backs down and carries on.

“Well anyway, I agree with you know who. She makes valid points about how none of these people were after him before he started making industry music. They don’t really fuck with the real Suga.”

Yoongi only nods his head because the annoying bitch behind that podcast is right. This Mu$ic Fairy chick started showing up when he became popular and so did her followers. But that’s about one of the only things he agrees with. Everything else is out of line. This woman doesn’t know anything about him, but yet always has an input to give when it comes to his music.

One of the interviewers notices his change in demeanor and senses the hatred he has for this chick. He steps in and changes the subject quickly.

“Shit, we’re almost out of time. That’s what happens when you’re chillin’ with one of the greatest to ever do it.”

Yoongi shakes his head. “Nahh, man. Don’t put that on me yet. Give me some time.”

“Many would have to disagree with you there, bro. Matter of fact, you should ask them. Why don’t you tell the listeners where you’re gonna be tonight?”

“Yuh, tonight you can catch me at the Varsity. Tickets sold out, but yeah…fuck with me.”

The interviewers briefly share a round of applause before Jay concludes.

“Alright. You heard him. Tickets sold out, but who knows ladies…he might just take you home for the after party, right bro?”

Yoongi can only press his lips in a straight line because anyone that knows him, knows that a piece of ass is the last thing on his mind right now, but for the sake of some poor girl’s imagination…

“Yeah, we’ll see.”

And because of this, he’s probably going to have to fight his way out of the club.

The rush Yoongi gets from being on stage always lingers in his veins even after the music stops. The crowd keeps the energy going and going. They scream his name, applaud his techniques, and praise his stage presence like he’s a king. He is, in a way. Suga is the king of this city; there isn’t a guy who doesn’t want to be him or a woman who doesn’t want to fuck him.

Typically, temptation is easy to resist since his career leaves him little time for extracurricular activities. However, sometimes he just can’t allow something to slip away. Not again.

“You killed it tonight, man.”

Yoongi doesn’t even spare his manager a glance as he brushes past him. His train of vision is focused on that little black dress swaying through the crowd. If he takes his eyes off of you for a second, he knows he’ll lose you in the mass of people.

“Thanks, dude. I’ll talk to you in a bit.”

He doesn’t know what was said in response because he’s out of range within seconds. He’s a man on a mission, and he’s not even sure of why.

You’re beautiful, there’s no denying that—and sexy. But something else about you is just luring him in, and he thinks he knows why. At least, that’s his excuse for following you outside of the club.

It’s dangerous, of course, since anyone could be waiting to get him alone. But tonight he can’t let you just leave without a word. He’s done that too many times. You show up to show after show, stare him down as if he’s your last meal, then leave without even a wave or goodbye.

Yoongi’s had enough; this ends now.

“Hey!”

You immediately stop in your tracks at the sound of his voice. He wastes no time trying to eliminate the distance between you, but you dash down an adjacent alley before he can get close enough to talk to you.

He follows you, and calls out to you one more time before you halt and finally respond to him.

“Hey there.”

Your voice is so dulcet, but edgy…and familiar. Where has he heard it before?

“Looking for me?” The closer he gets the more clearer the sound becomes and eventually it clicks. He knows exactly why he knows your voice.

But you aren’t the person he thought you were, and you’re the last person he wants to see.

“You’re that podcaster, aren’t you?” Yoongi questions, approaching you carefully. At least his mind still holds the common sense to be cautious.

When you look over shoulder, it’s like his breath leaves his body. He’s seen his share of gorgeous women, but you are out of this world. There’s no way you could be her. But everything is telling him that you are.

“Depends…who wants to know?”

Yoongi doesn’t know where to look first. Your face or the body that comes along with it. “You or the bitches who want to be like me?”

The moment he’s close enough to hear the cockiness oozing from your voice, he knows it’s you without a doubt. He can feel the same aura radiating from you now that he does whenever he listens to those podcasts. You’re her; he’s a hundred percent sure of it.

“So you’re bold behind the mic, but now you’re too pussy to look at me?”

You turn around on queue, adorning a wide smirk that he’d give anything to wipe off your gorgeous face. “Better?”

Yoongi nods slowly and takes a few steps towards you. With every step he takes you move backwards, allowing him to corner you and in the dimly lit alley.

“It’s funny because with all the shit you talk on air, I didn’t take you to be a runner,” he points out.

“I don’t think you know me well enough to assume that, love.”

“But you know me well enough to critique my music?”

You hum. “I do, actually.”

“Really?” When your back nearly touches the brick wall, he leans in a little closer. You show no signs of uneasiness so he plants his palm on brick structure and hovers over your shorter frame. “What makes you believe that?”

“Because I’ve been a fan for a very long time. Ever since your underground days. You’ve never noticed me…but I was there.”

When he gives you a look, you roll your eyes. Of course, he doesn’t believe a word that pretty mouth of yours spits out.

“Your first real gig was on your birthday. You were a senior in high school and you invited your parents to the show. You looked around and when you finally saw them you smiled like a fucking dork.”

Damn. You read him like a book, but that doesn’t make up for the negativity spilled on your behalf.

“So you’ve been following me to shows so you can build up the repertoire for your little podcast? For how long?”

You shake your head in denial.

“I followed you because you’ve always been my favorite artist. I admire you, and I’ve been around since the beginning. Even when nobody was fucking with your music…your real music. The kind you’re passionate about.”

Yoongi scoffs. “Like you would know anything about that.”

“But, I do. That’s why I’m so pissed at you. All you make is industry music now, and I’m just…bored, I guess.”

You’re cute when you shrug your shoulders, but your eyes are lethal. He feels like he’s being stripped bare under your gaze. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say you were silently flirting with him, but they’d be a reach.

“So find a hobby,” he suggests.

“I did find hobbies. The podcast, the playlists, the—”

“Wait,” Yoongi’s face contorts with confusion at those words, believing that he’s misheard you, “...you said playlists. What playlists?”

Your smirk returns and Yoongi suddenly feels his cock slowly rising in his underwear. Why do the heavens place the demons in the most beautiful women; he’ll never understand.

“You know which playlists I’m talking about, love…” your hand makes a move to touch his shoulder but he grabs your arm to prevent contact, “they were made for you.”

“Made for me? What does…”

Oh, damn.

“Are you…?”

“Well, it sure isn’t the whore in there dressed like Tinkerbell. You think I’d wear that shit?” Your laugh is so intoxicating; he almost cracks a smile just standing there watching you. “I don’t need all of that to grasp your attention. I never have.”

Yoongi shakes his head. All this time you were right under his nose. Two women he could never stand to mention are placed right in front of him, hiding behind a goddess. It’s pure comedy; his reaction to the news should have him pulling away from you and heading in the opposite direction.

But can admit that he judges a book by its cover; you aren’t what he thought you were. You’re different, interesting…someone he’d actually like to have underneath him in the opportunity ever presents itself. But he’s confused…why him? Why go through all the trouble if the music is all you care about? That whole Mu$ic Fairy concept has completely fucked with his mind.

How does he go from having no interest to wanting to see what it’s all about? There has to be more to it; otherwise, it makes no sense. You two are strangers.

He shouldn’t crave the warmth beneath his palm while his hand grips your forearm, but he does. The skin to skin contact should not arouse him so easily, but there’s no denying the bulge forming in his pants. Despite all of this, Yoongi keeps his composure the best he can; you’re too cocky for him to just slip up and expose himself.

“Out of all the times to fuck with me…” he pauses when your beautiful glossed lips part to blow the strawberry bubblegum you’ve been chewing. Your tongue darts out to pop and collect the medium-sized pink bubble, and he can feel his knees buckle when you suck it back in.

He’s usually not this fond of people and gum, but the way you handle it, the way you slowly rolled it over your tongue in preparation was a fucking sinful, and he can’t get enough of watching you do it.

“Why tonight?” he asks you.

You bat your thick lashes, probably knowing good and well what you’re doing to him. He knows you’re taunting him, silently asking for him to make a move, but he won’t. You’ll have to beg him for it.

“Because…I’m horny, and I’m tired of waiting for your clueless ass to figure this out.”

Yoongi scoffs. “Bullshit.”

He looks down as your finger loops underneath one of his chains and tugs him closer, something he wouldn’t allow anyone to do, but somehow you already earned privileges. You don’t know how dangerous of a game you’re playing with him, but he silently prays you’ll get to find out. He’d give anything to bend over the hood of his car and—

“And, I think you owe me something,” you inform, placing your other hand on his shoulder once he slides his to your waist.

“What might that be, love?”

Your smirk widens as you hypnotize him with your brown orbs. He can smell your perfume and flavored gum even better from this proximity, and your scent makes him feel like he’s in some sort of blissful haze—intoxicated by the smell of you. It’s no secret that he wants you bad; he just can’t let you know that. Not until you tell him why you’re doing all of this.

“An orgasm.”

Everything grows quiet after you articulate those words. It only takes him a couple of seconds to remember, and when his mind processes it all, his brain nearly malfunctions as he tries to speak.

“You’re fucking with me,” he insists.

“You should know by now that I’m tired of the games, Yoongi.” His body shutters when you use his real name. Something he’d normally go off about, but he never wants you to stop saying it. He needs to hear you say it again; for an entirely different reason. “You can tell me to fuck off, if you want.”

He blinks a few times, not realizing he was just standing there and not saying anything.

“No, no. I’m just–wow…I never expected you to remember me.”

“Why wouldn’t I? It’s not everyday you’re matched with your favorite rapper on a sex hotline,” you wink and Yoongi’s mouth falls open.

“You knew it was me the whole time?...and you didn’t say anything?”

You nod. “Yeah, I did. Your voice, your demeanor; I knew from the start, but I played along because you obviously weren’t on the call to talk about mixtapes. I just wanted you to enjoy yourself, I guess.”

“This is fucking crazy.”

Yoongi’s speechless. That was kind, and you kept it a secret all this time. Suddenly, all of this seems kind of sexy. It’s a secret he could have been in on if only he had read between the lines. However, he knows now, and it’s still technically still a secret…if it stays between you and him.

Your lips are once again his main focus; he’s so close to living the fantasies he had of you all those nights he wondered about how you handled yourself after the phone call ended. Did you come? Or was your mood ruined like his? He sure hopes not, because you were incredible and if anyone deserved to finish, it should have been you.

He was right about you too. You are sexy, and the longer he stands here with you, the harder it is for him to hold back on his urges. But hearing your needy voice breaks him entirely.

“How much longer am I going to have to wait for it, Yoongi?”

All regards for his reputation goes out the window. He looks towards both ends of the alley before he makes his move. Anyone could be watching, but once he feels your hands sliding up his body, he decides that that is no longer his concern.

“Come here.”

Yoongi grabs you by your throat, but doesn’t squeeze or choke you. He just wants you closer, and your eyes tell him you understand where he’s going from.

“I live 20 minutes away from here, think you can wait that long?”

“Do I have a choice?” you reply and that sass is what gets him riled up.

He doesn’t think twice about kissing your pillow soft lips. He’s been staring at them, wishing he could feel them, taste them, and now he is and he already can’t get enough. The level of sweetness on his taste buds is sinful, but it’s one addiction he’d never give up.

His tongue enters your mouth without any resistance from you, and he eagerly explores its depths, getting familiar with the woman wrapped in his arms as if he has all the time in the world with you. Your moans sends vibrations through his throat when he lifts your leg, nuzzling his crotch against your heat.

Yoongi would fuck you right now while he has you pinned against this wall but that just wouldn’t satisfy his thirst for you. You’ve been teasing him for too long for him to just rush this. It took two years to lead up to this moment, a quickie would never do it any justice.

“I need you to be on your best behavior until we get to my place,” he tells you through his slightly labored breaths.

“And if I don’t?”

His features harden.

“Then you won’t get anything, now come on. Let’s dip before one of your friends sees me without security.”

Or…before he changes his mind. He’s had plenty of bad ideas, but this tops the list.

Breathtaking.

It’s the only thing you can think about as your eyes scan over the sleek hood of the Lamborghini Gallardo. The man’s got some taste, you have to admit. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be taking you to his place. You like the fact that he’s picky, but always chooses correctly.

You drink in the sight before—Yoongi standing there in his stage outfit, complimenting his car. The vehicle’s custom, all white except for the tires and the heavily tinted windows. You could only quiver at the image of him driving it, and when it actually happens, your mind and your mouth start to go in different directions.

He asks you basic questions like your name and where you’re from; you can only hope you’ve given him the correct answers because you cannot break away from the visual of him gripping the wheel with one hand while he’s laid back in his seat. His jewelry glistens and shines even in the darkness of his car, but your eyes still fight through the nearly blinding twinkle so you can watch the man behind it all.

You’ve wanted him since you first saw him. He came to a pep rally at your high school and you fell in love with his music and his sound—his voice especially. Sure he was a cutie, still is. But he had so much hunger, so much passion for music that you felt him on a spiritual level.

He did so well on his first performance, and you remember telling your friends how much you wanted to listen to his Soundcloud when the event was over. Of course, they laughed and thought he sucked because he didn’t fit their visual standards, but now…they probably wish they’d been a little more invested in him.

“Can you stop doing that and answer my question?”

There it is again. That voice. It drives you crazy; when he said hello to you on that hotline, you knew without a doubt you were talking to your favorite rapper.

“Wha–Doing what?”

“Eye fucking me and biting your lip like that. Do you want me to pull over?”

Well.

You open your mouth to speak but he interjects.

“Actually, never mind. Don’t even answer that. Certain things I don’t need in my head while I’m operating a vehicle.”

Your neck and face heat up. If only he knew that you aren’t as confident as you appear. He’s hot, but the fact that he doesn’t know it makes him hotter.

“Sorry,” you turn towards the window so you can smile. You don’t want to feed his ego. No matter how much he denies it, he’s cocky as hell. If he knows you’re gawking over him simply driving, he’ll run with it. “...What did you ask me?”

A slow exhale leaves his lips, like he’s slightly annoyed and you should be offended, but damn—it was kind of sexy.

“I just wanted to know what you do for a living. How can you afford to travel and come to shows all the time? ...I’m just curious.”

“Why? You think I’m selling my—”

“I wasn’t going to say that.”

“You were thinking it, and the answer is ‘no’. And no, I don’t have an OnlyFans either…probably should, though. I’d make bank,” you shrug.

“Look, I know you aren’t doing any of that. Honestly, you seem kind of selfish with the goods anyway, but…tell me how you keep up. That’s all I’m saying. Podcasts bring in that much money?”

“No they don’t, especially when you do them for free. I’m a writer. I write songs and I sell them to some of your favorite artists.”

Yoongi whistles. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Name a few.”

“This isn’t roll call, babe. If you wanna look up my credentials, you know my name now…Google me.”

“Oh, I will.”

“Fine,” you scoff.

When you look forward, you notice that you’re entering a gated community. Yoongi lets down his window and waves at the on-duty guard before the older man opens the automatic gate.

After driving past many luxurious homes, Yoongi pulls into a driveway and uses a clicker to open the garage door.

“We’re here,” he announces.

His home is lovely, and you’re in awe by the set up and interior design once you enter. You’re impressed, most guys don’t spend much thought on this level of organization.

Yoongi leads you up the stairs and into his bedroom. You can feel the butterflies in your stomach fluttering more and more as you get closer to the top of the stairs. Your knees buckle slightly when he opens the door, but your eyes still look in every direction once you’ve made it inside.

It’s dark, but you can still make out the colors that fill the room. Blacks and grays with white walls. His bed is draped with a dark set; you can’t help but find it inviting. And it’s huge; you imagine he must be a wild sleeper because you couldn’t imagine sleeping in a bed that large alone.

“I love your home, Suga.”

He waves his hand. “Thanks, but you don’t have to call me that. You didn’t call me that earlier.”

“I didn’t?”

“Nope.” He shakes his head and tells you that you can make yourself comfortable while he disappears into his closet. When he returns with clothes, you tilt your head with curiosity. “I’m gonna go shower, don’t get too nosey while you’re in here by yourself.”

“You’re leaving me? Why can’t I join you?”

Yoongi’s eyes widen for a second and a hand runs through his hair while he ponders over his answer. “Because umm…”

You crane your neck trying to coax an answer but he still stammers.

“It’s…you know.”

You smile. He’s kind of adorable, in a way.

“Too intimate?”

“Exactly.”

Your head lolls back while you laugh and Yoongi huffs in annoyance as he makes his way to the bathroom.

“What am I supposed to do while you’re in there?” you call out and he stops to turn around.

You watch him get ready to produce a smart remark. However, he pauses before he can get it out. He puts his clothes on the bed and walks over to the nightstand, turning on his laptop and grabbing some Bluetooth headphones from the drawer.

“Here,” he says, pairing them to his computer and then handing them to you. You take them before you look up at him, wondering where he’s going with this, but he’s quick to fill you in. “Listen to this, I won’t be long.”

Yoongi puts on some music and gives you a wink that makes your pussy clench. He leaves you sitting on his bed, headphones in hand without another word.

For the first minute you stare at the object wondering what’s being played, but your curiosity takes over quickly and before you know it, they’re coming over your ears. You don’t regret it the second you hear his voice.

The music begins to travel through the speakers, you become obsessed with it from the very first track. You love that it’s similar to his original sound, but it isn’t the same track over and over again. They’re all so different yet so him. You can hear and feel the amount of dedication and effort he put into it. Like it wasn’t done out of obligation, but because he wanted to do it for himself. You can’t help but get up and sway your hips to the music.

You feel so connected to him through his work, and that’s why you go on and on about how you wish he’d make another mixtape because this shit is fire. You wonder how long he’s been hiding it from the world.

You aren’t expecting him to be sitting on the bed when you turn around. Your hand finds your chest and you lower the volume on the headset.

“How long have you been sitting there? You fucking scared me.”

He shrugs. “Long enough to know that I want that dress off of you.”

Your startled expression turns smug. “Oh, really?”

“Hell, yeah.”

“So…you want me to take it off?” You raise an eyebrow.

“What do you think?”

“I think you’re going to have to use your words with me if you want something.”

Yoongi’s arms fold at his chest; his white tee strains against his beefiness. You remember how his clothes used to swallow him, but now he’s filling them up quite nicely, if you may. Either way, he looks good. It’s just a natural trait he possesses.

“I mean either you can take it off or you can leave. Doesn’t matter to me,” he shrugs his shoulders.

If you weren’t horny just looking at him sitting there in his boxers, you’d call his bluff. But you’ve already picked up on his stubbornness and you know better than to try him. “Fine.”

You sigh as you drag down the straps of your dress, rolling your eyes when he tells you to slow down. You flip your hair and twirl your body as you wiggle the fabric down your hips, turning around in the opposite direction to give him a peek at your derriere.

Looking over your shoulder, you notice how his face becomes etched with approval. You give yourself a silent applaud for selecting this piece. You’re sure your thong leaves nothing for his imagination. It also doesn’t help that you’re topless.

You stop torturing him and turn around so he can see the front.

“Damn,” is all he can say.

You take off your heels before walking towards him and his eyes never leave your breasts the entire journey, even once you’re standing between his legs, preparing to straddle his lap.

“I want you.” You tell him as if he doesn’t already know.

Yoongi’s hands find your waist while you place your knees on the bed. As soon as you’re on his lap, you can feel his bulge threatening to burst out of his underwear. It’d be so simple to pull your panties aside and milk him for everything he has, but not tonight. He’s the one who owes you a good fucking.

“How badly?”

His lips find your skin and make their way to your tits, making you clutch onto his damp curly strands while he sucks and tugs on your sensitive nipples. Your hands tug his hair, and you force him to look at your face.

“Yoongi. You’re either going to fuck me or I’m going to fuck you. What’s it going to be—”

He scoops you up and drops you on the mattress, making you squeak in surprise. The dark gleam in his orbs has your thighs rubbing and your fists clinging onto the comforter. He's finally had enough, and hopefully he doesn’t hold back anymore.

“You asked for this,” he warns you and you almost giggle with glee. He pulls his shirt over his head and is about to toss it somewhere, but then he changes his mind. Yoongi looks at you for a moment, contemplating before he speaks. “You trust me, right?”

“Well, I came home with you even though you hate me, didn’t I?...Why do you ask?”

“So a lot or a little?”

You groan.

He chuckles and you feel the butterflies once again. Yoongi turns the volume up on his laptop before holding up a thumb to ask if it is too loud. Honestly, you’re glad it tuned him out because though you understand that safety is first, there’s little you wouldn’t try when it comes to this man. You’ve been waiting as patiently as you could to experience this and you’re ready to get started.

You nod and his devilish smirk is the last thing you see before he throws his shirt over your head. Darkness fills your vision but it doesn’t bother you as long as his voice is filling your ears. His cold hands slide up your thighs and spread them, wasting no time in touching your slightly sodden underwear.

Gasps escape your lips when his finger presses gently on your clit, and you can only hope the sound isn’t too awkward since you cannot hear yourself.

The bed dips so you assume he’s climbing on and you release a breath when you feel his lips hovering over your body. He leaves kisses between your breasts and he doesn’t stop until your lace panties prevent him from accessing any more skin.

Yoongi quickly slides them off, leaving lying on his bed completely naked. Everything from the moment when his tongue dips into your center is one feverish bliss. Your back arches, your toes curl, and your fingers entangle in his hair. The sounds you’re making are probably feral and of an obnoxious volume but Yoongi doesn’t bother to shush you or stop his sinful movements.

He draws circles over your throbbing clit with his tongue, moving in the same motion as you do as you swivel your hips. This song has you in the mood to grind your pussy on his face, and that’s entirely his fault for coming up with such vulgar lyrics. It’s filthy and you feel the muscles in your stomach tightening by the seconds. You scream his name over and over but he just keeps going until you release the pressure built up inside of you.

The shirt is snatched off your face as you’re at your peak and what you see between your thighs only intensifies your orgasm. His face is buried in your heat, sucking your bundle of nerves into his mouth and nibbling gently while you squirm in his iron grip.

Yoongi kisses your inner thighs once you begin to calm down to help you relax. When you back slowly droop onto the bed is when he carefully removes the headphones, turning them off and then setting them on the nightstand next to his laptop.

“I would go back for seconds, but that would only make me want more,” he tells you. He opens the bottom drawer and pulls out some condoms then throws them on the bed.

“I don’t know if I’d survive that.”

“Well, you better say a prayer because we aren’t done,” he laughs and excitement bubbles inside of you.

Yoongi switches the music to something else and you can’t help but pout.

You sigh. “I pray you aren’t all talk.”

He glares at you for your comment and steps closer to the bed.

“You’re a sweet girl, but…” he flips you on your stomach and pulls you up by the waist, positioning you so that your ass and pussy are directly in his line of sight, “you need to watch how you fucking speak to me.”

A shriek leaves your lips when he slaps your ass. “Yoongi…please.”

“Please? You want me to stop?”

“No!” Your voice is high pitched and shaky, almost unrecognizable to your ears. “Don’t stop, please.”

Yoongi finds humor in your desperation. “Ask me nicely.”

“Fuck,” you whine but it’s the wrong answer. “Yoongi, please do it again.”

“No.”

Your breath hitches. “What?”

“I said no.”.

“Such a fucking asshole,” you mumble insults, thinking they’re too low for him to hear.

“What was that?”

You look behind you and notice Yoongi rolling a condom over his dick. You can’t tear your eyes away from the sight of those veiny hands stroking his cock slowly, preparing himself to dive into your wetness. You’ve always wondered what he looked like doing that, ever since that time on the phone.

“Nothing,” you lie.

He puts his knee on the bed and inches closer to you. You tease him by wiggling your ass a little but he places a hand on your hip to still you. “You know…”

You can feel his cock against your entrance and your body pushes back on him to try and get it inside of you yourself. However, your impatience makes you forget how petty the man behind you really is.

The tip slips past your folds and with the amount of arousal seeping from your opening, he’s able to slide in with ease. But it’s only a taste; the majority of his cock still remains outside of you, and quickly your frustration takes control of you.

“If you wanna meet an asshole…” he makes a loud gasp leave your lips when he, without warning, slams into your pussy in one smooth motion. You whimper; a harsh snatch of your hair makes you wince and grip the sheets. Your head is turned in an uncomfortable position, but the only thing you can focus on is the intensity of the stretch and the way his dick doesn’t leave any room to spare, “I could introduce you to one.”

Yoongi pushes your head forward and pins you to the mattress. Your teeth grit together because of your sensitivity. You could come just like this without him even moving. That’s how worked up you still are. You just need a moment to pull yourself together, but Yoongi doesn’t have the patience for that.

“Arch your fucking back.”

He pulls out but swiftly snaps back into you, causing you to let out a squeak. You try to cover your mouth but his large hand comes down on your ass before you can do so. Your moans turn into screams within minutes, increasing in volume each time Yoongi slaps your rear.

“I know you can do better than that. Straighten up before I do it for you,” he grunts through the lewd skin-slapping noises that fill the room.

You squeeze your eyes shut and arch your back like he demands. The position is only uncomfortable for a few seconds, but eventually it becomes familiar and the sensitivity ebbs away.

Yoongi lets go of your hair and starts rubbing his hands all over your ass, kneading the reddened flesh and giving it words of appreciation.

When you start to fuck him back he holds your waist and pulls you back on his cock. Your body begins to move naturally with the rhythm of the background music and he allows you to set the pace while he whispers obscene remarks.

“Look at you taking it just like a whore.”

You can feel the arousal between your thighs, dripping and making a mess of the sheets. The squelching sounds are disgusting but don’t phase you in this heated moment. You have more important things to worry about. Like how long you’ll be able to keep this up. You weren’t expecting him to have this much stamina, but you’ve learned to never judge a book by the cover.

He’s strong, the grip he has on you is evidence to that. The way he’s handling you like you’re nothing but a fuck toy he can use at his discretion has you clenching around his dick. His deep chuckle fills the room when he feels your walls tighten.

“On your next podcast, you should tell them how I fucked your brains out to your own playlist,” he comments.

Yoongi’s thrusts have your knees trembling and nearly giving out, but he’s quick to assure that you keep up. “No fucking slacking, whore. Do better or I’ll pull out and use your throat instead.”

You’re sure your ass will be sore in the morning because Yoongi cannot keep his hands off of it. He strikes you every chance he gets and the stinging sensation from his blows push you closer and closer to your peak.

“Fuck. Yoongi…please.”

Tears roll down your cheek when his cock travels deeper, touching the spot that makes you unravel at the seams. It’s all too much and you beg him to allow you to surrender to the pleasure.

“Not yet. Shit, do you have any idea how juicy your ass looks like this?”

“But I can’t,” you sob into the comforter.

A slap to your left cheek leaves you a shaky mess. However, he shows you no mercy and does the same thing to the other side.

“That’s not an option. If you come, I swear—”

“Sorry…” Your muffled cries are the last thing you can recall before your body accidentally gives in.

Your juices leak onto the bed while you hold on for dear life, afraid you’ll float away if you let go of the fabric. But just as your orgasm reaches its peak, it’s ripped away from you by one of the foulest humans on this planet.

“What the fuck did I tell you?” he growls as he drags you off the bed. Yoongi forces you to your knees, ignoring your pleas to regain what was stolen from you. He slaps your cheek a few times, snapping you back into reality and demanding your attention. “Answer me!”

“You…You told me not to come,” you hiccup.

His expression tells you how displeased he is, but it’s too bad that you don’t care. Something comes over you that has you sucking it up and wiping your tears. If he wants to play dirty, you can do it too.

“So why did you?...I never said that you could.”

You look up at him with innocent eyes. However, you have no intentions on being good anymore.

“Because it felt good and I wanted to,” you tell him and he grabs your face.

“You don’t get to decide what you want to do or what feels good. If you had the answers you wouldn’t have been begging for my dick for two years.”

Yoongi pulls off the condom and brings his cock to your mouth. You clench your fist to hold back the excitement when he tells you to open. You’ve craved the taste of him even though you’ve never had him. Your mouth waters as you wait for him to enter, and when he does, he doesn’t stop until reaches the back of your throat.

“Tap my thigh if you need air, and do not suck until I tell you to, understand?”

You mumble around him as best as you can. “Mmhm.”

Before you can prepare yourself for a pace you know will be relentless, Yoongi withdraws and slowly re-enters your crevice. Your eyes roll back from the fullness and addicting taste of him. You want more—need more to fulfill your desire.

Ignoring his instructions, you enclose your lips around him and begin to suck him in each time he tries to pull out. “Easy,” he warns but you keep going.

One of your hands comes up to fondle his balls and Yoongi’s deep moans begin to fill your ears. He throws his head back in pleasure while you give him, what you would consider, the best blowjob of his life. The sound he produces is the only music you want to hear. His voice holds so much lust and bass, arousal gushes from your cunt as a result.

“Fuck, I told you not to do that.”

You hum around him, sending vibrations up his shaft. The feeling brings him to his senses and he places both his hands on your head. You have to grab onto his thighs to keep yourself steady since he’s starting to take control. You try to maintain the suction but his wild movements make it impossible.

“You wanted to suck me off so badly. Keep it up,” he grunts, increasing his speed.

You choke on his dick and the sounds make him twitch in your mouth. Yoongi starts to intentionally go deeper, but he’s unsatisfied by the lack of space there is for him.

He pulls out of you, leaving you coughing and gasping at the sudden intake of air.

“Well, damn. Do I have to teach you how to suck dick too?”

Yoongi shakes his head as he looks down on you then uses his index and middle finger to open your mouth. He pushes the digits in and finds the back of your mouth with ease, pressing on the back of your tongue to make you open wider. “Stop being shy and open this pretty fucking mouth,” he demands, making you gag on his fingers.

Your eyes water and spit drips down your chin. You must look like a complete mess, but Yoongi cannot take his eyes off of you.

“Now show me, and I’ll give you some more.”

You’re scolded before you can even wrap your lips around his fingers.

“Stop being fucking lazy.” He gives your cheek a few more slaps before shoving his fingers deeper into your mouth.

This time you slurp and allow your saliva to coat his digits. ”Fucking, right. Now open up and milk this dick.”

Yoongi removes his fingers and replaces them with his cock. This time you just open your mouth and let him in. He uses your head like a fleshlight and drills into you at a rapid speed. You try your best to keep eye contact and breath through your nose, but then out of nowhere he buries his cock down your throat.

There’s an intense burning in your airways due to lack of oxygen but it’s nothing you can’t handle. The rush takes you so high you become slightly lightheaded, sending a tingling sensation straight to your center. Nothing but music, the sound of you choking on his dick, and his sound of pleasure can be heard and the way he calls your name sends your ego through the roof.

“Shit, I’m gonna come. Stay just like this, sweetheart.”

Within five long thrusts, his warm seed deposits on your tastebuds. You try to swallow everything but he pulls out quickly and empties the rest on your lips and chin. Your tongue tries to gather as much as you can, but some places are impossible to reach.

“Come here.” Yoongi pulls you from the floor and brings you closer, greeting you with a sloppy kiss once you’re on your feet. He laps up all the cum on your face and gathers it all on his tongue before he feeds it to you. You savor the taste of both of you as the kiss prolongs, and even after he pulls away you can’t help but remember how good he tasted.

If you had to guess which body part Yoongi favors the most, you’d say it was your lips. He can’t tear his eyes away from them. You bite them, he shudders. You lick them, his cock twitches. So you can’t control yourself when it comes to teasing him and pressing them against his soft skin.

“You must want another round if you keep that up,” he mentions as you make your way to his earlobe. You nibble on it gently before you whisper in his ear.

“I just wanna come one more time before you kick me out.”

“Who said I was kicking you out?”

“You aren’t?”

Yoongi ushers you to his bed and helps you lie down before he joins you. He hovers over you once again and his hand snakes between your thighs.

“I definitely am, but not right now. I’m not done with you,” he informs, fingers entering your heat while his thumb caresses your clit.

“Well, hurry up then.”

He frowns. “Do you ever shut up?”

“Yeah, whenever someone has the balls to make me shut up—”

“Interesting,” he states after his hand pins your neck to the mattress. “Let’s test that theory.”

Yoongi’s digits begin to move in and out of your wetness, producing more lewd noises and causing your body to shake with sensitivity.

“Yoongi.”

His name flows past your lips like water. It’s the only word you can think of at the moment. Having been worked up all this time with no relief makes you desperate to satisfy the lingering desire that’s settled in the pit of your stomach.

“Feels good, huh?”

It feels damn good. Your hips buck off the bed to match his movements so you can chase your high. “Yes…more.”

“More?”

His hand tightens its grip and restricts your air supply. He knows how close to the edge it takes you by now and he doesn’t hesitate to use it against you.

“Say please and I’ll make you come all over my fingers,” he chuckles, knowing you can’t respond like this.

You try to speak, but everything gets trapped in your throat. You can only claw at his chest, begging him to guide you to your release. He loosens his grip and through your coughs you manage to give him the answer he wants.

“Please. I can’t take it.”

Yoongi gives you a fake pout, squeezing your face between his fingers. “But you can…watch this.”

His fingers curl inside of you and you’re seeing stars. Your nails dig into his arm, body arching off the bed due to the intense wave of pleasure that hits you. You try to run, but he pins you down and forces you to accept the mind-blowing orgasm you were begging for.

“You talked a bunch of shit, now back it up, love,” Yoongi tells you while your walls clench around him. His hand covers your mouth, preventing your screams from waking up the neighbors as if it isn’t already too late for that. “Let’s see if this cunt’s worth the headache.”

The coil snaps and your body stiffens. Yoongi’s deep voice continues to degrade you as your juices squirt all over his bed. Even though you cry out from the sensitivity he fucks you until the last drop. Your body just falls on the bed once he’s done with you, and you move into a fetal position when he carefully slides out his fingers.

The aftershock of your release has you twitching, but the bliss you feel is superior. This is what it feels like to get fucked out, and you knew he would be the person to deliver. Satisfied would be an understatement because you weren’t expecting to be stuck like this after you were done. Usually, you’re able to get up and go before they can return from the bathroom, but tonight you can only lay there in silence while Yoongi cleans you up with a warm cloth.

“I didn’t break you, huh?”

“The opposite, actually,” you laugh weakly.

“Good.” He lays his body beside you and wraps his arm around your waist, enjoying the familiar beat that plays into the dark room. It’s your phone sex song; the beat he played to help you relax. “Remember this?”

“Yeah, how can I forget?”

“You keep saying that like I’m always on your mind.”

“Maybe you are,” you reply.

A soft scoff comes from behind you. “I hope you’re joking.”

“I’m not.”

There’s silence, then eventually a long sigh.

“I want you gone before I wake up, okay?”

You shake your head. Not in disbelief because it’s what you expected, but because he can’t read between the lines. But you aren’t naïve and you know when someone wants you just as bad as you want them. So for now, you’ll be patient.

“Fair enough,” you answer.

Satisfied, he rolls over and drifts off into sleep, leaving you awake to wallow in your thoughts. It seemed best to just get up and leave then, but it takes nearly an hour to regain your strength. And just when you think it’s safe for you to slip away and consider this night one of the good memories, the warmth you felt before returns and pulls you closer—it is then that your eyes become heavy and you submit to the comfort you know you aren’t supposed to have.

When Yoongi wakes up and finds a cold empty bed, he can only throw his head back in frustration. He hopes…no, he prays he didn’t say anything to make you feel like he wasn’t interested. He knows he can be a dick, but he was just pissed and horny last night. You’re not easy to handle, but he likes that about you. You aren’t afraid to put him in his place.

He rolls out of bed and the first thing he notices is that his laptop is still playing music, so he makes turning it off his first task. However, once he enters the password, he finds an opened document with a typed note in the center of the page.

If you ever think of me, just call...If you want?

Yoongi’s speechless, and out of his damn mind. That’s the only excuse he has for picking up his phone and calling the number you left at 9 am in the damn morning. The longer the phone rings, the more regret fills him. He can’t help but think you left that there to tease him for calling you so quickly. He tries to hang up but before he can remove the phone from his ear the ringing stops and your beautiful voice blesses him once again.

“Hello?”

He panics, and doesn’t respond. He searches the room frantically and finds his excuse lying on the floor right in front of him.

“Yeah, you left your earring. Looks expensive,” he murmurs before he clears his throat.

“Oh, I’m wearing both of mine now. Must be for someone else.”

Embarrassment washes over him as he stands there naked in his bedroom. How could he be so stupid? That thing’s probably months old, if not longer. He wonders if you saw it. Maybe that’s why you left.

“I’m kidding, Yoongi. If it’s a gold hoop, it’s mine,” you laugh and he feels a weight left from his shoulders.

The idea of you finding stuff that belongs to other women in his home doesn’t put a good feeling in his chest. He also doesn’t want you to think of him as someone who lets anyone in his home because he’s not that kind of guy.

“Haha, you’re so funny,” he says once your giggles cease.

“And you’re sarcastic.”

Still sharp as hell. He thinks to himself.

“Whatever.” He takes a seat on his bed and rests his back against the headboard while he checks emails on his laptop and uses small talk to melt away the awkwardness. “So…you left in a hurry, huh?”

Smooth.

“You told me you wanted me gone before you woke up, remember?”

Of course, he did. Because he’s an idiot.

“Yeah, I was just fucking with you, though. I would have given you a ride or something, you know.”

“No worries. I made it to my hotel room safely,” you assure and he releases a sigh of relief.

“Well, that’s good. Glad to hear that.”

“Mmhm, miss me already, huh?...too bad you kicked me out.”

“Honestly, I thought I was gonna wake up to some tits in my face, but that’s fair.”

There’s some shuffling in the background like you’re moving something, but he doesn’t ask any questions about it.

“Can you remember anything from last night?” you ask him after a beat of silence.

His fingers run through his hair as he thinks about all the filthy images replaying in his mind.

“Well yeah, I remember you, of course. You were fucking incredible. But everything after that moment was a blur. Please don’t tell me I did something stupid.”

“No, you’re good. I had fun.”

So did he. He wishes it’d happen again, and again. “And you’re okay too, right?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. My ass is sore and I can barely sit down, but I feel good. Thanks for that.”

Thank heavens you are. He knows how rough he was and most women aren’t into that but you took it and enjoyed it. You were fun to play with, and now his cock twitches at the thought of what your ass must look like now, covered in his marks.

“What about you?”

“I’m fine, love. Bummed about having to work, but I’m good,” he responds.

“Well, I’m glad you’re okay. And I’m sorry I kept you up when you have to work this morning.”

“Don’t apologize for that. I enjoyed your company, and…”

He almost told you that he missed you, but caught himself at the last minute.

“And what?”

“Uhh, nothing,” he gulps. “I was reading something…Forgot what I was going to say.”

“O’kay.”

Yoongi can tell by the sound of your voice that you don’t buy it.

“Yup,” is all he can say in response.

After a minute or two of both of you just holding the phone, you finally say something to keep the conversation going. “Yoongi?”

“Hm…”

“Are you busy right now or…?”

He places his laptop beside him because he can assure that whatever he has to do isn’t as important as this.

“No, what’s up?”

“Well, it’s about last night,” you admit.

Now, he’s kind of nervous. What else happened while he was in his post orgasmic bliss.

“Yeah, what about it?”

Yoongi stays on the line waiting patiently for your answer, and it’s one he doesn’t expect.

“Well, you still owe me, you know?”

Interesting.

“And what do you mean by that?” he questions.

“Well…”

Yoongi already knows where this is going and luckily he knows exactly how to handle this situation. “Not satisfied, are you, baby?”

“No, I am. But…”

He chuckles. “You want some more?”

“If it isn't too much trouble. And if you have time, of course.”

You’re as sly as a fox and you know how to get what you want. It’s hot, but he’s going to have to humble you before he does anything else.

“No trouble at all, baby. Do me a favor, and spread your legs for me.”

“Okay.”

He hears some more movement and then you return, prepared to do anything he tells you in the hopes of pleasuring yourself. You tell him once you’re ready and he provides you with more instructions, in which you follow without question.

“Now, facetime me and place the phone between your thighs so I can see your pretty pussy.”

Within a second, his phone notifies him of an incoming facetime call. He answers it and finds you sitting in your hotel room. You’re wearing a large shirt but he can still see the fresh blooms from where he took your skin between his teeth the night before creeping up your neck. He can’t stop the smirk from spreading across his face.

He curses when he sees your cunt, all glistening and wet with your juices. His mouth waters but he pushes his filthy thoughts in the back of his mind.

“This is what you’re going to do,” he starts, watching in awe as strings of arousal snap while you’re scissoring yourself in his presence, “...you’re going to imagine me fucking your brains out and you’re gonna use that image to get yourself off…without me.”

“Yoongi��”

He tsks. “I’m not your man, and making you come is not my job, baby.”

“But…”

If he gave a fuck, he’d break hearing how desperate and needy your voice sounds, but you need to understand that he isn’t going to come every time you call for him. He’s a busy man and he doesn’t need distractions.

“But nothing…Now, bye. Have fun.”

He hangs up just as you start to curse at him and yell into the phone. But he knows this isn’t over; you’re probably getting a ride over to his place right now, and that’s exactly what he wanted.

You were able to just walk out of here this morning without even waking him. That doesn’t sit right with him, and there’s only one solution for it really—

He’s just going to have to fuck you harder during round two…

And maybe, just maybe…get to know you a little bit after.

We’ll see.

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bad idea! | Jeon Jungkook (M)

ੈ✩ Festivaled Away: Daredevil Week hosted by @bangtanbathhouse

⤞ Ticket: Thrill Seeking

⤞ Main Event: A dare

⤞Games: remote vibrator, creampie, pain kink, exhibitionism.

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: smut, light humour, magical realism-ish, vampire au, s2fwb2l

Word Count: 4.8k

Rating: 18+

Warnings: mentions of death in vampire-like fashion, mentions of blood, imprinting unknowingly, alcohol consumption, language, creampie, use of plugs, remote vibrator, pain kink (biting kink, really) exhibitionism.

You try to swiftly laugh at whatever it was that your friend was saying over the loud music that envelops the whole room, the lights are dimmed enough, the flashing blue and red led lights not close to enough to make out the figure that your eyes are transfixed on watching from a distance. It is his party, after all. Jeon Jungkook stands spread along his kitchen counter, most of his body hidden by the darkness that envelops the hallway just behind him, all the more courtesy of his black attire, although you can watch entranced from time to time the way that his lip-piercing catches the light from around the place every time he presses the glass against his lips or he toys with the jewellery in a way that has you wondering if somehow his genes allow him to have better eyesight and is indeed looking right at you as you admire him from afar.

“You know, you could be way more subtle about wanting to eat that man up” you turn back to your friends, feeling how the ice in your drink settles something within you, there’s no actual reason for you to deny the claim as it comes as a secret to none that you have yourself a big enough crush on the vampiric man that has been attending your university for the last two years– a curated sort of infatuation that has everyone else poking and teasing you the longer it goes on.

Vampires weren’t such an odd topic as they once used to be– although relatively new to most. It all just seemed to fall right into place when a few too many of the mos influential families around the globe came out to advocate for such creatures after a particularly loud incident sounded off the alarms across countries. Everyone kind of rolled with it. Years of political mobilisation had ensured that they continued to be functioning parts of society– as they had proven to always have been. Yet the fear was still there. More to some than others. Creatures of the night had always roamed the highest social spheres, which left little to no room to actually encounter one that could be deemed as dangerous enough. Which is just the more reason to be mesmerised by Jeon Jungkook.

The Jeons were a fairly well known family of all-born vampires– mostly respected due to the fear of encountering such creatures, although their fear induced respect had little to do with their origins and more to do with the way they handled most of the country’s politics and economy way before they came out as such creatures. Their youngest, Jungkook, although set on breaking free from such high spheres, had proven to be quite adept on climbing high enough to be where he was in college– a promising student, astounding athlete and an even more exceptional paty thrower. As this one time he was proven to be.

“I dare you to get in Count Dracula’s pants” your– fairly drunk– friend whisper-yells into your ear.

Your gaze can’t seem to let go of Jungkook’s every move, pondering her words for a bit. Jungkook is not exactly known for his aversion to humans– yet he isn’t quite the player every other person that hasn’t quite crossed paths with the vampire make him to be. You can’t actually recall ever hearing about him casually hooking up after all the time he has been around. He seems to be private like that aside from the times he’s hosted the most grandiose parties off campus– and even then, he isn’t quite known for his welcoming aura, rather separated from the ordeal by the shadows he decides to keep himself hidden within. What the whispered voices do say and you could attest for yourself is the undubious way that being in near proximity to said man can leave your blood running cold. A testament of just how much power he holds within, it’s a predator thing– one of your few friends in common had mentioned in passing.

Whatever conversation your friends were having seems to have downed out the blurt of such a dare, at least until you feel your heart pounding against your chest as you utter your answer “...challenge accepted”

“Y/N I was just joking”

It is then that you rip your sight from the man, opting to let it linger around your group of friends, trying to somewhat appease the deafening silence your words had caused, “But wouldn’t it be amazing?”

“We have never heard of it happening– wouldn’t want you to end up in a ditch because of a drink-induced dare” Another of your friends is quick to note, drink still in hand, but all the more sobered up as she ponders the thought of it.

One of your more drunk friends is quick to find the humour within it, “I don’t think dude has gotten laid since the 1600s”

“Yeah, can vampires even get it up if- you know- they’re technically dead”

“Oh they totally can!” Hoseok– the only friend in common you have traced between Jungkook and yourself makes his way to where you guys were standing and is quick to drap himself all over your friends’ shoulders, face flushed with the drinks he’s had “What are we talking about?”

“Y/N bedding Jeon Jungkook”

That seems to do it for the smiley man, choking on his drink, sobering up in a second before a stoic demeanour takes over his face “You do know there’s a reason we haven’t heard of Jungkook’s hookups right?”

“No I don’t” blame it on the few drinks you’ve had or the way that the thought of a distant possibility of sleeping with the man had installed in your brain, it was indeed quite a feat to not hear a word about it on such a campus “But I can certainly find out”

“Y/N, Jeon Jungkook is a born predator. And one of the strongest ones out there– we’re talking top of the chain here”

“Now you guys are just trying to scare the living shit out of me” you roll your eyes, trying to ease the tensiona round you, sipping your drink once more and wishing you had just kept the acceptance of such a challenge to yourself instead of voicing it out loud “What’s so wrong about wanting to try and get dicked down by a vampire? Worst case scenario-”

“-Worst case scenario you end up sprawled open on my bed, isn’t that right, doll?” Jungkook’s voice drowns out whatever other noise. You can’t help the chill that runs down your spine as he walks past you, parting your small group of friends in order to be let through, the cold running through your veins, the way it all seems to concentrate down and have you clenching against air. You hadn’t even heard him coming– nevertheless seen him. And he’s gone just like that, black attiure blending with the rest of the surroundings. His words hanging in the air sounding like a promise to your ears.

A collective breath is let out once the vampire is out of sight and Hoseok is the first to speak after it “GOD THAT MAN MOVES LIKE THE DEAD”

“...he is dead- technically, I think”

“Shut up, look at how my hairs are standing!” he is quick to show his bare arm out for everyone to see in a quite dramatic feat, raising his glass your way “It was nice knowing you, Y/N”

Things go back to quite a normal pace even as the thought back to the dare doesn’t quite leave your mind– the way that Jungkook had approached you back then, something akin to a promise leaving the tip of his tongue, the chills that run through your whole body at the thought of him having heard all the entirety of your conversation. Of him being fully aware of your intentions. If your hand caresses your whole naked body at night as images of said man pinning you against the wall, ravishing in your taste, flood your mind, then there’s not much else to do about it. Even as you think you can watch a rather teasing smirk taking over the vampire’s features everytime you two so much as cross paths around campus, your eyes lingering on his hands and lips a beat too long as you imagine the infinite possibilities and outcomes of such an affair. Your friends would be quick to write it off as you imagining things.

You were walking down the street back to your dorm after quite a late running class. The weather had started to run on the colder side, so you can’t really blame yourself for carrying on walking down the street as if nothing was wrong. The small alleyway was sure to provide a shorter path to get to your building, even if it was poorly lit and come to think of it, wasn’t probably the greatest idea while being by yourself. You can’t help but pick out an out of the way sound surrounding you– curiosity getting the best of you as you make your way carefully towards the struggling noises seem to come from behind an adjacent street– even darker than the one you walked in.

Your heart is pounding in your chest, blood pumping into your ears and you’re certain your body had frozen if the way that your feet refuse to move even as you intentionally see yourself fleeing the scene is any indication of it. Inside said alleyway, none other than Jeon Jungkook has his face pressed neatly in the juncture between neck and shoulder of a girl you can almost swear you’d seen on campus before, her body lax against him, his eyes a crimson colour as they briefly catch yours before diving back in. It’s like time had frozen right there and then, a need to run away as fast as your feet could take you, scream at the top of your lungs– yet none of this is happening. There is, of course, no denying the way your mind also wanders off to imagine yourself in the girl’s place, the usual warmth in your lower belly present after such thoughts. After what seems like ages– which might have been closer to mere seconds, you finally move as quietly as possible down the other side of the road, intending on forgetting all about it– making do as if you hadn’t just answered your own doubts about not seeing the vampire mingle with humans ever.

“Leaving so soon, doll?” You brain can’t fathom whatever physics necessary to explain the way that you had just turned your head from watching the man feed, to having him stand tall and proud infront of you, blocking the way, velvet eyes amusedly looking into you.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about” you hang your head low, ignoring the impeding thoughts about what you had heard before about getting a glimpse of a feeding vampire– after new laws were instated, even as vampires weren’t such an off item around town, feeding was meant to be a much more intimate almost contractual thing. Even more so, almost unheard of as such creatures had access to a hundred other ways of feeding that required less of the human contact they seem to so much as despise. Legend had it, that no mere human could ever go on and about if they were to catch a glimpse of a feeding vampire. Not only had you caught a vampire feeding, but had you also recognised the human along with said vampire being none other than top of the hierarchy Jeon Jungkook. Yet you try to play it safe and ignorant for as long as you are allowed to, even as your whole body freezes as he catches your elbow when you try and move past him in a haste.

“I’m sure you know I can’t just let you walk away after what you’ve seen, darling”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, I’m just walking home after class and you bumped into me” you try your best to keep your tone steady, even as deep down you are pretty much aware that the man knows you’re bullshitting him.

“Huh. I’ll still keep my eyes on you, Y/N” Jungkook squints his eyes as a smirk draws on his handsome face “Safe way home, doll”

“Well- not that it is any news but you look like you’ve seen better days” you plop down to the place where your friends were gathered in, extra large coffee in hand as your brain still struggles to comprehend the events of last night.

Hoseok’s voice is heard a few seconds before he even appears in your line of sight “So I’ve heard…things”

“I don’t know what you’ve heard, but if it involves Jeon Jungkook and I last night, it did not happen”

One of your friends lets out a shriek that has most people around turning their heads in your direction “So do vampires really can get it up?”

“I am still not sure about the logistics of it- how does it even happen, do they use the blood they drink or-”

A deadly look their way is enough to shut them up, Hoseok’s stoic expression back as he shoos the rest of your friend group away “Listen Y/N, Jungkook is a nice guy, I love the guy to pieces but-”

“He could harm me if he wanted to, I get that Hobi, I really do”

“...I don’t think he wants to” even after having just hung around the man for a short period of time you’re able to tell he is keeping things to himself– which you can only guess makes enough sense, him and Jungkook had been friends since way before the younger joined campus. “Look Y/N, just think things over, I wouldn’t want to see you or Jungkook harmed in any way”

You can’t help but chuckle at that. The mere thought of it enough to have you cackling, worst case scenario, Jeon Jungkook ends up with his heart broken, you would lose so much more than a few emotional struggles. “I’m not even sure I’ll go through with the dare anymore”

“Good. Just take care of yourself, Y/N” Your eyes seem to gravitate towards the table that was calling Hoseok over, the head of the table– Jeon Jungkook. His eyes seem to linger on yours for a few seconds before he turns to greet his friend with a smile. Perhaps it is yourself that is making things harder than they should be.

“Jane Eyre, a classic, I’m more of a Jane Austen guy though” you feel yourself freeze at the velvety voice behind you, as he hands you the book you had previously tried to get from a top shelf– you ahdn’t even sensed him coming, although that is not much news anymore, a chill running down your spine before it settles as heat in your lower side. There’s something more than a try at being friendly in the way he seems to examine your every move– almost vigilante.

You try your best to collect yourself, clearing your throat as you settle in one of the far left couches, hidden in between the large library collection “Late night study session?”

“Late night session alright, just of more…appeasing endeavours” his words, matched with the way his eyes settle on your neck, lips, back at your eyes, smirk wide enough to show off his sharpened canines before he reaches to take your hand in his, in less than a second his lips pressed to the back of it, quickly turning it to expose your wrist, nipping lightly at the skin “I’m watching you, doll”

“Iced americano, extra large” his breath tickles your ear as his arm reaches out to place the cup in front of you, next to your open notebook. You can’t even see him– quite unnecessary, for the way that you’re growing accustomed to him showing up just like that. His lips playfully graze the back of your exposed neck, going so much as far with a nip to the sensitive skin and you can feel yourself get heated at the action “Always watching you, dearest”

The man is gone before you can even turn yourself around.

Finals week soon ends just around the corner, a playful invitation with a side of lips too close to your neck, the idea of getting bitten along with a teasing threat makes their way to you. One of the most infamous house parties of Jeon Jungkook, finals season detox party. The music is blasting through the speakers as you find yourself straying far from everyone else enjoying the various activities and alcohol selection, in search for a particular vampire around the room. You have yet to accept to yourself the way each interaction you have with the man has made it harder and harder to stay away, even so much as a glimpse of his existence as if it weighs you down, keeps your reality in check, the thrill of it, the way your body reacts on its own at having such a predator on the back of your heels at all times of the day, an addictive sort of prey dance around imminent danger.

You can swear you watch him walk down the corridor– a place that doesn’t seem to be open to the general public, not that there’s any need for it, with the way that the rest of the house is enormous and accessible to all for a good time. Your back is turned to the party, heart pounding, expectant eyes trying to find him.

“Jungkook has always liked to toy around with his food, you know” a soft gravely voice speaks from behind you, cat-like eyes string back at you as the man reclines against a countertop, dark red liquid hitting his lips from the wine glass he holds in his hand.

You pull a hand up to your heart, a friendly facade on as you expect not to get in trouble for snooping around as the man clearly seems to be one of Jungkook’s friends “Oh god, you scared me!”

“Funny, with the way you keep placing yourself like a dangling piece of meat above a famished lion”

“Yoongi hyung, stop trying to scare my guests with vampire talk, I think Hoseok hyung was looking for you” your body now truly tenses up at the voice, his hands travelling to hold you by your waist and you can’t help the million of contradicting feelings it explodes within you. The heat. The freezing touch. Your brain screaming at you to get away from his hold. Something greater begging you to stay. The man– Yoongi, simply shrugs before walking away “I keep forgetting what curious little creatures you humans are”

“I was just looking for-”

“-Me, I know, irresistable” “How fragile you humans are and so- delectable. You must have found it so hard to stay away after that night, Y/N”

“W-what?”

“The way your body falls pliant with a simple touch of mine” “The sleepless nights you’ve spent trying to reach an orgasm that doesn’t come while thinking about me” “The absolutely delicious way you smell right now, I could eat you whole, wouldn’t you love that, doll?”

He turns to look back at the party before taking your hand in his and tug you back down the corridor he had previously came out from. You can still quite distinctly hear everyone from the party as a moan makes it way past your lips once his lips connect to your jaw, if anyone were to be standing where you had previously been, you’re sure they would be able to hear you. Two of his fingers find their way into your panties, expertly parting your lips and collecting your wetness in them just to spread it over your clit, circling it a few times before he retreats them back out, digits glistening even in the dark, your knees buckling as you heard him choke back a moan as he licks them clean, not wasting another second to capture your lips in his, tasting yourself briefly before you see his eyes glistening crimson, head diving in to faintly puncture the skin there, enough for you to let out a hiss that has him chuckling.

Jungkook shuffles to get something out of his pocket, a small pill-like object that he brings to your lips, your tongue circling around the piece as you coat it with saliva, bringing a delightful look to his face as soon enough you hear the motions of the toy vibrating against his fingers, working his way to press it against your clit and you can’t help but clench around nothing, feeling yourself get wetter by the second as he settles the activated toy in place “Be a good pet and try not to get caught, if you’re as deserving as I suspect you are, we’ll have some more fun” the kiss he plants on your lips surely contradicts his actions almost giving you whiplash “Don’t let any other vampires take you from me, you know how we all can smell how heavenly wet you are, doll”

You take a few deep breaths as your body grows accustomed to the feeling of the small vibrator, collecting yourself to whatever game Jungkook was playing, unable to stray any further now that you had had a taste of it.

“Y/N! Where have you been? We’ve been looking for you” Hoseok’s voice is surely a call down to Earth– at least for the whole five seconds it lasts.

“I was just-” you bite your lips to stop the impeding whine that threatens to elave your mouth as you feel the vibrations get stronger for a fraction of a second, the man hanging off of Hoseok– cat-like eyes, Yoongi, lets out a gummy smile and a laugh even as Hoseok surely looks terrified “I’m okay”

“I’d say you’re better than just okay, Y/N”

“Oh? You’ve met each other?”

You can only hum as you feel the pressing of the vibrations take up speed only to be let go and repeat one after the other, clenching yourself to minimise the impact only has you furthering the pleasure.

Yoongi sniffs and turns to look at you with a shit eating grin “We had a talk about playing with your food”

Hoseok surely looks as confused as he could be, not be let into the joke “I’ll just pretend that wasn’t the weirdest sentence I’ve heard in a while” he takes your arm in his, dragging you to an extended version of your group of friends– people you know to be part of Jungkook’s most exclusive clique along with the devil himself resting against a wall– vigilante as ever, hand inside the pocket of his pants, amused smile on his face and all “Anyways, this is Y/N everyone”

You try your best to bow in greeting, not before sensing a spike in the vibrator enough to have you gushing, surely ruining your panties further. You can’t help but watch equal parts horrified and even more turned on as a few too many eyes flash crimson red at the same time it happens. You know how we all can smell how heavenly wet you are, doll. Jeon Jungkook better be worth all the talk.

It’s a few minutes, a lot of knee buckling and seemingly starving vampires growing feistier by the second after, that Jungkook deems reasonable to walk away, signalling you to follow him down the corridor– not once looking back to make sure you were following him.

One of his hands cup the side of your neck, pressing down nicely as soon as you both enter what must be his bedroom, his enlarged canines tracing the side of your exposed neck, nipping harder at the base, enough to have you wriggling against him– the small toy still nestled in between your legs. His hands are quick to work you out of your clothes, tossing them anywhere around the room– to which he hadn’t even bothered to close the door for. His fingers toy with your pantie-clothed pussy, ravishing in the way that they stick to your skin, heightening the efforts of the toy as he presses down harder before deeming it enough teasing and taking the toy out, replacing it with his fingers, digits curling against your walls as his palm stimulates your clit, having you somewhat ride his hand, lips finding their way down your torse until they latch to one of your nipples, sucking it, his tongue drawing circles against it before moving onto the next one. Jungkook works his way down, nibbling at the expanse of your torso, surely leaving marks in his haste until he reaches your cunt, spreading your folds open before lapping up your wetness and you can feel yourself clenching on air as his tongue circles your bundle of nerves. One of his hands travels down to tease your ring of muscle, lubed up and ready to prod at it as the other one holds you steadily up for a better access.

You feel yourself getting a familiar heat in your belly as Jungkook halts his movements, lips against your inner thigh, scraping the skin with his teeth, skin puncturing and drawing blood at the same time as you feel a lubed up toy entering your tight muscle, a few knee jerks to help settle the feeling of having something up your ass while the discomfort washes away with the feeling of Jungkook feeding from you, even the slightest bit, before his tongue travels all the way back to your neck, shuddering voice against your ear “Just relax yourself for me and enjoy the ride, doll”

Sure enough, Jungkook is quick to stroke himself once out of his pants, cock out and standing prettily against him, the tip just barely grazing your folds, collecting your juices before lining himself up against your hole, the mere entrance of his member along with the plug pressed snuggly inside, enough to have you working towards climax. His movements are languid yet deep enough to hear a crack from his bed every now and then, your hands in between his hair, pulling it nicely, toes curling against his lower back in an attempt to push him further in, keep him there for a little while longer. His thrust pick up pace as soon as you start clenching around him, eyes flashing red before he hides his face in your neck, an overwhelming sensation leaving you whimpering loudly, legs shaking as you feel him release inside you shortly after you feel the way his fangs break skin, suckling noises against you, tongue lapping the wound closed, eyes droopy even as you feel yourself coming another time as he stands back to watch your ruined self sprawled open on his bed– collecting every drop of his that threatens to leave you, pushing it all inside with softer thrusts, coming up with another plug out of thin air to keep as much of it inside.

It surely would have been of great use to find out it would take your more or less a whole twelve hours to get your mind in check as the aphrodisiac from his bite and his come leave your system. If Jungkook leaves his mysteriously stoic persona in favour of staying by your side, neither one of your friends– or his, can say it came as much of a surprise.

BONUS.

“What the actual fuck, Jungkook?” he had just casually dropped the bomb of the nature of your relationship, all while placing an extra large cup of iced americano right in front of you, citing vampire stuff along the lines of never being able to get rid of him.

“Yeah well-”

“Are you shitting me?”

He smiles that smile that has you weak to the knees, bunny teeth and all “If I had said hey so now you’re stuck with me for a lifetime because I imprinted on you you would have ran away on the spot”

“Clearly” just as you’re about to never let him hear the end of it, one of your friends starts calling you over with motions from the other side of the road, you turn to look at the time on your phone, noticing how you were already a few minutes too late for class “This conversation isn’t over yet”

He leans back to capture your lips on his with a sweet peck before you’re rushing down the path “Love you, doll”

“So I take it you’re definitely not telling her that you actually imprinted on her when you first met her and then went around like a kicked puppy trying to get her to notice you for years?” Jungkook can’t help but roll his eyes as he watches Yoongi standing idly next to the spot you had just vacated, a teasing smile on his face.

“Shut up, hyung”

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Churned | MYG

❃ Festivaled Away: Hot Boy Summer

Hosted by @bangtanbathhouse

⤞ Ticket: Traveling/Vacation ⤞ Main Event: Frostee (one night stand) ⤞ Games: Food play, temperature play

Pairing: BDE!Yoongi x fem!reader

Genre: smut; pwp; one night stand; strangers to ?; NSFW

Rating: 18+

Summary: A long weekend away with your friends turns out to be more interesting when they invite an unexpected guest.

Word count: 4,989

Warnings: sexually explicit language; grown-girl talk; cussing; food play; flirting; sexual tension; riding; clit play; nipple/breast play; dirty talk; alcohol consumption; teasing; temperature play; unprotected sex (OC is on birth control but still--be safe); multiple orgasms; cunnilingus; fingering; hyperstimulation; pet names; soft!dom Yoongi; some manhandling; ass-smacking (once); creampie; bed-sharing; hints of aftercare

A/N: Just when I thought I couldn't dig any deeper--here we are! I really, really only intended for this to be a drabble...and it's gone completely off the rails. Grammys Yoongi still has a chokehold on me. Also...I may or may not have listened to The-Dream's Falsetto on repeat while writing this. Make what you will out of that. 😜

Anyway, I'm super excited to join my first network event! Thanks to Madame Ryen @kithtaehyung for the prompts! Enjoy!

It was a long weekend and your friend Lili, along with her boyfriend Hobi, have planned a relaxing cabin getaway out of town. The cabin rental was Hobi’s friend, Namjoon’s idea. The location was tucked away up in the mountains, overlooking a lake. Namjoon said that it was a great way to recharge and reconnect with nature and he planned many group activities around that–which his fiancee, Yeona, was all-too-happy to indulge him in.

“I thought you said you were bringing Kai?”

You groaned at Lili and waved her off. “Oh, I ended that shit days ago.”

Her eyes widened comically. “And you didn’t tell me?”

You shrugged. “Eh. It wasn’t really that serious between us so I didn’t think it was a big deal.”

“I thought you said he was cute?”

“He was, but that boy couldn’t make me cum if he tried,” you say flippantly.

“Oh no,” she says gravely. “So…it didn’t get any better?”

You threw your hands up and shrugged. “Nope. I just find myself reaching for my vibrator more often than not. I thought to myself—what’s the point of having access to dick when that dick ain’t shit anyway.”

She hummed, while she organized the produce in the fridge. “True.”

“What’s worse is that he didn’t even really have that much of a personality so…I was really counting on the sex to be mind-blowing. 0 for 2 there.” You scoffed. “I mean…is it really too much to ask to get dick-whipped every now and then?”

Lili laughs heartily by the kitchen sink. "I think the term you're looking for is 'dicked-down'," she corrects.

"Whatever, Lil. The point is, I just want to be manhandled a little," you call out past your shoulder. You rounded the corner to walk back by the front door to retrieve more items that your friends have unloaded when you jump after seeing a stranger standing by the door.

“Holy shit,” you yelped in horror and threatened to throw a can of chicken broth at him.

“Woah, woah—please don’t do that,” he says in a soft voice. “I’m really sorry that I snuck up on you.”

You hung on to the can of broth. “Who are you?” You ask as you try to bring your heart rate down. “H-how long have you been standing there?”

“YN, are you okay?” Lili rushes over to you then gets a good look at the newcomer. “Oh…are you—Hobi and Joon’s friend?”

He scratches the back of his neck sheepishly. “Uh, yeah. I’m—“

“Oh, good you’ve met Yoongi!” Hobi exclaims out as he walks into the cabin unloading more groceries, followed by Namjoon and Yeona.

After formal introductions and some explanations, you finally relax and put the can down.

“Nice to meet you,” he says in a low, gentle voice. His eyes linger on you.

“Anyway, the room assignments aren’t fixed but obviously, Hobi and Lil claimed the master bedroom. Yeona and I have the loft and YN has the other bedroom that has a double bed. So your options are either the couch or hammock by the deck,” Namjoon explains.

“I’m cool with taking the couch.” You hear Yoongi say as you walk back to the pantry to put away more snacks while Yeona shows Yoongi where the extra sheets and pillows are.

******

Yeona and Lili busied themselves around the kitchen while you stuck to watching them since you were a bit of a hazard—which Yeona was completely comfortable with since Namjoon was the same way at home…and well, pretty much anywhere.

You sat on the counter snacking on a tangerine while watching your girlfriends prepare lunch. “So, how long have they known this Yoongi-guy? I’ve never heard them talk about him before.”

“Yoongi just moved to town. They were all roommates in college, lost touch for a couple years then reconnected just recently,” Yeona explains. “He works in tech, I think.”

You hummed. “He seems pretty quiet.”

Lili chuckled to herself. “Or maybe he’s just intimidated by how loud we all are”

“He’s cute though,” you said, noncommittally as you chewed on a tangerine slice.

Lili and Yeona’s heads whip around in your direction, eyeing you suspiciously.

You suddenly find yourself uncomfortably shifting. “What? I have eyes! I’m not insinuating anything.”

“Babe, insinuate all you want. I hear he’s single,” Lili says.

“…And packing,” Yeona adds.

Now it was your turn to be shocked at your friend. “Yeona! You are an engaged woman!”

She laughed. “So? I have eyes, too. Not that I’m going to do anything about it because I’m fully satisfied with Joon, if you catch my drift.”

Your giggles ring in the kitchen.

“But how can you tell?” Lili asks.

Yeona motions over to the deck where the guys are hanging out, making casual conversation when Yoongi gets up to grab a beer from the cooler.

“See how low those shorts are slung?”

Your eyes slowly drift to his waistband.

“It’s not just the drawstring and elastic holding them up,” Yeona mumbles. “I would know because,” she clears her throat, “Namjoon has the same special skill.”

You and Lili tilt your heads almost in unison and hum in appreciation. Suddenly, Yoongi glances at the window and into the kitchen and you all turn your attention elsewhere, pretending that you were doing something important.

******

After lunch, the afternoon turned to be a scorcher so you all changed into your swimsuits and made your way down to the lake to cool off.

Yoongi turned out to be a silent observer, mostly. Fully content watching the banter between you and your friends. Hobi and Namjoon would occasionally rib him from their college days and he just laughed along while trading one-liners of his own.

You were perfectly fine enjoying the afternoon and taking a dip in the lake. But thanks to Yeona’s earlier comment, you couldn’t keep your eyes from drifting down to Yoongi’s boardshorts. You were pulled away from your daydream when he randomly splashes you with water.

“You okay there?” He asks.

You freeze and panic. “Uhh—fine.” You blinked then shook your head. This wasn’t going to work. You decided to extract yourself from this potentially dangerous situation. Otherwise, this was shaping up to be an extra long weekend. “Uhm, you know, what? I’m gonna head back up to the cabin.”

“Are you okay, YN?” Hobi calls out.

“I’m fine. Just a little tired. I’ll go and relax and maybe read a book or something.”

“Want me to come with you, babe?” Lili asks.

“No, thanks. I’m fine, I swear. It’s just the heat. Don’t let me ruin your fun.”

You made your way up the wooden steps leading back to the cabin. It was still pretty humid so instead of taking a shower right away, you go into the fridge and grab a couple of ice cubes and hold them up to your neck.

You sighed, feeling the touch of coolness against your skin.

“YN?”

You gasp at the sound of his voice, turning to see Yoongi standing by the counter.

“Jesus, you’re really light on your feet,” you remarked. “Were you a cat or something in your previous life?”

He laughs. “So I’ve been told. I just wanted to make sure that you were okay. You looked a little…flustered earlier.”

Flustered was right. Flustered with the thought of Yoongi’s dickprint mocking you through those shorts.

“You’re sweet but I’m okay. You didn’t have to come all the way up here to check up on me,” you say softly.

The ice cubes continued to melt and drip down your skin.

“Hot day, huh?” He says as he takes a couple of steps towards you, brushing up his soaked hair back with his fingers.

“Yeah,” you agreed, suddenly breathless while you watched him.

“Leave it to Namjoon to find a place with no air conditioning,” he jokes.

You both laugh, breaking the tension. And then it was back again when you both fell silent. You fidgeted then moved the ice cubes to the back of your neck, where the water continued to drip down your bikini top.

“That looks refreshing. Can I try?” He motions to the ice on your neck.

You raised your eyebrows. “S-sure. Knock yourself out,” you said.

You were baffled seeing him walk up to you instead of the fridge. He was now inches away from you. You then gestured at the fridge and tell him, “There’s ice–”

“I said, I wanted to try this.” Before you could stop him, he dipped his mouth onto your neck and sucked hard.

You gasped as you felt the alternate sucking and licking patterns he did. When he squeezes your hip bone, you let out a deep, ragged moan.

But it was short-lived as you both jump and quickly separate the moment you hear Hobi’s cackles approaching the doorway.

“Hey, I thought you were gonna lie down?” Lili says.

“I was–uh–but…” You scrambled. “I…I just wanted to cool off a bit more,” you held up the ice cubes as some measly proof that you weren’t up to anything scandalous. You glanced at Yoongi whose hands rested on the counter, looking cool as a cucumber. As if he wasn’t just trying to give you a hickey seconds ago. You try to casually flip your hair to try and cover up in case he left any obvious marks.

Your friends don’t seem to suspect anything.

“Namjoonie, you think we can get the grill going?” Hobi says, breaking the tension.

Before Namjoon can answer, “Hobi–” Yeona scolds him. “Do you know who you’re talking to and what you are asking him to do?”

“I’ll do it,” Yoongi volunteers. “I think I’m cooled enough,” he says before prying his eyes away from you and walking back towards the deck to set up the grill.

Everyone else retreats to their room to get changed while you rush over to the bathroom, immediately desperate for that cold shower you had initially intended on getting.

******

After dinner, you, Namjoon, and Yeona played some board games in the dining room while Hobi, Lili, and Yoongi sat out on the deck by the firepit. It distracted you momentarily from this afternoon’s close-call. You excused yourself to grab a beer from the fridge and decide to glance out by the deck.

To your surprise, Yoongi was already looking your way. Your breath hitches and you turn away. You fumble with the kitchen drawers, trying to look for the bottle opener.

“Looking for something?” You look up to see him standing in the kitchen.

“Uh–just…looking for the bottle opener,” you smile nervously. He unnerved you–there was no question about it. And this was only the first night! You wondered how you’d be able to get through the rest of the weekend thinking about Yoongi’s possibly gifted crotch-area.

“Here, I keep one on my key ring, just in case.” He offers you his set of keys, holding up the bottle opener separately and handing it to you. You flinch when his hands touch yours during the exchange.

“Uh, thanks,” you mutter after you crack the bottle open, then quickly drop the keys into his palm before you walk away from him wordlessly, to return to your board game. You were intent on avoiding him for the rest of the night–for your sanity.

The night went on and one by one, each of your friends started to turn in.

You laid in your room, tossing and turning. It was late but you craved something. You weren’t sure whether you were thirsty or hungry, or both. You pad over to the kitchen and rummage through the snack bin. You didn’t find anything of interest.

You look into the freezer then find a pint of cookie dough ice cream. That should hit the spot, you thought. You grabbed a spoon, and dug in–not even bothering to scoop a bit into a separate bowl. You’d probably finish the whole thing in one sitting.

“Can’t sleep?”

You are startled again as you spot him leaning against the wall by the kitchen.

“Oh my god!” You said as you clutched your chest. “Stop scaring me like that!”

He chuckles. “Sorry! I can’t help how I move. Or maybe you just need to relax a little bit. You seem a bit tense.”

You swallowed hard. “It’s the heat. I can’t stand it. I just get really agitated,” You said, spooning another bite of ice cream into your mouth.

“Sorry I woke you…I forgot you were out here,” you said apologetically, suddenly remembering that he chose to sleep on the couch.

“Nah. I couldn’t sleep either. I have a weird sleep pattern.”

You nodded wordlessly.

He walks over to the counter to reach for the bottle of whiskey then searches for a lowball glass up on the cupboards. When he couldn’t find one, he settled for one of the plastic cups set out and poured himself a shot. “Want some?”

You shook your head. Whiskey wasn’t really your thing…though watching him toss it back and swallow makes you want to get into it.

“I was thinking,” he started after setting the cup back down on the counter. “Since we’re both up, maybe we could finish what we started…you know, before we got rudely interrupted.”

“What makes you think I’d want to finish it?” You’d sound more convincing if the fluttering in your belly would just quit.

He smirks, then saunters towards you. He rests his hand on your hipbone and squeezes it gently. You gasp at the contact.

“One thing you need to know about me is that…I’m very observant. I also like to pay attention.”

He was closing in on you—your lips barely touching. You were panting softly into his mouth. He decides to tease you by darting his tongue out to lick your bottom lip.

“I know you liked it when I touched you here.” He was massaging your hip now. Your hands gripped the kitchen counter, unaware how much longer you’d be able to stand upright.

“And you liked when I did this,” he dipped his head and sucked on your neck. You stifled a moan. When he pulls away, you suddenly feel bereft.

“I want to try something.” You follow his line of sight as he glances over at the pint of ice cream that you were just snacking on. His eyes are dancing with delight as you telepathically work out what he was planning to do.

“Do you—“

“Okay,” you say a little too eagerly.

His lips curve into a slow, sexy smile. “Alright then.” He grabs your spoon and dips it into the tub. He brings it to his mouth for a taste. “Mm…what flavor is this?”

You watch his tongue lick the back of the spoon. “Cookie dough,” you say softly.

“Hm.” He dips the spoon into the tub once more. “I’m more of a chocolate guy but I think I might learn to like this.”

You gasp as he lets the ice cream drip down to the swell of your breast. As the drop slides down to your skin he catches it with his mouth, suckling on the skin. You immediately feel your panties soak through the gusset.

He pulls away once more, licking his lips clean.

He motions over to the counter. “Hop on,” he commands and you do as you’re told.

He takes the pint again and tells you to scoot down to the edge of the counter. Once you do, he drops another scoop of ice cream on your thigh. You watch it slowly drip down further into your leg.

Yoongi dips his head down and you could have sworn that you heard him inhale and take in your scent before he drags his tongue from your inner to your upper thigh. You stifled a moan when he began sucking on the flesh for a few seconds.

“Y-Yoongi, wait—“ You gripped his shoulders.

“Do you want to stop?”

“No, but—“

His eyebrows knit in confusion.

“I think,” you panted, trying to get your head straight after his oral assault. “I think we should move this somewhere else? I-I just don’t want anyone to walk in on us. Maybe you’re into that but I’m not.”

“I’m good with whatever you’re comfortable with.” He gives you a small smile.

“Bedroom, then?”

“Sure.”

You hopped off the counter and started to walk back to your room when you paused then turned to him. “Bring that, will you?” You nodded at the tub of ice cream.

As soon as he shuts the door behind him and sets the ice cream down by the dresser, you turn your head and pull his mouth towards yours for a long, deep kiss. His tongue explored your mouth, licking, tasting.

You felt him backing you up until your calves hit the side of the bed before lowering you onto it. You scoot back further and he starts working on pulling your bottoms off. As soon as he pulls your top off, his mouth quickly wraps around a nipple while his other hand pinches the other.

He pulls away to retrieve the ice cream that he left on the dresser.

You leaned back, your weight balanced on your elbows. Your heartbeat quickened as you anticipated his next move. His gaze was hot, lips parted as he dropped another scoop down to your pelvis. He drags his tongue downwards, until he goes past your mound and finishes with a light flick at your folds.

You gasped audibly. When he leans back, you dip your finger into the tub and swipe it at his mouth. A low growl escapes him as you licked it off hungrily. His eyes were so completely dilated by lust, they were black.

You lifted his shirt. You pulled it up and over his head, his shoulders strain with the hard stretch of fabric. You take the ice cream from him and dip your fingers into the tub once more and drag it across your chest.

His head turned, mouth latching onto your nipple and suckling, easy, gentle tugs of suction on the sensitive point. You whimpered when his teeth caught the hardened tip, completely trapping you.

Your head bowed, eyes entranced at the sight of his hollowing cheeks. Inside the heat of his mouth, his tongue fluttered at the tip, his throat working as he swallowed. Your core tightened and pulsed, echoing the rhythmic pulls. You feel him slide two fingers in you–working and stretching you for him.

Having had enough, he takes the tub and tosses it by the nightstand haphazardly.

He slots himself between your legs and settles there for a bit, tasting, and licking you. Your back arches, lifting your hips to his mouth as he sucked and fluttered his tongue over your clit. He sits up, stopping short of your orgasm–which, surprisingly, didn’t even make you mad.

Frantically reaching between you, you untied the drawstring of his waistband and pushed the elastic down enough to free him. You gasped not just at the size but the girth. This was why you weren’t mad at him for stopping.

“What did you say you wanted earlier?”

You swallow hard as his voice brings you back to reality. “W-what?”

“Earlier, when you were in the kitchen.” He was pumping his cock slowly, stopping to squeeze the tip…teasing you while you salivated.

“I…I don’t–” you struggled to find the words.

“You wanted to get–what was it? Dick-whipped? Or dicked-down?”

Your eyes almost bulge out of your sockets as he repeated your supposedly throwaway comment from this morning–when he walked in on you and Lili in the kitchen.

“If that’s still on the table then you’re in for a real treat,” he says with a devilish lilt to his voice. You didn’t protest when he took your hand and pulled it towards him. You instinctively wrap your hands around him, fingertips tracing the thick veins coursing along his length. The tip was dripping with precum, your thumb captured it, hands gliding, spreading his slick all over him.

He pulls away and sits on the bed, urging you to climb on top of him. Once your legs settle on either side of his hips, you lift yourself slightly then align the tip to your opening. “Take it slow,” he ordered gruffly. “I want to be inside you all night and we can’t have you sore,” he says, running his hands down your arms.

That sent shivers down your spine, goosebumps covering your skin. You couldn’t take your eyes off it. “What if–what if I can’t–” you struggled to find the words. You weren’t sure if he would fit–if you could make him fit. Sensing your apprehension, Yoongi reached up with both hands, pushing the hair back from your face. “Trust me–” He kisses you. “You can,” he says confidently.

You were the one positioning him, lowering onto him, taking a moment to rub the wide head of his cock back and forth between your already dripping folds.

He groaned at the feel of your warmth, his hips lifting slightly, pushing demandingly into you. He grabbed your hips firmly, pulling you down, spreading you wide open for him.

“Fuck, Yoongi,” Your eyelids grew heavy as you sank onto him, taking him inch by inch inside of you.

He lifted you slightly. You sighed, feeling his length glide out of you until he stopped right at the tip. He held you there, hovering for a few seconds then lowered you again, making you take more of him in. The veins in his neck stood out as he strained to maintain control.

You pushed up, then slid back down. Over and over. Working him deeper each time, until your ass sat atop his thighs. He was deliciously thick and long. You whimpered as he throbbed inside you.

Tilting your head, you kissed him, savoring the slow slide of his tongue against yours.

With your hands on his shoulders, you fucked him with rhythmic pumps of your hips. He was delectable and absolutely irresistible. The feel of his cock moving inside you. That low, rumble in his chest gave away how turned on he was. A sheen of sweat coated his chest and his forehead. The way his biceps and pectorals clenched when you dropped down and his cock pushed deep. You were shamelessly needy for it and couldn’t get enough.

“Mm–so fucking good,” he growled, making your walls clench at the compliment.

He put the pad of his thumb to his lips and ran his tongue across it in a slow, sensual lick, his eyes never leaving your face. Reaching between you, he rubbed your clit in hard, quick circles. His ministrations turned out to be too much–pushing you over the edge. You felt a scream building up but you also didn’t want to wake the whole cabin. You instinctively bury your face between the crook of his neck and shoulder before you came with a cry, your cunt milking his cock in euphoric ripples.

Not even a few seconds after the contractions slow, he springs into action and flips you on to your stomach.

With one hand at the small of your back, holding you down, he cupped your wet heat and rubbed, massaging your arousal all over you. He spread it around, coating you with it. Your hips circled, seeking that perfect bit of pressure to reach another orgasm.

The pounding in your clit and the needy clenching of your empty cunt was driving you mad. He pushed two fingers into you and your nails dug into layers of sheets. He finger-fucked you leisurely, sliding lazily in and out, keeping you on the edge.

“Yoongi, please,” you sobbed, the sensitive tissues inside you rippling greedily around his digits. You were coated in sweat, barely able to breathe.

His fingers pulled free and then his cock was pushed into you. Your pussy spasmed around him, sucking him deeper. You heard his breath catch in a muffled groan.

You mewled helplessly with the pleasure of it, your entire body shaking as he fucked you thoroughly, his cock rubbing and tugging at tender, hyperstimulated nerves. The pressure built and built, brewing like a storm.

“Oh, fuck, yesss,” you gasped, stretched tightly with anticipation.

Then he pulled out at the first grip of your core and left you hanging on the precipice again. Only to slip himself all the way back in, filling you, stroking rhythmically into your trembling core.

His thighs kept yours spread wide so he could sink deep. Over and over. The tempo of his thrusts were relentless.

You let out a sudden yelp when he gives your ass a good smack. Bending over you, he gasped in your ear, “Are you dicked-down enough yet? Hm?”

You had nothing left to fight with, barely able to whimper when he reaches under and rolled an aching nipple between his fingertips and slides down to your splayed legs. His hips began to lunge, his cock pumping upward into you as he pinched and swiped at the folds around your throbbing clit before rubbing the swollen bud.

You came again with a hoarse cry of his name, the sheets and mattress muffling your screams. Your entire body convulsing as the relief exploded through you. The orgasm lasted, what felt like forever and Yoongi was tireless, extending your pleasure with the perfect thrusts you’d craved for earlier.

You collapse onto the bed, panting and soaked with sweat. He pulls out of you carefully and turns you over with your back to the mattress. You were in a complete orgasmic daze–incapable of stopping him when he pushed your thighs apart and put his mouth on you. He tongued and suckled on your clit until you came again. And again.

Your back arched with each orgasm, your breath draining from your lungs. You lost track of how many times you climaxed after they began rolling into each other, cresting and waning like the tide.

Climbing over you with one knee on the mattress and the other leg extended to the floor, he pushes himself into you one more time. You shoved at him, “Wait–I don’t know if I can take any more…”

“I know, baby.” He slid into you, his eyes on your face as he pushed carefully through swollen tissues. “I’ll go slow,” He says soothingly.

Somehow, it occurred to you that he hadn’t cum yet. Hypersensitivity be damned, your hips moved of their own volition and met his thrusts.

“So good…can’t stop,” he says sighs. Like clockwork, you feel another orgasm slowly building up.

“I don’t think I can pull out–you feel too fucking good,” he moans as he drags his cock in and out of your cunt.

You didn’t want him to, either. “S’okay–implant,” you managed to assure him, referring to the contraceptive implant in your arm.

He rolled his hips, stirring his cock inside you, pulling you onto him until you gasped in pain at how deep he was. Your cunt clung to the base of his length, spread wide for him. He filled you to the brim and you loved every bit of it. Throwing his head back, he gasped and jerked inside you. He spurted hotly, groaning, his hips still thrusting, staying true to what he said…that he just couldn’t stop.

******

The next morning, you awoke with the sun peeking through the blinds. You roll onto your back as your eyes adjust to the natural light that starts to fill the room. Vague memories from last night also began to flood in.

Yoongi.

“Fuck,” you sit up abruptly, suddenly aware that you were naked under the covers. The door slowly opening startles you and you instinctively pull the blankets tight around your chest. He walks in with a big, piping hot cup of coffee. You accept it and mouth your ‘thanks’ before taking a sip. You hummed in appreciation while he sat on the mattress next to you.

“Didn’t think I’d ever get enough of hearing that sound,” he says as he shyly scratches the back of his head.

You smiled as your face started to heat up. You cleared your throat. “Uhm—did you…did you sleep here? I don’t remember.” Yes, the multiple orgasms practically rendered you comatose.

“Yeah,” he says slowly. “I managed to grab a towel from the bathroom across the hall after…for you–but then after that, I, uh…didn’t think I could walk back to the couch,” he laughed nervously, “So…I just knocked out. I hope you didn’t mind.”

“No, I didn’t.” Truthfully, you didn’t remember much but you vaguely recalled a warm body next to yours. You weren’t much for cuddling but it didn’t seem to bother you.

You both chuckled awkwardly. “Anyway, I woke up before everyone else and made breakfast. Thought you’d be hungry.”

“Oh.” That was nice of him. “Y-yeah…I just–need a minute to get changed.”

“Sure. Take your time,” he says casually before leaning in, intending to give you a peck on your cheek but you suddenly turn your head and he ends up landing on your lips instead.

Okay…this, you remember. His velvet tongue slips into your mouth, stroking yours in long, languid licks. He pulls away first–and you’re both breathless. Knowing full well that you were bare under the sheets, he’s fighting every instinct in him to rip the covers off you and fuck you senseless this morning.

"So...I’ll, uh, see you in a few minutes? Namjoon says he wants everyone to go on a hike later so you might need some fuel for that.”

You made a face. You weren’t much of an outdoors-y person but you also didn’t want to be the party pooper. “I guess, yeah.”

“Or,“ his finger brushes your bare shoulder. "I can tell him that we're allergic to hikes and we can just chill in the jacuzzi out back. It’d be a shame not to put it to good use this weekend,” he says offhandedly.

You bit your lip at the sound of that.

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So The Drama (KSJ x F!Reader)

❃ Festivaled Away: Hope Fest hosted by @bangtanbathhouse

⤞ Ticket: Elegant Summer Gala

⤞Main Event: Bulletproof Vests & Holsters ( bad boys, cops/detectives)

⤞ Games: edging

pairing: Seokjin x reader genres/au/rating: fluff, angst, action, humor, smut, friends to lovers, Kim Possible!AU, 18+ summary: By day, you look like any other overworked 20-something. By night, you’re an amazing superhero who fights to save the world with your best friend. Caught between the pressures of having a love life and a plot to take over the world, will this summer be a one to remember? warnings: slow burn, PINING, pov switch, physical fights, crime fighting, alcohol, tension!!!, bi!Seokjin (implied), SHEGO, supervillain plots, Seokjin is a damsel in distress, sm*t warnings: dry humping, deep-throating, degradation, n*pple play, fingering, panty ripping, edging, cmnf, protected s*x

word count: 18.3k a/n: LOL I got impatient so please enjoy this cheese fest inspired by everyone’s favorite childhood crime fighting girlboss. This is based mostly on the second KP movie. thank you to Mars @joheunsaram for suggesting the idea of Jin Stoppable in the first place, and another thank you to Kiri @rkivian for beta’ing the first part of this. I hope you all enjoy! <3

Prologue:

The piercing screams resound in your ears, the crowd going wild, bathed in a sea of orange as the legions of devoted fans chant passionately, waiting for their favorite group to come on stage. Lightsticks flash everywhere, casting the arena in a dim but stunning glow. The enchantment of the scene transports you back to being a teenager again.

Seokjin rocks back and forth on his heels, bubbling with anticipation. “C’mon ____. Let's find our seats quickly so that the show can begin! Odeng is getting restless!"

At the sound of his name, Seokjin's sugar glider pops up from underneath his flannel, surveying the scene. While Seokjin's bright eyes twinkle with adoration, you furrow your brows in concern, staring up at him.

"You just had to bring him? What if we get caught?" The crowd's noise level only worsens, voice hoarsening whenever you try to have a normal conversation.

"Odengie would never cause trouble on purpose," Seokjin coos, stroking Odeng's head. "He's a good boy!"

You beam at his loving tone. Yup, your best friend was a total marshmallow, nothing but gooey softness packed into his tall, lean frame. He was definitely on the odd side, with his wire-rimmed glasses and penchant for dad jokes. Who would have thought that the strange kid you cornered in the sandbox in pre-K would be one of the closest people in your life? At this point, he was like family to you. And you wouldn't have it any other way.

The two of you take your seats, watching the lights dim. You hear a psst! and pivot to find Seokjin elbowing your shoulder. You look up at him quizzically, investigating the source of the interruption.

"___," he asks, genuine inquisitiveness in his voice. "This is kind of a cool dat–, I mean, outing. You used to be obsessed with DTS back in high school, remember? It was like, a dream of yours to go to a concert one day."

His face is so earnest, cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk's, and you almost forget you're two 27-year-old dorks at a boyband concert. But you were, in fact, two 27-year-old dorks at a boyband concert.

"Jinnie," you begin, squeezing his arm gently. He lowers his head to listen, gazing down straight into your eyes.

"If we're being honest, I got over DTS years ago. Like freshman year of college. But you bought the tickets and looked so excited, and I couldn't say no, now could I? I'll have fun if you're having fun."

A strange expression crosses his face briefly like he's distressed. But it's gone in a flash, replaced with the beaming smile you've come to know.

"Oh, well, it's okay!" he reassures you. "We'll have fun, no matter what. I, uh-, I gotta go to the bathroom."

"Okay. I'll watch Odengie while you're gone."

"Thanks, ____, I can always count on you."

He walks away with a wave, and you can't help but remark that his shoulders have slumped slightly, the formerly bright light in his eyes turning hollow.

A heavy sigh escapes Jin as he makes his way down to the restrooms from the arena. Another day, another failed attempt to confess his feelings for you. He'd been at it for years. There's no one else he'd make a fresh pot of jjampong for, no one else he'd use his employee discount on to stuff your face with nachos, no one else he'd torture with his dad jokes (some of them were pretty terrible, he'd admit).

The scary thing was that he couldn't pinpoint when his feelings changed from being your best friend to falling for everything about you. The two of you had grown up together but were polar opposites. You were the hard-working, smart, semi-popular one who moonlighted as an ass-kicking crime fighter, and he was your lame sidekick that wore glasses.

He paces down the hallway, lost deep in his thoughts. It didn't happen on a specific day, or during a particular moment, but over time, your smile began to seem brighter; he noticed the way your hair shimmered in the sun. He felt warm at how you threw 100% of yourself into everything, whether saving the world or taking on a case as a corporate paralegal. Girls like you didn't fall for guys like him, who worked weekends at a shitty, inauthentic Mexican restaurant because their 9-5 didn't pay the bills. Not without a miracle.

He hoped coming here tonight could have been that miracle. The two of you spent hours as teenagers jamming to DTS' songs in your room and learning every dance. Seokjin would even embarrass himself in the school hallway as he walked up to you, belting their newest single at the top of his lungs. But now it seemed like you had moved on, and he scrunches his eyes together, recalling your soft, placating smile underneath his lids.

The setting around him grows unfamiliar, and Seokjin realizes he'd gotten lost in his daze, venturing far away from the bathrooms. Maybe there was one close by. He walks over to the first industrial-looking door he sees, peeking into the room to check. A loud gasp escapes his throat, his palms become sweaty, and Seokjin thinks he might faint.

Somehow, he'd stumbled into DTS' practice room, graced with the stars' presence. He stares into the eyes of the six heartthrobs: AM, Salt, J-Nope, Chimin, W and Jaegguk. But why were they here and not on stage?

Seokjin's eyes widen when he sees the group bound with rope, constricting their arms and legs.

"Uh, dude?" AM says, his left dimple making an appearance when he frowns. "No offense, but a little help here?!"

Seokjin freezes. His favorite idols were speaking to him? He was gonna save their lives? ____ would freak out when she heard this. He'd finally be the hero she deserved.

"이 사람은 쓸모가 없습니다. 그는 여전히 그의 신발에 꼬리표를 달고 있다 (this guy is useless, he still has the tag on his shoes)", Salt quips, face scrunching in displeasure.

"I can understand Korean, you know," Seokjin retorts. "And you guys don't know about the tag?! It's hip-hop culture!"

"Aish, alright, stop being a weird trend follower and help us out," Jaegguk groans.

"I'll have you know that Kim Seokjin is a trendsetter, not a trend follower," Seokjin mumbles, searching the room for something sharp to cut their bonds.

With his back turned to the wall, he misses the shadowy visitor at the entrance. Chimin's warning cry is too late, the blindfold already over Seokjin's eyes as he flails uselessly. Well fuck, he was in a bind now.

The crowd was growing restless. The concert was supposed to start half an hour ago. Where was Seokjin? He hadn't returned from the bathroom yet.

A loud groan erupts when representatives from their record company show up on the stage, claiming unforeseen technical issues. Bullshit. They probably wanted to keep you all here so they could take your money. You hoped Seokjin hadn't blown too much of his salary on these tickets.

Your impatient sighs are interrupted by a series of short beeps coming from your purse, and you freeze. This can't be good. You slip out of the arena towards the concession stands, reaching into your bag to pull out the pager.

"Hey Won-sik, what's the sitch?" you ask, taking in his grim face. The 18-year-old super genius you'd befriended was an expert when it came to computers and gadgets. He and Seokjin loved to crack dorky jokes together, many of which flew over your head.

"It's not looking good," his voice breaks among the static. "We've got word of a new crook on the block. Deez Coups. Apparently, he's a disgruntled former k-pop trainee who didn't get into the band of his dreams, so now he's out for revenge?"

"What kind of revenge?" you scoff. You'd handled more than your fair share of butthurt boys growing up, particularly when they chose to take their negative feelings out on others.

"He's kidnapped DTS and is holding them hostage in an obscure location in the area! My sources are tracing them to a tiny room on the rafters."

"I'm on it," you declare, slipping off your oversized concert clothes to reveal your spy suit of choice - cargo pants and a black turtleneck.

"___?" Won-Sik's voice trembles, almost like he's been keeping a secret.

"What's wrong?"

“H-he took Seokjin too. He was trying to rescue them."

Your heart sinks, remembering how Seokjin had excused himself. And now he'd stumbled into trouble. Disgruntled or not, this loser would never lay a hand on your best friend. You tuck Odeng into your pocket and reach back into the purse.

Pulling out your hairbrush, you press the hidden button on the bump, recoiling as it activates, transforming into a grappling hook. You make your way back inside, keeping yourself confined to the shadows on the outskirts, before finding a good fulcrum and launching yourself up to the rafters.

"C'mon, Odengie. Time to make a scene."

"FOMO FOMO FOMO YO, FOMO FOMO YO, 탕진잼 탕진잼 탕진잼," Coups screeches at the top of his lungs, ignoring the befuddled looks from the members in front of him. The key to their cage dangles from the garishly neon-colored chain on his pants.

"Even I'm a better singer than this guy," Seokjin groans, slapping his palm onto his forehead. "I had all your singles memorized back in high school."

"Really?" J-Nope asks. "Which one was your favorite?"

"Person with Like, of course! The chartreuse concept was everything."

"Nobi!" W hisses. "Can you and this clown who joined us be serious for once? How the fuck are we gonna get out of here?"

"Oh, don't worry," Seokjin stares at his nails. "I know a girl. Hopefully, she's coming to bust us out."

"설마? 실제로 그녀가 올지 모르니? (hopefully? you don't actually know if she's coming?" Salt seethes, his skepticism evident in his tone.

"걱정하지 마십시오 (don't worry), Salt-ssi. She's my best friend; I know I can rely on her."

"You better be right," Jaegguk sighs. "And to think, all I was looking forward to today was hitting the gym after the concert."

Nearly ten more torturous minutes pass, full of Deez Coups' terrible singing, before any sign of hope. The men's eyes light up when you lower yourself into the room with your grappling hook, approaching Coups from behind.

"Now, Odeng!" you scream, jumping on his back as the two of you hurtle to the ground. Struggling to pin him under you, you exert every bit of force and determination you can muster, buying enough time for Odeng to run past you and grab the keys from the chain.

"Boo-yah!" Seokjin howls in delight. "That's my ___ and my Odengie!"

The sugar glider slips through the bars easily, jumping into Seokjin's palm, allowing him to unlock the cage from the inside.

"You actually did it!" Chimin screams with joy. "That was amazing!!"

"Law enforcement and the label executives should be on their way any second," you inform Seokjin and the band, still pinning Coups' struggling figure to the ground.

AM approaches you, looking down at his captor.

"Listen," he says to Coups. "I don't know what you were trying to prove by kidnapping us, but you'll never get the results you want this way. All of us got to where we are through hard work and determination, and I suggest you do the same instead of being a petty crook if you want to live out your dreams."

At the end of his speech, the door is blown wide open, police and the label employees flooding the room. Once they determine that no actual harm had been done to the boys, they inform them that the concert has been canceled.

The whirring of a helicopter creates a strong gale, whipping your hair around. The boys bid you their goodbyes, thanking you and Seokjin for your heroic endeavors.

"Please reach out to us anytime," AM beams. "We are indebted to you both."

"Wait!" Seokjin interrupts them as they turn. "Can I call in my favor now?"

His plain t-shirt now decorated with the ostentatious signatures of the band members, the two of you watch the helicopter fly away until it's nothing more than a speck in the distance. After the whirring dies down, Seokjin runs up to you, nearly toppling you over in a big hug.

"Thanks for coming, ___."

"You think I'd actually leave you behind, Kim? You're worth too much to me to even think about that."

A glimmer of hope settles in his chest. Maybe tonight hadn't been so bad after all.

"One flat white and an iced cappuccino, please," you tell the barista. From behind you, you hear a giggle erupt. And then another. Ugh. This was so not the drama.

Rolling your eyes, you turn, mouth gaping, when you see a gaggle of girls surrounding Seokjin, their hands all over his arms, legs, and shoulders. The tips of his ears are a distinctive red that tells you he's embarrassed but also milking the attention.

"You were so brave!" one of them giggles, her laugh sounding less bubbly and more nasally.

"Does this mean you have free DTS tickets for life? I've never been to a concert," another sighs.

"I can't believe Jaegguk called you a trendsetter! He's so hot!"

"Calm down, ladies," Seokjin says coolly, pushing his glasses onto the bridge of his nose. "We have all the time in the world."

Your shoulders tense suddenly, and you feel yourself grow flushed. Would any of them have bothered to pay attention if he hadn't rescued DTS? Probably not.

You don't even notice that you've stalked your way up to Seokjin, standing next to him. He glances up at you, eyes full of questions.

"Hey, uh, there's an urgent message from Won-sik! We've gotta run home and look at it!"

"Do we have to do it right now?" Seokjin replies through clenched teeth. "Kinda in the middle of something."

"Yup!" you grab his arm, pulling him towards you. "It can't wait. Sorry girls, maybe next time."

Waving a hasty goodbye, you drag Seokjin out with you. Your strange behavior remains an enigma to you both long after you run out of the coffee shop, hand in hand. What had that been all about?

A few weeks later….

The smell of processed cheese and refried beans hits your nostrils, making your mouth water. As much as you (and your stomach) detested Seokjin's other workplace, Nacho Loco, you couldn't deny that you were hungry. The idea of chowing down on some greasy food seemed perfect to you right now.

"Hey, let me just go take this off real quick. I already put in a ticket for us," Seokjin smiles from the counter.

He turns to his manager, asking if he could take a break now. The man looks incredibly sullen today, given the lack of rush in the restaurant, but nods yes.

"Ugh, this week has been shit," you groan as he sits to join you. "So much fucking work. It's like they have me on overtime without actually paying me overtime. I respect the hustling lifestyle, but it's just not for me."

Seokjin guffaws at your statements, sipping loudly on his Diet Coke.

"Pretty sure that's illegal," he grins. "And you're one to comment on hustle culture. I mean, it's not like you have a second job kicking crime's butt, do you?"

"Shhhh," you press a finger to his lips, giggling. "My boss doesn't need to know about that. Pretty sure he'll see that I can handle being sleep deprived and have me look at more documents."

In your time spent complaining, your order has made its way over to you. You're used to the restaurant food not looking super appetizing, but whatever monstrosity is on Seokjin's plate has you reeling.

"Kim Seokjin. What in the name of all that is good and holy is that?"

Seokjin scarfs down a bite of the concoction, beans, and cheese oozing out the sides.

"This, dear ___, is a Naco. My special creation and contribution to the menu. I'm trying to keep it a secret until I can take it mainstream, though."

"I'm sure it'll be a smash hit," you say sarcastically, stomach churning at the bag-like item. "You could use all the extra money from patenting it. As long as you let me co-sign."

"No way! You have your own hustle. By the way, I keep telling you this, but you should start accepting money for everything you do, ___. You work hard, and I never see you enjoy yourself."

There's a wistful look in his eyes, and the conversation goes silent. The fact of the matter was that it was already hard being two young, working professionals in a big city, living on your own. Constantly worrying about expenses and what the next paycheck would cover, but also trying to remain human and not become a machine.

"Yeah, I know," your voice cracks. "Part of me wants to make money. It'd sure make paying my rent easier. But the other part of me is worried."

Seokjin stills, looking up at you. It was rare for you to be so vulnerable in public places. He'd always been the one to take up that mantle: crying at movies, crying at weddings, crying during his mid-day breakdown. Seeing your eyes fill with tears, he wants to pull you into his arms and soothe all your worries, to tell you that it's all going to be okay. But he can't promise that.

"I've spent so much of my life undercover," you continue. "It makes me wonder if doing all this means that I've been missing out on other experiences. I mean, when's the last time I went out? My work even has this stupid gala thing at the end of the summer, and I don't have a dress or a date!"

Seokjin frowns, his lip trembling. He knew the burden you carried on your shoulders was enormous at times, which is why he worked hard to make you laugh, to make the lines on your forehead disappear. As trivial as it was, it was his stupid way of showing the love he had for you.

"Damn, you reserved me a ticket, right? You know I can't resist all that free wine and cheese."

You perk up, flashing the tiniest of smiles, before clapping him on the shoulder.

"Ow!"

"No, duh! You can even bring a guest if you want!"

"Aw shoot, and here I thought we were gonna go together like we did to the 5th-grade dance, Jackson Wang's middle school rager, or prom…"

You're grinning now, eyes crinkling, and Seokjin thinks he's never seen anyone prettier.

"Hey, Jin? You're a great friend, you know that, right?"

And despite his desire to become more, he's happy for now. Because you've got each other's backs.

"I know."

Monday rolls around, and Seokjin finds himself back in the office, his pressed white shirt becoming consistently itchier and suffocating with every day of the summer heat. At least it was almost time for lunch. You had an extended break today, so the two of you would be able to go to town on one of the halal carts by his building.

"Excuse me? Are you Seokjin?" A voice calls from behind him.

Turning around, Seokjin takes in the sight of the interrupter. A guy, around his age or a bit younger, looking painfully awkward. His bright eyes took in the office, taking everything in. A newbie.

"Hey, welcome to the club, dude. You're right; I am Seokjin. Seokjin is me."

The newcomer smiles at him, reaching out for a handshake.

"So nice to meet you! I'm Han, your new desk neighbor!"

He likes this kid already. It was rare for Seokjin to make new friends easily. When he wasn't with you, he’d spent time testing out new recipes, playing Maple Story, or cuddling with Odeng.

"Hey Han, nice to meet you too. Wanna join me for lunch?"

…

You approach the benches outside Seokjin's work, carrying his gyro over rice like its precious cargo. He's waiting for you like he always is. But he's not wiping sweat off his brow and scowling from the summer heat like normal. Instead, he's talking to someone you don't recognize.

"___! There you are," he exclaims. "I have someone I want you to meet."

He moves to the side, revealing his companion, and you feel your heart do a backflip. You haven't felt like this since your tenth-grade crush on Park Jinyoung, the football quarterback. He's cute. Really cute.

"Hi, I'm Han," he reaches his hand out for you to shake.

"I'm ___," you say with a blush, accepting his hands. Seokjin's eyes narrow when he watches you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. That was your patented crush move. No way, you were crushing on his new co-worker!

"Tell me more about yourself, ____," Han says. And from there, you spend the whole lunch break talking and sharing details about your lives, utterly oblivious to the world around you, failing to notice when Seokjin gets up and dumps his styrofoam box in the trash, leaving without a goodbye.

"Mom? Dad? I'm hooomeeee," your voice echoes through the house. Strange. Usually, someone was home. Today was pizza night too.

"They're in their office, dweeb," your younger brother appears from the shadows, and you detect a faint glow from the living room. He was on one of his gaming sprees again, and you're glad Seokjin was busy tonight; otherwise, you'd be roped into another Mario Kart tournament where they left you in the dust.

"Look who's calling who a dweeb. Don't you have that robotics competition to worry about?"

His face pales.

"Fuck. Why didn't you bring Seokjin with you?! Or hit up Won-sik?"

Your mom appears at the top of the staircase, shushing him with a stern finger.

"Anwar, mind your language, or you won't get any pizza."

"___, my dear, how are you?" Your dad greets you with a bone-crushing hug. "We haven't seen you in so long!"

"I know, dad," you sigh. "Work's just been kicking my butt."

Dinner is silent for a while, the four of you munching on your pizza.

Your mother bites her lip, eyes full of concern. While both your parents were aware of your alternate career, they often fussed over the toll it took on your mental health.

"No, not that work! I meant the company! And now we have this silly end-of-summer gala I have to worry about."

"Oh, a gala!" your mother claps her hands in delight. "How exciting? I can't wait to see my baby all dressed up and beautiful."

"I have to find a date first, mom," you groan as your dad ruffles your hair. "Plus-ones are encouraged."

"Why don't you just take Seokjin? "she suggests earnestly. "You guys always go together."

Your heart drops. True, you and Seokjin had always gone to every special event as each other's dates; but things felt different now. You wanted to be able to slow dance with someone you liked, to hold them close and maybe share a kiss at the end of the night. You were in dire need of some romance in your life.

"I don't know, mom," you sigh. “Seokjin is just… well he’s Seokjin. He's just my best friend. I kind of hoped I could bring someone more special."

"Nonsense," your father shuts you down. "Seokjin's been a wonderful date every time you have gone somewhere. And he's grown into a handsome young man."

He finishes with a wink, and you shift uncomfortably. To you, Seokjin had always been the same, geeky guy with glasses. Maybe he'd grown into his features as he aged, but he was still a friend and nothing more. If it was supposed to happen between you two, it already would have.

Excusing yourself to your room, you flip onto your bed, staring at the canopy littered with stars that remind you of the night sky. The gala was supposed to be an all-out celebration, with music, dancing, swanky outfits, and champagne. For once, it'd be nice to have an actual date.

You unlock your phone, dialing the number of the one person that you know would understand where you were coming from.

"What's up, dawg?" Seokjin snickers over the line, pausing when he hears your heavy sigh. "Hey, you alright?"

"I don't know, Seokjin!" you scream into the line. "I don't know why I'm so stressed about this stupid gala, what I'm gonna wear, and who I'm gonna take. It's so childish, ugh! I feel like I'm back in high school when no one gave me a prom-posal."

Seokjin's heart lurches in his chest. You'd expected Jinyoung to ask you, but he'd gone for Aerin, your rival on the cheerleading squad. Seokjin had abandoned his elaborate scheme of showing up with a boombox outside your window, and instead became your shoulder to cry on. After drying your tears, the two of you still had a night to remember.

"Don't stress, ___! It's not even that big of a deal anyway, just an excuse for us to get drunk and twerk in front of the board of directors!"

"I knowww," you whine. "But lately, it doesn't feel like that anymore. I know we're still young, but everyone around us is getting married. Don't you ever feel like settling down, finding the one?"

"I, uh, I can't honestly say I've thought about that," Seokjin sputters.

"But I do, Seokjin. I want to finally be with someone, go out on cute dates, buy gifts for each other, and cuddle."

"We already do that, though!"

"It's not the same, and you know it. Let's make a pact, here and now, that we, Kim Seokjin and ___ ___, will take the dating world by storm and show up to the gala with our future spouses in our arms! Are you with me?"

On the other end of the phone line, Seokjin chokes, his lungs burning with all the unspoken confessions of his past. The receiver was silent for a few breaths, and he almost contemplated hanging up.

"Seokjin? Are you there?"

"Yeah, I'm here," he says shakily, trying to accept your plan for the summer when in his heart, he wished that he could be that person for you. "I hope this is the summer you find everything you've ever wanted."

He can sense you beaming at him through the phone.

"You too, Jin. You too. Okay, bye, gonna sleep before work tomorrow. Anwar, mom, and dad, say hi!"

The line cuts dead, and Seokjin is left sitting in the oppressive loneliness of his apartment once more, the salt of his tears clogging his throat.

Nearly a third of the way into the summer, and safe to say, your epic plans had not worked out. Instead of scoping out potential dates at the park or gym, you and Seokjin had been overloaded with work. You desperately needed a change of scenery.

Luckily, Won-Sik's call came at the perfect time.

"Earth to ___. It's been forever! Just letting you know that I detected some suspicious activity around the Bermuda Triangle. It sounds like Darken is up to something."

"Ugh, not him again."

Dr. Darken was, by far, your most annoying and persistent arch-nemesis. No matter how often you defeated him and his villainess sidekick She-Babe, they always kept coming back for more.

"Can I trust you and Seokjin to be on it?"

"Yup, we've got you, Won-sik."

Hanging up, you dial Seokjin's number, ready to share the good news. He'd seemed a little down lately, so maybe this would cheer him up.

"Hello?"

"I need you to call in sick for the next two days. We're going on a little trip."

…

Miami was booming this time of year, the warm summer sun drawing in hordes of tourists. The perfect place to go undercover, whether you were a hero or a villain.

A loud slurp interrupts your train of thought, Seokjin chugging the last bits of his margarita.

"Ahhh, I needed this. This summer has been meh so far."

"We're looking for Darken, remember? This isn't a vacation."

"Doesn't mean we can't get ice cream," he laughs, pointing to a colorful shop on the pier.

You look at him, brows furrowed, hands on your hips.

"Seokjin…"

"Please ___?"

"Okay fine."

He runs over excitedly, asking for two soft serve twists with rainbow sprinkles for you both. When he makes his way back to you, he proudly presents the cone with a smile.

"A gift."

"Just shut up and eat the ice cream."

The cold treat tastes sweet on your tongue, and you must admit Seokjin was right. Even though this wasn't an official trip, summer was finally starting to feel like summer again.

You don't know how long you've been there, but judging by the imminent sunset, it must have been a while.

"We should keep looking around," you say reluctantly, lifting yourself up. Seokjin's arm shoots out, pulling you back into his embrace.

"Let's stay for a little while," he says softly, and you nod okay.

Leaning your head on his shoulder, you're surprised when you feel hard muscle underneath you. You'd never noticed he was so built. You sneak a sly glance up at him, marveling at the angles of his face. The wind sweeps through his hair, and suddenly he doesn't look like your dorky best friend who wears glasses anymore.

At the same time, Seokjin notices you looking at him, his soft gaze lingering on the tiny little details about you: the fluttering of your eyelashes, the curve of your neck, the glistening of your lips. He needs to stop before he does something that he’ll regret later .

“___? You, uh, you have some ice cream on your face."

"Where?" you ask, frantically reaching to rub it off, but you don't feel anything.

"Here," Seokjin leans over, his thumb brushing against the corner of your lips. It lingers there for too long after he's rubbed the splotch off, and he feels you inhale sharply.

beeep-beeep!

The tune of your pager goes off and the two of you separate, the intimate moment being interrupted.

"Hey Won-sik, what's the sitch?"

"You might want to look behind you."

Suddenly, there's a loud bang, and the crowd erupts into a panic, screams coming from all around you. You and Seokjin jump up, ready for action.

The malevolent eyes of She-Babe meet yours, green flames glowing from her arms.

"Looking for me, ___?" she drawls. "Why don't you come and play?"

You spring towards her, launching into a flying kick. She dodges you effortlessly, sending back a bolt that nearly misses you but completely decimates a seller's stand.

"Seokjin, I need backup," you scream to him before landing a blow to her right side. She grunts, pushing you off.

"I'm on it," he notifies you, and you watch him run off into the distance.

You and She-Babe circle around each other, her flames singing a couple of your hairs, while your hook and laser lipstick tear through her clothes, leaving a mark on her arms.

She growls, lunging for your neck, her arms wrapped around your throat. You sputter, flailing aimlessly, making every attempt to kick and punch, but she overpowers you.

Suddenly, her grip loosens, and you hear her yelp. Odeng looks on proudly, baring his teeth. In the brief moment of distraction, you land a kick to her stomach, knocking her down.

As you attempt to pin her down, you hear another loud bang, smoke filling the pier, and you erroneously turn your back, looking to see the source of the distraction. Lungs burning, you tearfully look to see She-Babe has escaped. You search through the crowd aimlessly when you spot her on the roof of one of the shops, a helicopter waiting for her.

"Buckle up, babe," she smirks from above. "You have no idea what's coming."

And then she's gone. Your shoulders slump. The mission was a failure. Now Darken would have even more time to perfect his evil plans.

You hear footsteps come up behind you, Seokjin running your side, panting heavily.

"Did the smoke machine work? Did you get her?"

The defeated slump of your shoulders tells him everything he needs to know, but it doesn't beat the disappointed look in your eyes. He'd fucked up. Big time.

"Let's just go home."

“A flat white for you,” Seokjin slides into the seat across you. You both had a little bit before you had to head into work, and he knew he couldn’t leave his mistake hanging over your head.

You look at him but don’t say anything; he knows you’re still upset with him.

Rubbing at your temples anxiously, you finally decide to speak.

“I’m not mad at you.I’m just upset.”

“I know, and I’m so sorry. I feel like I always ruin things for you.”

His voice breaks a little bit, and you know he’s genuinely sorry, making your heart sink. Seokjin always made things harder on himself, believing he was never worthy enough. The last thing you wanted was your frustration to make him feel worse

“Please don’t take this out on yourself, Seokjin. It was a mistake. It happens.”

Reaching for his hand, you give it a gentle squeeze.

“We’ll move on.”

His glassy eyes meet yours, and a crushing realization hits you. You and Seokjin had spent so much of your lives together, becoming close the way most regular friends would, but also through your missions. You’d seen the best and worst parts of each other, but you’d never really been on your own. Maybe to find what you both needed, it was time to leave the safety and comfort of each other’s nest and do things on your own.

You could find the love you’d been looking for, and maybe Seokjin could learn to love himself.

This summer was the perfect chance for you to spread your wings.

“I gotta go,” you say gently, letting his hand go. “I’ll talk to you soon, okay?”

Seokjin pulls into work on his scooter, still reeling from your encounter this morning. You two had your share of petty fights growing up, but he’d never felt so much disappointment from you. It made his heart ache, and he never wanted to see you like that again. Now, if only he could figure out what to do to fix it.

As he approaches his spot, he notices another person locking up their scooter, and his eyes widen when he realizes it’s the newbie, Han.

“Hey uh, great spot you have there,” Seokjin cracks a joke, hoping it’ll appease him.

“Oh, thanks! It’s under a tree too, so it has lots of shade; I hate when I come out of work and—“

“You get second-degree burns from your scooter handles?” Seokjin finishes his sentence for him.

“Yeah, how’d you know?”

Because it’s my favourite spot, too, he grumbles in his head.

“Hey Seokjin, I actually had a question for you. It’s about your friend, ___. Is she single by any chance?”

Seokjin feels like the breath has been stolen from his lungs. You’d brought up Han’s name as a potential date before you’d gone on the mission, and it was clear he reciprocated your interest. Where did that leave Seokjin in the equation between you two?

He decides to be honest, not wanting to mess up your chance at getting a date for the gala.

“She is, but she’s a tough cookie. It takes a lot to impress ___. Most guys can’t even get her attention.”

“Well, good thing I’m not most guys. Maybe we can all hang out sometime soon? I heard the new club downtown is pretty fire.”

“Uhm, yeah, sure,” Seokjin says hastily, not wanting to listen to Han talk about you a second longer. He waved a tepid goodbye, disappearing into the building. He doesn’t speak to him for the rest of the day.

“Are you sure I look fine?” you ask, tapping your foot anxiously.

Seokjin gulps, not knowing how to answer your query. Should he go with the friend version, telling you Han won’t know what hit him? Or should he go with his version, where he risks sporting an accidental boner like he did when you were in middle school, and your boobs appeared out of nowhere? If Seokjin had any pull game at all, you’d never make it to the club tonight, Han a distant memory.

All he does is instead is awkwardly give you a thumbs up, adjusting his glasses on his face.

“Wait a second,” you approach his sitting figure on the bed, leaning in so close he can smell the honeysuckle perfume you use. You’re so close, he gets a front-row seat to how good your tits look in the tiny black dress you’ve chosen to wear tonight. He’ll probably have to cover himself with his jacket in the Uber.

Your fingers sweep through his hair, brushing his bangs off his face and to the side, showing off his forehead.

“There.” Your warm breath fans onto his face. “Now you look hot too. There’ll be a lot of hot people out tonight! Aren’t you excited?”

Seokjin feels his face flush, your nonchalant compliment flustering him, and hopes you can’t see his ears turn red. He sucks his breath, afraid to talk, fearing what might come out. Luckily, your phone buzzes, saving him just in the nick of time.

“Oh! The Uber’s here. Let’s go!”

. . .

Seokjin follows behind you, the dense crowd making it hard to keep up while you seek out Han. He’s not drunk yet, but his head is already pounding. It was a stupid idea to agree to this. He was basically a discount third wheel.

“You guys made it!” Han shouts, welcoming you into his arms with a hug.

“Thanks for inviting us,” you say shyly.

“Can I get you guys anything to drink?” Han asks. You enthusiastically nod your head yes, while Seokjin sullenly nods no.

“Be nice,” you give him a warning, accepting Han’s hand as he leads you to the bar.

“I am nice,” he mumbles under his breath, shoulders slumping when he sees you walk away.

The next hour that passes is among the most torturous in Seokjin’s life. For most of the years you’d been friends, he’d never really had to see you date someone. All the people you’d crushed on never lasted past a couple of dates. You’d always sigh and say they were missing something, and Seokjin wondered if Han would finally be the one to possess the something you’d always been looking for.

It seemed that way, the two of you wrapped around each other on the dance floor, bodies moving in sync. Seokjin had done enough goofy dancing with you to know that the way your hips swayed right now was anything but goofy, and clearly, Han seemed to be enjoying it too. Your faces were so close, and Seokjin felt a pang of jealousy strike in his chest, calling the bartender over for another drink.

When he returns to reality, slightly less sober, you and Han are making out, his tongue pushing into your mouth as you lazily grind against him. Seokjin closes his eyes to protect himself from the garish sight. He wasn’t sure whether his dick could deal with another boner or whether his heart could mend the cracks that had begun to form within his chest.

A drunken haze sets over him, and he resists the urge to go outside and puke.

“Hey,” a raspy voice drawls. “Are you here with someone?”

Seokjin turns to see who’s joined him at the bar. It’s a guy, one that he’d probably consider hot if his heart wasn’t set on you. He glides through the conversation while dazed, focusing only on the sound of his voice and the flirty touches on his arm. If you moved on, maybe he could too.

That’s how he finds himself in the bathroom ten minutes later, shirt halfway undone and cock grinding furiously against the other man’s body. His moans echo in Seokjin’s ears, the low hum of pleasure doing just enough to soothe his frantic thoughts. His lips roam all over, touching, feeling, savoring the distraction they provide. Until the spells is broken.

“Kiss me,” his partner begs.

That’s when he realizes his mistake.

He steps back, staggering as his chest heaves, crushed under the weight of what he’d done. Underneath the fluorescent lights of the bathroom, Seokjin realizes two crucial things:

He was far beyond the stages of a silly, trivial crush. No, he, Kim Seokjin, was head over heels in love with you, ____ ____. The kind of all-consuming, soul-stirring love that would stay with a person for the rest of their life.

The two of you never kept secrets from one another, but this was a burden he’d have to shoulder alone. You were interested in Han, and just like every other boy before him, that meant that you’d never even consider giving Seokjin the time of day.

Seokjin was utterly and thoroughly fucked.

“Hey,” his hook-up says. “Why’d you stop?”

“This was a mistake,” is all he states before turning on his heels and running out of the bathroom, ignoring his cries of concern. He doesn’t look back.

…

Even as Han kissed and danced with you, there was a nagging feeling in the back of your mind, reminding you to check on Seokjin. He hadn’t seemed like himself tonight, and you panicked when you realized he’d gone AWOL.

“Hey,” you squeeze Han’s hand. “I think I’m gonna head out. Jin doesn’t look too good. I want to get him home.”

“Wow,” he smiles. “So on top of being incredibly smart and gorgeous, you’re also caring as heck? I really lucked out.”

Your cheeks heat and hit with a sudden boost of confidence. You turn to press a kiss on his cheek.

“I had fun tonight,” you whisper. “Maybe we can do this some other time. Just the two of us.”

You can feel him grinning behind you, and you float through the crowd effortlessly on cloud nine. The dream is shattered, however, when you take in Seokjin’s slumped-over figure, looking worse for wear. You’d never seen him this drunk, head lolled to the side. He hears your soft footsteps approach, opening his eyes, red-rimmed like he’s been crying.

“Hey you,” you bend down, stroking his hair. “You look like you’ve had a rough night.”

“S’okay,” he slurs. “Wh-why didn’t ya gooo home with Hal, no Hen, ughhhh, Han? You should go, keep having fun. I, I’ll be fine.”

He stumbles clumsily to his feet, and you blanch at how much alcohol you can smell on his breath.

“It’s okay, Seokjin,” you tell him, throwing his arm around your shoulder. “I can always see him another time. Right now, I wanna go home with you.”

You escort him out, letting him breathe in the fresh air at the entrance to the club while swiftly calling an Uber with two stops: one for your place and one for his. In the background, you can hear him heave and gag as he throws up, and your heart aches for being so oblivious while your best friend suffered.

The Uber ride back is silent, Seokjin resting his head on your shoulder. He doesn’t strike up a conversation and doesn’t make any jokes. Instead, he looks right past you, gazing out the window, the city lights gleaming on his face. The abyss between you is almost painful, running out of words to say now when you’d never struggled with that before. Your arms itch to wrap Seokjin into a tight hug, to let him know he’ll be fine, no matter what he’s struggling with, but you feel stagnant, as though you’ve been weighed down with lead.

The feeling follows you to his front door, where the two of you stand awkwardly, waiting for the other to say something.

It’s Seokjin that caves first.

“Hey ___,” he blurts out, his voice hoarse from disuse. “I have something I want to ask you.”

You’re about to breathe a massive sigh of relief but pause when you see his glassy eyes.

“Of course, Jinnie,” you throw your arms around him, burying yourself into his neck. “You can ask me anything.”

“I wanted to know if,” he manages to choke out, and you feel his pulse quicken under your palm, rising before it slows down again.

“I wanted to know if we’ll always be friends, even thirty years from now when we’re middle-aged with back pain and meddling kids. Or 50 years from now when we both have cane fights with each other. I hope we are.”

He sighs the last part, and you feel wetness on the side of his jaw. Heart breaking at his confession, you pull him in closer.

“Of course, we will. You’re not just a friend or a sidekick to me, Jinnie. You’re my partner in crime, or should I say crime-fighting? I need you like Batman needs Robin, or like Tony needs Pepper. As long as this is my life, you’ll always have a place in it.”

The tension in his shoulders melts away, and you hear him choke back a sob.

“Thank you.”

With the memories of that night at the club behind you, you launch yourself into a multitude of things: preparing for the gala, reading files at work, spending time with Han, and even managing to text and keep up with Seokjin. Life, as you know it, has always been busy and hectic, which is why it’s such a relief when Won-sik pages you.

“Another mission? I’m down.”

Things with Seokjin had been weird lately, and the last thing you wanted to do was add to his stress by recruiting him for another mission. He deserved the rest, but the crime-fighting never stopped for you.

Luckily, he’d agreed to accompany you, acting like everything was fine after his drunken meltdown, and you felt yourself sleep a little easier that night knowing he didn’t hate you.

Turning on the morning news, the headlines immediately allude to what Won-sik had told you. World-famous scientist Shin Ryujin has been captured by an unknown assailant, who claimed they wanted to hold her hostage and use her knowledge for their own evil plans.

While the rest of the world remained oblivious to the identity of her captor, you knew these antics could only be the mark of one man: Darken. It had him and She-Babe written all over. You could only hope they hadn’t put Ryujin into too much trouble before you found her.

Despite being a supervillain, Darken was also, quite frankly, an idiot. While most people who did terrible things tried to conceal their acts, Darken left huge clues. Very incriminating clues.

Although tucked away in a snowy and barren forest, his lair stuck out like a sore thumb. Who else would be stupid enough to build a multilevel, industrial-style building with a “Secret Lair” sign in the middle of nowhere? Lucky for you, that made it easy to break-in.

“God, it’s freezing out here,” Seokjin chatters through his teeth. “We should have worn coats.”

“Concentrate!” you hush him with a finger to his lips.

The saw watch does its work, cutting quickly through the layers of wood and metal that make up the facade. Bless Won-sik and his super wrinkly brain. His gadgets never failed you.

Tip-toeing down the halls, your suspicion is aroused. Everything in here looks… normal. Typically Darken was fond of the most outrageous, impractical booby traps. A chill runs down your spine. Whatever he had planned this time couldn’t have been good.

You and Seokjin move silently through the shadows until you reach the end of the long corridor. Huh. There were no doors in sight. Maybe you missed somethi–

The floor caves in around you, a black hole opening up underneath your feet, and you’ve hurtled down a chute, slipping and sliding until you land with a thud onto the ground below. That fucker had a trap door now!

“___ ___.” A sinister voice drawls. “We meet again.”

His eyebrows narrow with malevolent glee, clapping his hands together. Darken has you now.

“And you brought along that friend of yours, huh? What was his name again uhhhh… Seokmin? Minseok?”

“SEOKJIN!!” your best friend screams, face turning red. “My name is Kim fucking Seokjin! It’s honestly not that hard!!”

“Sorry,” you threaten him. “I don’t have time to play games because I’m gonna be too busy kicking your ass!”

“Uh uh uh,” Darken waggles a finger in your face. “One wrong move and our little scientist here goes for a nice swim.

You track his finger to the other side of the room, where a woman in a lab coat hangs over a pool, a gag over her mouth. Tension seizes your body when you see a bunch of grey-coloured fins swimming underneath. Sharks.

Darken presses a button, and a series of platforms come up through the floor, housing various robots. Synth drones, all targeted for your destruction. Now things were getting good.

“Seokjin! You go and free Ryujin; I’ll handle these hunks of metal.”

You dodge their laser blasts one by one, moving from side to side with all the agility you’d learned from your martial arts classes. Combine the dodging with a series of sneak attacks, and the drones would never know what hit him.

You finish off the last one, watching as it disintegrates into a pile of goo.

“Ew….”

“___!” Seokjin calls out to you. “A little help.”

He’s dangling from the same rope as Ryujin, sharks nipping at his heels. Eyes closed, his screams echo through the lair.

“I don’t wanna die, I don’t wanna die, I don’t wanna die!”

“Hold on,” you say. “I’ve got you!”

“Odengie, chewwww!” Seokjin yells, and you smile, knowing he understood your command.

Odeng gnaws through the rope, and they all free-fall, down straight towards the treacherous pool. Moments before they make contact, you release your grappling hook, grabbing them out of harm’s way.

“NOOOOO!” Darken screams. “You may have foiled my plan, but I have another one brewing in my secret lair on the other side of the forest. This won’t be the last you hear of me!”

He presses a button, releasing another trap door to his escape.

“Whew,” Seokjin pants.”That was close. For a moment there, I thought we were canned tuna.”

“Shin Ryujin? I’m ___, and this is Seokjin. We just have a couple of questions for you.”

While Ryujin is thankful to you both for rescuing her, kneeling on the ground in a full bow, she sighs heavily, explaining that she can’t remember anything.

“Her memory’s wiped,” Seokjin concludes. “You know what that means.”

“Whatever Darken’s planning, it’s big,” your voice wavers. “So big that he must not want anyone finding out about it. We have to be prepared.

The mall was always your favorite place in the world. It was the epicenter of your hangouts with Seokjin growing up, intimate enough that you could talk about all your worries but discreet enough to hide any conversation about your… other pursuits.

You take a step back from the mirror, taking in the green satin dress you picked for the gala. It was daring, a large thigh-high slit creeping up the front and very different from anything else you’d ever worn. Maybe you couldn’t pull it off.

“I don’t know!” you scream out in frustration. “I think it looks good, but what if I just look like a loser playing dress-up.”

“None of that!” Seokjin shuts you down. “I’m the loser playing dress-up, but I’m also the loser who wants to see it!”

The lock to the changing room clicks open, and you step out, suddenly feeling shy in Seokjin’s presence.

His face has gone entirely slack, mouth hanging open at the sight of you in the dress.

“It’s horrible, isn’t it?”

It’s far from it. There are a million things he wants to say, but none of them come out except:

“Holy shit. You’re beautiful ___.”

Freezing, you feel your heart thump loudly in your rib cage. Seokjin always reminded you that you were cute in high school, but he’d never actually called you beautiful before. And never in such a profound way. Butterflies dance in your stomach, and you close your eyes briefly, wishing the gala would be as magical as this moment.

A look of horror crosses your face when you realize you’d completely forgotten to look at Seokjin’s tux. Peering at him through the mirror next to you, you’re rendered speechless.

His glasses are off, and you finally notice how perfect his face is. All sharp angles, framed by a mop of soft honey-coloured hair and the most perfect plush lips. He doesn’t just look good. He looks handsome beyond description, like a modern-day Adonis.

“Is there a fly in your mouth?” Seokjin chuckles at your blank expression.

“Jin, you look hot. Like really hot.”

Seokjin freezes, shoulders tensing at your compliment, almost like he can’t believe you mean it. But you did mean it. Whoever he brought to the gala would be so lucky, and a small part of your heart aches at the fact that it wouldn’t be you that he’d be twirling around the dance floor, a Prince Charming to your Cinderella.

“Sure you don’t want to reconsider your options?” he whispers in your ear, fingers settling into the curve of your back. His low voice sends a delicious chill up your spine.

Before you can answer, you’re interrupted, the two of you breaking apart guiltily.

“___! Seokjin-hyung! Funny running into you here,”

Han’s smiley face comes into view, and you stumble off the podium, putting some distance between you and Seokjin.

“Hey babe,” Han greets you with a peck. “Wow, you look good.”

Good. Not beautiful.

“Babe?” Seokjin grunts through his teeth, trying to come off light-hearted. “Is there something I’m missing here?”

You don’t know why you can’t find the words to tell Seokjin the truth. Maybe it’s because of the way you can’t stop staring at him, even in Han’s presence. Perhaps it’s because this date pact you were so sure about before doesn’t seem so sure anymore.

“We’re dating hyung! Thanks for setting us up!” Han spills the hard truth out before you can, and you watch Seokjin’s face pale, the rosy color from his cheeks bleeding out to the hue of parchment.

“Oh wow,” Seokjin exclaims. “Oh wow! That’s great news. I’m so happy for you guys.”

“Awww, thank you,” Han beams, taking your hand in his. “You don’t mind if I steal her after this?”

“No,” Seokjin’s words are full of steel. “I have an errand to run for my eomma anyway.”

You remain frozen as Han chatters away, unable to move, unable to speak, unable to stop Seokjin from rushing out of the store with his new suit in tow. This was supposed to be the best summer of your life, so why did you feel so empty?

The city’s skyscrapers look over Seokjin, casting a grim shadow over the walk he decided to take to clear his head. Limbs heavy, he still reels from the conversation with you and Han. The betrayal sinks in. Why hadn’t you told him yourself? You guys always told each other everything.

Instead, it felt like a knife to his gut hearing it from Han’s mouth and to watch you stand there and say nothing. The least he deserved was an explanation before you’d run off together. But it seemed like you didn’t care enough to tell him what was happening with you anymore. Ever since the summer had started, he felt you pulling away from him more and more, the bridge that had once connected you two growing into a vast chasm, where he fell through the cracks.

Walking through his rage, he finds himself on an unfamiliar street, but a glimmer of recognition appears when he sees the street sign. That scientist girl, Ryujin, lived here. She was too shaken up to answer your questions during the rescue, but maybe she was feeling better now. After everything had been settled, she gave both of them her address, telling them they could come and talk to her whenever.

An eternity seems to pass as Seokjin contemplates whether he should reach out before finally deciding to shoot Ryujin a text. Maybe it was time to take matters into his own hands. A team consisted of multiple people, after all. His shoulders slump, an ache beginning to build in his temple, traveling up to his head. He was tired of always being in the shadows, being the sidekick that never got the credit and never got the girl. If he could get something helpful out of Ryujin, maybe all that would change.

A ping from his phone confirms that Ryujin accepted his proposition, inviting him upstairs to her apartment. The posh building isn’t hard to find, the doorman greeting him on his way in as he buzzes Ryujin.

“Send him up, Alfred,” her voice blares through the intercom.

Fifteen or so floors later, he’s in front of her door. Making a fist to knock, Seokjin jumps slightly when the door opens before he can do so, Ryujin’s smiling face on the other side.

“Kim Seokjin, right? Nice to see you again.”

Walking into the space, he’s surprised by how well-put-together everything is. Every piece is impeccable, from the raw leather sofa to the fluffy white rug to the dining table made of unfinished wood. If Ryujin ever wanted to quit the science industry, she’d have a budding career as an interior designer.

“Can I get you anything to drink? Water? Tea? I have a bottle of Chardonnay I haven’t opened yet.”

Seokjin’s throat feels dry, but not because he’s dehydrated. He can’t remember the last time he’s been alone with a woman that wasn’t you. He plops onto the couch, looking around awkwardly at anything he can find – the rug, the trinkets that decorate her side tables, the view of the building across the street.

“Just water is fine.”

Nodding, she walks over to her kitchen, filling up a glass and handing it to him. He’s thankful for the drink; all the questions he had for her still stuck in the back of his throat.

Ryujin breaks the silence, sitting on the couch next to him. “I know you’re here to ask me what I know. Even though I’m better, the memories haven’t fully returned to me. I’m so sorry to disappoint you.”

“You’re not disappointing me,” Seokjin dispels her worry. “Anything you have to say would be valuable information, so we can lock Darken up for good.”

Ryujin hesitates, fidgeting with her fingers. It’s like she wants to say something but can’t. Seokjin places a reassuring hand on her shoulder, and the tension seeps out of her pores.

“I’d been working on this new tech device, I-, I can’t remember what it was, but I was gonna contract it out to a lot of companies across the city. Most of their names are coming up blank, but the one I do remember is Lockhart and Lee.”

Seokjin’s blood turns to ice. That was your firm. Was Darken specifically putting a target on your back? What else could he want to do with your workplace?

Ryujin’s body is shaking, tears filling up her eyes. She rocks back and forth on the balls of her feet, looking like a lost child.

“I-, I’m so sorry! I made a stupid mistake and let him access my mind, and now I can’t even help you defeat him! I should have been stronger.”

If there’s one thing Seokjin can’t stand, it’s people being hard on themselves. He knows the pitfalls of constantly putting yourself down too well. His hand closes over Ryujin’s, gently rubbing his thumb against her knuckles.

“Hey, no big deal. Thanks for telling me; it was still valuable information. You’re doing just fine.”

“R-really?” she blurts out.

“Really.”

“Seokjin,” she breathes, and he notices her expression has changed. The panic and anxiety have melted, making way for an emotion he was familiar with - longing. “I still have that bottle of Chardonnay.”

Seokjin’s head spins. So much had happened today, from shopping with you to finding out you were dating Han. He just wanted to forget the mess he found himself in, let loose, and have fun.

“I guess one drink wouldn’t hurt.”

One drink turns into many, and before Seokjin knows it, Ryujin is straddling his lap, grinding her core into his hips. The difference now is that Seokjin reciprocates, nipping at her collarbone, where the strap of her tank top slides off her shoulder. The rest of his evening passes in a blur, the alcohol sinking into his veins, rendering him weightless. In no time at all, he’s lulled into a deep sleep.

The following morning, the light filters into the apartment, and Seokjin awakes in a cold sweat. What happened? All he remembered was getting plastered and making out with Ryujin, and his heart sinks with guilt. Using her as a rebound wasn’t fair.

A soft ahem interrupts him, and Seokjin rubs at his eyes, vision finally clearing to see Ryujin sitting on the chair across from the couch, sipping a cup of coffee. An identical steaming mug is placed on the table, and she gestures toward it.

His hesitation in reaching for the cup prompts her to speak up.

“We didn’t sleep together if that’s what you’re thinking.” And Seokjin lets out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. She looks… upset.

“It almost got there, but you were drunk, I think. Kept moaning out weird things. Like ‘___, ____’. I figured a handsome guy like you would already have someone.”

Her confession leaves Seokjin reeling like he’s been kicked in the gut one too many times. Had he really moaned out your name in the middle of hooking up with her? Ryujin looks at him curiously, waiting for his explanation or any type of response.

But Seokjin has no explanation. His only answer is that he’s a heartbroken fool, hung up on his best friend, who’ll never want him the same way he wants her. At that moment, all of it feels stupid. The tiny crush that he’d blown out of proportion. The desire to hold you in his arms, feel your lips on his, and your body underneath his. The dates he’d imagined in his head, the future wedding, the kids. What hurts him most is that he even dared to believe it in the first place. The bright glimmer of hope had carried him through so many years with you, but now the flame was flickering. So Seokjin stamps it out. He needed to get over you.

He rises, with a start, frantically reaching for his wallet and his jacket. He knows he should stay and offer more of an explanation, but he couldn’t right now. Not without bursting into tears.

“I’m sorry.”

. . .

Ryujin watches Seokjin hurry out of the building from her window, his tiny figure rushing through the crowd on the street, bumping into the strangers on their daily commute.

Something is itching on her back. Groaning, she scratches furiously, pulling down the zipper and slipping out of the suit. Goddamn. Did it have to be this scratchy?

Looking into the mirror, she combs through her hair, pursing her lips and checking her face for any blemishes.

The phone rings.

“Hey, boss. It’s me. I lured Kim into the apartment. I didn’t manage to get much out of him, but it seems that something’s going on with him and ___. I believe there’s a tiny rift there we can exploit.”

On the other end, Darken listens in, cackling maniacally. She-Babe smiles. Things were going just as planned.

The static makes your ears ring, your client yelling at you over the phone. Rubbing the skin in between your eyes, you resist the urge not to fall asleep. Work had become even more overbearing lately. Suddenly, your company wanted to try out these new headsets, claiming that they wanted the office to become more “technology-integrated.” You thought it was weird for the admins and staff to be walking around like they were at a silent disco but kept your mouth shut.

Getting off work today was your most exciting prospect. Between dates with Han and the mountain-load of cases you had to review, you were glad things have been relatively quiet on the supervillain front. Unfortunately, that also meant you hadn’t seen Seokjin for a while since that day at the mall. Every time you asked him to hang out, he always made some sort of excuse, telling you he was busy or tired. He still responded to your messages, but his answers were brief and curt. You wondered if something was going on.

Which is why your grand plan was to show up at his apartment today, surprising him after work. You make all the necessary stops to prepare, picking up groceries and a bouquet of flowers for the vase he kept on his counter. Things were never weird between you two, but you had made it weird by not telling him about Han. All you wanted was to let Seokjin know his presence was still valued. You needed your best friend.

Seokjin’s face pales when he sees you standing outside his door that evening, groaning from carrying all the heavy shopping bags up the stairs.

You invite yourself in, setting the groceries down on his counter.

“Is this a bad time?” you ask. “I wanted to make jjajangmyeon together; we haven’t done that in a while.”

His stiff face immediately softens, and you feel the warmth settle back in between the two of you. The way to Seokjin’s heart was always through his stomach.

He taps his chin playfully, pretending to contemplate your proposal. “Hmm, I could be convinced.”

“Great.”

. . .

The normalcy returns in mere moments, you and Seokjin working side by side comfortably in the kitchen. While he was more of the chef between you two, you worked seamlessly as a team. He prepared the sauce and noodles while you chopped the meat and vegetables.

Seokjin turns on Spotify while you cook, bopping around to a random playlist of pop, hip-hop, and RnB. His crystal clear voice carries through the apartment, singing along enthusiastically. A huge grin lights up your face at seeing him so in his element, and you can’t help but sing and clap along. Soon, he offers you a hand, and you accept it without hesitation, the two of you stumbling throughout the kitchen, limbs tangling in an awkward dance. Your shared laughter punctuates the different beats and rhythms in his apartment, working together with your simple steps to create an unconventional symphony of joy.

The dance finishes with a flourish, Seokjin letting you go in a spin, and you end up right on the couch, two steaming bowls of jjajangmyeon waiting for you.

You take the first bite, the savory sauce hitting your tastebuds. “Mmmh, this tastes better than sex.”

“Don’t let Han hear you say that,” Seokjin snickers, and immediately the awkwardness settles back in.

“Thanks for hanging out with me, Seokjin. I’m sorry things have been so weird lately. I miss you a lot.”

“I’m right here, ___. Life is busy, but if you ever need me, you know where to look.”

Staring up at him, you take him in - his hair is ruffled and slightly fluffy. He must have washed it right before you arrived. His broad shoulders are enormous in the black hoodie he wears, and he looks like a giant teddy bear, just waiting for you to hug.

And that’s what you do. Fork clattering against the plate, you set it to the side, arms wrapping awkwardly around Seokjin’s frame from the side. You rest your head on his shoulder, and he stills, his unfinished plate of noodles long forgotten.

“Do you remember that summer I went away to camp?” His voice wobbles, head still turned to the side. “It was the worst summer of my life.”

You chuckle softly, hands running up and down his back. “We all know why -- no cell service, lots of bugs, you got chased by that bear.”

“That’s not why,” he breathes, and you sit up straight, tilting his head to meet yours.

“It was the worst summer ever,” he continues. “Because I had to spend it being away from you.”

The pained look in his eyes makes your heart drop with guilt – you never wanted to see anything like it on his face again.

“Is everything okay, Jinnie? Tell me what’s wrong.”

His entire demeanor changed in a split second, moving away to put distance in between you on the couch, refusing to look at you again.

The gesture fills you with anger – you were doing your best to hear him out, to be there for him as a friend, and this was how he acted?

“Okay, literally, what the fuck is up with you. You’ve been acting weird all summer. Whenever I try to talk to you, you refuse to let me in! I don’t even recognize you anymore.”

He flushes, face reddening.

“I’m being fucking weird, huh? That’s me, Kim Seokjin, the weirdo!”

“You’re being childish! Stop it!”

“If you don’t want someone full of weird shit, why don’t you go hang out with your boyfriend?”

The statement feels like a slap to your face. You taste the tang of salt, not realizing tears had begun to stream down your face. Heaving, you wrack your mind for something, anything you could say to remedy the situation. Everything had crashed and burned in a matter of moments, just when you thought it would be alright. But you say something you never meant to, born from the inferno of your anger.

“Grow the fuck up, Seokjin! I’m not your mom – if you can’t handle things changing, then maybe you should do some thinking. I’m done.”

“Leave then.” And it feels like he threw a bucket of cold ice over your head.

His command for you to go isn’t what hurts the most. No, what hurts the most is when you stalk towards his door, rubbing your smudged mascara, and he doesn’t even look at you.

“Earth to ___? You’re zoning out again,” Han smiles at you behind the 4 tier slice of cake you’d decided to share.

You muster a weak smile back, not wanting him to worry. He’d been so sweet to you over the past few weeks, spending lots of time with you. Even though your boyfriend’s kind gestures helped give you a slight semblance of some peace of mind, you’re still left reeling and picking up the pieces from your fight with Seokjin.

Han was wonderful. He was everything you thought you’d ever wanted in someone - cute, kind, considerate. He held open the door for you all the time, and always made sure to compliment you constantly. But he didn’t crack dad jokes, or plan goofy pranks, or have a sugar glider that he was more enamored with than any person he’d dated before.

You realized he wasn’t Seokjin, nor could he completely fill the void that Seokjin had left in your life. The bond between the two of you had been forged over so many years, but severed in a matter of moments.

Maybe that’s just how life went. You spent so much of your time with someone, and then something happens one day that ends it. The nasty words you’d exchanged in the fight come back to haunt, and you wish you could take them back. But you were afraid. Afraid that he hated you. Maybe this was the sign you needed that things were changing, and that you needed time apart from each other.

In the back of your head, you hear Han’s voice, calling out to you. Blinking, you tune back into the present moment, Han repeating your name with concern.

“Sorry,” you collect yourself, banishing all thoughts of Seokjin from your head. “What did you say again?”

“Do you want to go to the gala? I mean, you have to go, sorry. I meant - do you want to go with me?”

His eyes are bright, shining with hope, and perhaps that’s what you need during this dark summer. A little bit of hope.

“I’d love that.”

“Calling up an 18 year old nerd for girl advice? That’s a new low, even for a dork like you, Seokjin.”

“Shut up Won-sik, or you can kiss our next Mario Kart tournament goodbye,” Seokjin scowls.

Everything had seemed so clear in the moment: Seokjin wanted you to go, so you left. But the gaping hole your departure had left couldn’t be fixed, taking the sun with you. Storm clouds lingered in his mind, and Seokjin could no longer put a Band-aid on his feelings. So he asked for help from the only person he knew would be able to think rationally and logically.

Or so he thought.

“What do you mean just tell her about my feelings?”

Seokjin’s heart is thumping, his hand shaking as he moves to put the receiver down.

“It’s really not that hard man. Just be honest, and whatever happens happens. At least you can put it all out on the line.”

This was not what he wanted to hear. Before he can stop himself, Seokjin blurts out something that was another mistake in the list of growing fuck-ups he’d had recently.

“You don’t know anything Won-sik, you’re just a kid.”

Won-sik’s cry of protest is cut off, the line going dead when Seokjin hangs up. His heavy breathing echoes throughout his room. Then, he calls the only other person he could talk to right now.

“Seokjin!” Ryujin exclaims gleefully. “So nice to hear from you.”

“Listen, are you free the night of the 29th?”

“Depends,” Ryujin giggles. “What is it for?”

“I want to date–, I mean, I want you to be my date, for a gala,” Seokjin sputters. He knows the invitation is uncouth, and not romantic at all, but he can’t bring himself to care anymore. He didn’t want romance. He just wanted this feeling to leave.

“Oooh sounds fun. I’ll be there.”

. . .

“Did you hear that boss? It’s happening on the 29th,” She-Babe smiles through the receiver.

“Perfect,’ Darken rubs his palms together. “I’ve nearly extracted the information I need.”

Looking behind him, the limp figure of the real Shin Ryujin sits, hooked up to his elaborate brain-tap machine.

“Prepare everything, She-Babe. We’ll be ready to strike soon.”

The day you’d finally been waiting for was here. After waiting for the gala all summer, you were all finally gathered at the fancy venue, decked out in your finest. You had to commend the planning committee - they’d gone all out. Fairy lights decorated the entire ballroom, bringing the outdoors inside with twisting vines and fresh flowers as decorations. It felt like summer had brought its ight inside with it, and it was invigorating. Or maybe that was all the free champagne.

You purse your lips, smiling at your own little contribution to the night’s festivities. Behind all the tables, an extravagant stage was the focal point of the room, and on top of it – the world’s hottest boyband. DTS. AM had been more than eager to help out with the entertainment after you’d called in your favor.

“Call me Namjoon,” he’d grinned over the phone.

The boys crooned a slow, but sultry tone, and you felt yourself heat. A hand wraps around your waist, and you smile up at Han. He’d been ever the gentleman, picking you up and helping you out of the car. The two of you floated around the gala, talking up random coworkers and their guests. He charmed eveyone he’d met, and you were thankful for his bubbly presence for quelling the anxiety you’d had.

Seokjin wasn’t here yet. Maybe he’d decided not to come at all. And despite the night benign everything you’d ever hoped for - the fairytale date of your dreams, it all felt hollow without him here to celebrate with you. You’d been hoping to catch him in a dance, and apologize for your behaviour. You wanted to make things right between you again. You needed to.

But he was nowhere to be found, and you resigned yourself to the emptiness that lingered in your heart. You’d driven him away.

The doors open all of a sudden, welcoming another set of guests into the gala, and you gasp, excusing yourself when you see Seokjin among them. He looks just as handsome as that day in the mall, if not more, the tuxedo highlighting his broad shoulders. But he’s not alone. Your heart drops to your stomach when you realize he’d invited Ryujin as his guest, in an ethereal, floating dress of her own. They look like a celebrity couple.

You can’t stop staring at them, even minutes later, despite Han’s offer to get more drinks for you. Finally giving in, you request a glass of champagne, hoping the fizzy bubbles would soothe the bitter acid that had begun to rise up in your throat. You needed something to take the edge off.

But the pain doesn’t go away, not even when you see Seokjin approach, Ryujin hanging off his arm.

“Hey,” he says, slightly out of breath when he sees you’d worn the same green dress he’d complimented.

“Hi,” you say meekly, unable to muster the strength to look in his eyes. Instead, you stare absently at his bowtie. “Are you having a good time?”

Ryujin answers for him, clapping a well-manicured hand on his shoulder. “Yes! Everything is stunning. Your firm did the most wonderful job.”

“That’s great,” you stutter, backing away. “You guys have fun, okay? I have to go, Han is waiting for me.”

You accept Han’s hand, letting him lead you into a dance out onto the floor. You’re grateful for the upbeat song, J-Nope’s melodious voice in the background. Then you can shift your focus away from Seokjin, losing yourself in the dance. But you’re as stiff as a board, moving robotically, and you catch a glimpse of Seokjin dancing with Ryujin across the room from you. He pulls her in close, arms wrapping around her waist, and their foreheads touch.

You trip over Han’s toes when Seokjin presses his lips to Ryujin’s. Suddenly the room feels too hot, like there’s not enough air circulating in your lungs. You’re bent over, heaving, determinedly willing yourself to catch your breath, and stop the fresh tears in your eyes from coming forward.

“You okay?” Han asks, bending over to check on you.

You manage a shaky breath. “Fine. I just need to go to the bathroom.”

Gratefully, he doesn’t question you, instead choosing to let you go. Your feet move on their own, running out of the ballroom, until you’re in the corridor next to the bathrooms, finally able to breathe again. With the breath though, comes the stark reminder of what you’d just seen, and you feel like you’re going to be sick. The bathroom door is flung wide open, your heels clacking on the tile as you run into an empty stall.

Securing the lock, you slump onto the ground, finally giving into the sobs that now wrack your body. Why did it bother you so much? Seeing him with her, dancing and laughing. Seokjin was your best friend, and you wanted that for him, right? Just like you’d wanted a perfect date to the gala in Han.

Except the more and more you thought about it, you realized you didn’t want that for him. No, you were selfish. You wanted your best friend back. You wanted to be the one he smiled at, the one he joked with, the one he danced with. The one he kissed. Lashes fluttering, you close your eyes, lamenting at how you’d never have those things. Han could never make you feel a fraction of the way that Seokjin, and a harsh realization strikes you, one that brings more tears to your eyes.

You were in love with your best friend. You’d probably been in love with him for a long time, and were too stupid to realize it. And now everything was ruined, and he’d found someone else, someone who’d reciprocated his kindness. The ache in your chest grows deeper, and you realize you’d broken your own heart, by missing what had been in front of you this entire time.

…

Ryujin leads Seokjin out into the hallway, their faces flushed from the alcohol and dancing. Seokjin looks around, hoping to catch you out here, but you’d mysteriously disappeared during the dance, leaving Han stranded.

“Sorry, I was getting so warm,” Ryujin giggles, pinning him against the wall. Her lips press against the corner of his mouth. While he was grateful she’d agreed to be his date, he wasn’t sure about the depth of his feelings for her.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Seokjin grunts. “Can we hold on a second?”

“Too late,” she says, reaching behind her back. In seconds, a dagger is at his throat.

“What the fuck?”

“Oh I really had you fooled, didn’t I baby?” She coos menacingly, poking his cheek. “Poor little Seokjinnie, all heartbroken and feeling sorry for himself. Good thing I’m here to take care of you. For good.”

Ryujin reaches behind her dress, and he hears the zzzt of a zipper being undone. Suddenly, Ryujin is gone. And standing in her place is someone far worse.

“Miss me, love?” She-Babe drawls.

. . .

One moment, the party was swinging, the band dancing on stage and everyone chattering. The next, a high pitched sound pierces the ears of the attendees. A sound wave, powerful enough to knock anyone out. Soon, only one person is left standing.

Dr. Darken looks over the incapacitated crowd. The plan was in motion. For months, he’d been using Ryujin’s computer technology to infiltrate your office with headsets, collecting data on the ins and outs of the office. And now, with the entire staff incapacitated from the soundwave, he would finally have access to all the files at Lockhart and Lee, gaining information on your corporate clients. Incriminating information that would make him a millionaire.

Dagger to his throat and staring down a supervillainess, Seokjin does the only logical thing he can do. But not before sending a silent apology to his mother. His knee darts up, slamming in between She-Babe’s legs, and she howls, loosening her grip enough for him to escape her clutches. And then he runs.

A sequence of apologies would be in order, it seemed. Seokjin picks up the expensive vases on the tables lining the hallway, hurtling them behind him. He hoped the crashing of the splintering glass would create enough of a diversion for She-Babe, putting her out of commission once her feet began to swell. He runs with only one thing in mind: finding you. You’d know what to do.

Until he reaches the exit. A growl sounds around the corner, and he knows She-Babe is approaching. But he also knows what he has to do.

Fortunately, the gala was being held on the same street as your office, Seokjin spotting the building quickly. The event had led to a momentary lapse in security in the building itself, and Seokjin was quickly able to sneak past the singular night guard, who’d fallen asleep. He makes it to the elevators just in time to see a bolt of green fire blast through the revolving doors in the lobby.

Sifting through his brain, Seokjin remembers a conversation with you on your very first day of work, the two of you sitting outside as you’d pointed out the floor your boss’ office was on. Pulling out his pager, he dials for help.

“Won-sik? I need you to tell me how to prevent someone from accessing a server. Oh, and also maybe how to disable an ultrasonic sound wave?”

Won-sik’s calm voice serves as his guiding presence, and Seokjin’s fingers tap across the keys. The dim computer is the only light source in the room, and he hopes She-Babe tears the whole office apart before she comes looking for him.

“Almost there,” he taps his foot, watching the bar move, little by little. He smells the smoke before seeing it, green flames exploding through the door. The force of it knocks him back, She-Babe’s face the last thing he sees before everything fades to black.

. . .

Stumbling out of the bathroom, you frown. There’s no one out in the hallway. Weird. Usually, the older crowd would be getting ready to turn in for the night.

The tune from your pager rings in your ears, and you realize that in the bathroom, you’d missed ten calls from Won-sik.

“What’s the sitc–” you begin, but his frantic voice cuts you off.

“They took him, ___. They took Jin.”

“Who took him?” The call cuts off before you get an answer, and you scream in frustration. This had to be the work of Drakken.

Your ears prick up, hearing someone in the hallway approach you.

“Well, well, we meet again, dear,” She-Babe drawls, a gruesome smirk on her face. “I don’t see your little boy toy here, though. Oh yeah, maybe that’s because he’s out cold on your boss’ floor!”

She cackles, throwing her head back. Her joy is interrupted when you run to her, swinging your leg out to kick her in the stomach.

“Don’t. Hurt. Him.”

Your teeth are clenched, and you land a punch to her face.

“Oh, you’re gonna regret that,” she seethes, a bolt of fire knocking you down.

“Fight me, ____. You’ll never win this time.”

And fight her, you do. The two of you go at it for what seems like forever until you’re broken and bruised and panting with sweat. This was a colossal waste of time. Somewhere out there, Seokjin was hurt. And you needed to get to him, by any means possible.

“Alright, you win.” Slumping to your knees, you kneel in front of her, and her brows raise in surprise.

Pleading, you press your palms together. “You can have whatever you want; just take me to him, please.”

Pressing your cheeks against the cold bars of the cell, you wonder how you’d ever be able to get out. Darken and She-Babe were long gone. She’d taken all your gadgets and locked you up before rushing back to the office building to complete the cyber-attack.

Seokjin sleeps across from you, cuts and bruises littering his handsome face. He looks worse for wear, blood oozing from his split lip. Pushing closer to him, your hands come up, cupping his face, and you gently run your fingers up and down, hoping it’ll soothe him while he sleeps. It was your fault he was in this condition in the first place. You’d dragged him into crime-fighting back in high school. Now the regret of your choice hangs above your head like a weight, waiting to drop. Why couldn’t you just have been his normal best friend? One who didn’t get mixed up into trouble at every trouble.

Maybe then you could’ve been normal teenagers that grew up doing normal things. Maybe then you could’ve had a chance together.

Sadness seeps into your veins, and you hang your head in shame.

“Maybe I’m not so extraordinary after all,” you confess softly, holding his hand in yours. “I couldn’t save the day this time.”

Seokjin’s eyes flutter as you speak, his breathing returning to normal.

“Not true,” he rasps, pulling you to him. Your foreheads touch, and you suck in a breath. “You’re ___ ___. You are my hero, and you’re far from ordinary.”

Eyes misting, you clutch his hand tightly to your chest. “Seokji–.”

“Shh, let me finish,” he whispers. “A lot of people call me a dork or a dweeb. But they don’t know that I’m the luckiest guy in the world. I’m lucky to have fallen in love with the most extraordinary girl and that I get to see her do all these amazing kickass things. That I get to be by her side.”

He chokes on the last words, and you sob harder. He’d been in love with you this whole time? God, you were a pair of fools, tearfully holding each other in a cell.

“It’s you, Seokjin,” your eyes glimmer with realization, melting into his soft touch. “I love you too. I’ve always loved you.”

His lips surge towards yours, and you meet him halfway. There are no shy brushes, no chaste pecks. You’re kissing your best friend. Like really kissing him, and sparks erupt underneath your skin. The air around you crackles with electricity, but there’s a warmth in your chest. One that feels like you’ve finally come home.

Seokjin’s fingers dig into your waist, pulling you closer to him. Your airy sigh is the cue he needs to deepen the kiss, tilting his head and slipping his tongue inside, and you let out a small whimper, digging your fingers into the hair at the back of his neck.

A loud clatter breaks you apart with a jolt, and you look to see something has fallen out of Seokjin’s pocket.

“Where did you get this?”

Seokjin pulls away with a huge grin, his lips red from kissing for so long. “You love me.”

“I do,” you giggle, smoothing his ruffled hair.

“I’ve had that sitting in my pocket since I got the suit. I went to see Ryujin that day. Turns out it wasn’t Ryujin, but She-Babe in disguise.”

You gape at him. “Are you for real?”

Diving back in, you press a series of tiny pecks to his face, watching the tips of his ears turn red.

“You. Are. A. Genius.”

The cell bars are no match for the lipstick laser, the metal melting away. You and Seokjin step out of the holding, and he looks at you quizzically, silently asking what’s next.

Taking your hand in his, you explain: “We have a gala to save.”

Darken swings around in the office chair, staring gleefully at your boss’ computer. The download was nearly complete, and soon he’d be among the wealthiest men in the world.

“I winnnn,” he says in a sing-song voice. “I win!!!!”

In the corner, She-Babe rolls her eyes. She’d done over half the work.

The door opens with a loud bang, and Darken turns around, looking for the intruder. His face pales in shock when he sees you, Seokjin, and Odeng waiting for him, stern looks on your face,

“Not so fast, Darken.”

“She-Babe, attack!” Darken screams. She sighs heavily before jumping into action.

“You two can’t get enough of me, can you? Say, maybe we should set this all aside, spend time together in some other way….”

“Over my dead body,” you punch her square in the face.

“Have it your way,” she growls.

The office lights up with green flames and bolts from the lipstick laser, the weapons creating a terrifying backdrop to the macabre dance that ensues between you and She-Babe. You wrestle on the ground, taking turns pinning each other down and Darken watches with glee.

Seokjin, on the other hand, is confident he doesn’t have anything to worry about.

“Boo-yah! That’s my girlfriend,” he cheers you on, jumping up and down. You pause the fight momentarily, looking up at him, your eyes widening in disbelief. He smiles shyly, giving you a thumbs up, but the moment is interrupted by She-Babe clipping the side of your head.

“Love makes me sick,” she groans.

“Funny, you make me sicker.” And with that final declaration, you knock her out, a sucker punch to the throat. But it’s too late. The download is nearly complete, with only fifteen seconds remaining. Not nearly enough time to crack the code.

“Nice try,” Darken taunts, eyes gleaming when he watches the countdown go down.

All of a sudden, the computer screen shuts off, turning black.

“NOOOOOOOO,” Darken yells, falling to his knees. “What happened?”

“You forgot the third member of our team.” Seokjin gives Darken a smug smile, pointing underneath the table. Odeng stands there next to a chewed-up wire.

“You’re finished, Darken.”

“I’ll be back,” he screams, wagging a finger at you. From behind, a helicopter approaches. He drags She-Babe on board.

“This isn’t the last you’ve heard of meeee!”

Eventually, the helicopter disappears, becoming nothing more than a speck in the distance. Seokjin chuckles at the mess surrounding you.

“I sure hope your boss has good insurance ___.”

You beam at him, the giddiness you’d felt earlier during the kiss returning tenfold. He loved you. And you loved him. The hazy air blows around you, the city lights twinkling out the window. The moment is magical, the perfect end to your summer. Until you hear a squeak from behind you.

“Odengie!” You coo. “Good job, baby! You did so well.”

“He’s honestly saved our asses more than I can count,” Seokjin grins.

Odeng continues to squeak, backing away until he runs out the door.

“ODENG!” Seokjin yells, running to catch him.

“Wait for me!” You rush after the two of them, your laughter echoing into the night air.

After chasing Odeng, the two of you find yourself back at the gala building, breathless and slightly exhausted from tonight’s events.

Your pager goes off, and you look down to see a thumbs-up message from Won-sik. The faint strings of a guitar can be heard, and you smile. The music’s back on, which means that Won-sik succeeded in undoing Darken’s sound waves. Everyone would be alright.

Stepping towards the threshold, you pause. In the midst of everything that had happened, you’d forgotten about one thing. Han. He’d been so kind to you tonight, offering to be your company. You didn’t want to lead him on any longer now that you and Seokjin stood on the same page.

Something interrupts your field of vision, and you turn to see Seokjin offering you his arm. Despite his rough appearance, he looks like a complete gentleman, and you curse yourself for taking so long to realize that he was the one for you, and he’d been right by your side the entire time.

“Won-sik said no one remembers being knocked out,” he whispers. “Which means that if you want, we can restart the night over. The way it should have been in the first place.”

Linking your arm through his, you press a kiss to his cheek. “I’d love that.”

The two of you make your way back into the ballroom, the guests continuing to chatter away and drink their champagne. DTS is still up on the stage, with W taking the mic. He hums the first few notes before launching a slower, more romantic song.

Seokjin gives you a look of anticipation, silently asking if you want to dance, but there’s something else you have to do first. You give him a wave, telling him you’ll be back, and approach the one person you need to talk to, standing alone by the bar.

“Hey,” you say, and Han turns towards you. “How are you?”

“Doing fine,” Han smiles, and it doesn’t reach all the way up to his eyes. That’s when you remember he probably watched you walk in, arm in arm with Seokjin.

“Han, you’ve been wonderful. Amazing really. I couldn’t have asked for a better date to come to the gala. And I’m saying this because I don’t want to lead you on and because you deserve someone who’ll love you back as much as you love them.”

“Someone like Seokjin-hyung?” he asks, and your face pales. He places a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “I kind of always knew there was something in between you two… I guess I thought I could just change your mind. But I can’t, can I?

Your eyes become cloudy, and you hate yourself for breaking his heart. “I’m so sorry, Han.”

“It’s alright, ___.” Han’s smile is full of nothing but warmth and acceptance. “You should go. He’s waiting for you.”

You follow his finger behind you, a few feet away, where Seokjin stands against a pillar, a worried look on his face.

Wiping your tears, you wish him well and watch as he approaches another girl by the bar, striking up a conversation with her.

Seokjin doesn’t even wait a second before rushing to your side, wrapping his arms around your waist, asking if you’re okay.

“I’ll be fine,” you sigh, nuzzling into the space between his neck and shoulder. “We’ll all be fine.”

Behind you, W slows down, finishing and launching into another slow song, carried by the live band’s instrumentals.

Seokjin knows he doesn’t even have to ask, but he’s been waiting for this moment all summer. “Dance with me?”

Your face lights up again, and he swears he wants to see you smile at him like that for the rest of his life. But right here, and right now, this was enough.

The two of you sway with each other for a while, eyes closed and enjoying the music. You relish the feel of Seokjin’s strong body against yours, holding you tightly. He’d always been a safe place for you. First as your best friend, then as your partner, and now as your boyfriend. The future no longer seemed like it would be full of unfulfilled dreams and regrets but happy memories and smiles, all born from the love between you two.

W croons the last note, bowing and thanking everyone for their time, and your eyes finally open. Seokjin looks down at you fondly, and you realize you weren’t dreaming. This was real, and he was finally yours.

“Let’s get out of here,” he grins.

The Uber ride back to his apartment is full of anticipation, the two of you holding your breath as you watch the lights pass you. The driver says nothing about the way you lean your head against his shoulder or how Seokjin’s arm curves around your waist possessively, instead bidding you good night with a mischievous smile.

“What was that all about?” you mumble against him in the elevator.

“___.” Your name sounds different coming from Seokjin’s lips. His voice is lower, a rasp present, and you shiver, even though it’s warm outside. “You didn’t think the night would be over so soon, did you? I have more planned.”

“Oh yeah,” you challenge him, now wide awake. “Tell me about it.”

“I’d rather show you,” he smirks.

Ignoring your squeak of protest, Seokjin leans in, smashing his lips against yours. The kiss is frenzied, picking back up right where you left off last time, except there’ll be no interruptions this time. The floors go up, up, up, but you fail to notice, focused only on how his tongue slips into your mouth.

Groaning, Seokjin feels for the slit in your dress, pushing your thigh around his waist. The change in position means you feel every solid muscle of his against your body, and your hips move of their own accord, grinding down wherever you can.

“Fuck,” he groans. “You look so hot in this dress. I could have come in my pants the first time I saw you in it.”

His filthy words tease a whine from your throat, pulling him back towards you. The two of you make out for what seems like hours, even though the elevator up to his floor is only a few short minutes. You separate, and Seokjin looks sin incarnate: hair tousled, flushed skin, and swollen lips. You’re unable to take your eyes off him as he leads you down the hallway, fumbling with the code on his door.

His flustered antics make you smile but also cause a strange heat to unfurl in your belly; you had some idea of what would happen tonight, but you hadn’t really thought before about what Seokjin was like in bed. The lock finally opens, and Seokjin stumbles in, dragging you behind him.

He reaches into his pocket, and your face pales. “Shit. We forgot about Odengie.”

The two of you burst into quiet laughter, careful not to wake the sleeping sugar glider as Seokjin puts him to bed. He’s so gentle and cautious with Odeng, and you feel love bloom in your chest just looking at the two of them, wondering how you’d gotten so lucky.

“Okay, where were we?”

. . .

Seokjin thinks he must be dreaming. No, he’s pretty sure tonight is all just one perfect dream that’ll be gone as soon as he wakes up in the morning. Because the Seokjin at the beginning of the summer could never have imagined a situation like this.

Sinking to your knees, you look up at him through heavy-lidded lashes, reaching out to fish out his cock from his briefs. Your eyes widen when it springs forward.

“How the fuck,” you breathe heavily. “Is that supposed to fit inside me?”

You think he’s going to crack another dad joke, expecting to hear his windshield wiper laugh any moment now. But Seokjin’s eyes are dark, dilated with lust. The way he towers over you makes you shrink under his intense gaze, and you feel your core throb with need.

He bends down slightly, roughly turning your face up towards him. His thumb rubs against your swollen lips, smearing your dark lipstick all over your face.

“You’ll take what I give you, baby.” He says stormily. “Every inch of it. Now suck.”

The dominance in his tone has you clenching around nothing, clit pulsing with desire at this newfound side of him. Your lips wrap tentatively around his head, giving small kitten licks as you make your way upwards.

“Ughhh, that’s it, keep going, baby.” His groans spur you to become bolder, opening to engulf his entire girth in your mouth. You can feel wetness soak your panties underneath your dress, running messily down your thighs. You decide to continue like this for a while, taking more and more of his length each time, until your nose presses against the fine hairs of his happy trail. You moan around his cock, and the vibrations make him curse.

“Holy fuck, ___, you take me so well, babe. If your mouth feels this good, I can’t wait to know what your pussy feels like.”

You pull off his cock with a pop!, wide eyes looking up at him. The desire within you could no longer be contained, and you finally decide to give in, letting go of all your inhibitions.

“Fuck me, please, Seokjin, want to choke on your cock so bad.”

No sooner than the plea comes out of your mouth, Seokjin shoves his cock back inside, pushing until he feels the muscles of your throat contract around him.

“Fuuuck, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do this.” His hand comes down to pull at your hair, leaving you limp and at his mercy completely. His hips piston, pushing his cock in and out of your mouth, going deeper every single time until you feel tears prick at the corner of your lids.

“Look at you, my pretty little cockslut. If I had known you loved sucking dick this much, I would have made sure your mouth was full of it every day.”

His taunts make you quiver, your wanton moans edging him to keep going. The need in your core has become overwhelming, and you slip your fingers under your dress, pushing your panties to the side.

Seokjin notices you falter on his cock, looking down to see you rubbing at your swollen bud, grinding back and forth against your fingers. Cute, he thinks. But it wasn’t gonna fly. The only way he wanted you coming was around his cock.

You can feel yourself coming close, close, close, until Seokjin’s arms wrap around you, pulling you off his cock sharply.

“Noooo,” you beg. “Please, I was so close.”

“Tough luck, babe. Now let me see what’s under that dress.”

The green satin cascades to the floor, revealing you clad in only a pair of black lace panties.

“On the bed,’ Seokjin commands, hovering over your prone figure.

Leaning back, you melt into his soft pillows, your entire body relaxed and on display for him. His lips ghost over your own, teasing you, before moving to press hungry kisses down your neck and the tops of your breasts. Your nipples ache, begging for his touch, and he reads you immediately, swirling his fingers over the buds before giving the left one a sharp tug. A broken moan leaves your lips.

“More, please. I need more.”

He wastes no time; one hand pulls at your nipple while the other ghosts between your legs, pulling at your panties until you hear a rip!

“Hey!” you protest but are promptly silenced by one of his fingers on your lips and two others shoved into your wet cunt.

“Mmph!” you whine, arousal gushing from you as he thrusts his fingers in and out, curling them inside you to hook against your walls. “I’m gonna come!”

Your back arches when he presses against a specific spot, rubbing circles against your clit at the same time and the familiar burn of your orgasm begins to rise, building in your stomach.

Only to be violently ripped away again. Your eyes are wet, tears streaming down your face from the ruined orgasms, and Seokjin pushes the sweaty strands of hair from your face.

“I’m gonna fuck you now,” he says, and his tone is no longer the same menacing dominant one. It’s petered out to a more gentle one, one that signifies that he’ll take care of you.

You can hear your heart racing, watching him slip away to roll on a condom. When he returns, he pauses, eyes boring into yours, asking for permission to keep going.

You stroke his cheeks, nodding your consent. “I love you.”

“I love you too ___. Always have and always will.”

He pushes into you slowly, groaning when he feels your walls widening to accommodate him. The two of you stay there for a few moments, catching your breath before you tell him it’s okay to move. His hips snap lazily against yours, fucking you slowly and deeply, the wet sounds of your arousal the only thing you can hear.

This time, you don’t feel the same burning need you had the two times before. Instead, your orgasm washes over you gently, like a wave lapping at the shore. You float breathlessly on a high, Seokjin following you not long after.

You remain entangled together, Seokjin’s shallow breaths fanning against your neck until you decide to break the silence.

“Where did that come from? I never knew you were so hot.”

“___, you’re kidding, right? You’re the hottest girl I’ve ever seen.”

“Shut up, Kim.”

“Make me.”

. . .

You wake to cold sheets, Seokjin’s warm presence no longer next to you. Rubbing your eyes, you call out for him but hear nothing.

Making your way out of bed, you stretch your sore muscles, flushing as you remember last night with Seokjin. When you walk into the living room, he’s nowhere to be found, the TV blaring. Frantic, you look all over for your phone, sighing in relief when you see a text from him.

“Went out to go get breakfast.”

Relieved that he hasn’t abandoned you, you take a seat on his couch, turning on the TV. A news Channel immediately pops up, and much to your surprise, they’re reporting on the events of last night. Nothing is mentioned of Darken or you and Seokjin; instead, it focuses mainly on the break-in and cyber-attack at the office. What does relieve you is the mention of the real Ryujin, who was rescued and returned safe and sound.

The door clicks faintly, Seokjin walking in to see you focused on the screen.

“You know,” he drawls out. “Maybe it was a relief She-Babe tricked me in the first place, or else Ryujin would be sitting here right now.”

You smirk to yourself, the food’s scent permeating your nostrils and making you hungry.

“Please, there’s no one else who’d spend the weekend with you eating Nacho Loco. Let’s be real.”

Seokjin walks up to you, pressing a kiss into your messy hair.

“Maybe you’re right. So, what else are we going to do on this fine weekend morning besides inhaling greasy breakfast burritos?”

Rolling your eyes, you slap his arm.

“I’m still sore from last night, don’t get any ideas.”

The look on his face is smug, but he pulls you into a hug.

“We can do anything now; we have all the time in the world.”

His declaration is immediately followed by the tune of your pager beeping. The two of you look at each other in mock horror before you open up the pager.

“Hey Won-sik, what’s the sitch?” Seokjin is the one to answer with your signature line.

“Seokjin??? But this is ___’s pager; what’s going on? Ohhhhhh…. Oh! Holy shit! You guys did it; you actually got together!”

His excited screams echo through the receiver, the two of you listening on, knowing another mission awaits.

“There go our plans,” you sigh.

“Wrong! There’s no one else I’d rather save the world with. You ready, ___?”

“Let the first joint team Kim-___ mission begin.”

A/N pt 2: As always, any feedback or comments are much appreciated, but I appreciate you all anyway. Lots of love, Isi 💜

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beomcoups · 2 years

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Cool For The Summer

*Festivaled Away: Hot Boy Summer hosted by @bangtanbathhouse

-ticket: traveling//vacation

-main event: bubblegum (hot girl summer)

-games: food play

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: pool boy!Taehyung x reader

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut, pwp

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: r (18+)

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: swearing, kissing, masturbating, oral (giving and receiving), pet names, dirty talk, throat grabbing, food play, clit stimulation, cursing, poo/outdoor sex, standing sex

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 1.3k

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You are determined to enjoy your summer, and Taehyung wants to help.

𝐀𝐍: a massive thank you to @sugakookitty, @playmetheclassics and @baljinciaga for looking over this for me and dealing with my shite grammar.

Cool for the summer. That’s what’s on your mind as you lounge around at the pool. You’ve worked hard, getting high marks on your exams and having a perfect attendance record at your internship. You deserve to have this vacation in the Hamptons, spending your summer in the affluent seaside communities of New York City.

You aren’t rich by any means; you lucked up finding this house thanks to your mom’s client. The house would be empty for a few months, and they needed someone to take care of the pets while they were gone. You figured you could enjoy yourself while you’re here. The plus side? The house came with a hot pool boy named Taehyung.

Your flight came in late, and you wanted to go for a swim. You didn’t feel like changing into your bikini, so you decided to go in naked. You felt free swimming in the cool water, washing away the jet lag you felt from traveling over a thousand miles across the country from your university. You weren’t expecting to find an attractive guy standing at the edge of the pool with a towel in hand. “Who are you??” you question, hiding your breasts with your hands. “What’s up? I’m the pool boy,” he hands you a towel. “Taehyung.” To say you are embarrassed is an understatement. You quickly thank him for the towel and run into the house, your ass exposed as it wasn’t big enough to cover you. However, a small smile forms on your face at the thought of someone so hot seeing you naked.

You thought about Taehyung every night after that, pleasuring yourself to the thought of him fucking you on the chaise lounge chair outside for everyone to see. You’d watch him enter and leave the cabana, longing for him to be inside of you instead.

Today you decide to go for a swim—with clothes this time. “Hi there,” Taehyung approaches you, drink in hand. “It’s about time you finally came out.” You thank him, taking the drink and a sip after. It tastes sweet like strawberries and banana bubblegum blended to perfection, great for combating the summer heat. “I’ve been busy,” you state. “Now I finally have some time to relax.” “Ah, ok. I thought you were avoiding me because I saw you naked.” You want to facepalm yourself. Even though it's a blooming hell of an introduction, you would’ve chosen to announce yourself differently.

Taehyung rakes his fingers through his luscious black hair. You take the opportunity to examine his facial features. His clear-tanned skin seems to glow as bright as his smile and his intense stare penetrates your skin like the sun’s piercing ray. However, his orbs still hold a hint of gentleness deep within their brown irises. He’s sporting a black shirt and swim shorts, his physique outlined perfectly enough that your mind starts racing about you being underneath him.

“I promise I wasn’t doing that,” you smile behind your white lie. “I’m going to finally get in the water. Thanks for the drink.” You set it down on the table and make your way towards the pool entrance. “Maybe you should join me.”

Feeling bold, you tap your feet playfully first before completely submerging yourself in the cool water. You allow yourself to get adjusted before going under, your body and water becoming one as you swim around the deep pool.

As you go under, you can feel his eyes on you, and you don’t bother to hide your smirk. When you emerge and see Taehyung entering the water shirtless, your ego is more stroked. You got him right where you want him: hooked, lined, and sinker. “What are you doing?” You feign ignorance. He swims until he is close to you. “Joining you, like you suggested.” You lean back against the pool's ledge as he stops in front of you. His hands find your waist, moving you closer to him until your body is pressed against his.

“Don’t be shy now,” he whispers. “I’m not shy,” you say hotly. “Prove it.” You kiss him, your carnal lust taking over as your body gives into him. He obliges, undoing your bikini top until your breasts are free, massaging your nipples as your tongues swirl in each other’s mouths. You play at the hem of his swim shorts, pulling them down with some effort until you feel his length pop out free underwater. Your eyes widen at how big he is, and arousal pools in your center at the thought of him inside of you. “You’re eager,” he chuckles. “You must really want some dick.” He lifts your leg up, adjusting your bikini bottoms to the side before he enters your heat. You both moan in unison. The satisfaction of having each other in this position proves to be much better than you anticipated. “You know I heard you up there,” he kisses you and fucks you slowly. “I know you were thinking of me while playing with your tight pussy.” You don’t bother trying to deny it; your finger is settled nicely on your clit, and you don’t care about anything but being dicked down by him. Taehyung deepens his kiss. He thrusts into you deeper, and your body fully awakens as your walls clench around him. “Yeah,” he grunts. “Be a good girl and keep moaning my name like that.” Your nails dig into the back of his neck. You scream his name and turn into a whimpering mess as you reach your climax.

“Coming already?” His voice is dark, and he increases his pace. “We are just getting started.” Taehyung pulls out of you slowly, leading you out of the pool and laying you on the lounging chair. He grabs the drink you left and pours it slowly over your breasts, giving you chills as the juice travels down your stomach. His tongue swirls around your nipples, jolts of electricity and pleasure spreading throughout your body. Your bottoms are pulled off, with Taehyung leaving soft kisses against your thighs before ravishing your sweet core.

“What a pretty sight,” he hummed against your pussy.

Your mind goes blank as pleasure overtakes your body, you grip on his hair as the coil snaps in your stomach. He sucks the juices out of you, his lips smacking loudly like you were the best thing he ever tasted. “God, you’re going to suck me dry,” you moan.

Your legs shake and you collapse on the chair. Taehyung rises up slowly, his hand stroking his large cock. Precum drips from it slowly like honey, looking delectable and making you want a taste. Despite being ripe with sensitivity, you still want him, specifically his cock in your mouth. “Can I taste it?” You lick your lips. “Of course, sweetheart.” You open your mouth wide, your tongue sticking out as he slides in a long stroke. Your reflexes are strong, allowing him to fuck your throat roughly. You two make eye contact, and he bites his lip, singing sweet praises while your hand travels down to your core. Still sensitive, you rub yourself softly, jolts of electricity pulsing through your legs. “Fuck,” his breath is shaky. “Can't wait to blow my load and fill this pretty little mouth of yours.”

His hand sneaks towards your throat, his thrusts faster and rougher. Saliva spreads around his thick shaft, your mouth full of him as he pulls closer to release. “Gonna fucking fill your mouth with my cum,” he grits his teeth. Taehyung pulls out, stroking himself until white drops spurt on your tongue and cover your face. He slides into your mouth one last time, his load filling your mouth quickly as you swallow him. He tastes sweet, like the drink you had earlier. You keep bopping your head until he pulls out, lifting up your face and leaving a kiss. “I’m going to have fun with you all summer.”

#btsgoldnet #btshoneyhive #bangtanbathhouse #bangtansorciere #kvanity #kwritersworldnet #ksmutclub #bts fanfic #bts imagines #bts scenarious #festivaledaway #bts smut #bts pwp #taehyung fanfic #taehyung smut

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hobeemin · 2 years

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bad habits

💖 genre: smut, pwp, angst, maybe a sprinkle of fluff

💖 pairing: fuckboi!jung hoseok x (f) poc reader (nicknamed Treasure) feat. jeon jungkook

💖 rating: 18+

💖 warning(s): swearing, insecurity, mentions of drinking at a party, mention of vomiting, arguing, dirty talk, pet names, unprotected sex, fingering, handjob, kissing, creampie, okay i finally added some fluff in here

💖 word count: 2.6k

💖 credit(s): @cremeandsuga thank you for letting me use your name maya! @playmetheclassics for beta reading this mini series for me 💜💜💜 @sugakookitty for assisting with my banner and some suggestions for this fic as well as my homies at @btsblackcreatorsociety 💜💙💜💙

resources for banner found here ~ 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

💖 a/n: welp i’m back with the final part to this...trilogy of sorts. check out when you were mine and jealous of you. all will make sense. hope yall enjoy!!

❃ Festivaled Away: wine and spirits hosted by madame kez @kimnjss @bangtanbathhouse

⤞ Ticket: rooftop drinks

⤞ Main Event: drunken confessions

💖 < 💖 > 💖

“I love you, Treasure.”

She blinked slowly at the drunk man draped over the couch. Arms crossed, she stared hard at him. So many emotions crossed her face from those four words he slurred.

This couldn’t be.

She made it clear that she was done with him the last time she saw him.

So why did that make her heart ache?

No matter how hard Y/N tried, Hoseok managed to wiggle himself back into her life.

This particular night, she was getting dressed to meet Jungkook to celebrate his team winning their summer championship. Y/N stood in the full-length mirror, finishing up the last touches of her makeup as her roommate entered from the bathroom.

“You almost finished?”

Y/N concentrated as she flicked the mascara wand over her lashes. “Uh huh, one minute.”

Maya grabbed her purse off the counter as she walked to the door to grab her shoes. “You don’t want Jungkook waiting. Let’s move it Y/N.”

Y/N scrambled, swiping lipstick over her lips, and ran over with her wristlet. “Alright. Alright. We can leave.”

“About time,” Maya chastised.

Y/N rolled her eyes as she followed her out the door. “I wasn’t taking that long.”

Maya shot her a look making Y/N giggle. “Okay good point.”

By the time they reached the party, it was in full swing. Maya grabbed Y/N’s hand, weaving through the crowd. She pointed up to the entrance leading to the rooftop, and they climbed the few flights of stairs.

String lights wrapped around the poles as people danced, drank, and chatted around the bar. Most of the basketball team was already there. He was leaning against a pole nursing a red solo cup. The two friends walked over to him.

His shy grin formed as he stared at Y/N. He gave a tiny wave as the other people around him acknowledged them .

“Congrats on the win Kookie,” Y/N said with a smile.

“Thanks. Happy you came out tonight.”

Maya snorted. “I had to drag her out of the apartment practically. She was taking too long cause she wanted to look cute–”

“Okay! Thanks, Maya. Let’s get something to drink, yeah.”

Jungkook laughed with a nod. “Yeah, please go help yourselves. We’ll be over here.”

They went to the bar, waiting to be served as Y/N reached over and pinched Maya. She yelped, grabbing her arm.

“What the hell, Y/N?”

“Embarrass me, why don’t you.”

She scoffed but smirked. “Listen. You and Jungkook have been dancing around for the last few months. Just start dating already!”

Y/N bit down on her lip as Maya ordered their drinks. Damn, she was right. Y/N liked Jungkook, and it seemed he felt the same way too, but something was holding her back from taking the next step.

“It’s not that simple, Maya.”

“Bullshit,” she snapped, handing her a drink. “I know why you're scared, but we're not gonna go there tonight. Let’s just enjoy the evening.”

Y/N sighed but spread a smile across her face as she found Jungkook sitting next to him as they chatted. After a few drinks, Y/N walked over to the roof's edge and leaned against the railing, watching the city's lights flicker in the summer night's heat.

I wonder what–

Her phone vibrated, bringing her from her thoughts, and she pulled it out of her back pocket, glancing at the number. Her eyes widened in surprise before sliding the button on and pressing it to her ear.

“Hello?”

“Y/N? This Y/N Y/L/N, right?”

“Yeah. Yoongi? Is this you?”

“Yeah. Hey. Sorry about the random call, but–”

A voice in the background interrupted, making Y/N grip her phone tighter.

“I-Is that Y/N?! Lemme speak to her!”

She could hear Yoongi cover the mouthpiece as a growl passed his lips.

“Shut the fuck up, Hobi!”

Speak of the devil.

Y/N glanced down at her nails until Yoongi spoke up again.

“Sorry about that. I was supposed to be at the party long ago, but we pregamed, and Hobi went a little too hard. He’s in no shape to go out now.”

She could hear the bitterness in his voice.

“So why call me?”

Yoongi sighed heavily before dropping his voice. “He won’t stop asking for you, Y/N. Like in tears currently.”

Her stomach clenched. She needed to harden up.

She was over him.

Right?

“What do you want me to do?”

“I’m leaving that up to you to decide, Y/N.”

“Let me speak to her, Yoongi!!!”

“Shut up, Hobi!”

Her shoulders dropped in realization. “I’ll see you soon.” She clicked the phone off, placed it in her back pocket, and walked back to Maya.

Her friend wasn’t too happy to hear about this new development.

“I love you, Y/N, but this is stupid…really stupid. Just be careful and call me if you need anything or need a quick exit.”

She promised, wishing Jungkook a quick goodbye as his happy expression dropped. Maybe it wasn’t in the books for them to ever be together. But Y/N needed this closure with Hoseok; otherwise, she’d never be able to move on.

Yoongi opened the door quickly, giving Y/N a smile of relief.

“Thanks for stopping by,” he opened the door wider, letting her enter. “I didn’t think you would come, but I wouldn’t blame you if you hadn’t shown up.”

“I almost didn’t,” she muttered, taking her shoes off by the door. She followed Yoongi further into the apartment to the living space. He raised his brow, staring at the couch.

“Hobi was just here. Probably in the bathroom.”

Yoongi shook his head, shooting Y/N a look of apology. “You going to be okay?”

She nodded, crossing her arms. “Yeah. Go on. It’s fine.”

“Thanks. I don’t want Azul to be waiting too long.”

“She definitely won’t like that.”

They both laughed and waved as he walked out the door. Once the door closed, her attention turned back as the door to the left opened; the man stumbled in, mumbling to himself. He fell onto the couch, draping his arm over his face. It wasn’t until Y/N cleared her throat that Hoseok opened his eyes. He stared at her with bloodshot eyes until the gears turned in his head.

“What the fuck?!”

“Hi to you too, Hoseok.”

He rubbed his eyes in disbelief. “Where’d you come from?”

She sat in the chair opposite him placing her purse on the end table. “Yoongi called me, and I decided to come over.”

He scoffed, rolling his head to gaze at the ceiling. “Why? You made it clear you didn’t want to see me again.”

Y/N thinned her lips, glaring at him. Okay, he did have a point, and after that incident on Valentine’s Day, she broke all ties with him. So why did she come over here?

“True. I was angry. But you have to understand the reasons behind it, Hoseok.”

He cut his eyes to her, burping softly. “I’m too drunk for this.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, getting up and going into the kitchen. She emerged moments later, tossing a bottle of water into his lap. He groaned, looking down at it.

“Drink. I may not have those feelings for you, but I don’t want you getting sick again.”

He twisted the top off, taking a long sip. Wiping his mouth, he gave her a nod. “Thanks, Y/N.”

“Yeah.”

The quiet fell between them; the only sounds were from the clock on the wall. He bit his bottom before speaking up again.

“Do you hate me?”

She blinked a few times before speaking again. “Hate you? Why would I hate you?”

“Because you act like I don’t exist.”

“You don’t…at least in my mind…but you’re as much to blame in this.”

He groaned, pinching his nose. She could tell he was getting frustrated. Well, too bad, and it was time he felt the way she had.

Suddenly a song began to play on his phone. Y/N sat there in silence, listening as Hoseok closed his eyes, humming along with the lyrics. When it stopped, she shrugged, looking at him.

“What was that for?”

“It made me think of you,” he answered.

“Oh.”

He met her gaze with a simple smirk. “Don’t you think it describes us?”

She shook her head. “No…”

He chuckled softly. “Liar.”

Unhappiness filled her eyes. “You confuse me so much.”

Confusion crossed his face. “Why? I can’t miss you, Y/N. Cause I do. Every day sucks without you in it. Don’t you miss me?”

“You had an odd way of showing it, Hoseok. I was there as a convenience for you, and that’s it. So don’t bullshit with me about missing me and wanting to be back.”

She crossed her arms, staring at the floor. “So no, I can’t miss someone who put me through all that.”

“I’m sorry. Fuck, I just…I don’t know what I was thinking–”

“Nothing.”

“You pulled me in…Treasure…I just couldn’t stop myself.”

Y/N felt the thickness in her throat return. She shook her head furiously. “That’s not fair. That’s fucking wrong, and you know it.” Placing her head in her hands, she wanted to sob, but she promised herself she’d never shed any tears over this man again.

He could see the pain and stress he caused. Hoseok dropped to his knees and crawled over Y/N. Kneeling in front of her, he wanted to comfort her.

“Y/N–”

“If I’m being honest, betrayal was the biggest emotion I felt when it comes to you. Like you didn’t care when we were together, but the second I get with Jungkook, you feel some type of way.”

“Okay. I’m an asshole. You know it, and I do too, but it doesn’t change how I feel about you, Y/N.”

“What are you talking about, Hoseok?”

She made eye contact with him, and he reached for her hand. She nodded, and he squeezed it gently.

“I love you, Treasure. How can I fix this?”

She searched his face for any reassurance. “By giving me the last few months of my life back.”

He frowned, feeling the ache in his chest. “That’s not fair, Y/N. I’m trying.”

“Only after getting drunk,” she spat.

Rejection crossed his face. “I know, but aren’t drunk feelings what we truly feel?”

She snorted at the comment. He was trying too hard. “If this is your way of getting me back, you’re failing.”

His fingers brushing over her hands was comforting. Why was she letting this man wiggle his way back into her life? Deep down, she knew the outcome, but she had said it before: Jung Hoseok was her drug of choice.

Would it be different this time?

“If…if I did agree to this, we have to establish some boundaries, Hoseok. I’m serious. Or I walk away,” she explained.

He bobbed his head. “I understand and will try to be the best person I can be. I want you to be happy and make sure you’re smiling…always.”

She sniffed as he wrapped her in his arms. “It’s okay, Treasure. It’s okay.”

He lifted her chin, staring into her eyes with admiration and adoration. He caressed her cheek with his thumb lightly.

“I want nothing more than to kiss you right now.”

“What’s stopping you?” she taunted.

Hoseok let out a noise of desire before brushing his lips across hers. “I miss kissing you,” he murmured.

Y/N gripped his shoulders as he pulled her flush to him, making her fall to the floor. Her tongue begged entrance, and she opened her mouth to grant access. Her eyes were fiery. She sat up, working on unzipping his pants.

Y/N purred, seeing his exposed skin once again. Beautiful as it was before. She ran her hands along his chest.

"Much better."

Hoseok growled, pushing his hips against her. He kissed her neck softly as his hands found her breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples. She let out a chorus of purrs, grinding her hips against his. His bulge rubbed on her inner thigh, causing her to moan more. Her hands stroked the front of his briefs, teasing the outline of his length.

"Someone's excited," she teased playfully.

Her hand slid inside his boxers to touch and caress his shaft, making her way to the head. Precum already coating the tip.

Hoseok panted at her touches. She drew another moan past his lips.

"Still a tease, I see," he accused while tugging her bra off.

He took a nipple in his mouth, suckling it gently while his fingers rolled and pinched the other free one. His fingers moved from her nipple down her body. He admired each curve and dip on her as his hand explored and remembered them all too well. He reached for her underwear, toying with the elastic band while suckling on her neck's crook. Hoseok groaned, feeling the heat radiate. Hungry for more, he pulled the underwear to the side and traced the outline of her lower lips before finding her clit, rubbing it gently with his thumb.

He tugged on her earlobe as he slipped his finger from her pussy. Smirking, he licked the juices off his finger. Making her clench.

"Delicious," he whispered licking his lips.

“I need you, Hoseok,” she whispered.

He nodded as she straddled him with ease. Her lips crashed against him as she lowered herself down on him. He immediately hit her at an angle that made her whimper, but it felt fantastic.

Hoseok could see the lust reflected in her eyes equally matched his. He relaxed into the pleasure, enjoying the moment, watching her body lift and stroke him. He secretly thanked the universe for bringing them back together. His hands touched and caressed every inch of Y/N's body he could reach. He set on resting his hands on her hips, pulling her body more against his, meeting the rhythm with each thrust. The intensity of their gaze grew. Each knowing the time would come where they'd release all the pent-up emotions. Her body warmed with the telltale signs.

"H-Hoseok," she whimpered.

He shuddered, knowing the time had come. "Treasure."

Sitting up, he gripped her passionately, jerking his hips against hers as they orgasmed, her cries muffled and lost to the confines of his mouth as he coated her walls with white until it slipped past her lips filling her to the brim.

Spent, Hoseok sank back to the floor, dragging Y/N with him. Their breaths slowed down as he held her close as they fell asleep.

The water dripped down his back as he leaned over, hands on the wall. Regret and sorrow crossed his features. Her words echoed in his mind as the steam wrapped him in an embrace.

Why did she have such a hold on him?

He’d woken hours later, and luckily Yoongi hadn’t returned home. He put Y/N on the couch, covered by a blanket, and went to shower.

So many thoughts plagued his mind. He did love her. But did she love him?

His muscles tensed as he felt another presence join him in the shower. He sighed in relief as Y/N encircled her arms around his waist. She kissed his shoulder, resting her head on his back.

“I was worried when you weren’t there,” she mumbled into his back.

He smiled softly, shaking his head. “No, just showering.”

He twisted to look at her bending down to kiss her lips. “You alright?”

“Now I am.”

“I’ll wash your back,” he offered.

She nodded as he grabbed an extra washcloth. He ran it down her back gently. Y/N let out a sound of pleasure as he continued to wash her.

“Hobi?”

His eyes widened; it was the first time she had called him that in months.

“Yes, Treasure?”

“I love you too.”

His heart swelled as he kissed her forehead. “I love you too.”

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ressjeon · 2 years

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❃ Festivaled Away: Burning Memories Music Festival hosted by @bangtanbathhouse

⤞ Ticket: Era of Music

⤞ Main Events: Your Favorite MV Moment

⤞ Games: Blood, Sweat, and Tears

DISCLAIMER: i do not own these photos, all credit goes to the rightful owners: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

#festivaledaway #bangtanbathhouse #jimin #park jimin #bts jimin #bts moodboard #bts layout #bts edits #jimin moodboard #park jimin moodboard #clubjimin #clubzerooclock #bangtanarmynet #bts layouts #bangtan moodboard #bangtan #bts #bst

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dawnagustd · 2 years

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SURPRISE! || KTH

❃ Festivaled Away: Daredevil Week hosted by @bangtanbathhouse

⤞ Ticket: Adrenaline Rush ⤞ Main Event: A Dare ⤞ Games: Exhibitionism

⤞ title: SURPRISE! for @kithtaehyung ⤞ pairing: taehyung x female reader ⤞ genre: smut | established relationship ⤞ summary: Your boyfriend is sending you nudes, again... And also helping you discover hidden kinks? ⤞ word count: 1.5k ⤞ warnings: taehyung with the gold chains | female masturbation | exhibitionism | praise kink | dom!taehyung | sub!reader | phone sex | voice kink | teasing | a little begging | dirty talk | nudes | erotic humiliation | finger sucking | orgasm control | a little obedience play? | Sir kink | pet names | idk if it classifies as a plot twist but yeah...to be safe. ⤞ rating: 18+ ⤞ a/n: Happy Birthday to one of my bestest friends!!! I love you, Ryen!!! And I hope this little drabble brings you another smile on your birthday! Today I present 1.5k words of dom!Taehyung finishing heauxs with only the sound of his voice. Thank you @taechwitaaah for beta-reading this for me at the last minute. Thank you @yoon2k for the prompts! Oh, and for context, this is why I sent you a playlist lol. SURPRISE!

“Why would you do this to me?”

You close the restroom stall quickly and lay out some napkins before you sit on the toilet.

His deep voice chuckles on the other end of the line. Your airpods intensify the sound, making you bite your lip to suppress the soft moan that threatens to escape you. You cannot stand your boyfriend, but right now, you want him buried deep inside of you.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Taehyung lies, right through his teeth.

You scoff, looking down at the pictures he sent you. He’s lying in bed wearing nothing but his boxers and a gold chain, making your body shiver with want. Unfortunately, you’re working…on your birthday.

“You know, asshole. Stop playing with me.”

“Or what?” You can hear his amused smile through the phone. When you don’t say anything, he hums. “That’s what I thought.”

“Shut up. You’re mean.”

“Aw, come on. I was going to be nice to you, baby.”

The statement piques your interest, and you shift in your seat thinking of what that might mean.

You clear your throat. “What do you mean?”

“Are you alone?”

Before you answer, you look under the stall’s wall for another pair of legs, but you find no one.

“Yeah,” you reply.

“Good.” There’s a pause in the conversation and then some shuffling on his end before he speaks again. “Tell me what you’re wearing. Touch everything you call out, and don’t skip anything.”

“O-Okay.”

Slowly, your hand comes up to your blouse, and your fingertips run along the seams of your collar. You take a small breath before speaking to calm yourself.

“A navy-blue blouse,” you state and then your fingers move down to your buttons, “With gold buttons.”

“Fuck, the sheer one?” he curses.

“Yeah.”

“Black bra?”

“Mhm,” you confirm.

“Damn. Alright, keep going.”

Your hands move further down your body until they reach the waistband of your pants. Your thumb slips under the fabric slightly so you can pinch the button.

“Black pants and—”

“Black panties,” he concludes on your behalf. “You can stop right there, sweetheart.”

You stall your movements until you receive more instructions. However, Taehyung wants to take a detour.

“I wanna hear more about your panties,” he informs. “What do they look like?”

“They—”

“Are you touching them?” he quizzes, and you deny.

“No.”

“No?”

“No, Sir.” You can feel him smirking once you’ve corrected yourself.

You lock your phone and tuck it in your pocket before unbuttoning your pants and pulling the zipper down partially.

“They’re black and lacey, Sir,” you continue while slipping your right hand inside of your trousers.

“And?”

“It’s a thong, Sir?”

He scoffs. “That’s not what I meant, smartass.”

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

But you’re really not.

“Mhm. Tell me what I wanna hear, okay?”

With a small smile, you move your fingers between your thigh and gently graze the thin material, feeling it dampen under your skin. Taehyung catches the gasp you make, even though it’s soft and barely audible.

“Sensitive, aren’t we?”

“Taehyung, please,” you plead. “I don’t have a lot of time.”

“Watch your tone, and I’ll treat you well, okay?” You agree to his terms and do whatever he asks. “So, black, lacey, and what else, baby?”

“Sir…”

“You better tell me, or I’ll hang up—”

“And wet,” you confess, purposefully purring your words. Your middle finger traces the outline of your clit while you patiently wait for Taehyung to grant you permission. Although he’s taking up more time than you have available. “Sir…?”

“You can touch yourself,” he permits.

A sigh of relief leaves your throat, and you begin testing the waters, trying to discover your level of sensitivity before you apply any pressure. Once you’re confident in your movements, you switch from slow timid strokes to drawing quicker circles against your lace-covered bundle of nerves.

Obscenities travel through your clenched teeth, earning a satisfaction from your boyfriend, who sits quietly listening to your sounds of pleasure. Eventually, he cannot stop himself from whispering naughty things in your ear.

“Hm, look at my baby getting nasty for me in public,” he points out, making your cheeks burn, but you keep going. “That’s why I love you, you know?... Always down for anything.”

“Sir, I’m close!” Your voice comes out high-pitched, but you quickly cover your mouth to stop the sound from traveling.

“Already worked up, huh?” he laughs. “You can get off anywhere, can you?”

You nod as if he can see you. However, when you think about the fact that he can't, you try to respond, but he points out something very important.

“Wait. You locked the door, right?”

“Uhh…”

You didn’t, but right now, you have no time to care.

“Ah, you didn’t… That’s so fucking hot,” he nearly moans. “I bet you’d like someone to walk in on you like that. I can only imagine how sexy you look sitting there.”

His deep voice sends vibrations through your airpods, making your ears tingle and your body quiver. It seems to lower when it’s dripping with lust. It has the hair on your skin rising and your cunt clenching around nothing.

“Fuck. You’re going to make me come, Sir,” you pant.

Your clit pulses under your touch, threatening to succumb to the stimulation at Taehyung’s command. Your eyes are screwed shut, your mind gone and unaware of the presence entering the restroom until the creaking door closes.

Quickly, you open your eyes and alert Taehyung about your guest.

“Baby, someone’s in here,” you tell him.

“So,” he scoffs. “And this is your last warning about watching your mouth, kay?”

You groan but still seek the orgasm you’ve been trying to obtain. The person still stands at the entrance, but you can’t hear if they’re speaking because Taehyung’s voice is invading your eardrums.

“What are they doing now?” he asks. You try to peek under but can’t see anything.

“Nothing,” you whisper. “They’re just standing by the door.”

“Interesting. Maybe you should keep going.”

“What?”

You’re afraid you were too loud, but when the person doesn’t come to investigate, you settle down.

“Come on. I dare you to keep going… Get cum all over those pretty fingers for me so I can lick them clean—”

“Shit!” you cry into your palm. Without much convincing, you return your attention to your throbbing clit, and the pressure that never faded continues to grow. Your panties are soaked, and your fingers wrinkled and sticky with your arousal.

You sob Taehyung’s name, and he sings praises in your ear, complimenting you for being his “good girl.”

Coincidentally, your eyes glance down, and you notice footsteps approaching your stall door. You’d forgotten about the person already, and the only thing you can do is inform Taehyung through your cries of pleasure.

“Sir, they’re coming… I’m going to—”

“Open the door,” he interrupts.

“Sir?”

“I said open the door and let them see what kind of filthy shit you do for me,” he insists, and your mind goes blank.

The thought heightens your adrenaline and leaves your body moving on autopilot. You lean forward and slide the latch so the door can slowly swing open, revealing the lewd act you’re committing to whoever is on the other side.

Your mouth falls open when his tall stature and messy black hair appears before you, but you have no time to react because of the voice traveling through your ears.

“Come.”

Within a second, your body stiffens with an intense wave of pleasure. The goal of staying quiet is forgotten as you cry out for your boyfriend in your moment of euphoria. You try to grab at anything you can find, but the only thing you can focus on is the man in front of you and all the pleasure he gives you.

You drink him in as he stands in front of you in his gray sweats and fresh white tee, chain still hanging around his neck. He blocks the restroom lighting, but his skin still glows because of the warm tones his melanin naturally gives off. The smirk on his lips leaves you trembling, and your head lolls to the side as you become jelly under his sinful gaze.

You watch in awe as your boyfriend steps forward and removes your hands from your pants on your behalf. You stare wide-eyed as he takes each finger in his mouth and sucks them in, humming when your arousal reaches his taste buds. Taehyung releases each of them with a pop, and once he’s done, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Everything alright, baby?” he teases.

You’re only capable of nodding. Luckily, it’s a sufficient enough answer for him.

“Good,” he chirps, straightening his posture.

Curiosity floods your mind when he begins to pull down his sweats, but you aren’t clueless for long.

“Now come and blow your candle, birthday girl.”

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demon time || pjm (18+)

❃ Festivaled Away: Wine & Spirits Festival hosted by @bangtanbathhouse

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“Hello?”

Jimin’s phone rings as soon as he steps out of the shower. He wraps his towel around his waist and walks over to the sink to see who it is. To his surprise, it’s you.

Pink tracksuit girl.

He doesn’t know you that well. Only your place of work, your first name, and that you’re in a shitty relationship.

He met you randomly, leaving the downtown area one night. You were walking down the dark streets, looking upset and angry. Jimin isn’t anywhere near a gentleman, but he wouldn’t want someone he cared about walking alone like that, especially at night.

You were hesitant initially but accepted a ride from him after his persistence.

Upon first glance, he could guess your profession. Glitter-streaked hair, a medium-sized black duffel bag, a pink suede tracksuit covering your nearly nude body—definitely a stripper.

After the third run-in, you told him you worked at the Penthouse, a strip club just three blocks away from his nightclub on Main Street. Quite often, your girlfriend would fail to pick you up—that’s how you’d end up in the passenger seat of his Ferrari that night a few months ago.

It was always the same issue each time. Even now, Jimin wonders why you were still with her. However, he isn’t one to pry into other people’s business. You’re an adult; you can handle whatever choices you make. He’s got his hands full with his personal life anyway.

He’s never too busy to lend a helping hand, though. That’s why he gave you his number, so you can call whenever you need a ride—or if you ever decided that you’d like to ride him.

“Hey, Jimin. It’s me. The girl that works at the Penthouse—”

“Yeah, pink tracksuit.” A tired yawn accidentally escapes him while stating your real name. “Damn. My bad. But I know who you are, sweetheart. What’s up?”

He hears the sound of traveling vehicles and knows you’re walking somewhere. It’s only 10 PM, so he wonders if something happened at work. Guys can be pigs in those places, and he can only imagine how uncomfortable that would make you. Judging by your demeanor, he can tell you’re pretty introverted despite the expectations listed in your job description.

“Everything's okay, huh?” he checks.

His gut tells him something’s off, and your exasperated sigh lets him know he isn’t wrong.

“I’m okay, but they decided to send us home at the last minute… Said that the weather wouldn’t bring in many customers. My shift ended an hour ago,” you answer.

Jimin nods before putting his phone on speaker and setting it on the counter. He’s already getting dressed before you can ask him for a ride because it’s already raining, and your apartment is on the other side of town. No way you’d make it in these conditions, and he doesn’t want you to run into any trouble on the way there either.

“Yeah, it’s about to get nasty out there. I shut down for the weekend because there’s supposed to be some flooding downtown,” Jimin mentions as he pulls up his sweats. “Do you need a ride home? I can come and pick you up—”

“No, no. It’s fine. I was going to ask, but you seem really tired, so no worries.”

Jimin scoffs. “Are you crazy? It’s pouring down out there. Where are you?”

Eventually, you answer, “At the bus stop on third. I was trying to wait out the rain, but.…”

“Yeah, I’m on my way.”

He grabs his phone and steps into his room to slide on some shoes. You start apologizing over the phone, but there’s really no need. Jimin’s not a saint—however, he has a mom, a sister, and maybe he’ll even have a daughter someday—he’d want someone to do the same for them if he wasn’t around to do it himself.

“Jimin, I am so sorry. I hope I’m not ruining your plans or anything. I had to cover all of the rent for this month, but once I can work a full night, I’ll repay you—”

“You’re good, babe. I’m not doing anything tonight.”

Well, besides his “Friday night” a little later but nothing important.

“Sit tight. I’ll be there in like seven minutes,” he promises, then heads out the door.

He ends up staying on the line with you for the entire duration of his journey to be safe. Usually, downtown is just filled with nightlife and club hoppers. Still, it does have its shady areas like any other part of the city. Your job puts you at a greater risk of harm.

He’s never visited the Penthouse, but after hearing his colleagues talk about it, he’d sure like to someday. Maybe even get a lap dance or a private show from his favorite dancer—which would be you, of course.

Jimin’s not blind. Even those loose-fitting pants you wear can’t hide a nice ass.

You’re sculpted, that’s for sure, and pretty. Fuck, you’re so pretty.

He has to remind himself to be respectful constantly when you’re in his car. Mainly because he doesn’t want a slap in the face. He also prefers his women to be single and able to give him their undivided attention. The last thing he wants is to be in the middle of some drama.

You don’t even seem like the type to step out. No matter how much this woman has put you through, you’re still loyal to her when you could have so much more.

There are people out there who don’t mind your kind of work and would still respect you more than your girlfriend does. Hopefully, you’ll someday realize that and end that toxic relationship you’re currently in.

He can see how tired you are when he pulls up beside you, not just physically but mentally and emotionally as well. He doesn’t get the hype of being committed to someone when you’re not even happy. Is monogamy so vital that you lose yourself and your sense of happiness to meet society’s opinion of what is right?

It doesn’t seem worth it to him.

“Get in!” he yells while you’re standing outside of his car digging in your bag. “You’re getting soaked.”

You mention something about finding a jacket, so you don’t ruin his seats, and he waves you off.

“Babe, don't worry about my seats. Get in before you get struck by lightning or something,” he says with urgency.

The rain’s coming down pretty hard, and he needs to get off the road before it starts flooding.

“Sorry about that,” is the first thing you say when you enter the warmth of his luxury sports car.

“You’ve worked customer service your whole life, haven’t you?” Your reaction tells him he worded that completely wrong. “Uhh… I didn’t mean it in a bad way. I have to; that’s how I know,” he explains.

He feels relieved when you nod and relax in your seat. As he drives away from the curve, he continues.

“I only said that because you always apologize even though some things are out of your control. You have that common courtesy flowing through your veins. It’s an asset to have in our professions.”

Jimin steals a glance at you once the car stops at a red light, but you’re too busy scrolling through your phone to notice. The light from your screen illuminates your skin, and he can easily make out your puffy eyes and the redness on the tip of your nose.

“Rough night, huh?” he asks you, unsure of what else to say. He’s the worst at comforting people. That’s probably why he isn’t considered “boyfriend” material.

His only solution for a bad day is some nasty sex and his strongest bottle of alcohol.

You snap out of your trance once you hear him clear his throat. To his surprise, you were paying attention. He can see the bit of embarrassment behind your tight-lipped smile.

“My bad,” you whisper, putting away your phone. “Yeah, I’ve been working since I was sixteen. Dancing since I was twenty.”

“You must be exhausted,” he comments, and he hears a scoff.

“That’s one word I would use.”

A warm feeling forms inside of him when he hears your laugh. It’s very small, but it’s the first time he’s ever heard that sound come from you and the first genuine smile he’s ever seen on your face.

You’re pretty. “So fucking pretty,” he has to repeat to himself.

Jimin’s staring makes you shy, and he can only imagine what kind of look he has on his face. He scolds himself and makes an oath to keep his eyes on the road from this point on but still struggles to tear away.

“The light’s green,” you mention, shifting your focus to your hands. The ghost of your smile still lingers, but Jimin decides to let the moment fade away. He doesn’t want to make it weird, but the urge to tell you that you’re attractive is strong.

Quickly, he changes the topic before he goes too far.

“So, home or…?”

You shake your head.

“Would it inconvenience you to take me to the motel over on Jefferson? I know it’s out of the way, but—”

“Hell no!”

Jimin’s face contorts with disgust.

“No, that place is filthy. Why are you going there?” he asks, gripping the wheel tighter. His mind instantly goes to everything he’s heard about that place, and his eyes widen. “Wait. Are you…”

You give him the same shocked expression as he’d given to you.

“Oh god, no. I just need a cheap place to stay for tonight,” you assure him. Your voice is slightly raised and high-pitched. “I can’t be at my place when she comes home from work or whatever it is she’s doing. She knows you’re giving me a ride, and you know how that will go.”

“Well, let me take you somewhere nicer, at least. I’ll cover it.”

He tries to offer you a better hotel room at his expense, but it’s not a shock that you decline.

“Jimin, I appreciate you, really. But I don’t feel comfortable; it’s too much. I know you’re only being kind, but.…”

Jimin nods, understanding where you’re coming from.

“I get it.”

However, that still leaves an option he’s not satisfied with either. He can’t just drop you off at a place like that and leave you for the night. It’s like throwing you in a shark tank with an open wound. There’s got to be another way.

“You have heard about that place, though. Haven’t you?” he asks.

You’re gazing out of the window now, looking back at a restaurant as his car passes by it.

“Are you hungry?”

Shaking your head again, you speak to him as you transfer your attention to your phone.

“No, I was just checking something out…but yeah, I know. I don’t have any other options, though,” you shrug.

“Stay at my place,” he blurts out before he changes his mind. Thankfully, you don’t ask him to stop and let you out for his outburst. He jumps on the opportunity to reason with you before you can shut him down entirely. “...And before you say no, hear me out.”

You don’t say anything, so Jimin tries again.

“Please?”

You sigh heavily. “Okay, Jimin.”

He’s relieved, but he knows he still has to convince you before he allows himself to get too excited.

“I have a huge house with two extra bedrooms. One of them even has its own bath. It’s at the end of the hall, far away from my room,” he explains.

“Okay?”

“All I’m saying is you can go in there, lock the door, and come out whenever you’re ready. I promise I won’t bother you. Have I ever bothered you?”

Your fit of laughter catches him off guard again. He takes his eyes off the road momentarily to watch you giggle, but he’s also curious.

“What’s that?” he scoffs with a slightly lopsided grin. Your head shakes, and you turn towards the window again to his disappointment. “Come on…Tell me.”

When you look at Jimin, he can’t help but feel shy suddenly now that he has your undivided attention. Your presence impacts him differently now that you aren’t tucked away in his passenger seat, feeling down and miserable. He feels like you’re reading every thought that runs through his mind.

The intensity of your lingering gaze has him shifting in his seat.

“You’re adorable, you know that?” is what you say finally, and Jimin tries to keep his growing smile hidden.

“W-What?” he chuckles nervously.

“You’re cute, and sweet. The world needs more people like you, Jimin,” you elaborate.

Your words warm his heart but humble him at the same time. He doesn’t remember the last time he was put in the friend zone, probably because it’s never happened.

His elementary school teachers used to call him cute. Not one of the hottest women he’s ever laid eyes on.

The sting is manageable because he’s so fond of you and respects your opinions. It still doesn’t erase the slight bruising of his ego. But he can’t win them all, he figures.

He gives you a smirk to mask his conflicted feelings.

“Not everybody is cut out for this, babe. It’s not as easy as I make it look,” he replies.

Your giggles fill up the car for a moment before they are replaced by a heavy silence. You stare ahead for a while, and when he approaches the traffic light, the one that can lead to his home or to that shitty hotel—you finally respond to his question.

“If I come home with you, will you tell me a little more about your life?”

Jimin’s perplexed but not against it. He’s got nothing to hide.

“You don’t have to—”

“No, I don’t mind. I just don’t know why you wanna talk about me. I’m pretty boring,” he tells you.

He sees your head tilt out of his peripheral.

“Boring?... A nightclub owner driving a damn Ferrari?”

“That’s not fair,” he argues, whining.

“Well, you didn’t make sense just now.”

He nods. “I guess you’re right.”

“I know I am,” you conclude proudly, your smile growing wider.

After a few seconds, you speak again. “I’d just like to hear about you. You always listen to me go on and on. Isn’t there something you want to talk about?”

“Well…”

There isn’t really much to tell. He really has a simple life aside from the club and hooking up. Jimin grew up in a middle-class family, and when he turned 18, he moved out, got a job serving tables, and lived the party life instead of going to college. For his 21st birthday, he dropped four quarters in the slot machine and hit the jackpot on the first spin. It was sheer luck.

He got sevens across the board, so he decided to name his club after that number. They changed his life and opened a new world for him. Financially secure, he prefers tending to his business and getting laid. Occasionally, enjoying the fruit of his labor as a reward for his hard work. There really isn’t anything special about him.

“I just need a distraction, I guess,” you add.

Jimin nods his head as he turns onto the freeway. “That I can be,” he mumbles and proceeds to drive you both to his house.

The next four minutes are spent recalling short stories from his past—parties, wild sex that occasionally still happens, and everything else he could think of. But what truly intrigues you is his love for dance and how you share the same passion.

By the time you enter his home, he’s discovered that your backstory is quite similar to his. But instead of riches, the universe dealt you a bad hand. You left home and tried to chase your dreams but what you thought was love got in the way. That’s how you ended up in this situation; she was too important for you to just leave her behind.

What pisses him off is that she’s ungrateful and often accuses you of fucking him. You’ve made it clear to him from the jump that you’re committed to your relationship and have no plans on cheating, no matter how rough it gets. The woman doesn’t deserve you; that he knows for sure. Unfortunately, he’ll probably never get to tell her that to her face. And maybe that’s for the best.

“You’ve got a nice place.”

Your voice pulls him out of his thoughts. He turns around and finds you checking out his home with admiration in your irises. You’re impressed, and that fills his chest with a bit of pride.

“Thanks, love. Sorry about the boxes. I’m moving to another place, and I wanna take some things. If you want, I can show you to your room, or I can give you a tour,” he offers.

“A tour sounds fun, but is it okay if I shower? I’m tracking up your floor with my wet socks.”

Jimin looks at the floor and notices your sodden, dirty socks. He grimaces because they look cold and uncomfortable; he can only imagine how badly you want to get out of those things.

“Sorry, I’ll clean it. I left my sneakers outside to dry, but these are still soaking,” you add, and Jimin waves for you to follow him.

“No, I’m sorry for standing here like a dumbass. You must be freezing,” he says as he leads you to a guest bedroom. “It’s this one right here. I keep it stocked with towels and things, so help yourself to whatever. Do you need some more socks?”

You shake your head and thank him.

“No, I’m good. I keep everything I need in this thing, just in case.” You point to your bag with a smirk.

“Of course, you’re prepared,” he thinks to himself.

“But thank you. I really appreciate this.”

“Don’t mention it. I don’t mind at all,” he answers truthfully. “And if you’re bored or hungry, feel free to look in the fridge or watch tv…make yourself at home.”

“Jimin, you’re too sweet. I’ll have to pay you back someday,” you insist, but he refuses.

“That isn’t necessary. I’m just doing what I’d want someone to do for me if I was in the same situation,” he assures.

You nod as you step into the room, but you pause just before closing the door, making him freeze in place.

“Seriously, I feel like I owe you a lap dance or something, but if you insist….”

Jimin’s eyes widen as he scrambles to find his words. The door closes slowly, concealing the growing grin on your face that appears just when he attempts to change his mind.

“Hey,” he calls out, but it’s too late.

“Goodnight, Jimin.”

“But—”

And the door closes in his face.

He stands in his hallway alone, just blinking and staring at the closed door in disbelief. The way you just dropped that on him and bailed was down bad, but what can he say? That was smooth.

He laughs at himself for his reaction. He imagines he looked like an eager virgin perking up to your empty promises. However, he could care less because the idea does send a tingle down his shaft. The only thing softening the blow is knowing that you were joking and probably wouldn’t give him a lap dance if it were a cold day in hell.

He has to shake his head to get those thoughts out of his mind. You’re a forbidden fruit. He shouldn’t even think about you in that way. Though, some things are easier said than done.

Jimin heads towards his kitchen, but the sound of your voice stops him before he can get down the hall. You’re arguing and not just some petty confrontation. You sound hurt, furious, and genuinely exhausted. He feels terrible, but there isn’t much he can do. He’d offer to make it better, but that’d only last for tonight. If it were to happen at all.

Jimin’s not a hero; this isn’t his battle to fight. But at least you wouldn’t have to deal with bullshit if you and he were fucking around.

Making his way to the kitchen, he listens to your faint sobbing until it ultimately stops. He then starts prepping a late-night snack just in case you get hungry before the morning. Afterward, he pours himself a drink and sits on his couch, looking at the city view from his living room, enjoying the sound of the rain hitting his windows.

He pulls out his phone to check his messages and notices something that raises the hair on the back of his neck.

“Aw, shit. This can’t happen,” he whispers, opening his text messages.

10:21PM Friday Night: omw in a few babie

11:01PM Friday Night: open up. i’m in the parking lot.

Before he can think of a lie, his phone rings. As quickly as he tries to ignore it, there’s a knock on his door. He groans as he gets up and goes to see who it is. He already knows, but there’s still a tiny bit of hope that it’s someone with the wrong address.

However, when he swings it open, his fears are confirmed. His shoulders slump when he sighs.

“Leah,” he greets with much less enthusiasm than he usually has for one of the best slices of heaven he’s ever had.

“It’s Layla, asshole.”

Yeah, Layla. That’s it.

He’d only met her a few weeks ago, but the vibe was decent, so she’s become his Friday night entertainment. He’d forgotten he texted her earlier for some rainy night sex.

She invites herself in with a smile, ignoring his awkwardness and nervousness. He wants to tell her to leave, but she looks too damn good to resist.

He’s had a long week, and some pussy would do him just fine right now. Maybe if he can just explain to Layla that he has a guest, so she’ll have to keep it down, then she’ll understand. Or perhaps she won’t because she’s bold and would enjoy keeping someone up all night with her moaning.

Usually, he wouldn’t care either, but you don’t need that right now. You’ve probably already cried yourself to sleep.

“Shit, this floor is slippery. Don’t you know how to dry your feet?” Layla asks, placing her hand on her hip.

She looks around as if she knows something’s off, and Jimin can’t help but feel under pressure. Why are the women running him tonight? He’s got to get it together.

“I uhh—”

“Oh, never mind. I don’t think I want to know what this is,” she replies, face screwed in disgust.

He assures her that it is just water, but she doesn’t buy it.

“Jimin, if your other girl is into watersports, just say that. I don’t care,” she giggles, and Jimin immediately shakes his head.

“No, it’s not what you think—”

His words are cut short once again when your tiny voice calls out for him from the hallway. His eyes grow wider when Layla looks at him with a smirk.

“Ohh, she’s still here,” she points out. Her feet move faster than light across the living room, and Jimin has to jog to catch up with her. “I better go say hi.”

“Layla, just go to my bedroom. She’s just crashing here for tonight, and she’s not in the mood for—”

“Hello!” Layla walks right up to you with a huge smile and an extended hand, leaving him to stand behind her, looking like a deer in headlights. “I’m Layla. Jimin’s other girl. That dick is fire, isn’t it?”

Layla’s thumb points back at him as she speaks. The look on your face is enough to have Jimin intervening immediately.

“Layla, that’s enough. She’s a friend of mine, and you’re about to get your ass kicked out if you don’t leave her alone. Go to my room. I’ll be there in a minute,” he instructs, but she doesn’t budge.

Her long extensions flip swiftly as she whips her head in his direction.

“Jimin, can you go make us a drink or something while we have some girl talk?” she growls. “Why is she crying? Did you come fast or something?”

Jimin’s mouth opens and closes as he tries to respond, but no words come out.

“Why are you still standing here?” Layla asks again sharply.

He looks at you for clarity, and your red eyes silently tell him it’s okay. You also give him a small nod, prompting him to make his retreat to the kitchen.

“Layla, I’m trusting you,” he warns.

The woman scoffs. “Please, there’s no heartbreak I can’t cure. We’ll get her perked up in no time with some tequila.”

Jimin sure hopes she’s right; he never thought he’d ever say this, but you look horrible. Your body language tells the story of someone who could get no lower. He feels bad for not saying anything, but though Layla isn’t the best candidate for an empowerment speech, he feels as though she could deliver better than he can.

If anyone could convince you to let it go for one night, maybe it’s the minx herself. He knows alcohol isn’t a permanent solution, but it’ll at least make you feel good for a little while.

Jimin’s prepping a liquor, snacks, and chaser tray when you both enter the kitchen. He expects to see the same saddened expression across your face as before, but instead, a faint smile greets him as you sit on the bar stool.

“Can I have a shot right now, please?” you ask almost immediately, and his movements halt. He looks at Layla for answers, but she shrugs and sits beside you, requesting one for herself as well.

“Um…yeah, sure. Tequila good?”

“Doesn’t matter,” you sigh, propping your elbows on the counter and resting your chin on your hands. He pours you a shot glass full of Casamigos and continues grabbing things from his mini kitchen bar.

You throw it back graciously and hum as the alcohol tingles on your taste buds, blowing out air to cool the burning sensation it gives you. Layla takes hers after and wiggles her body as the liquid enters her system.

“Everything alright?” he checks, cutting up some limes. You nod before taking the bottle and pouring yourself another.

“Yeah, I’m done. I’m over it,” you respond, bringing the glass to your lips. You take your second dose of amber liquor and set the glass on the counter with a clink.

“Done, like…?”

Your eyes dart in his direction before they look at Layla, who’s busy digging in her purse. You turn back to him, moving your head side to side.

“However you define it, I guess,” is your reply. “I’m just going with the flow.”

“Matching her energy, huh?” Jimin proposes with a lifted eyebrow.

You smirk to yourself. “Some would say.”

“Well, I’m here for it.” Jimin grabs the liquor bottle and pours everyone another round. He raises his glass and says, “Tonight we’re going to celebrate…another free agent for me to—”

“Jimin, just drink the damn shot and sit the fuck down,” Layla chimes in, making you laugh.

He shakes his head at her sassiness. She knows she’s only getting away with it because it’s entertaining to you.

All three of you toast to whatever bullshit that flies out of his mouth. He’s too caught up in your bright smile again to register what he said. He’s glad you’re trying, but he already knows where this is going.

What’s fueling your positivity is scorn, bitterness, and a hunger for revenge. It isn’t a good combination, but he can’t bring himself to stop you. All he can promise is to keep you safe while you’re in the first stages of a messy breakup.

However, he’s got no idea where the night is about to lead you or the world of shit all three of you will be in once it’s over.

He grabs a paper towel, then a pen, and says, “Ay, before we get too drunk, we need to talk.”

Not knowing it’d do little to prepare him for the following series of events.

This is exactly what you needed.

A few shots and two pairs of smooth hands touching all over your body—caressing away all the stress and built-up tension of today.

If you close your eyes and allow yourself to drift away, maybe your problems disappear, and the faint presence of utopia will slowly creep into the horizon.

Sure, there’s a voice in your mind pleading for you to stop for a minute and think about this huge mistake you’re making. But ignoring it for once in your life feels good. You feel entitled to a good fuck up after everything that’s happened, or—just a good fuck.

You know it’s wrong. You know you should have packed your shit and gotten out of here the minute Layla showed up. But how could you?

How could you walk away when so much was going through your mind?

You're so lost, and you know that these two are your only outlet. You had already argued, cried your eyes out, and begged for a bit of trust and compassion from your partner. There’s nothing left for you other than not giving a damn anymore.

You were in so much pain that eventually, you just went numb. Call it shock or the early stages of heartbreak, but you need to feel something regardless of what it is. Anything other than what you’ve been feeling for the past five years.

The universe just took too long and sent you on too many trials for you to have taken another blow tonight. If you wanted the solace you craved, you had to reach out and take it.

You’re exhausted from doing everything to satisfy others. It’s about time you put your desires first while the opportunity sits beneath you. His eyes hazy and low, enjoying the warmth of your bare thighs pressed against his sides.

“Fuck, she’s purring and shit. I like that,” Jimin comments, mocking your sounds of pleasure. “So sexy. We should start calling her Kitty, huh?”

He smirks at you when Layla agrees.

Jimin’s hands wander all over your torso, and his eyes follow them without a blink, eager to get the tiniest glimpse of some skin.

Soft lips trace the shell of your, making you shiver and squirm in his lap, sparking an urge to grind your center against Jimin’s thighs. Tonight, there are no boundaries, so you don’t deny yourself anything you want, and the man below you appears to be supportive of your decision.

“Be careful,” Layla whispers in your ear. “You might make him come in his pants.”

Jimin laughs. “She’s not lying.”

Your head lolls back on her shoulder, opening your mouth to receive more of the vodka-infused whipped cream Jimin brought to the living room. The fluffy substance enters your mouth, and the sweet vanilla alcoholic taste tingles your taste buds.

She turns it to Jimin, who shakes his head.

“Tapping out already?” she asks him.

Never taking his eyes off you, he says, “You know mocha’s my favorite.”

Mumbling words you can’t even register due to the concentration you have put into grinding on Jimin’s lap, she switches cans and feeds him a mouthful of mocha-flavored cream. He consumes it in one gulp, producing a small moan and leaving a little bit behind on the side of his lip and cheek.

His thumb comes up to wipe it off, but you grab his wrist just in time and flatten your tongue against his skin in its place.

The closeness feels better than you expected, and your hands move to tangle in his messy hair, using the grip to pull yourself further onto his lap. He grabs your waist, not wanting to lose momentum, and buries his face within your bosom.

Jimin’s tongue scours over every inch of skin he can access, stimulating you more and more with the silver ball of his piercing. He chuckles because he knows you feel it.

“I can show you what all I can do with it if you want me to, Kitty,” he murmurs, his face nestled into the valley of your breasts.

“You should let him,” Layla chimes in. “He’s nasty as fuck.”

You agree with a hum. “I can believe it.”

Jimin smiles and moves his hands down your body to give your ass a squeeze. Your lips meet for a gentle kiss, exchanging the different flavors of alcohol you consumed before parting and delicately grazing the smooth textured ridges along the skin.

“So, you down?” he tries again.

The playlist switches to one of your favorite songs, momentarily taking you away. Your body moves on its own as your mind absorbs the sultry classic playing through the speakers. You feel Jimin’s fingers digging into your barely covered cheeks as he tries to create a little more friction between you.

Your crotches collide and roll against each other as he joins you in sinful movements that turn into the both of you chasing a carnal desire growing deep within you.

“I used to be scared of the dick. Now I throw lips to the shit,” you mumble the lyrics against his lips, earning a smile from him. He seems to be in awe of you behaving so wildly and carefree. Your hair in disarray, eyes glossed over with lust and the intoxicating glow of alcohol on your skin while you sway with the beat.

Tell me what's on your mind when your tongue’s in the pussy…

The chemistry between you grows, but your head is pulled back roughly by your hair before you can go too far with the agenda you and Jimin silently set.

“Answer him,” Layla’s voice travels through your ear, snapping you out of your trance.

You look between them as her neck cranes from beside you. You’ve already gone this far; you don’t know why they’d think you weren’t going to finish this.

Whatever Jimin’s plan is, you’d like to see it, but you don’t want them thinking the ball’s in their court. Tonight, you’re in charge, and they are the clueless players in your little game of get back.

“Sure,” you purr and grab them both by their shirts. You hear the soft whimper from Layla’s throat erupt and smirk at the reaction. She already has an idea of how this will go, and she’s right to trust her instinct. “But once you’re done….”

Your smile widens at Jimin’s perplexed expression, and you give him a wink.

“It’s my turn to play with him,” you say to Layla.

Her nude shaded lips curve into a smile.

“He’s all yours, Kitty. Slut him out.”

Layla wasn’t lying; Jimin is a freak.

He’s got you sprawled out on his kitchen island, naked from head to toe with tequila threatening to spill from your belly button with each tiny stroke of Layla’s fingertips. You giggle but keep your core tight, thanking all of your years of dancing for your ability to endure the torturous acts.

“Are you even tickling her?” Jimin whines to Layla, who gives him a shrug.

“She’s good,” she replies, still trying to get you to shake hard enough to spill the liquor so Jimin can win his little silly bet. If you spill it, you’re the bottom, and if you succeed, you take the lead.

You’re confident, so the bet doesn’t deter you at all. Layla wanted no parts in whatever this is; she submitted willingly, but you don’t give in easily…you don’t give in at all.

He’ll have to earn that position if he wants it.

“Forty seconds Jimin,” you remind him of his lack of time for chit-chat. He thinks hard for a moment, and Layla whispers something in his ear. He hops on the counter, and you figure she’s given him a different strategy to try.

He hovers over you and uses his lips to trace your bikini line. It’s enough to make your body shiver, but you remain as still as possible so that the liquor doesn’t spill. That’s a sensitive spot for you, so you half moan his name when his teeth slightly graze your skin.

“Jimin, wait—”

The timer goes off just in time, and the victory is yours to claim. You clap your hands triumphantly, chanting over Jimin’s grunts and groans.

“Ha-ha! I won. Yes!”

Jimin rolls his eyes and raises his head, unable to hold back his smile.

“Whatever, cheater,” he mumbles before slurping the golden liquor from your navel.

He chuckles when you squeak and tells Layla to give him another shot.

“Ohh, I found something she likes. Pour us another shot, sweetheart.”

They both take turns drinking from your body, making you squirm and giggle. Not an inch of your body is left unscathed by their greedy tongues by the time they’re done. You sit up when the moment presents itself and motion for Jimin to come closer with your finger.

“I haven’t forgotten,” you remind him, and he nods with a grin. “Get on the fucking table.”

You switch positions, so now Jimin is the one on his back. You look at Layla and ask her to take off his pants while you grab the can of Whipped Shots from the counter.

“Take your shirt off, if you aren’t shy.” You both give each other a smirk and Jimin proceeds to pull the fabric over his head.

“You can take the underwear too, babe. I’m not shy at all,” he tells Layla. She hums and slides down his boxers too, revealing a semi hard cock that’s thick and lengthy.

Your mouth salivates but you'll wait for your turn when it’s fully prepared. Instead, you instruct Layla to get it ready for you.

“Suck his dick and make his toes curl, okay?”

She nods. “Yes, ma’am.”

Without another word, she gets to work and so do you. Starting a dotted trail of whipped cream up the center of his abdomen, you pause at his chest to touch the horseshoe shaped piercing on his left nipple.

“See something you like, Kitty?” Jimin muses.

“This is cute.” You toy with it for a moment before squirting some of the cold white fluffiness over his areola. You do the same to the other with a wink. “Can’t forget about this one, huh?”

Setting the can aside, you immediately begin to devour the whipped cream from his torso. You pause here and there to admire the large, gray-shaded Phoenix that covers his entire right side from his pelvis to his chest.

It’s as hot as the spiritual quote crawling down his spine. You want to explore his artwork but there isn’t time for that now.

You tongue swirls around his pierced nipple, licking him clean of the sticky mess you’ve created. You hear a hiss when your teeth gently nibble on the metal impaled flesh before sucking it between your lips.

“Fuck.” Jimin’s sharp whispers cut through the sounds of slurping and smacking, bringing your attention to the woman kneeling between his legs.

Layla gives the tip of his cock small kitten licks and she collects a generous amount of precum on her taste buds. She uses it for lubrication as she lowers her head and begins to take him within the depths of her warm mouth.

Jimin’s teeth clench to bite back his moan but you’re already in his ear, finger swirling around his stiffened nipple, encouraging him to let it out.

“She feels good, doesn’t she?” He nods his head, making you grin and look down at the rise and fall of his chest. His hands are in fists and his abs tense and contort with pleasure. His watery eyes stare back at you begging for more to increase his pleasure. “If you want more you have to ask nicely, baby.”

Your head drops to the crook of his neck where you begin to claim areas of his already reddened flesh. You grab his hair to pull his head away from you, granting you more access to his jawline and his clavicle. His plush lips form an O-shape and he freezes as he tries to get words out.

“G–God, I knew you’d make me suffer,” he groans. “But I’m not too proud to beg.”

You chuckle and reluctantly abandon his soft skin to make your way back down his body. His back arches as you get to his midsection and leave more of your marks over his chiseled abs. He doesn’t know what to focus on, the attention you’re giving to his body or the head he’s getting from Layla.

Once you reach his pelvis area, you and her lock eyes as she’s going down on him. Something takes over you when you see her technique and you snap without warning.

You snatch her up by her ponytail, surprising her momentarily in her lustful state.

“Is that how you suck dick?” you ask, gripping her strands. “Hm?”

“No, ma’am.”

You scoff. “So, why are you acting like a scared little bitch? Look at this pretty fucking cock.”

You order her to stare at Jimin’s length as it sits proud and at attention, using your grip to hover her lips directly over it. Your other hand holds it firmly and starts to move up and down absentmindedly as he moans and curses from your touch.

“You mean to tell me that you aren’t willing to choke on this?...this thick, juicy cock?” you ask her, and she nods.

“I am. I want to,” she responds but she’s going to have to prove it.

“Well, I don’t believe it.” You guide her closer until her lips meet the tip and his seeping seed touches her skin. “Open your mouth and eat that dick up. I know you can do better than that.”

She opens and allows you to push her head down on Jimin’s cock, breathing through her nose like you’re telling her. She gags around him when he reaches the back of her throat but doesn’t tap out; she wants to keep going and show you what she’s made of.

“That’s it. Make him blow his load in that pretty mouth, don’t be shy,” you purr in her ear.

You allow her to come up for air but it’s right back to work when she’s good. Your strength allows you to move her head up and down at your pace. The grip on her hair keeps her in your grasp.

Her spit drips all over his shaft, making it wet and messy, creating the filthiest sounds you could ever hear. You busy yourself with littering Jimin’s lower abdomen with your endless love bites, making him buck off the counter into Layla’s warm mouth.

“Oh, fuck!” Jimin all but yells and your head snaps in his direction.

“You like that, huh?” You speed up her movements and she begins to moan and rub her thighs together. You let her know that it’s okay to play with her pussy since she’s been an absolute doll for you and Jimin can barely keep himself together at the sight before him. “You love some messy head by a pretty bitch, don’t you?”

He nods frantically. “Yes, fuck!”

“You want her to swallow you up until you come down her tight little throat, huh?” you ask him and once again he agrees.

“Please, I’m so fucking close,” he begs, and you let out a cackle.

While you halt Layla’s movements, you pretend to ponder, but keep her lips over his pulsing tip as she suckles on it while she gives you her attention.

“What do you think about that, baby?” you quiz, smoothing her messy hair back and out of her way. “Can Jimin fill you up with his yummy cum?”

She hums around him, sending vibrations down his length and making him squeeze his eyes shut for a moment to hold his orgasm. You smirk at their reactions.

“And you’ll swallow it all?”

“Mhm,” she replies.

“Just like a little slut, huh?” You look at Jimin and wink. “A nasty little bitch, isn’t she?”

“She’s never done it like this before, Kitty,” he grunts, clenching his teeth. “I don’t know what’s gotten into her.”

You laugh at that.

“Oh, I know what it is…” You look down at Layla and shake your head. “She just needed a little…guidance.”

“Kitty, am I going to have to beg?” Jimin asks suddenly, making you giggle.

“Not right now,” you answer. “Let Jimin fill you up, babe.”

Jimin wastes no time after getting permission and ploys himself into Layla’s throat, feeding her his cum and making her gag around his dick. You take it out of her mouth and slap it all over her face, smearing his arousal and spit cover length over her makeup.

Her body starts to tremble, and you realize she’s chasing her high without your approval, making you mildly displeased with her behavior.

You snatch her up quickly, drawing a shriek from her lips.

“I don’t think I gave you permission to come. Did I, Layla?”

She shakes her head best she can with the tight grip applied to her sewn in strands.

“No, ma’am. You didn’t,” she answers.

You tsk. “But you did it anyway?...Bad, bad girl.”

Your other hand moves between her thigh, delivering four quick slaps to her sensitive clit. She winces as her legs tremble, threatening to fail her at any second.

“Take your clothes off and sit on Jimin’s face… Let him clean you up,” you mumble.

While she disrobes, you straddle Jimin’s thighs in a squatting position, spreading wide so he can see your wet pussy. His lust drunk eyes can’t look away as you start running your fingers up and down, parting your glistening folds.

“Fuck, you look hot. Can I touch myself too?” he asks, and you grant him permission.

“Not too fast. I need you to last a little bit longer this time,” you explain.

Jimin hisses once his hand wraps around his cock and he bites his lip to cope with the sensitivity. He makes slow languid strokes at the same pace as you, looking at the site of you pleasuring yourself in awe.

Only when Layla appears do you both realize you’ve been staring for too long and instantly bring your attention to anything but each other so you don’t get too caught up.

“What are you waiting for?” you quiz, and she springs into action. She hovers over him with her rear facing you like you asked and lowers herself on Jimin’s soft lips.

“Oh, shit. Jimin…”

Jimin immediately latches on to her throbbing bundle of nerves. He uses the hand not occupying his hardening cock to hold her in place. Eventually, locking her in with his strong arm.

After a few minutes, you shift gears, dropping to your knees so you can have a seat on his torso. Before you drop completely, you slide his hand from beneath you so he can use that arm to restrain Layla and you place the girth of his shaft in the palm of your hand.

You run your finger over his slit and swirl his precum over the head. You can feel him pulsing in your hand; he’s hot to the touch and eager to feel whatever is yet to come.

Layla’s moaning becomes louder, indicating she’s slipping further out of sensitivity and closer to the pleasure she seeks. You join the chase and gently drop yourself on Jimin’s stomach, wanting to feel some friction against your leaking core.

Using the slopes of his abs, you glide across the expanse of his tummy, clenching each time he flexes beneath you.

Once Jimin’s dick is hard enough to stand on its own, your hand abandons it and your attention shifts to Layla. You grab her hair and her head snaps backward, creating a defined arch in the center of her back.

“Why are you acting so shy now, hm?... Rub that pretty pussy in his face, girl,” you chuckle in her ear.

“But…Oh, fuck!”

“Still sensitive?”

You reach in front of her, pinching her clit. She nods her head as if you’d give her any sympathy but all you do is slap her tit and instruct her to keep going. “It's too bad I don’t care... Get to work, slut.”

Layla squeezes her eyes shut and tries her best to deal with the sensitivity. Your hand slides up her chest and wraps around her throat so you can tighten your digits around her neck, keeping her close to you so you can touch and grope as you please. Her eyes begin to open and roll back when she gets used to the feeling between her thighs.

Jimin’s cock taps your ass as you slide back and forth, reminding you of his needs, so you raise your hips and guide yourself over the thick and seeping head. Your wetness allows you to descend easily and your moans immediately begin to fill Layla’s ear.

“This dick is good. I see why you’re so crazy about him,” you mention, already bouncing on his throbbing shaft. His girth stretches you and fills you to the brim, giving you the fullness you’ve been craving since he whipped it out of his pants.

You can hear his cries of pleasure as he murmurs them against Layla’s cunt and her body shudders from the vibrations traveling to her core.

Both of you ride Jimin like he’s his fancy Ferrari parked outside, having your way with his body as he lies there in bliss below you.

Caught in the moment, you can’t help but admire the softness of Layla’s ass and your palm kneads the flesh.

As the pace quickens, your touch becomes rougher and you encourage her to move faster by slapping the delicate skin until it’s tender and red. The noises she makes tell you that she’s enjoying the feeling and you can’t stop yourself from teasing and taunting her with more.

“You’re freaky too, huh?... What else would you let me do, hm?”

Your middle finger slips between her globes and travels to her rim, making her eyes snap open. “Fuck,” she cries, and you smirk because you know it’s her weakness.

“Such a nasty girl, wanting my fingers buried in her ass. Aren’t you ashamed?” you giggle innocently, but your intentions are anything but.

“Please…”

“Please what, sweetie? Tell me. Jimin isn’t enough for you tonight? You want my fingers, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she admits, hot tears streaming down her cheeks. “I need—”

“You need me?... That isn’t a surprise,” you chuckle, finger circling her quivering hole until she’s attempting to push herself back on it. “But unfortunately, I’m all booked for tonight.”

The denial leaves her feelings hurt and disappointed, but you aren’t evil. You’ll let her reach her high one more time, but she’ll have to do it herself.

“Go play with yourself over there and let me show you how to be a whore.”

Layla freezes as your limbs unravel from around her and Jimin seems caught off guard too. However, Layla still obeys and does as she’s told.

“W-Wait. Hold on,” Jimin stammers. “What’s happening?”

He tries to sit up, but you push him back down gently with your palm, pinning him there so you can continue to ride him.

“You don’t get both right now. It’s her…” You point at the woman shifting on the bar stool spreading her legs so you and Jimin can watch her rub her cunt until she comes. “Or me.”

You clench around him purposely and his answer appears out of nowhere.

“Uhh, sorry Layla. Next round, okay?” However, she’s too caught up shoving her fingers in her pussy to reply.

You plant your feet on the cold surface of the counter and proceed to enjoy yourself with Jimin’s cock. Your tits bounce freely with your movements.

Jimin’s eyes don’t know where to look. They switch between staring at your tits and how your pussy is taking in his dick, orbs glistening in the bright kitchen light.

“Fuck, Kitty,” he moans, voice dripping with lust. “You’re so wet, so tight. I don’t think I can last much longer.”

You shake your head as you conjure up your words. “Me either. It feels so good.”

“What, this?”

He thrusts into you from below, nearly knocking you off your feet. You place your hands behind you on the counter to keep yourself up and allow Jimin to fuck you in this position.

“Jimin, I’m—”

“Coming, Kitty!”

Jimin beats you to the punch and you swiftly get off of him and replace his cock with your fingers. Still squatting over him, your digits work until you draw an intense orgasm out of yourself, sending your juices squirting out on Jimin’s stomach.

His cock dispenses loads of his seed, mixing with your arousal and coating his abs. You hear Layla’s sounds of pleasure as well, indicating she’s also reached her peak and allowed her orgasm to burst through the seams.

You tell her to join you on the counter again, so you can lick the mess off Jimin’s body.

“Girls, you don’t have to—”

“Hush!” Layla tells him and he shuts up immediately.

You grab her phone and you both take turns filming each other cleaning and taking more shots from Jimin’s belly.

He lays there smirking, feeling like a king in the hands of two beautiful women.

“Fuck, both of you are hot,” he comments. “I’m spent.”

“You’re done?” you ask him with a puzzled face.

Jimin laughs hesitantly. “You want another round?”

You and Layla look at each other and then back at him.

“I mean…you can go to bed if you want,” she suggests and Jimin sits up immediately.

“Nope. I’m good, I’ve let you both run this show for too long…Who’s first for backshot?”

All of you hop off the counter and make your way to his room.

“Um, that would be me,” you speak up with a raised hand.

When you approach the bedroom door, you turn to Layla and whisper drunken words to her.

“I hope you’re having fun because I sure am.”

When morning arrived, so did the pounding and intense headache that you could barely stand. With shaky legs you made your way to Jimin’s living room, where your mind began to replay the blurry events from last night.

The longer you sit on his couch, face buried in your palms, the clearer it all becomes, and regret slowly creeps up from the box you figuratively stuff it in. So does your shame and rational thinking.

You didn’t just fuck up. You fucked it all up.

You embarked on a downward spiral that led you to the only destination that route can take you.

Revenge is sweet but the crash that follows isn’t worth the temptation. You wish that you’d taken that into consideration last night.

Your phone pings and pings with hundreds of messages—from her, social media, your boss. Everyone’s seen them and has had their say by the time you’re aware of their existence. The lump in your throat swells with each comment you read.

What was meant to be your little moment of selfishly claimed happiness, was taken and flipped to make you out to be a monster. A low down, cheating girlfriend who craves attention from men when she’s supposed to be in a committed relationship with a woman.

The caption reads, “Did she ever love me?”

Sad part about that is, you did. You gave her so much love until the tank ran empty. All that was left was the small amount of self-love you had remaining. Last night you had a choice—give it to her or keep it for yourself.

And so, for the first time in a long time you did what you wanted to do. Unfortunately for you, it came with many consequences.

You won’t feel bad about it, though. You’re sure no one else does. Only a small part of you wonders why the universe can be so cruel. How is it that this person can put you through so much and get away with it but the moment you break the rules punishment is waiting around the corner.

By now, you’ve given up on what’s right or what is wrong. Both sides haven’t been kind to you, so you figure there’s no point in trying to differentiate the two. You'll be fine if you can just get through the rest of your life without another shitty relationship.

So lost in thought, you almost forget where you are.

Jimin’s fuzzy slippers drag across the floor as he appears from the hallway. You part your fingers slightly to take a peek and find him wearing nothing but a robe and his boxers, abs littered with the trail of dark blooms as evidence of last night’s festivities.

He mentions something about Layla being gone already and comes into the living room to join you. You don’t say a word until he speaks.

“So,” he plops down on the couch beside you, blowing out a puff of air as he does, “how’s it going?”

Pulling away from your hands, you turn in his direction to look at him.

“I lost my mind, my girlfriend, and my job in one night. What about you?”

Jimin huffs a fake laugh briefly before answering.

“Aw, it can’t be that bad, huh?”

Both of you stare at each other for a moment before he finally realizes you aren’t joking.

“Oh, shit,” is what he replies when it all dawns upon him. “What the fuck did we do last night?”

You grab your phone and open your Instagram app, clicking on the user’s story from the previous night. You hand it over to Jimin who immediately recognizes the trio and looks on with wide eyes.

“I’m ruined,” you comment.

Jimin finally tears his eyes away after some minutes and looks at you.

“Why is it still up? You should just delete it,” he suggests.

“That isn’t on my account, Jimin.”

“Well, it mentioned something about a breakup, so I assumed…” His face is etched with confusion as he takes another look at the profile. His brows gradually raise at the hundreds of photos posted by a familiar face.

“Layla?” he calls out, mostly to himself.

You hum as you straighten your posture. Jimin is still utterly lost but that isn’t a surprise.

“Why would she...Fuck, I’m sorry. I’ll call her right now. I don’t know why she would do that. She’s not like that,” he tries to assure you, but you already know better.

“Because she’s a bitch and she’s definitely like that. She’s been planning this,” you inform, and you can see the wheels in his head turning, trying to search for the missing piece he’s sure is there.

“Babe, I’m still swimming in tequila, can you please fill me in. Why does my Friday night care about what you and your girl have going on?”

He cards a hand through his hair and lies back on the couch as if that’ll make the throbbing in his head disappear. However, your next statement is sure to leave it spinning.

“Because your Friday night is my girl, smartass.”

Jimin jolts up faster than you’ve ever seen anyone move.

“You’re lying. Tell me you’re fucking kidding,” he begs, fists full of his strands.

You snatch your phone from his lap and switch from Instagram to your photos. You allow him to see everything, pictures, videos, nudes…your private sex tapes. As much of your five-year long relationship he can absorb before he’s had enough.

Jimin stares ahead, unsure of what to say. You know the look of regret when you see it, so you save him the challenge of issuing the proper apology. You understand that sometimes remorse is hard to put in words.

“It’s okay, Jimin. You’re good. You didn’t know,” you tell him, rubbing his back with soothing circles. You feel horrible because he was dragged into this by the both of you.

Layla thought she was getting even by sleeping with him despite hating his guts and all you wanted to do was use him as a pawn. He didn’t deserve any of that and it’s probably why your plan backfired.

Jimin’s such a good person. You and Layla never deserved to have him enter your lives.

“So, let me get this straight because this is the only logical, if I can even say that, explanation I have for this.” He turns to you, and you have enough respect for him to look him in the eyes while he speaks.

“Layla is your girlfriend?”

You nod. “Yeah.”

“And she threw herself at me a few weeks ago so she could fuck me to get back at you, who she thought was fucking me?”

Once again, you nod your head.

“Mhm.”

His brows knit together as he pieces together the rest and when he does, he continues.

“And last night when she came here you didn’t leave because you wanted to get her back?” he questions, and you agree. “So, you just used me to teach her a lesson?”

“Jimin, I’m sorry—”

“That’s so fucking hot,” he commends, catching you off guard.

You blink and look around the room as if he could be speaking to someone else. “What?”

“I underestimated you. I mean…you’re like a silent assassin or some shit. That was insane.”

Jimin goes on and on about how impressed he is and how Layla got what she deserved and it kind of cheers you up a bit. You’re grateful for his sportsmanship and his support. However, when the moment fades and silence falls the reality sets in. You realize that everything is not all good.

“Yeah, I’m still out of a job, though. That club’s pretty strict, we can’t have sex tapes going around. According to our manager, it ‘takes away our value’ or whatever…”

Jimin hums but doesn’t say anything. However, you know there’s something on the tip of his tongue.

“I’m not going to be your sugar baby, Jimin. So before you go there—”

“I wasn’t going to…! I swear!” he promises, holding up his hands. “I did have a proposition, though?”

“Dude, I literally just got dumped, exposed, and fired. I know that look. I swear if it’s wild I’ll punch you,” you threaten him.

“Alright, I get it. No violence, woman.” He laughs but then his expression turns serious. “You’re a great actress, you know that?”

“How else would I make money?” you quip.

“But it’s not good to bury those emotions. Eventually they’ll bubble to the surface,” he continues.

You frown. “What are you hinting at, Jimin?”

“Would it be safe to say that you’re my friend?” he asks you.

He’s your only friend. You don’t know why it wouldn’t be safe.

“Yeah, of course.”

Jimin hums as he ponders over his words. “And friends…help each other?”

“They do,” you sigh.

“Well, what if you helped me? Would you let me help you–ow!”

“Jimin, I told you—”

“I was just going to offer you a job at another spot I’m opening,” he whines, clutching the arm you jabbed.

Oh.

“Well, you were beating around the bush.” Your arms fold but eventually your hand reaches out to caress his arm. You barely touched him, but he acts as if you’ve broken a bone.

“What is it? Another nightclub?”

He nods. “Yeah, but I’d like to have bottle girls and other entertainment. There will be bouncers and security but if something were to go down, I think they’d feel more comfortable giving a statement to another woman instead of huge scary guys, you know?”

That is true. At the Penthouse, you’d have to tell bouncers or your male manager how some creep tried to touch you, making you feel even more uncomfortable. It would have been nice to have someone to talk to other than your equally gross manager and the cold bouncers who were just there for their checks.

“So, you want that person to be me?” you ask him.

“Yeah. There will be other job duties, of course. That’ll keep you busy throughout the week, but it won’t be too stressful and I’m always here to help.”

He stares at you with puppy eyes, trying to charm you and you can’t help but smile as you look away.

“So, what do you say?”

“Jimin, I would. I really would because I need the money. I don’t have a car, or a home now that I’ve been kicked out,” you admit with a small scoff. “I need those things before even considering accepting a job.”

However, Jimin is a quick thinker and isn’t letting up so easily.

“Then rent this place.” He gestures around to his current home before shrugging his shoulders. “I haven’t put it on the market yet.”

“I can’t afford this place—”

“You can at the rate I’m going to pay you. My businesses are picking up, babe. I need help. I need people. Hustlers, like you.” The more Jimin runs his mouth, the more convinced you become. He’s definitely a businessman because he makes everything sound promising. “Besides, I know another way we both can profit off of this…scandal. And the only way we can pull it off is if we keep in touch.”

You look over at him with squinted eyes.

“You’re the devil on my shoulder,” you tell him.

“An angel, actually.”

“Same thing,” you retort.

Eventually, the banter ends with a long sigh, and he finally lays it all on the table.

“Give me an hour to call my attorney. I’ll ask him to type up a contract and we can negotiate on what stays and what goes. If we can agree on the terms, we sign it and go from there,” he states.

“Why do I feel like there is more to this than becoming your tenant and working at your club? What are you up to?”

Jimin smirks, slinging his arm over the couch behind your head. He leans closer and whispers in your ear as if he’s telling his biggest secret. What he begins to tell you is wild, unbelievable, but surprisingly one of the best ideas you’ve heard.

“Ever heard of OnlyFans?” he asks you.

Two years later...

The clinking plates and silverware are the only thing you can focus on in the dimly lit restaurant. You’ve always hated public places, so becoming a stripper is still something you cannot believe you pulled off.

12: 23 PM Jimin: you good? i’m right outside if you need me.

Nervousness resided within you early on while you were waiting alone. The anxiety fade when the same woman you looked in the eyes nearly two years ago sits across from you.

You realize she’s the same as before; nothing has really changed but her appearance. Her eyes still hold no remorse for what she did. She only regrets how she wasn’t able to have the upper hand in the end.

Her jealousy and selfishness still linger in her aura, and you’re reminded of what drove you away. You aren’t just good. You’re great.

“Hi,” she says as soon as she’s situated in the booth.

“Hi, Layla,” you respond, setting your phone on the table before taking a sip of water. “How’ve you been?”

“Fine. What do you want?”

You aren’t fazed by the rudeness in her tone. You glance at her as you dig in your purse. You pull out the velvet box and set it between you, confusing your ex-girlfriend with its appearance.

“And what is that?” she asks bluntly, not even reaching out for it.

You look at the box and then back at her. “Open it.”

She grabs it on your command and lifts the top, eyes displaying a small glint when the diamond-encrusted ring appears. You shake your head at the scowl she gives you.

“I’m not about to clear up any rumors about those videos. You can save the bribery. I can’t be bought like you,” she spits out.

It doesn’t create the sting she was hoping for. It only makes you chuckle at her bitterness.

“You did nothing but make my life easier. Why would I ask you to reverse it? You think I care how people feel about my career?”

She scoffs at the mention of your “career,” but you ignore her and continue.

“I just wanted to give you that because it’s yours. I have no use for it.”

“And what would I do with it? I don’t want it,” she argues.

“I don’t care what you do with it. Pawn it, throw it away…doesn’t matter. All I know is that I bought it for you, so it’s yours.”

Layla drops the small box on the table and leans closer to you, narrowing her eyes as if you’ve actually done her something.

“Why would I want anything you bought with money you earned while laying on your back?” she grits.

Your head shakes from side to side slowly, thinking about how she still doesn’t see how much you cared after everything.

“You know I tried with you, Layla. I gave you my all.” You shoot Jimin a quick text, letting him know you’ll be outside in a minute before finishing. “I bought you that ring nearly two years ago in the pouring fucking rain. I worked my ass off for it and still barely had enough.”

The thick tears finally begin to pour, and your mind travels back to what Jimin told you about burying your emotions. You never doubted that they’d force their way out. You just didn’t know when.

“I earned it by cleaning that nasty strip club floor every night after work because I knew you hated stripper money. I wanted your ring. Your engagement ring…to be special, something you could be proud of.”

Her features remain hardened, but you, of all people, know it’s a mask. She was broken long before your relationship ended, and instead of allowing you in to help her, she pushed you away.

“Imagine how I felt passing the restaurant you worked at and not seeing your car after you told me you couldn’t pick me up because you were working late. Or seeing you stroll inside the man’s house you accused me of cheating on you with not to confront me but to admit to me that you’re fucking him behind my back,” you continue.

You don’t even care about the few pairs of eyes on you. This needs to be said so you can move on.

“Or imagine, waking up to an internet full of people telling you that you’re the bad guy because you were tired of doing right by someone who never appreciated you. That’s how I hit rock bottom, Layla. And you were nowhere to be found.”

“You never needed me,” she comments.

“No, I didn’t!” Your fist slams on the table, rattling it and startling some guests. “But I wanted you, and I wanted you to love me like I loved you.”

Her expression finally loses its tension, and her features begin to droop. She stares blankly into space, allowing the air to settle around you.

“You weren’t fucking him, were you?” her small voice asks.

You give her a pitiful look. You can’t help but feel bad for her because, just like you, she hasn’t had it easy. However, you never lost sight of being a good person like her, which was her biggest downfall.

A warm feeling creeps up your body as you dry your eyes with a small napkin, thinking of the man she just mentioned. “I am now,” you confirm.

Slinging your purse on your shoulder, you place a hundred dollar bill in the center of the table.

“You’re leaving?” she asks, and you let her know you have to prepare for a baecation with Jimin. She looks shocked by your statement. “So, you and Jimin…your relationship isn’t fake?”

You get up from your seat and give her a pat on her shoulder before you depart.

“Layla,” you sigh. “I think you should stop jumping to conclusions so much, babe.”

“I’m sorry,” she admits, and all you can do is offer a sympathetic smile.

“Use that ho money and order you some lunch. And take that ring so you can pay those legal fees for not making rent after you kicked me out,” you say to her and proceed to walk away.

However, you almost forget about the apology she’d given you and turn around to tell her one more thing.

“Also, here’s to your apology. Don’t choke on it like you were choking on Jimin’s dick,” you shout, giving her the finger.

You find Jimin waiting at the door, trying to persuade security not to escort you out. He looks at you with wide eyes when you approach him.

“Are you crazy?” he laughs nervously, silently praying that he isn’t banned from his favorite restaurant.

“A little bit. But I always wanted to do that,” you giggle as his arm slips around your waist to move you to the other side of him.

“Are you okay?”

You answer with a nod and begin to walk with him down the street to the parking garage, getting all those “cute couple” stares from random people.

Becoming a fake couple just to sell content on OnlyFans is something you never imagined doing. Still, Jimin and his persuasiveness wore you down. However, it proved to be one of the best decisions you ever made. Subscribers sometimes pay just to watch you make Jimin dinner.

All you have to do is show him affection and love while you’re doing it. These days, however. No acting is required. Fake dating was fun while it was fresh, but being Jimin’s actual girlfriend is much better.

Small conversations continue as you step onto the garage’s elevator. No one is around to hop on with you, so Jimin closes the door and punches floor seven with his knuckle. Not even three seconds go by before the lights flicker, and it stops, indicating some sort of malfunction or outage.

Jimin’s short temper gets the best of him only moments after, and he grabs his hair with a slight bit of frustration.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Jimin states while he looks around as if the answers lie within the walls. However, he finds nothing to determine the cause.

“Didn’t I say let’s take the stairs?” You chuckle, watching him pace back and forth.

He looks at you like you’ve just cursed him.

“I wasn’t about to climb the stairs in these,” he cries, pointing at his shoes.

Your eyes roll.

“Jimin, you’re wearing Crocs.”

“That’s the point! They aren’t made for climbing stairs,” he explains with a high-pitched voice.

“You’re being dramatic,” you sing.

“And you’re being mean.”

His fake pouting amuses you as he walks over to the call buttons, pressing random floor numbers to see if anything will happen. He finally gives up when it proves to be no avail and goes for the emergency call button.

“Wait!” You stop him just as his finger hovers over it, and he pauses momentarily to turn around and answer you.

He hums, eyebrow lifting with interest because the growing smirk is evident on your face.

“We aren’t in a rush, are we?”

Jimin shrugs. “Not really, I guess.”

He returns to his place in front of you and folds his arms over his chest.

“I thought you wanted to play around before work, though. We probably won’t have time now—”

“Let’s do it here,” you suggest. Jimin’s widened eyes make you giggle. “If you’re down with it. I know we’ve never done it in public before.”

Suddenly, you begin to feel shy, and you try to retract your idea.

“Or maybe we can just do it another time.…”

You look away, but the tip of his finger turns your head gently, shifting your focus back to him. He greets you with a devilish grin and sinful eyes, mischief swirling within the depths of his brown orbs.

“So, you wanna fuck right here?... On an elevator?”

You answer him with a nod, and he scoffs a laugh. “We could get caught,” he mentions.

“I don’t care. I’ve been horny since this morning,” you inform him.

“And you didn’t tell me?”

“I was waiting for the right moment.” You pull him closer, blocking his hands as they try to reach out and grab your waist and then bring yours to his shoulders in the same motion.

“And which moment is that?” he questions, upset because he’s not permitted to touch you.

Your smile widens. “This one.”

Using the wall behind you for extra support, you lift your leg and slowly get into a heel stretch position, replacing the hand that was resting on his shoulder with your calf and ankle. Your hand brings his face closer so your foreheads touch. You can smell the minty freshness of his gum and the faint scent of his cologne within the close proximity.

You breathe him in blissfully as you speak. “And I’m not wearing panties.”

Jimin grips onto the railing a little harder after hearing this information.

“So I can just whip it out and.…”

“Fuck me right here,” you finish.

His hand finds his zipper instantly and drags it down. He reaches inside and pulls out his stiffened shaft, stroking it a few times before he inches closer to your cunt.

“We should probably film this… For later.” You wink.

He quickly grabs his phone from his back pocket and searches for the camera. You hold onto your own leg while he makes a hasty dash to place it on the floor beneath you—front-facing activated and already recording.

You look down and notice that it has a clear view of where your bodies will meet, making you excited to view and edit it later. You may even decide to keep this one for yourself instead of uploading it.

Jimin sighs through his nose while he spreads your folds with the head of his cock, running up and down your slit to both stimulate you and coat his length with your juices.

You gasp when he slides into you, and a hand comes over your mouth quickly, a finger to his lip silently instructing you to keep your voice down. After you nod your head, he removes his hand and places it on your calf, wrapping his ring-clad fingers around your leg to keep it where it needs to be.

You only succeed in staying quiet for a few seconds, so Jimin has to kiss your lips so he can conceal your desperate moans. Despite all the noise you’re making, he makes no effort to switch up the pace and continues to fuck you without holding back. The entire elevator rocks with each powerful thrust due to him slamming into you so violently.

Your ass slaps against the cold metal railing but does nothing for the scorching heat radiating from your skin. Soon even Jimin’s thick plush lips aren’t enough to keep your cries of pleasure from escaping, and he has to bring his hand to your mouth again.

“Be quiet, sweetheart,” he whispers, but there’s no way you can when the pleasure is so intense.

Sweat begins to form on your body, and the small space becomes stuffy and humid. Chatter from the outside only heightens the thrill of being in here so exposed and open for anyone to see. Your nails dig into Jimin’s shoulder to stop yourself from floating away in your euphoric state.

“I’m trying,” you mumble into his palm, shrieking and sobbing as tears roll down your cheeks. “It’s so good. Jimin, I—”

“I know, sweetheart. I know. It’s okay,” he coos.

Jimin shushes you as you’re trying to get your words out and lodges himself deep into your womb while he speaks to you.

“I wish you knew how good this pussy feels,” he moans, snapping his hips in an upward motion to repeatedly bury himself in your guts. “I can’t believe this is all mine.”

“Jimin…” you cry out his name, attempting to warn him about the pressure building inside you, but the words get caught in your throat. Fortunately, he knows your body well enough to sense when you are close.

“Do it. Come on my dick, Kitty.”

Your body reacts on his command, and your orgasm ripples through your body. Jimin keeps you up with his strength because the one foot planted on the ground is matched with a shaky leg.

Moments after your intense wave of pleasure, Jimin removes his cock and shoots his cum all over your pussy. Your name leaves his lips as the thick ropes of his seed squirt out on your skin. Your bodies slump over each other, and heavy breathing fills the elevator.

After you’ve calmed, Jimin retrieves the phone, so he can zoom in on his cum covering your center. He smears it with his fingers and chuckles while he records.

“So pretty, and all mine.”

Banging interrupts your post-orgasmic moment, and a man’s voice erupts from the other side of the door.

“Open up, you heathens! We have places to be!”

Jimin’s eyes find your face immediately.

“You knew we were stuck on the first floor, didn’t you?”

You shrug. “Maybe…”

You bite his earlobe and whisper, “Why? Wanna punish me later?”

And you already know for a fact that he does.

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“I still don’t understand why we’re doing this.”

Your body heats when his fingers accidentally graze your calf. What he’s doing down there is a mystery but when a free camping trip presents itself, you hope on board with no complaints.

“I need to take some more notes, okay? After that, you are free to do whatever you want up here because that’ll be the end of our arrangement,” he replies, and a bit of sadness comes over you.

The problem is you don’t want it to be over.

Sure, before his “tests” started, you hated Namjoon and his ability to silence a whole room with his love for science. But after months of being touched by his surprisingly skilled hands, you’ve gotten comfortable being around him. Sometimes you even swear there’s something between you, something unexplainable.

Namjoon felt confident in you being a perfect candidate because he knew you despised him and wouldn’t develop feelings from the intimate moments you’ve shared. However, for one of the first times ever, he was wrong. You can’t get the man out of your mind, and every day you’ve been wishing he’d say fuck it and go all the way.

Unfortunately, this is for science, and he doesn’t plan to lose his self-control. No matter how hard his cock grows in his pants when he’s administering these acts.

That sex bot he’s trying to create is going to be one lucky bitch because you’re sure he’s going to fuck her every night for the rest of his life once she’s complete.

“Just hold still. It won’t be long,” he assures.

“Please take your time.”

“What did you say?” he asks after hearing you mumbling.

You shake your head. “Nothing, just get on with it.”

Namjoon nods and proceeds to run his hand up your leg, stopping at your thighs to gently massage them with his large hands.

Small sighs leave your lips as your body relaxes and prepares itself for whatever he has planned.

“Tell me how you feel,” he requests. “Look around and just take everything in before you answer.”

Your eyes scan over the empty field and large trees that surround it. Nature has always been your comfort, so the sounds of critters and wildlife are soothing to your ears. The evening sky is probably your favorite though. It’s beautiful yet so large and unpredictable. Right now, it’s warm and clear but within the hour, dark clouds could form.

It’s a feeling of vulnerability, being this out in the open. However, Namjoon makes you feel secure. Him hovering over your partially nude body as if you’re only for him to see makes you warm inside.

“I feel exposed,” you reply, shutting your eyes to suppress a small moan.

“Keep them open,” he instructs, and on his command, you open them immediately.

“Sorry.”

“It’s all good,” he assures. He doesn’t move past the hem of your skirt even though your squirming body is begging him to.

“Does this scare you? Or make you feel overwhelmed in any way?” he inquires, slipping his thigh between your legs.

“No. It’s um…” you laugh nervously. “I like it.”

“Getting groped in public?”

“Namjoon,” you whisper with heat rushing to your cheeks. “You make it sound dirty.”

He chuckles. “Well, there’s a campsite right on the other side of those trees, you know that right?”

You nod. “Mhm.”

“Are you still okay knowing that?”

“Yeah, I’m good.” He finally moves his hand up your skirt and you get butterflies. Your hand grips the blanket below you when he finds your center, surprised by how far he’s taking it.

He’s groped and kissed all over you by this point, but he’s never touched you like that before. You tremble with excitement.

“You want more of this, don’t you?” he asks, and your eyes widen with shock. Namjoon smirks at you. “Don’t be afraid to ask for what you want. I’m more generous than you think.”

“I—”

“You?...” he mocks, tracing the patterns on your underwear. “Tell me, sweetheart.”

Fuck it.

“I want you to fuck me,” you confess, regretting it instantly. You shouldn’t have because now you look weak and that messes with everything. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I’m just—”

“Horny,” he finishes. “I already knew that. But are you sure you want me?”

“All you do is tease me and I’m just tired. I want the real thing,” you demand quite aggressively but you’re just frustrated.

Not a moment after your confession does Namjoon spread your legs wider. “Be careful what you beg for, love.”

You squeak when Namjoon lowers his head to swirl his tongue over your right nipple, but he covers your mouth before it can travel to anyone who may be listening.

“Keep it down. That’s for only me to hear, okay?” he insists, and you don’t know how you’ll keep that promise but you have to try.

When you nod your head, he proceeds to move your panties aside. He starts leaving kisses along your neck while his middle finger gently massages your clit.

“I need to know how wet you are,” he murmurs against your skin. His mouth becomes greedier once his digits dip into your heat, his teeth roughly taking flesh into his warm mouth, claiming as much territory as he can reach.

“Fuck.”

He curses once he slips past your entrance and your pussy begins to suck in his fingers.

“Namjoon,” you moan but he silences you with a kiss. Another finger sinks into your crevice, making you gasp. Namjoon, as smoothly as can be, slips his tongue inside of your mouth and explores the taste of you with urgency.

Your head spins with pleasure and as promised he’s taking you places you never thought you’d reach. Your pussy tightens around him within seconds, preparing itself for the pressure that’s threatening to release if Namjoon keeps shoving his digits inside of you at this angle.

He pulls away to catch his breath and watch you struggle to keep quiet beneath him.

“Gonna squirt for me, sweetheart?”

You nod, tears swelling in your eyes.

“All over this blanket, huh?... Are you always going to be this nasty for me?” he asks you.

“Fuck. Yes, Namjoon,” you cry, the sound muffled in his large hand.

Your body stiffens once the coil snaps and your juices squirt everywhere. Namjoon’s fingers continue to guide you through your orgasm, and he whispers praises as he leaves kisses along your abdomen.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says while fucking you into oversensitivity.

“Fuck, Namjoon. I can’t—”

“Why can’t you?” he chuckles, slapping your sensitive clit before he withdraws his hand completely. The moment you realize he’s pulled down his shorts is when he fully situates himself between your legs. “Ready to tap out?” he asks.

His nose tickles your ear, making you squirm beneath him. The tip of his cock has already found your entrance and is patiently waiting for an invitation to ruin you.

“No. Please, keep going.”

Namjoon can’t stop himself from littering your skin with his teeth, marking your body over and over until he’s too horny to even focus on the task anymore. “I wonder how much of me you can take.”

He says those words as he enters you slowly, using your wetness to slide in smoothly. He allows you to dig your nails in his skin to cope with the sudden fullness of him nestled inside of you.

“God, you feel so good already,” he groans, trying his best not to move before you’re ready. It’s then you realize that he still has a couple of inches to go so without much thought, you wrap your legs around his waist and bring him in deeper. “Couldn’t wait, huh?”

“I needed you,” you admit. “All of you.”

You can feel his dick twitching within you, and he lets out a pained laugh.

“Sweetheart, you can’t talk like that right now. I’m trying to hold back—”

“I need you, Namjoon,” you repeat anyway. He gives you a look, but you still proceed to beg and plead, knowing exactly how it’s affecting him. “I want you so bad. Fuck me, please…”

He pulls out and snaps into you in one swift motion without a warning. You cling onto him because the force of the thrust was so powerful. It leaves you trembling and desperate for more.

“Still want me?” he quizzes.

Your nods give him the answer he needs. “Yes. Fucking yes!”

Namjoon doesn’t make you wait any longer. He spreads your legs apart and starts plowing into you. Your hands try to grip anything they can reach to keep yourself from flying upward.

When he sees you struggling, he grabs your waist instead and shifts his focus to the blunt edge of his cock entering your abdomen. The sight brings a smirk to his face, and he intentionally aims deeper so he can watch his dick impale you over and over.

Your eyes roll back from the intense pleasure, feeling the familiar tightening in your core once more.

So far, you’ve been trying to keep your moans controlled but Namjoon’s thrusts make you whimper each time he enters your cervix.

“You’re so greedy, sweetheart,” he comments, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head. “No matter how much I give this little body, you just aren’t satisfied.”

“Namjoon,” you warn but he just keeps going.

“You’re so wet. Lie and tell me you don’t like it when I talk to you like this. I dare you.” His mouth finds your breasts again and he starts attacking your nipples while he continues to slam into your pussy. “Tell me and I’ll make you feel even better. I promise.”

He lets go of your arms and your hands find his hair. Your nails rake through his scalp as his soft lips suck your sensitive nipple.

“Shit, I do. Please don’t stop,” you plead.

His mouth releases your bud, and he speaks before switching to the other.

“I won’t,” he promises before he attacks the other breast. His thrusts slow down but the feeling doesn’t fade. Namjoon rolls his hips against yours and a silent cry comes from within your throat.

You can barely form thoughts, but words are nonexistent. Everything you thought about in your secret fantasies of Namjoon has been more than fulfilled by him. You’re speechless, that’s why your orgasm comes without warning.

“Sorry!” You apologize again but Namjoon is quick to deny it.

“No need. I’m just here to make you feel good, baby,” he assures. But after a few more gentle strokes he spills his seed inside of you and falls on top of you.

You lay there looking up at the sky in a post-orgasmic daze, your mind not on anything particular even though words threaten to leave your lips. But Namjoon breaks the silence first.

“Am I too heavy?” he asks.

“No.”

“Good,” he sighs although you can sense there’s something else he wants to say. After a minute, he finally opens up.

“If I told you that I was kind of falling in love with you, would you laugh?”

Drained of all of your energy, you can only shake your head and give a feeble answer.

“Not at all,” you reply.

Namjoon seems shocked by your response, and he raises his head. The empty feeling you get when he slips out of you brings your attention back to reality.

“Wait. What would you say if I told you that?” he questions, and you shrug.

“Me too?”

His mouth falls open. “For real?”

“Namjoon, you’ve gotta read the room sometimes,” you tell him.

His smile starts to grow and all of a sudden you both become shy. Nervously, your fingertips trace his lips and then more features of his face until you’ve accepted the fact that he’s someone you’ve grown to care for, someone you don’t want to lose.

However, he’s already said it’s over, so there’s really nothing you can do.

“What if I don’t want you to go?” he asks as if he read your mind.

“Like camp with you again tonight? I was going to—”

“You know that’s not what I mean,” he interrupts.

Now you’re the one who’s smiling, and you can’t resist the warmth that grows inside of you.

“If you don’t want me to leave then I guess I’m not going anywhere,” you sigh while playfully rolling your eyes. “Never dated an asshole before though. What do I feed you?”

Namjoon pulls away and rolls over, turning his back and acting as if he’s offended. For a second, you believe it and start to feel bad but then he had to open his mouth.

“Pussy is my favorite but—”

“Oh god, I’m leaving,” you say while holding back a laugh.

But of course, your boyfriend wasn’t too far behind you.

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party time || jhs

Part of the Jack N’ Jill Series: Encore | Danger! | Party Time

⇢ Drabbles: Kink Hours Drabble

❃ Festivaled Away: Hope Fest hosted by @bangtanbathhouse

⤞ Ticket: Early 2000s Block Party ⤞ Main Event: No Underwear ⤞ Games: BDSM Chambers/Sex Rooms | Humiliation | Clothed Sex | Makeshift Restraints | Edging

❂ Lovers Through the Ages ⁂ Hosted by: Professor Naia through @bangtansorciere

Playlist | Main Masterlist | Kink Hour Drabble | Danger!

The “move bitch!” hits harder when you actually need someone to get the hell out of your way. Whatever Ludacris was on when he recorded the song playing through the speakers, is the same mood you’re in tonight

You’re usually the most rational person of the group; your friends blame your strict upbringing for that—but tonight it's the hell with it. You’re pissed off, restless, and a little horny. Just having a little trouble adjusting to this change mostly.

You still bleed, but your heart no longer beats. Wounds heal quickly, but you don’t eat or sleep. And most importantly you lack two things—a soul and self control.

“Hey Mandy,” you chirp, sitting on the couch you let your friends “borrow” from your parents’ living room.

Every weekend this is the hotspot for young adults, especially when Hoseok throws a party. This asylum shut down in the 80s, but Hoseok and his friends claimed it as theirs a few years back. Now it’s used as a hang out spot, and a place cops don’t dare to enter at night. There are people spread out everywhere, even on the neighboring deserted streets.

Your band got off stage an hour ago, but music still blasts through the old ward speakers. The members and a handful of groupies usually chill in the lobby—where they drink and do all of their other extracurricular activities.

This place is a hazard, but it’s the only escape some of you have. Your parents would have heart attacks if they found out their precious daughter was here with the guy they told her to never see again. But they were foolish to think you’d ever leave Hoseok alone.

They were right about one thing though—fucking around with him did lead to you digging yourself a grave. However, the unknown chemicals floating around in the basement didn’t want you to leave this world so soon.

You have no idea how or why you’re still living or breathing—but you feel great. As long as no one triggers any negative emotions.

Like the bitch sitting on your man’s lap, for example. She looks at you with disgust covering her features and gives you a forced smile. “Hey?”

You nod and turn your attention to the man of the hour.

“Hoseok.”

“What’s up, ma.”

You ignore the sting that comes with the dry greeting and shift the conversation to a more interesting topic.

“Hey Mandy, what kinda car you drive, babe?”

The slut nearly shakes loose her updo while whipping her head in your direction. Her prideful smile is only seconds from being wiped away.

“The pink Benz. Like the one from the new Chingy video,” she boasts.

You can see Hoseok and the rest of your friends becoming alert because they already know something’s up.

“Hm, that’s cute. Not pink anymore, though.” You take the joint from Yoongi and take a hit, leaning back on the sofa with a long and very much needed exhale.

“Please, girl. You see the body work on my baby. Why wouldn’t it be?” She laughs and looks around at her crew, oblivious to the horrible news she’s about to receive.

“It’s on fire, sweetheart,” you inform.

“WHAT?!”

She jumps up in her little jersey dress and white K-SWISS, then runs outside screaming. Her little clique follows closely behind. Your smirk widens and Hoseok gives you a look.

When she’s out of sight, conversations carry on like nothing’s happened.

“What’s wrong with you?” he asks, taking the joint from your hand. If only he knew the types of things your body goes through when he speaks to you in that tone.

You usually don’t allow your emotions to control you, but it’s hard to watch the person you’re fucking show everyone else attention except you. You know it’s for the best, to keep the peace between him and the band, but sometimes it’s just a slap in the face. Do they think you’d rat them out before one of their little groupies? You have no reason to; you’re just like them. Sure, they may be better at handling this new life than you, but they also aren’t tested every day by a man as hot as the one sitting next to you.

Maybe you should just blame it on the way he behaved on stage tonight. The way his body moved to the music was sinful, but the growling was fucking demonic. How you managed to get through that performance with him acting like that will always be a mystery.

You assume you were mesmerized, so caught up in his aura to realize that your thighs were rubbing together—just like one of the whores drooling at his feet.

So, yeah you get jealous whenever he acts like that in front of them, but what are you gonna say? What can you do about it?

“Nothing.”

You try to get up so you can leave the party, but Hoseok is too stubborn to just drop it. When you feel his cold hand wrap around your arm, you fall back into the couch and allow him to slide closer to you.

“No kiss tonight?”

“Hoseok, my parents have been calling me,” you lie. “And I’m wearing lipstick, and people are watching us—”

He scoffs. “Pretty, but full of shit. I see how it is.”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re a liar. A horrible one,” he tells you.

“I am not—”

He reaches in his pocket and pulls out your little flip phone, tossing it on your lap carelessly.

It almost slides to the floor, but once it’s secured you open it and examine your screen.

“Not one person has hit you up since you told me to hold your phone 4 hours ago,” he informs and your cheeks begin to burn with embarrassment.

“Fuck, am I really that lame?”

“You are…” his fingers begin to draw small circles on your skin. You panic because this party is huge. Someone from your school could be here, private university isn’t that big. Or one of your friends could see and would want to kick you out of the band, “but it’s sexy…and I like it.”

Of course, when you try to pry away he squeezes a little tighter.

“Am I taking you home or are you staying with me tonight?”

You look at the time and the bright “1:00 AM” mocks you. There is no way you can walk through the front door at this ungodly hour—high as a kite, dressed like what your mother would call a whore, wobbling because Hoseok’s bent you over twice on the way there.

“No, I’ll stay,” you sigh.

“You don’t sound happy about it.” He lifts his eyebrows and it disappears behind his bangs.

“I’m just not looking forward to arguing with them, you know. All they do is argue, and when they aren’t, they’re ganging up on me.”

“Ah, let’s not think about all that shit right now; it’s bad for my soul.”

The eye roll comes naturally because only he can tell a bad joke and get you to smile.

“You’re dead. You don’t have a soul, Hoseok.”

“Half dead, actually. My dick still works and I could’ve sworn my heart skipped a beat when I saw you in that skirt tonight.” His smirk should annoy you, but his dimples make you squirm in your seat.

“Are you sure it wasn’t because I was bending over?”

“Could’ve been…”

His words trail off and he becomes distracted by something or someone across the room. You look in the same direction and to your disappointment there’s a girl dancing promiscuously to Dirrty while taking off her clothes.

It’s about more than you can take, so you try to stand. However once again, Hoseok snatches you right back. “Slow your roll, baby.”

You huff when your plan to escape fails.

“Where are you running off to?” he questions with amusement present in his voice.

His painted nails trace the hem of your skirt, caressing your thigh to calm you down. You hate that it works, and bite your lip to stop yourself from relaxing your muscles. But it’s only seconds before you lean into his touch.

“I need to leave.”

“And miss the show?” he chuckles while pointing at the woman twirling her hips. His lips press against your ear and he whispers, “I rather see you doing that, you know.”

“You’re a pig,” you scoff and he squeezes your thigh as a warning.

“And what does that make you?”

You gulp as his soft kisses make their way down your neck. Your clothing is bunched in your hand as you fist them tightly. Your breath hitches when his teeth graze your skin. Curious eyes begin to watch the act unfold and as soon as he starts, he suddenly pulls away.

You release the breath you were holding and suffer silently with disappointment.

“It’s attention that you want, isn’t it?” You don’t even have to answer for him to know that it’s true. He laughs, his whole body shaking so much that everyone around, including you turns to look at him. Instantly, he stops and looks directly at you. “I’m gonna leave the room and only one person’s going to follow me—it better be you.”

Your panties are soaking by the time he throws back his drink and stands up. Hoseok begins to walk away and people in every direction look on to see what your next move is. Before he can even leave the room, you’re grabbing your bag and following him out of the lobby into the asylum’s dark and eerie halls.

You have tunnel vision as you bypass all the envious eyes and side jokes. Only one thing is on your mind because you already know what time it is. There’s only one person more spiteful than you when you’re angry and that would be a pissed off Hoseok. No matter what he has planned, it’s going to be bad—but it’s still going to feel so damn good.

“You look so beautiful when you cry.”

Hoseok circles the table, his shoes thudding against the grimy floor each time he takes a step. He searches for the perfect angle, the best moment to snap a photo of you squirming and moaning in agony.

All you want is for him to touch where you need to be touched. However, all he’s done for hours is taunt you with broken promises.

“Say cheese, baby.”

As if you could do anything with your panties shoved in your mouth.

The more you struggle the tighter your bindings become. You’d think the old cords and tubes just lying about would snap easily, but Hoseok took extra measures to make sure you couldn’t move.

“So…beautiful.”

He aims the camera at your wrists so he can capture the way the cords dig into your skin, only temporarily scarring your flesh. The sight of you tied to a gurney, defenseless and at his mercy excites him in ways only you can understand.

You share a fetish for pain—he to inflict and you to receive.

You have a whole catalog of private photographs to show the lengths you’ve gone to fulfill your twisted fantasies.

He’s always said he struck gold when he met you. Girls would laugh and call him weird for the things he liked, so when he met someone who wasn’t afraid of the dark side, he couldn’t resist tainting you and making you his.

“Now this is art,” he whispers while inserting two fingers into your pussy. You attempt to scream his name, but it only comes out as a muffled cry. “So wet. I bet you wanna come so bad right now, huh?”

“Mmhm!”

Your eyes are blown out and beads of sweat form on your skin. Hoseok twists and curls his digits inside of you as he moves them in and out, making legs buckle and threaten to give out at any moment.

Your body works desperately to gain more friction, and just when he hits the right spot—his movements stop and he pulls out of you.

“Not right now, sweetheart.”

The tears sting as they form in your eyes; denial seems to be the theme for tonight.

Hoseok laughs while he sucks your juices from his long fingers, and teases you for thinking he was going to let you come so easily.

It’s been hours of this—him torturing and capturing his favorite moments on camera. Your body’s so worked up and overstimulated. Though, since you’ve crossed over your tolerance is higher, and you can withstand so much more.

Neither of you can ever resist the urge to test your new limits nowadays. Even if it means dragging it out for long periods of time. The results are always worth the wait.

“So delicious,” he comments, and you can only stare ahead at the wall as embarrassment washes over you.

His mouth is filthy and his desires are sadistic. You had no idea that either would turn you on strongly.

Hoseok snatches your panties out of your mouth and tosses them across the room. He walks over to the window, looking over the crowd before he returns to your side.

The first blow he delivers comes without a warning, and so does the second. You’re sure everyone can hear your screams, but it’s become too much to contain them anymore.

He stops for just a moment, only to ask you a question. His hand still rests on your ass, attempting to soothe the skin he’s abused only seconds before.

“Now you wanna tell me what’s been up your ass lately?”

His chilling touch does little to tame the heat rushing through you. Your dormant heart begins racing for the first time in what seems like forever, the throbbing nearly as intense pulsing within your core. You clench your fists as tightly as the bindings that strap you to the gurney.

“It’s nothing, Hoseok. Please, just—ahh!” you wince. “Fuck, this isn’t fair.”

“Liar, liar…if you lie to me again your ass will be on fire,” he chuckles.

The moonlight that shines into the darkness enlarges his silhouette, making him appear twice his size. The hollowness of the room allows his voice to project and ricochet off the grungy walls, giving you chills and shakes.

A sigh leaves your lips as the stinging subsides. Although the ghost of his touch still lingers in the reddened marks that resemble the shape of his palm. You cave and submit to the pleasure, moaning while his hands continue to roam all over your body.

“It’s them. Isn’t it, baby?” Hoseok leans over your body, pressing his ear against your back so he can listen to the sound of your blood pumping through your veins again. “Jealous, aren’t we?”

Shamefully, you confess.

“A little bit.”

He shushes your whimpers and strokes the hair out of your face. You feel the cords grow slack around your body, and you relax under his gentle touch. However, your reverie is short-lived because your punishment is right around the corner.

“Well sweetheart, if you wanna be a whore…” He growls out his words as he tugs your hair. The back of your head collides with his shoulder and you can only stare at the stars through the hole in the roof as you wait, your legs trembling with need.

He collects arousal from your inner thigh and brings it to your swollen lips, smirking when you absentmindedly dart out your tongue to taste yourself on his fingers. “Oh, I don’t have any problems treating you like one.”

Hoseok moves swiftly when freeing you from the device he’s created to restrain you. He pulls you to your feet with your hands still tied behind your back, and you require his support to stand properly because your legs can no longer keep you up on their own.

“Come here,” he commands, and he drags you towards the glassless window.

He uses his body to pin your lower half against it, and his grip on your hair to keep the upper portion from toppling over. “Hoseok…”

He ignores you and continues to yell in your face.

“This is what you want, right?” You hear his zipper sliding open, and seconds later the blunt tip of his dick touches your ass. “You want everybody to know you’re getting fucked, don’t you?”

You bite your lips raw trying to suppress your moans, but he squeezes your cheeks and forces you to let them out. The people below are clueless to what is happening five floors above them, but you’re sure before this is over they will be well aware of what is going on.

“Answer me!”

“Yes, Hoseok! I do. I fucking do,” you say while looking him in the eyes.

He shakes your head slowly, and the tone in which he speaks is condescending.

“Shut up, you know what you want.” He lets go of your face so he can position himself at your entrance. Desperation leaves you trying to push back on his erection, but he wants to move at his own pace tonight. “You’re just a dumb little whore who’s needs me to make decisions for her. Isn’t that right?”

“Hoseok, please.”

“Uh-uh, not until you accept it,” he tsks.

You turn to him again. “I am, okay. Is that what you want to hear?”

“Still with the attitude, I see. But no worries…I can fix that.”

He chuckles and tilts your head downward to look at the people below.

“That’s a long way down, isn’t it?” he asks, and you respond with a nod.

You gulp. “Yeah, it is.”

“It’s a good thing that you trust me, huh?”

“Mmhm,” you moan once he starts to probe you with very shallow and tiny thrusts. You almost allow your mind to slip away, but his previous statement comes back to haunt you the second you remember your fear of heights. “Wait. What are you talking about?...Ohh, shit!”

Without another word, Hoseok impales you with every inch of his dick—leaving you gasping, panting, and balling up your fists to cope with the intrusion.

He curses as your walls squeeze around his girth, making him twitch inside of you. You both fight through the sensitivity in silence.

“Better keep your back arched if you don’t want to fly away from me,” he warns, voice dripping with amusement. His impatience grows, and he can no longer stand there buried in your warmth. Hoseok’s pace starts fast and strong. Your eyes roll back as you get lost in the feeling.

Even though you can’t move, you still feel like you’re floating away from yourself each time he plows into the depths of your womb. “You probably wouldn’t even care, would you?”

The skin slapping noises echo through the room and drowns out your soft incoherent babbling. Your vocal cords are totally trashed after a night of singing and screaming his name over and over. You mumble responses in hopes that he can hear you, but he’s quick to tell you that he can’t.

“Speak up, bitch. I can’t hear you.” He pinches your nipple through your shirt, growling in your ear when your cunt clenches around him like a vice as a response. “Well, fuck me. So your pussy talks, but you can’t?...It’s a good thing you’re pretty.”

“Come. I need to—”

“What was that?”

“I said I need to come,” you rasp, but once again your request is denied.

“Sorry, I don’t speak whore. Try again.”

You can’t do anything but sob. Mascara runs down your cheeks, and leaves a bitter taste on your lips. “Hoseok, please. I can’t.”

“I don’t give a shit!”

Nearly at the speed of light he snatches your hair, his hunting knife coming out of nowhere to lay flat against your jugular. Your gasp seems to travel through the open air, and alert several people surrounding you. Hard bangs are heard on the door behind you, but Hoseok just keeps going, slowing down his movements momentarily.

“I knew this would get you to speak up. You were gonna come all over my dick had I not stopped,” he grunts in your ear. “Shit, you feel so fucking good.”

“Hoseok…”

“Shh. Don’t talk, just listen…and comprehend if you can,” he interrupts.

Your eyes close, trying to focus on anything other than the intense feeling in your core. You’re exhausted, overstimulated, but still begging for more like you aren’t already fighting to keep it together.

“Tell them,” he requests.

“Tell them what?”

“To fuck off. You’re fucking your boyfriend.” The sharp blade moves across your throat slowly, and then over your shoulder. Your body shudders when it travels down your spine, stopping at the lower portion of your back where your hands are bound.

Your scalp stings from all the tugging and pulling, but isn’t enough to pull you away from the high you’re trying to reach. Hoseok is like the devil in your ear, feeding you whatever he needs to so he can have his way. “Do it,” he encourages.

“But—”

“But, nothing. You said you wanna be a whore. Well, whores don’t give a damn about who knows…or who sees. Tell everybody or I’ll stop. You want that?”

“No!”

His smile widens at your reaction, knowing he’s got you where he wants you. “Then tell them who you belong to, and stop being such a pussy.”

He slams into your sensitive heat, making you yelp out his name.

“Hoseok!”

Pleased with the way everyone is now paying attention, he cuts your bindings, instructing you to hold onto the ledge and continue calling his name. He fucks you from behind and abandons his blade so he can tease your bundle of nerves beneath your skirt.

“Please don’t stop,” you beg and he promises that he’d never.

His painted nails dig into the sides of your throat as uses you like a toy and pulls you back on his throbbing cock. You’re covered in his marks already, but he still takes the opportunity to leave more with his teeth.

The feeling in your center begins to build up again, and you’re certain you’ll go insane if you don’t reach your high this time. Hoseok’s moans and growls fill your ears, drowning out the squelching and lewd sounds coming from between your thighs. Whatever song is playing, it seems to be one that he favors because his thrusts aren’t missing a beat as he plows into you.

“Fuck, Hoseok.” This time he doesn’t need a warning because he can’t take the way you’re squeezing around him. “Please?”

Finally, he caves.

“Yeah, baby. It’s okay.”

You don’t wait for him to tell you twice. Your orgasm hits fast and hard; you have to reach behind you and grab his hair to ground yourself, leaving scratches on his arms in an attempt to cope with how deep his dick travels into your womb.

Feral noises leave your lips when an intense wave of pleasure takes over you, and the feeling leaves you floating on air as your body attempts to come down from an overwhelming high. However, Hoseok isn’t done with you yet.

“Just one more,” he moans, but you shake your head. He continues pounding into you, and sobs begin to tear from your throat.

“Too much, Hoseok,” you whine, but he’s only moments away from pleasure.

“I know, baby. I just can’t get enough, sweetheart. Just one more,” he begs, returning his attention to your sensitive clit. “Please.”

“Okay…!”

As soon as he gets the greenlight his only mission is to release his load, and rob you of the last bit of strength you have left. Within seconds you both are howling out each other’s name, and everyone who is witnessing the sight before them are left speechless.

Hoseok’s seed fills your womb and soothes you until you are no longer tense with oversensitivity. Your head lolls back on his chest and your body goes limp in his strong arms.

He gives you a few seconds to pull yourself together then slowly slips out of you before he turns you around.

“Is there something you wanna say to me?” he asks, forcing you to look at him. You nod your head, and Hoseok asks you to elaborate. Your post-orgasmic high allows you to tell him without any fear or shame of rejection.

“I’m tired of sharing you,” you confess.

“Sharing me with who?”

You roll your eyes in pretend thought. “Mandy, and whoever else sits on your dick when I’m not around. I get it, you like brats, but why am I not enough?”

Hoseok kisses you before you can continue your rant of self destruction. He holds you and caresses your body in a way that brings you comfort and peace—something you’ve been craving for so long. He stares at you after your lips part, but you’re too afraid to ask what he’s thinking.

“If you haven’t realized, I’m a little fucked up,” he says after what feels like an eternity.

“So am I, Hoseok.” You look down at yourself and then back at him. “If you haven’t noticed.”

He scoffs. “Yeah, I guess you’re right about that.”

“But ever since…you know. I’ve never felt more alive. I’m becoming less afraid to be myself,” you admit.

“A crazy bitch who burns people’s cars to a crisp?”

“Shut up.” You throw a light punch to his arm, but he acts as if it did severe damage by clutching it and whining. “It was in the heat of the moment.”

“Literally,” he adds, and you both start laughing. His smile is everything, and you wonder if it’d be too much to tell him that. Hoseok senses your conflicting thoughts even amidst the jokes, and pulls you deeper into his embrace. “I’m yours, okay. I only did that shit tonight to piss you off…because apparently that turns me on.”

“I hate you. You’re such an asshole,” you cry, but still hug him tighter. “Our hearts are beating.”

He sighs. “Yeah, they are.”

“Does that mean?...”

Hoseok pulls away before he answers. “No, your marks are disappearing already.”

You look down when he touches your wrists.

“Oh.”

“I’m sorry,” he says to you.

Immediately, you shake your head. “This isn’t your fault, Hoseok.”

“I was talking about tonight. Seeing you mad is sexy, but I don’t like hurting your feelings or making you feel like you aren’t enough for me,” he admits.

You tell him it’s all forgotten and his grin returns. This time you don’t hesitate.

“I like seeing you smile.”

He nearly chokes on his saliva. “Please don’t make this weird.”

“Shut up! It sounded smoother in my head, okay. Forget it,” you laugh, pulling away to give the bird to whoever is shouting at you from the ground.

Hoseok wraps his arms around your waist and looks out into the night with you, using the position to kiss your cheek.

“Thank you. No one’s ever said anything that nice to me before,” he says after a while.

“Wanna hear some more?”

He scoffs. “Fuck, no.”

You giggle and focus on the city lights in the far distance, a thought running through your mind suddenly.

“So what now?”

His lips pout and he shrugs. “Depends on what you mean, I guess.”

“Like are we going to stay here or…”

“We?” he repeats and you nod.

“Yeah, we.”

“Us?”

“Hoseok,” you warn.

“Okay, okay,” he laughs, earning a glare. “Chill. I haven’t really thought about it. What do you wanna do?”

“Well, Mandy is the mayor’s daughter and I kind of just destroyed her car so….”

“I guess we have to leave town then,” he suggests.

“We?”

Hoseok nods and ushers you towards the middle of the room to grab your things. “Yeah, we. Did I stutter? We die together, we ride together. Simple.”

“No matter what?”

“Through everything,” he assures.

You stare at your feet, and you can feel as he begins to sense that something’s off. “Even if one of us got angry and busted the other’s car windows?”

Hoseok’s entire mood changes, and he removes his arm from around you.

“Run.”

You smile nervously. “Can I call you later?”

“Get out!”

You leave without another word, but your smile doesn’t fade. No one would ever have the balls to pull something like that with him, but you aren’t everyone.

And that’s exactly why you were able to walk out of there alive—partially, at least.

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