#good student joonie

[khrystalsnow]

2023 Recent Jungkook Fanfics✨

Hello! It's been two years since I've posted a recommendation list for my recently read or favourite reads of the year sooo I decided to do that for the end of the year! I only have a list of Jungkook's fics because he's my bias (plus yoongi and joonie) and just love his fics🫶🏼 I will be posting a separate list for the rest of the members soon🤞🏼 (hopefully). But I hope you guys enjoy and find some really good fics to read during the holidays and all the love for the authors🤭

The majority of fics are 18+ so MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Legend: 🧸-fluff ❤️‍🩹-angst 💋-smut 🙊-crack/funny ❤️‍🔥-personal favourite ✒️-ongoing

jungkook & y/n are too shy to admit they like each other and it's cute but also infuriatingly frustrating by @jungshookz 🙊🧸

-quarterback jungkook and librarian y/n

the right choice by @honeytae 🧸

-friends to lovers and mutual pining, soo cute

million dollar darling by @kooktrash 💋🧸❤️‍🔥

-jungkook and model reader. Personally, one of my new favourite because I loveee old money/rich/chaebol fics🤩

close to you by @muniimyg 🧸💋🙊❤️‍🩹❤️‍🔥✒️

-y/n and jungkook slept together and jungkook can't get over it, goofy jungkook and uptight oc. This is soo funny and I look forward to the updates all the time

bonus by @aquagustd 🙊🧸💋

-coworker au where you thought that no one noticed your flustered state whenever he's in close proximity

love on ice by @btsbrat 🧸💋

-cocky hockey player jungkook and figure skater reader

cutie in the kitchen by @borathae 🧸

-married life when jungkook cooks breakfast for oc and flirts the entire morning😭

the witch sisters by @rkivepetals 🧸🙊

-heartthrob witch jungkook meeting witch reader's sisters/family

why not and how so by @bonny-kookoo 🧸(little bit of ❤️‍🩹)💋❤️‍🔥

-jungkook figuring out that oc's dirty humour, mean and bratty actions is just a front and you're just a cutie pie inside

mugs & kisses by @minisugakoobies 🧸❤️‍🔥

-sooooo cuteeee, JK barista and his way of showing his love: drawings on coffee cups

sweet nothing by @adonis-koo ❤️‍🩹🧸❤️‍🔥✒️

-oc being a pregnant guest at the Jeon Estate because of her brother

kismet by @wnderkoo 🧸💋❤️‍🩹❤️‍🔥

-bookstore owner jungkook and oc who desperately needed to get a job

angel in the marble by @venusjeon ❤️‍🩹💋🙊❤️‍🔥

-michelangelo jungkook and servant reader

laundry fairy by @borathae 💋

-neighbours au where JK comes over to help with your laundry and more

ungodly hour series by @explicit-tae 💋🙊❤️‍🔥

-college students where you need a hulu account and jungkook is a BIG TIME SIMP

#jeon jungkook #bts fanfic #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #jungkook fanfic #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #ReadingList

[hansolmates]

[teaser] fly to my room

banner made by @eerieedits

summary; with a super huge crush on the super student jeon jungkook, you can't help but feel inferior with your subpar abilities when he's the literal hercules on campus. however, with a potential group of super villain students on the loose, you might have to tamp down your feelings to save your school pairing; superhero!jungkook x superhero support!reader (f) genre/warnings; sky high!au, university!au, mha!au, self deprecation lol, hero elitism, sidekicks can get bullied :(, strong man!jk, jk is a lil cocky and flirty, one lil sexy thing BUT that's it >:D w/c; preview is 561 a/n; no words just AAAAA

“Hey, watch out!” 

A metal discus is being blown through the wind, the cause being Jungkook who’s training on the hero’s side of the stadium. You can only stare wide-eyed, focusing on Jungkook’s arms, still poised mid-air from the throw. The discus is shiny and looks like it’s barely moving from the amount of speed Jungkook has curved onto it, but you close your eyes and push your hands out towards the hurling force. 

Bing! 

You feel the heavy hunk pass through your void, a wink in time that has you feeling dizzy as you try to refocus the exit portal. The speed is what gets you, and has you immediately sweating from your forehead as you force the object to rip back into the current dimension, the discus landing right at Jungkook’s feet. 

“That—was great!” Namjoon teleports right in your face, mouth huge with praise. He is grabbing your shoulders, shaking you frantically in his excitement. “Wow, did you see how fast that thing was going? Maybe it was a fight or flight response—obviously, Jungkook would’ve cut your neck open—” 

“Great visual, Namjoon—” 

“But you teleported it! Aren’t you proud?” 

There’s no time to be proud when Jungkook is bounding across the field to meet you in the sidekick section. It causes all the other Superhero Supports to stop a fraction in their training, wondering how this conversation will go. Namjoon continues to stick by you however, knowing how absolutely abysmal you are in the presence of the famed hero. Having talked to Jungkook once or twice in class, Namjoon begrudgingly understands what’s so charming about the guy. 

You’re too focused on the gilded appearance Jungkook brings to the stadium. His blond hair gleams in the sun, and the lightweight metal that protects his arms wraps around his muscles like liquid gold. He’s absolutely blinding. 

“We meet again,” Jungkook grins, “are you okay?” 

“I-I’m sorry?” you fight the urge to wince when Namjoon pinches your waist. 

“You’re a teleporter, right? Your reaction time was insane!” Jungkook is smiling at you, prattling off your stats with a fervor you fail to understand. “Maybe they can bump you up to Hero-Class next exam, I’m sure you’re not far from the cutoff.” 

“No, actually. I’m just trying to stay afloat,” you force a shaky laugh, running a hand through your hair, “thanks though.” 

“I’ll put in a good word to Professor Luna,” Jungkook winks, turning away to return to his training session. 

“Jungkook’s right,” Namjoon squeezes your body again, trying to keep you in this dimension. “Your reaction time was insane. Can you imagine the power you’ll have when you finally gain control? Let’s go to the shooting range right now, test it out!” 

“Oh my god, he talked to me,” you whisper to yourself, replaying the conversation over and over in your head. Namjoon is but a spirit in your vision. 

“I mean, he had to. Like I said, he almost decapitated you,” he waves a hand in front of your face, “c’mon, stop thinking about Jungkook!”

“You're asking for the impossible, Joonie,” you frown, picking up your backpack. 

You take one step at a time, still feeling numb from the interaction. Namjoon insists that you should ride off this high, and train a little more. The only high you’re focusing on is the beating of your heart, and Jungkook’s gleaming grin. 

#jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #jungkook fic #bts fic #bts x reader

[jjkeverlast]

Congrats on your milestone 💜💜 I'm in dire need of some Joonie in my life.

smut prompt: “What makes you think I’m going to fuck you?”

trope: enemies-to-lovers 🙃

play the game | knj

-> pairing professor!namjoon x professor!reader

-> genre smut

-> summary things take a turn between namjoon and you when you find yourselves locked inside the printer room.

-> word count 2.0k

-> warnings slight banter, namjoon in glasses (yes it's a warning), oral (f. receiving), clit biting and cum eating.

-> author's note ahhh my beautiful jess!!! here's the long awaited namjoon drabble, hope this kills you as much as it did me... while writing this. thank you for requesting this babe! <333 - again, prompt is marked in bold and i do not have taglists to requests! thank you <3

‘’Great. Just great.’’ You sigh in defeat, as Namjoon finally releases the handle of the door. It’s locked. So fucking cliché. You’re pissed for two exact reasons in this situation. The first being that no one bothered to call for a locksmith when it came to the broken lock for the printer room. The second one being, Kim Namjoon, or rather you’d call him an asshole. 

An asshole for being slow. 

‘’Well, seeing it’s over 4pm, there’s likely no chance at anyone coming to get us.’’ He reasons, looking at his watch as you notice the prominent veins slightly peeking from his blue sweater. You gulp when he finally looks up and you immediately look down at your black heels. You’re fucked. This is seriously fucked. It bugs you how good he smells. He’s always smelled clean, as if his clothes just came out of a fresh laundry and a mixture of decent cologne. 

You mutter a quick fuck over your body feeling intoxicated by Namjoon’s smell. You don’t like him, nor will you ever see yourself date him. Although…

‘’Do you have your phone on you?’’ You look down at yourself, a pencil skirt hugging your thighs tight and a blouse. Do you look like someone who carries your phone? 

‘’You’re joking, right?’’ Namjoon’s eyes scan your body, realizing you don’t have any pockets or phone. You try to remain calm as a small smirk tugs at his lips after checking you out. 

Namjoon had left his phone hanging in his pocket, the pocket attached to his jacket hanging in the teacher’s lounge. 

Neither of you are to blame. You were casually waiting for the paper’s to print when Namjoon walked in. It was the end of the day, students already being long gone and the teacher’s packing up for the day. You were immediately annoyed when Namjoon entered and he was not as fazed by seeing you as the only one in the printer room. 

Chaos doesn’t erupt until the janitor closes the door without any warning. The janitor not only didn’t see you or Namjoon, no, he didn’t hear you as well. His headphones stuck to his ears, as he walked the opposite position completely oblivious to the pair he left behind. 

And now you’re here. Stuck in a printer room with Kim Namjoon. 

You don’t even know where to start with this man. First of all, he’s slow, so slow he’s practically taking over half of your classes time as you unfortunately share the same auditorium.

There hasn’t been once since Namjoon started working here where you haven’t had the right amount of time with your class. It started off as irritation, which soon turned to hatred. Second of all? He’s attractive. Very attractive. If it weren’t for his slowness, you would have probably tried to ask him out. But he’s not. And now? Now you feel as if you’re near him, you’ll explode. 

You can’t be stuck with him. This will end badly, so you figure you’ll ignore him for now. The floor doesn’t seem so bad, so you lean your back against the working printer and sigh in hopelessness. 

‘’Alright, well, let’s play a game.’’ Namjoon suggests sitting in front of you, legs crossed as he supports his upper body with his palms. 

‘’A game? No thanks.’’ You roll your eyes at his ridiculous idea. Why does he even talk to you? 

‘’Oh we’re still on the ‘I don’t like you’ game, I see.’’ His chuckle is dry, eyes landing on the gray carpet covering the whole floor of the room. It sounds almost as if he’s wondering why exactly you don’t like him. As if you haven’t made it more obvious. 

‘’Still? As long as you continue being slow, I’ll continue being rude.’’ Your voice is stern, throwing Namjoon completely off as his eyes widen over your comment. 

‘’That’s why you don’t like me? Because I’m – slow?’’ He repeats you. 

You nod quickly, and Namjoon scoffs in response. ‘’Slow isn’t necessarily bad.’’ 

You snort, not believing he’s actually trying to reason slow for being a good thing. 

‘’Well for me it is. Especially if it drags over my time.’’ 

‘’Ah, so that’s what it’s about.’’ He pushes his glasses up a bit, swallowing the fact that you actually despite him, when he’s been nothing but kind to you. It hasn’t been noticeable, but Namjoon has never on purpose been slow. He’s just overall captivated by giving out lessons and has always admired himself and his job. He’s confident to put it quite frankly, so for you to think he’s being an asshole really throws him off. 

Namjoon’s puzzled yet relaxed face has you wondering. Is he seriously mad about you calling him slow? When you both know he is. It’s ridiculous, the guy shouldn’t get angry, rather accept the fact you’ve thrown at him and you both can move on with the day. 

It’s as if he’s noticed you’re staring and a sly smile begins to tug on his lips before speaking, ‘’you hate me, yet you stare at me as if you want me.’’ 

Your breathing hitches as his eyes now lock with yours, he’s on to you. He’s always known that your huge hatred for him is deeply buried in lust. Always has been. 

Sometimes it would drive you mad that he’s gotten to your head, even under sexual activies and that was the last straw for you. You had to keep yourself away. 

Regarding the situation you’re currently in, it’s hard not to when his smell almost stifles you from being so close. You’re about to break, the arousal in between your legs proving itself to you. 

‘’I– I don’t…’’ You’re an utter mess, messing up your whole ‘I hate you’ demeanor towards him and he breaks into a laugh. 

‘’That’s cute, Y/N.’’ He moves closer, you being able to have a clearer sight of his brown eyes and pearly white teeth hidden beneath his plumb lips. He’s so effortlessly hot and you clench your jaw, trying not to show another sign of you desperately wanting to touch him. 

‘’Why are you being so shy all of a sudden?’’ His hand goes to play with his chain, as if he wants you to look at him closely. It’s a trick, and he’s got you right where he wants to. 

‘’I’m not.’’ You fix your composure, settling on standing up to try and ignore how wet you’ve grown from having Namjoon so close to you. 

It’s now become a staring game between the two of you. Namjoon leaning against the closet of paper supplies and you, leaning against the printer. 

Namjoon runs his tongue over his lips, them now glistening in the light and you feel yourself feeling more worked up. Fuck, if only he just took you and–

‘’Fuck this.’’ Namjoon mutters under his breath, stepping towards you in a hurry as he hastily chases your lips. You never expected his lips to feel so soft against yours, yet roughly pressed as it’s the only time he’ll be able to feel you like this. 

A whimper escapes you when his tongue runs over your bottom lip. God, why is he so good at this? 

Before things become too heated, Namjoon pulls away, his glasses slowly sliding down until your finger presses the rim, pushing them upwards. ‘’Is this okay?’’ He barely whispers, his forehead neatly pressed to yours as you’re still trying to catch your breath from the unexpected kiss. 

‘’Yes.’’ You pull him by the sweater, as his lips continue to move against yours. Your fingers run through his hair, gripping the ends tightly causing him to groan against your mouth as his hips roll against your core. Fuck, you need him. Now. 

Your fingers run longer down, reaching his belt before Namjoon stops you. 

‘’Hey, let me make you feel good okay?’’ Your mouth falls agape at his words but nod regardless. 

‘’On one condition.’’ 

‘’Anything.’’ 

‘’You admit you want me.’’ His brows raise, a smile desperately wanting to grow on him as he watches you crumble at his words. He has you exactly where he wants to. If he hadn’t given you a taste of his lips, you’d let go of him and told him that he should just forget this ever happened. But no, you want him and he knows, he’s just being an asshole and wants to hear you say it. You can’t easily give in, but the desperation growing between your legs gives the extra push to your answer. 

‘’I want you.’’ Namjoon finally lets his smile slip, a smile that screams victory. You let out a breath, about to pull yourself in to taste his lips again when Namjoon pulls slightly away, taking his glasses off before he gives in to your lips with his. 

It grows heated, very quickly, so quickly Namjoon is having you sit on the desk stacked with paper and him positioned between your legs. Your pencil skirt is riled up, your heat in clear contact with Namjoon’s growing bulge. 

‘’Fuck, I can feel how wet you are.’’ Namjoon says as his lips run against your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses. 

‘’Let me make you feel good yeah?’’ You nod, watching the sight of Namjoon getting on both knees, his face inches away from your almost drenched panties. He doesn’t hesitate, grabbing the ends of it, until they’re completely pulled off. 

You expect Namjoon to go slow with you, slowly running his tongue along your folds, feeling you sensually but no. 

His tongue goes straight on your clit, flicking it which sends you arching towards his face. He has the control, his arms strapped to your legs, keeping them open for him while he devours you. He’s wild, letting his tongue run flatly on your folds and going back to sucking on your clit in a loop. He’s up for the challenge, and that is to make you cum, by only using his tongue. 

‘’Don’t stop– shit.’’ He groans at your confirming words, now with the knowledge of him doing so well on you. You’re loving this, your legs shaking as your orgasm is slowly approaching, but you try to hold yourself a little longer. Not wanting Namjoon to get the biggest ego after making you finish so fast. 

It’s been a while for you, ever since he started getting to your head you couldn’t go out and concentrate on dates anymore. Namjoon was getting too close. 

You’re completely taken off guard as Namjoon softly bites onto your clit, sending you over the edge and finally coming undone on his tongue. He doesn’t stop just yet, keeping his warm mouth on you, as if he doesn’t want you to forget what it feels like, what he’s capable of doing to you. 

‘’Namjoon, I’m–’’ Another moan slips, your body too captivated by the pleasure, caused by only his mouth. How? How is he this good? 

With a firm kiss to your clit, Namjoon retrieves, his chin and lips smeared in your arousal, glistening under the yellow light of the printer room. He looks unreal. You want more, you can never get enough of him and what more perfect moment than doing all of it now?

‘’Come here.’’ Your hands firmly holding onto his face about to kiss him again, he gladly accepts and you let yourself get a taste of you remaining on his tongue. 

The kissing starts growing yet again hot, your hands again, finding his belt about to take it off to finally feel him. You’re taken by complete surprise when Namjoon chuckles as he pulls away. 

‘’What makes you think I’m going to fuck you?’’ It throws you off, his tone indicating you’ve gotten the wrong message. 

‘’W-what?’’ 

‘’One to zero love.’’ With that he puts his glasses back on his face, turning towards the exit as he fumbles for his keys. He finally gets a hold of a key, opening the printer room and leaving you all alone, sprawled onto the desk. 

‘’Oh, it’s on Kim Namjoon.’’ You say to yourself, tone laced with anger. 

© jjkeverlast 2022 [do not copy, translate or repost any of my works.]

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[run2yoongi]

puppy love | jjk + kth x reader (4)

you’d met jeon jungkook and his best friend kim taehyung in your first year at university. it didn’t take long for you to fall for jungkook, however it was clear that he was less than interested in romance. you pushed down the frustration and jealousy when jungkook talks about his weekend exploits and dating app matches, telling yourself that being friends with benefits was better than being nothing at all. you didn’t expect that one of the benefits of your arrangement with jungkook would be his best friend, taehyung.

↳ pairing: fuckboy!jungkook x reader, taehyung x reader

↳ setting: college au

↳ warnings: consumption of alcohol, jealous!taehyung, cliffhanger kinda

↳ side note: lil joonie cameo in this one! it might be a little unclear in this one but tae is also a student, he just tutors y/n bc he's smart hehe

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taehyung hadn't missed the banging of his dorm neighbours headboard on their shared wall. jungkook wasn't shy when it came to his volume, despite the numerous texts taehyung had sent to tell him to quiet down. on any normal day, taehyung would just put on his headphones and ignore it, focus on his practice exams as usual. except, this time, you weren't answering his texts either.

it shouldn't bother him, he'd known something had been going on between his best friend and you for a while. however, he couldn't get rid of the gnawing feeling in his gut. he couldn't be sure that the moans he was hearing next door were from you, but the odds weren't looking good. he brushed off the bubbling sensation of jealousy, telling himself that it was just irritation at the noise, that he had no claim over you but the frustrating feeling refused to dissipate.

he'd left the dorm quickly, unable to stifle the sinking feeling in his chest at the thought of you being so close, yet still wrapped up in jungkook's whirlwind of a sex life. subconsciously, he hoped he'd run into you as he passed by the library on the way to the campus bar, but your usual spot was empty. his chest tightened, as his thoughts began to run dark. in the countless hours he'd spent tutoring you, you'd been a perfect, innocent pupil. so focused on your grades that you never noticed him. how could you suddenly become the complete opposite when you were around his best friend? he needed to see it for himself.

after you'd fallen asleep next to an exhausted jungkook, your muscles ached as you woke up with the glaring screen of your phone stinging your eyes. jungkook had his hand draped delicately over your hip, snoring softly in a peaceful, shallow slumber. reading over your missed messages, you chewed on the inside of your cheek.

from: tae 2hrs ago

are you still at the library?

just got back to the dorms if you're free

you groaned, frustrated at how easily you'd slipped into a state of unconsciousness after you had planned on catching taehyung and jimin after they returned from their dance practice.

to: tae

oops just woke up

you withdrew from the bed, gently sliding out from under jungkook's grasp so you wouldn't disturb him. waking him up to say goodbye felt a little too intimate, even if you'd just woken up to his legs tangled with yours. fixing your hair and clothes as best you could, you left the dorms and headed straight to your own, determined to shower and get rid of the questionable stain that was hidden on the inside of your skirt.

your phone screen lit up, and you glanced at the preview.

from: tae

silly girl

as you entered your dorm building, you read over the text with a sheepish grin. taehyung seemed to like teasing you, especially during your tutoring sessions. it almost made it seem appealing to get some of his questions wrong, just to hear whatever taunt he had prepared for you.

at the campus bar, taehyung had successfully managed to get you out of his thoughts for a couple short hours. he'd actually ran into some friends from his high school and had caught himself listening intently to one of them talk about whatever assigned reading they'd been given by their psychology professor. then you'd messaged him, and all the drinks his old friends had bought him seemed to catch up at once.

excusing himself and slipping out to the smoking area, he calmly took a breath of air and called you. the alcohol in his system steeled his nerves as he waited for you to answer.

you picked up the phone, fresh out of the shower. water droplets were still falling from your hair when you read the caller ID, surprised at the unprompted call. "hey, taehyung." you spoke slowly, curiosity lacing your tone.

you heard the steady beat of music on the other end of the line, muffled by distance and the sound of chatter. "y/n, hi." taehyung replied sounding hesitant, as if he hadn't been the one to call. "what's up?" you questioned as you stood in front of your mirror, holding the phone to your ear as you noticed the light purple marking on the base of your neck.

"just wanted to see if you wanted to come out," he began. he spoke with a level of reservation that you weren't really used to, making you wonder if something was wrong. "i'm just at the campus bar."

you hummed, contemplating whether it was worth it to go out when your thighs still ached from jungkook's onslaught earlier. you had wanted to see taehyung tonight though, especially after seeing the dance practice video that jimin had posted of him. "ah, sure." you finally answered, sliding open the door to your wardrobe. "i'll be there soon."

-

by soon, taehyung learned that you really meant an hour as he saw you walk into the venue, craning your neck to find him. he waved to grab your attention, eyes glancing briefly over your exposed thighs as you approached him. it only took a moment to realise that he didn't really want to introduce you to his old high school friend, especially as they widened their eyes as you made your way over. it was too late though as you smiled at the pair, looking at taehyung expectantly as he hesitated to introduce you.

"this is namjoon," taehyung sighed, reluctantly gesturing to his older friend. "he's too old to be on campus, so keep an eye out for security."

namjoon laughed, his dimples becoming defined as his eyes landed back on his friend. "some people have to do post-graduate studies, taehyung." he rolled his eyes before glancing back at you. "what is your name, darling?" he asked, his charming accent catching your attention. you accepted his hand as he extended it to you, noting how warm it felt on your palm.

taehyung glared at his friend, his drunk mind growing bitter that between jungkook and now namjoon, he was constantly having to vie for your attention. "y/n." he answered for you, eyes flashing a careful warning to his friend. you sat down with the pair, smiling politely at namjoon. "let me get this round," namjoon spoke, his eyes focused on you as he stood from his seat. gone as quickly as you came.

you looked over to taehyung, who's eyes were already focused on you. on your neck. your hand flew up to block his view as you realised that he was staring at the purple love bite that jungkook had left, contempt written across his features as his lips formed into a thin, straight line.

he had been right, taehyung thought as he struggled to fight off the spread of bitterness in his mind. you didn't speak a word, unsure if you should feel more embarrassed or defensive. the two of you sat, looking at the crowd around you. you didn't see anyone you recognised, aside from taehyung who still had a distinct unimpressed expression on his features. you were relieved when namjoon returned shortly, placing a margherita in front of each of you, oblivous to the growing tension. it was evident that namjoon was kind and attentive as he asked you about yourself, your major, your interests. taehyung remained quiet, only interjecting to brush you off when you attributed your academic performance to his consistent tutoring.

you'd exchanged contacts with namjoon before he excused himself to speak with another table, his other friends, you assumed. left with taehyung, it occurred to you how little he had actually spoken to you considering he was the one who had invited you out. "you feeling okay?" you asked, turning your body towards him as you spoke. taehyung was heavy lidded, resting his chin in his palm, phone in hand. "you like hyung?" he asked you, ignoring your question.

"he's nice," you answered, glancing over at the older boy who had joined a game of pool. you didn't miss taehyung's eyebrow raise at your response, and you rolled your eyes at him. "you know what i mean. it's rare to meet someone who doesn't only talk about themselves here." you added.

"'joon is very popular." taehyung mumbled, staring into his empty glass. his cheeks were lightly flushed, and you wondered how much he'd had to drink before you arrived. "i'm sure you'd be very popular too if you weren't locking yourself in your room to study all the time," you teased, nudging him lightly with your shoulder.

taehyung didn't seem amused. he just looked up at you with a mixture of glare and boredom. it was a far cry from the taehyung that you were used to, the one who would sit with you for hours going over every detail that you missed in your practice essays.

you shrunk in your seat, feeling defeated and confused at his attitude. you considered leaving early before taehyung interrupted your thoughts. "did you have fun?" he spoke, eyes fixed on your neck again.

you pursed your lips, cheeks beginning to warm up under his scrutiny. "hm?" you questioned, feigning ignorance as your hand subconsciously crept up to cover the mark that his friend had left. he leaned in closer to you, extending his arm to brush your hand away from its hold on your neck. "is this why you've been in a sour mood?" you asked, crossing your arms as you decided to defend yourself. "you think i'm trash now, or something?"

taehyung, uncharacteristically, smirked at your question. he was becoming increasingly difficult to read, especially as the drinks namjoon had offered you began to cloud your thoughts. "i'm not the one you need to be worried about, darling." he finally answered, mimicking namjoon’s pet name for you- you ignored how sweet it sounded coming from taehyung’s lips. instead, you thought over his words. was he implying jungkook thought less of you now just because he'd left a hickey on your neck? "that's your best friend." you retorted.

you seemingly struck a nerve as whatever playfulness was left in taehyung's eyes disappeared. he nodded, "sure is." he sighed, leaning back in his seat, switching his eyes from your neck to your face. "which is how i know you're wasting your time." he finished.

your stomach sank as you processed his words, unsure if it was worth it to pry if it meant getting your feelings hurt. "i know he isn't..." you paused, considering your word choice.

"i just think you can do better." taehyung interrupted, sighing as a resigned expression washed over his face. "like, if he's fucking other people, i don't know why you're not."

you shrugged, ignoring the wound that his words were inflicting on your ego. surely he didn't mean to hurt you, right? he wasn't wrong, you just didn't like to be reminded of how tightly you were wrapped around jungkook's finger.

"who else am i going to fuck, taehyung? i don't go out." you replied flatly. you finished the rest of your drink, desperate to drown the unpleasant feelings that were festering in your mind. taehyung paused, seemingly holding back whatever was on the tip of his tongue. it's not like he could talk, you almost never heard taehyung talk about his love life. in fact, trying to recall the last time he had even mentioned anyone he was interested in aside from unobtainable idols or actresses was a stretch.

"idiot," taehyung smiled, his voice drowned out by the 80s pop blaring over the speakers and shouting of the garish groups surrounding you. you rolled your eyes, eager to find a new topic to discuss outside your depressing, unrequited love life.

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you hadn't stayed much longer as the bar began to become overcrowded. you quickly said your goodbyes to namjoon, he sent you a wink from across the bar as you waved, earning an unexpected giggle like you had suddenly been transported back to middle school. taehyung pretended he hadn't seen the interaction, instead deciding not to grace his high school friend with a farewell before the two of you decided to go for a walk back to the dorms and enjoy the nighttime breeze.

after one too many drinks, taehyung found his jealousy was becoming impossible to suppress, to ignore. as you walked across the campus lawn talking about your plans for the weekend, taehyung grew silent. when you'd finished speaking, you glanced over to him to find his eyes locked onto you with a pained expression.

"you okay?" you questioned, an intoxicated smile still splayed across your lips. taehyung shrugged in response, his expression unchanging as he crossed his arms. you could see his mind racing behind his eyes, the same way he looked when he was going over your work. "spit it out," you jeered, attempting to uphold the relaxed mood you'd found comfort in over the night.

"were you over at jungkook's, before?" he asked, his tone restrained. though, you thought he already knew the answer. he bit his lip as he waited for your response, clearly seeking confirmation. "yeah, i was." you admitted quietly, a wave of embarrassment suddenly filling your mind. taehyung broke his gaze and let out a sigh, to your confusion. had he really been bothered by it? you questioned, unable to contrive any words to fill the silence.

"i know it makes me seem pathetic, but it's not really like that," you began, staring off into the pattern of lights emanating from the dorm buildings. "i know what he wants or, what he doesn't want-"

"it's not pathetic, y/n." he interrupted, his gaze also set on the buildings which stood across from you on the grass. you raised your eyebrow staring at his soft lips as he refused to look back at you, instead choosing to fix his eyes on the earth beneath you. the cool night breeze danced through taehyung's hair, revealing the peaks of his cheekbones, the mellow glow of the moon highlighting his features.

he lead you into his dorm building and into the elevator without a word. you'd already spent too much time in that same dorm block today, you thought. in your drunken haze, you didn't really question where you were going. you were just happy to be spending time with your friend outside of brutal tutoring sessions.

as you made your way down the hall, you passed the door to jungkook's room. still as silent as you left it, you wondered if he'd ever even woken up. the door to taehyung's room opened as he held it open for you. you'd been inside taehyung's room before, but this felt different. more intimate than when it was the trio- taehyung, jungkook and yourself. you stepped inside and removed your shoes cautiously, hesitant to make yourself comfortable.

"does namjoon live on campus?" you asked, attempting to break the tension that you hoped you were just imagining. taehyung rolled his eyes at you as he plopped down on his bed, reaching for the bottle of water that sat on his desk. "why, are you interested? you're just as bad as jungkook." he taunted.

"i'm not into every guy i see, tae." you scowled, pulling out his desk chair to seat yourself across from him. taehyung raised his eyebrows at you as he sipped from his water, wordlessly refuting your statement. "i'm not!" you repeated, swatting him on the arm softly.

"i'm kidding, i know that." he sighed, rubbing his arm where you'd landed your hit. "no need to get violent, love." you shook your head at him, feeling the heavy atmosphere begin to dissipate. "he doesn't, actually. you'll need to find someone else's dorm to be a noise disturbance at." he finally answered. your face flushed, realising what he'd said. he'd heard you. you mumbled an apology, keeping your hands in your lap as shame began to spread heat across your face.

after offering the water bottle to you, taehyung spread himself across his bed, fixing his arms underneath his pillow to prop himself up. the muscles of his arm were on full display, the short sleeves of his shirt doing little to dissuade you from staring. the hem of his shirt slipped up as he shifted to make himself more comfortable, revealing the toned flesh underneath. you tried not to look, but taehyung was just as irritatingly pretty as jungkook- you couldn't help yourself, not with the buzz of alcohol running through you.

taehyung watched you struggle with yourself, a smirk growing on his lips. he liked you like this the most, frustrated and with your attention entirely fixed on him. it was something he'd gotten used to as he tutored you, something he looked forward to every week. a part of him liked it a lot more, though, when you were getting frustrated over him rather than academics.

you lifted the water bottle to your lips to hide your shame as a few droplets slipped and fell onto your shirt. "so messy," taehyung teased. "you always get this uncoordinated when you drink?" he reached for his phone and turned on some music, a song you didn't recognise.

"no, do you always get this grumpy when you drink?" you responded sharply. taehyung laughed and shook his head at your counter, taking the bottle from you and placing it on his desk and looked up at you, something dark crossing his eyes. "no, just when i have to listen to my star pupil getting fucked from the other side of the wall."

your heart nearly jumped out of your chest. he really was bothered by it. you thought after you'd apologised, that would be the end of it- but it seemed taehyung was keen on pressing the issue. you squeezed your thighs together, shifting in your seat under his uncomfortable gaze. "why'd you ask me to come out, then?" you asked, dumbfounded.

taehyung hummed, carefully thinking over his answer before speaking. "it's a bit difficult to get out of your mind, after hearing that." he tilted his head to the side, his calculating eyes anticipating your reaction. you couldn't make heads or tails of him. was he angry? jealous? even if he was jealous, you couldn't tell if he was jealous of jungkook or yourself. after you said nothing, he continued. "i guess i just gave up." he sat up on the bed, breaking the comfortable distance between you, making your breath hitch in your throat.

he was toying with you, you finally concluded, and unfortunately, he was succeeding at getting under your skin. you wondered if he'd only invited you out to watch you squirm. "what's the point in getting shy now?" he pressed, raising an eyebrow at your silence. "i-i'm not." you stuttered, unable to defend yourself from his teasing in this new, unfamiliar territory. an unexpected wave of arousal began to grow between your thighs at his teasing and silently, you cursed at yourself for playing right into his hands. "if you want," he paused, taking a breath. "we could get back at him."

your body became warm, your heart hammering under your hot flesh as your lips parted in shock. taehyung had always been blunt, but he'd never been this forward. "you're drunk," you dismissed him, breaking eye contact to look anywhere that wasn't his face. "you don't mean that." you added.

"think about it, you're sitting around and waiting on someone who's happily fucking other people." he leaned forward, speaking with a subdued enthusiasm that spread heat across your face. "you should let him know you're doing the same, since you're just friends."

you opened and closed your mouth, unable to refute his words even if you wanted to. he had a point, but with taehyung? his best friend? your tutor? it was a line you knew shouldn't be crossed, even if you'd never discussed it. though, part of you wondered if he would even care. "i don't want to have sex with someone just to get back at him." you eventually responded in a hushed voice.

taehyung nodded in understanding, but you could still feel his intense gaze on your face. "your choice," he shrugged, "but the offer is there.". you bit your lip, taken aback by how cooly taehyung was playing off this situation. "if we.." you paused, embarrassed at how lewd the conversation had become. "you know, if we ever do it. it'll be because i want to." you mumbled, still averting your gaze.

taehyung's ears perked up, unsure if he heard you correctly. "if you want to?" he mused, raising his brows at you. "and do you want to?". you looked back to him, his eyes eager for your response. he wanted to make you say it. you wanted to save yourself the humiliation and shout no, but at this point, you knew that would be dishonest. so instead, you sat there, frozen.

taehyung relaxed his posture on the bed and let out a heavy sigh, momentarily taking the pressure off you. "i'm sorry y/n, that was probably too far." he admitted. you nodded at his apology, though not entirely agreeing. he was incredibly handsome and definitely sought after, if the looks he got around campus were anything to go by. but you weren't willing to do something that he’d likely regret once you'd both sobered up- even if the deepest part of you wanted to.

"it's not that," you began, your voice uneasy. "i just don't want you to do something like that because you pity me.". taehyung's eyes widened. "because i pity you?" he repeated in disbelief. "y/n..." .

his hands reached for the arms of your chair and pulled you towards him towards the bed. his face was so close, you could see the glistening reflection of the lamp in his eyes. he brought his hand up to your jaw, softly cupping your face. "you have no idea what you do to me. just know…" he sighed. the temptation to kiss him started to seep into your thoughts, his lips were so full and his face looked so soft, so perfect. "if you do want to, i'm not going to take it easy on you." he whispered a heavy warning, seemingly reading your mind as you clenched your thighs together tightly, a warm sensation overwhelming your lower half.

"you never do," you squeaked, feeling powerless to his attempts to bring you closer to him, to get you to admit that you wanted him.

"just know if you say yes, you'll have to be mine."

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[avianyuh]

Heya! Do you take requests? If so, can you please write BTS members headcanons where their SO has her finals approaching and feels apathetic, lazy/unmotivated to study? PS-Love your writing! THANK YOU :)

{A/N; as a stressed out college student, this request spoke to me lol}

BTS Helping Thier S/O Through Finals

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Word Count; 1,587

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Jin:

Jin really did feel for you during finals

So when you told him you were feeling unmotivated and a little overwhelmed

He knew you would either completely ignore studying or stress yourself out and prioritize cramming for notes over sleeping and getting enough to eat

Neither option was good in his mind

So, he told you he would help you stay on track

So he tried to help you the best way he knew how to

He ended up creating meal plans and would cook for you

If he had to be somewhere and couldn't be home with you he would leave you meals in the fridge to heat up

He usually makes you fresh meals with lots of veggies and filling ingredients

He wanted you to be healthy

He'd try to encourage you to take some breaks

Whether it was Jin trying to get you to put down your textbook and play a round of MarioKart

Just something fun to get your mind off of things

He would leave you alone to study

But if it got to be really late in the night

He would come into your room and tap on your shoulder, telling you the time and suggesting you go to bed

He'd carry you to bed and make sure to keep all of the lights dimmed so you didn't get headaches or anything

He'd just be such a sweetheart

Yoongi:

I think Yoongi would treat your finals the same way he treats work

He usually bottles up his emotions and just perseveres through hard times

Which was exactly what you were doing

So when he finally asked you one day how your studies were going he was surprised to hear you say you hadn't even cracked open your notes yet

At first, he didn't really know how to help you since he kept those struggles to himself

He had to think about your situation for a minute

How can he help you?

He realized that he needed to figure out a way to get you interested and motivated again

To him that meant getting the two of you to be productive together

So that meant staying up late with you

You'd usually come to the studio, sometimes the two of you stayed at home

You'd sit next to each other at the desk

He'd work on his music and you'd be working on getting through your studies

When things got boring he'd have you switch seats with him

You'd listen to his demos and he'd read over your notes or essays

You'd give each other advice or suggestions, then you'd switch back

And it turned out, that his plan worked

It kept you motivated and interested

Being able to share something helped keep you on track and helped to get your mind off of your finals

Hoseok:

Hobi has always stressed the importance of transparency with you

He always wanted you to be honest about your feelings with him

He could also tell when you were upset or overwhelmed in any way

One night at dinner, he noticed that you weren't as talkative and you kept your head down

He knew something was bothering you

So when he questioned you about your change in demeanor, your reaction was concerning

You ended up breaking down right in front of him

He immediately got up out of his chair and came over to your side of the table, crouching down to be at eye level with you

He pulled you closer to him and asked how he could help

So when you explained that you felt burnt out and lost in your studies, completely unprepared for your finals

He made it his mission to help you

He came home early from practice

Helping you create flashcards

Running to the library or bookstore if you needed something

If you ever printed things, Hobi would collect everything and staple it all for you

Constantly asking if you needed anything

"Do you need more flashcards? Sticky notes? Glitter pens?"

So attentive and just wanted you as stress-free as possible

Namjoon:

As we all know, Joonie is very, very smart

But he is also a very mature, responsible, caring leader

And obviously, those traits bleed over into his love life with you

Just like Hobi, I think Joon would easily pick up on the fact that you were stressed

But I don't even think you'd have to explain much to Namjoon

He knew that finals were coming up

He watched you night after night, hunched over at your desk with your head in your hands

He got the impression that you were having a hard time focusing

So instead of you coming to Namjoon

H was the one that sat you down one day and offered you some help

He suggested study sessions with him

Flashcards, books, all that jazz

He would create and buy everything

And you would follow his mock study plan

He could see your mood change from reserved and quiet to positive and confident in a short amount of time

All of that was worth it when you came home a week after your finals had ended

Of course with an A-grade for almost all of your finals

#1 teacher Kim Namjoon!

Jimin:

Another sweetheart

Was genuinely upset to see you so unhappy and stressed

When you told him you didn't have any motivation to study and that you would just accept your fate of a bad grade, he knew he had to help you stay on track

Jimin would be a combination of Jin and Hobi

I don't think he'd cook, but he'd make all the little decisions for you

Like, he'd just order you takeout from places he knew you liked

And he'd make your bed for you and wash all the dishes

Like Hobi, Jimin would be outside of your door constantly

By that, I mean constantly Jimin would be running out to get you all the supplies you needed

Sometimes you didn't even ask, he would just snoop around your desk and notice all of the little things

Like if you were low on pencils or if you were nearing the end of a notebook

I think HE'D be the one to print out a bunch of articles or cheat sheet-type things for you to read

Jimin would also make sure you took time to sleep, but also make sure that you stuck to a schedule

He literally bought one of those corkboards to hang over your desk and would stick notes and printouts on it for you

He'd bribe you with fun outings, only if you studied for maybe 2 hours or something

"We can go to that carnival, but you need to study for your history final first, TWO HOURS, NON-NEGOTIABLE"

The specifics/times would change depending on your level of interest in the outing and subject lol

He didn't want you stressed, but he didn't want you to feel like you shouldn't study at all

To be honest, finals season was more stressful for him than it was for you

Taehyung:

When finals approached and he noticed you hadn't been studying he was a bit confused

At first, he thought you were going to the library to study, but he noticed you were home more than usual

So when he asked you if everything was okay, you just shrugged and told him you didn't care

Tae became concerned as he knew school was important to you

So he pressed on

"Is it a class? Is it too hard?, I'll Help you Y/n!"

So after a few pesterings from Tae you finally confessed that it was all too overwhelming and you just didn't want to stress over your classes

Taehyung offered to help you as best he could

As Tae loves clothes, he would pick out your outfits for you so you didn't get decision fatigue

He'd also make you food and take care of all of the household chores

You two would have nightly 'therapy' sessions where you'd explain to him what was hard

Then he'd look over your notes and try to help you

This period of time included lots of cuddles and support

And spoiler alert, you got great results after the grades were finalized

All thanks to Tae

Jungkook:

Kook has always been a productive

I mean, come on...he's a Virgo, it's written in the stars for him

Literally

So when you offhandedly mentioned you wouldn't be paying much attention to your finals

JK knew he couldn't let that slide

He loves to be organized and on top of things

So he took it upon himself to create a schedule for you

Like Jimin, I think he'd also buy you a corkboard and stick flashcards on it lol

He really wanted you to be successful

And of course, he'd hear out any of your concerns and try to help you with anything you were stuck on

I think he'd try to cook you some healthy meals

He'd also be that kind of dork to be like; "Well science proves that working out helps you with memorization"

Because JK has turned into quite the gym bro he'd force you to take breaks and go to the gym with him

And whenever you got tired of the gym, you'd say stuff like "I'd rather write my 10,000-word essay than do another push up"

and Kook would be like, "Bet😏"

and before you knew it, you'd be a successful studying machine

He used reverse psychology and you didn't even know

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{Additional A/N; I know for college finals are approaching, so I want to say good luck to everyone who is gearing up for that, and of course thank you to the beautiful anon who sent in this request, I hope you liked it!}

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[sopejinsunflower]

a/n: Again, this one is inspired by a dream I had of Namjoon but I wrote this on two different days. I kind of lost the plot along the way lol but I hope you still enjoy this little dirty one shot. I kinda went off a tangent lmao xD

Title definition: something for something, an equal exchange.

Warning: 18+, minors DNI

Summary: Kim Namjoon and Park Jimin are both heirs to their families’ conglomerates. One has you under his thumb for awhile now while the other has only just noticed you, the only girl on campus he doesn’t really know much about. But your mysteriousness is both a curiosity and a business risk. Little do they know, they’re not the only ones with an agenda.

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x you (main pair), Jimin x you

Tags: University AU! Chaebol, dom/sub undertones, dirty talk, oral sex, penetrative unprotected sex, submissive Joonie, triangle relationship implied.

Word count: 12k

Rich kid Kim Namjoon. Bad boy Kim Namjoon. Fuck your brains out Kim Namjoon. Will only date you for three months Kim Namjoon.

You’ve heard the rumours and the titles that stick to the back of this man’s broad shoulders, heard the stories from the broken-hearted girls of the way he’d swept them off their feet only to drop them crashing to the ground yet they sighed and wished they had been good enough for him to be kept. The other girls still hope that one day they’ll catch his eyes next and the guys worship him like some sort of sex deity that they pray to for luck on their first dates.

You wagered going to a private university for the elite would be crazy but this was absolutely bonkers. It was like living in Kim Namjoon’s world, everything and anything revolved around him. So you keep your head low and your nose clean and stay out of everybody’s way. It’s your freshman year and Kim Namjoon is a senior; you may share the same program but it’s a safe distance away. Safe.

Or so you thought until that night of Park Jimin’s birthday party, thrown in the lobby of the guys’ dormitory quarters. Everyone was invited. The little sprite of a man with his dangly earrings and his ripped jeans had thrown the paper invites down from the rooftop of the main campus building a week prior before shouting, “Come to my birthday party! Everyone’s invited!” Him and his two friends, Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook, managed to run away before the guards could catch them. The whole campus cheered as they got away, like some bold heroes who managed to pull off the biggest coupe.

So here you are, in a pair of jeans and a sheer white blouse, walking amongst the half-drunk crowd like an invisible person, a beer bottle in hand. No one knows who you are, no one cares to know. The girls are all dressed up like they’re in a club, sexy dresses and tiny skirts and tops that seem to be a second skin, skimpy clothes they pull off so well to look alluring instead of trashy. You guess that this is what money can buy. Wait, or was it the other way around? I don’t know.

Whispers through the crowd confirms that he will be here, Kim Namjoon. Of course he would. Kim Namjoon is everywhere, even at the birthday party of his rival. It’s almost like he runs the society here. President Kim Namjoon, overseer of the student body, unofficially. It’s like he wants to be at the centre of everything that goes on in and around campus, and you guess he kind of is. His father is the biggest benefactor to the university and everyone knows how much the father dotes on his only heir. Kim Namjoon is untouchable.

You stand back, blending into the crowd, sticking close to the shadows when he finally arrives, blond hair slicked back, sunglasses on top of his head, the denim jacket sleeves rolled up at the wrist. The crowd cheers and he raises his hands into the air, greeting them, his rings and bracelets glinting in the dim lighting.

It’s tacky. It’s ridiculous you almost roll your eyes but still, you can’t help but look. He is mesmerising, charming and, if you say so yourself, very handsome. Tall and handsome. You watch the girls around you swoon, calling out to him, subtly pushing their breasts together, adjusting their skirts to ride up a little bit more. You move away, slinking even further to the back, moving away towards the food table where the crowd is thinner.

The air smells of sweat and sickly sweet perfume of both males and females. You pick up a cupcake with vanilla frosting and take a bite, savouring the sweetness in your mouth as you chew slowly. Suddenly someone throws their arm around your neck and you drop the rest of the cupcake to the floor.

“You came!” Jimin shouts into your ear.

You try to wriggle free but his grip only tightens. “I came for the food,” you say blandly, “and you make me drop my cupcake.”

Jimin laughs, his famously cheeky grin plastered on his face. He’s half intoxicated, you could tell from the carefree way he speaks with you. He takes two new cupcakes and places them in your hand. “There’s always more where that came from. You’re not going to wish me my birthday?” He leans close to you, lightly tugging on the hem of your blouse.

“Happy birthday,” you say, taking the cupcakes from him, peeling back the paper before biting into one. “Namjoon’s here,” you add nonchalantly.

Jimin’s face immediately turns frosty, rolling his eyes away to look at the crowd around the newcomer. “Of course he is.” He lets go of you and for a second you thought that your cousin was going to go and kick Kim Namjoon out of the party but he only picks up another beer, uncaps it easily with the edge of the table and takes a swig. He turns back to you, pointing with a finger of the hand holding the bottle. “Don’t leave without saying goodbye to your oppa,” he says with a wink as he jogs away into the crowd, whooping as he goes.

The music starts up again, louder this time, the base thumping against your chest. It’s almost like a recharge for the crowd as they jump up and down, yelling and shouting in excitement. You lean against the food table, calmly munching on your third cupcake. Well, second and a half, actually, if you count the half on the floor. You turn to pick out a different flavoured cupcake when you feel a presence behind you, dark and looming.

A warm hand slides around your waist, the grip strong. You freeze, your heart hammering in your chest because you know, you know who it is. You can smell him, not his cologne but just him, the musk of a man who knows he’s in charge.

You don’t dare to move, suddenly feeling cold. He leans closer, his front sticking to your back that you can feel every curve of his muscle, including the soft bulk resting against the bottom of your spine.

“For someone who doesn’t want any attention, you sure stick out,” he breathes into your ear, his voice soft but deep, his breaths tickling the nape of your neck.

You tilt your head a little to the side to try and catch Kim Namjoon’s eyes. “What makes you think I don’t want any attention?”

He pauses, thinking. Then he chuckles as he steps back, his hand sliding away. “You’re wearing jeans to a party but since no one else is wearing it, it’s more obvious, isn’t it?” You fully turn to face him. He’s taller up close and even more good-looking. It feels like a magnet, drawing you in, wanting to put your hand up against the white shirt underneath the denim jacket and feel his warmth again.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you around before,” he speaks, making you tear your eyes away from his chest to look up at him, a little taken aback.

But you shrug instead. “Why would you?” You pick up a red velvet cupcake this time, slowly peeling back the paper holder before pinching a piece off and plopping it into your mouth.

“Is that, what, your fourth one?”

You look at him, frowning. “I didn’t take you as a stalker.”

He smiles, his perfect teeth showing. “I can’t help it when I’m attracted to things that are…” He looks at you from head to toe before finishing, “a little peculiar.”

You stare at him, unsure if you should feel complimented or offended. You stuff the rest of the cupcake into your mouth, brush your hands together and make to leave. He steps in your way, stopping you. “Leaving already?”

“Yes,” you answer softly, looking down to the floor. Something in his voice warns you not to look into his eyes lest you change your mind to walk away. “Enjoy the party.”

He catches your arm and pulls you back, hard enough for it to sting. He leans closer. “I didn’t say you could leave.”

“I-”

“Y/n.”

You turn to see Jimin storming towards you, Taehyung and Jungkook by his side. From the crowd, you see Namjoon’s posse, Jung Hoseok and Min Yoongi, emerge, hands shove deep into the pockets of their jackets. They glance at Jimin and his friends once before taking their place next to their leader. You’re standing in between the six of them, caught in what looks like a probable fight.

Jimin pushes his hair back as he licks his lips. He nods, gesturing to the grip Namjoon has over your upper arm. “You might want to let go of her,” he suggests, his voice even.

Namjoon looks from Jimin to you then back at Jimin. “Oh, sorry. Is she yours, Park?”

You roll your eyes but Jimin’s lips curl up on one side. “Something like that.”

It takes a full ten seconds before Namjoon finally lets go, holding his hands up in surrender. “Sorry, brother. Didn’t know she was spoken for. Not your usual type, is she?”

Jimin looks disgusted. He gestures for you to leave but as you pass by him, he touches your arm for you to stop. “I’ll see you around, kitten,” he mutters.

You fight the urge to pull your arm away, knowing too well the dramatics he’s going for. But he did save you so you put on a smile. “See you,” you say, pausing, making sure all six can hear you. “Oppa.”

You walk away, hurrying your footsteps to leave, pushing through the throngs of sweaty people to get to the exit. Whatever that is going on between the two groups, you want no part of. You hope it doesn’t turn into a brawl but these are rich supposedly classy people; they don’t dirty their well-manicured hands that way, though you are sure your cousin can hold his own.

As much as Park Jimin annoys the hell out of you, he’s been a sort of protector to you, an older brother position that he assigned himself back when you were kids. You never agreed to any of his antics, acting like some kind of knight in shining armour but you don’t hate it either. You appreciate his presence, it kept all the bullies away throughout school, with a price of course. However, as much as Jimin loves the spotlight on himself, loves the money, loves being a part of the elites, you are the total opposite and it was your one and only condition; to be kept out of his circle.

You get back to your dorm, the room dark and empty. Anya, your roommate, is still at the party. You undress and get ready for bed, slipping under the covers. You fall asleep pretty easily, the wind through the opened window nice and cool, lulling you into dreamland. But just as you’re about to dream, you wake up with a start, your eyes opening and scanning the room.

Something feels off. Your eyes fall on the other bed across the room but Anya is still not back. Something catches your attention in your peripheral vision and you see a figure standing by the door. Tall and definitely not Anya. Not even a female. You sit up but the figure is already by your bed in three full strides. A hand covers your mouth as another pushes you back onto your pillow by the shoulder, the rings digging into your skin.

“Shh, don’t make any noise.”

Your eyes widen, recognising the voice. You shake his hand off of your face before whisper-shouting, “What the hell are you doing here, Namjoon?!”

He smiles, a little too menacingly. “I don’t like being told no.”

You scoff. “I don’t doubt that.”

“What do you mean by that?” He looks a little offended which is funny if the situation isn’t a little suspicious. He just broke into your room and is now sitting on your bed, leaning over you, telling you to be quiet because he doesn’t like being told no. It sounds like the intro of a crime documentary.

“Well, aren’t you daddy’s little prince?” you say, playing on his hurt feelings. “Always getting your way, no consequences because daddy will bail you out of every little mess you made.” It felt good saying it but now, looking at his face, you’re not sure if it was smart. You’re still just another female underneath a large man who could have his way with you and, like you said, will get away with it.

He grits his teeth, his jaws ticking. “And what about you? Hiding behind Park Jimin’s money and influence. What are you? His little private whore?”

You hold back the acidic words in your mouth, letting them burn on your tongue before swallowing them. “What do you want?”

Namjoon smiles again, almost leering. His eyes glint in the shadows as his hand, the one resting on your shoulder, moves slowly down your arm, tracing your skin with the tip of his finger. “I want what Jimin has.”

You let out a chuckle. “You have more than that. What are you even talking about?”

He shakes his head. “No, I want the one thing he loves most.”

You swallow your saliva. “Well it’s not here.”

“You sure?”

His tracing finger moves back up to your shoulder then your neck, stopping under your chin to tip your face up. He leans forward, his nose touching yours. He doesn’t answer you but your lips connect with his, his fingers holding your chin, making sure you’re not able to turn away from his kiss. It’s deep and hungry, his tongue snaking out to lick your bottom lip before tugging on it between his teeth hard enough for you to gasp. In that moment, you feel his tongue against yours, prodding, tasting, licking, entangling.

Your hands push up against his chest but he barely even budge. A moan escapes your lips and instead of the disgust that you should feel, instead of fear and anger, want and lust bubbles in the pit of your stomach, boiling and boiling. Your pushing hands are suddenly pulling him close by his jacket, arching your back so you are pressed up against him, wanting him even closer. A warning goes off somewhere in the back of your head but with your tongues at war, your lips locked together, you give it no mind, not even comprehending why it’s sounding off. You’ll think about it later.

Namjoon climbs into your bed, shucking off his jacket to the floor the same time you kick your blanket down to your feet. His knees rest on either side of your hips as he leans into you, sucking on your tongue, shoving his own as far down as he can into your sighing mouth. His other hand travels down your side and sneaks up your thin tank top to cup your breast, thumb flicking against your already hardened nipple.

You writhe under him as he trails wet kisses down your neck, sucking on your sensitive spots until you gasp and moan. He peppers the top of your chest with more kisses, humming as he goes. He pulls your top up to reveal your breasts, using both hands to knead on them a little more forcefully that it hurts. He looks at your face, your eyes scrunching up tight, your mouth agape, breathing hard. “Look at you,” he says softly with a hint of a smile. “Shall I keep going, princess?”

You nod, not trusting yourself to speak. He doesn’t need to be pushed, latching onto your nipple and suckling on it like a babe. He twirls it in between his teeth, tongue drawing circles in ways that you can’t help but moan out his name. “Namjoon,” you whine. “Feels so good, Namjoon. Mmhh.”

He does the same with your other nipple, rolling his tongue over the perkiness. When he has had enough, he moves further down, delighted to see that your underwear already has a wet patch. “Already so wet for me?” He chuckles to himself, pushing his nose against the wet patch and taking a deep breath. Something about it makes you let out another soft moan, opening your legs for him.

He pushes your soaked panties aside to reveal your glistening cunt, dripping wet with slick. He lets out this dark guttural sound, almost feral and for a short second, you wish he would devour you like the animal he is. You let out a loud mewl the moment the flat of his tongue touches your drooling hole, collecting the juice and bringing it up to swirl it around your swollen clit. He clasps his mouth over your little nub, moaning as he does, savouring the taste.

“Taste so good, princess,” he moans. “So fucking good. Fucking hell.” He pushes your legs further open, holding your thighs in place as he eats you out, your voice echoing off the walls, not even caring if your next door neighbour could hear you. All you can think about is that Kim Namjoon has his face in between your legs, buried deep in your pussy, licking and slurping as if you’re a meal and he’s been famished.

“Namjoon, Namjoon,” you call out, getting close to your high. “Fuck, Namjoon. I’m close. Please, please. I’m so close.”

“Come for me,” he urges. “Come on my tongue.”

You do, pushing his head in as the waves come crashing down. You arch your back as your eyes roll into your head, gasping so hard no sound comes out of your parted lips. Your thighs shake as your orgasm travels through you and when you’ve come down, panting and limp on the bed, Namjoon sits up, licking his lips in satisfaction. He wipes his chin with the back of his hand, eyes raking your body.

He stands up and picks up his jacket, holding it over his shoulder.

“Leaving already?” you ask, ironically repeating his own words from earlier tonight back at him. You push up on your elbows, looking up at him through your lashes.

He lets out a small snicker. “For now,” he says, eyeing you from the door. “Something tells me you’re a whole lot of danger, princess.”

A small smile creeps up your lips, feigning innocence. “But not dangerous enough for you to bury your head in between my legs?”

He laughs, shaking his head. “Can’t help it. I needed a taste.”

“And?”

He opens the door and steps outside. “And I think you’re trouble. So I’ll need to figure out if you’re worth it or not.” He gives you one last cheeky smile and closes the door and you can hear his footsteps walking down the hallway.

You lay back onto your pillow, staring at the ceiling. Before long, you start laughing to yourself, softly. You can still smell him on you. On the nightstand, your phone vibrates for an incoming call. Park Jimin’s name flashes across the screen.

“Yeah,” you answer breathlessly, putting it on loudspeaker, too lazy to hold it to your ear. You still feel a little weak from your orgasm. You can hear the party in the background.

“Did he pay you a visit?”

You giggle. “Yes.”

Jimin laughs from the other side, a sarcastic one. “I can’t believe that bastard.”

“Oh, it wasn’t so bad,” you say, thinking back at the way he laps on your cunt. “He’s a good eater.”

Jimin lets out an angry scoff. “And I haven’t even gotten my birthday present yet. Get your ass here. Now.”

You let out a groan. “Seriously? Right now? But I’m tired. I wanna go to-”

“Now.” The call cuts and the screen goes black. You sigh. You get out of bed and ruffle through your wardrobe for your trench coat, feeling like one of those noir film actresses. You don’t bother putting your panties back on as you put the coat on and leave your room in a pair of sneakers. Park Jimin is going to be hard to appease tonight but judging from the slight slur in his voice, he won’t be too hard to manage.

Park Jimin has always been the jealous type, it’s why you’ve never actually been with anyone else. It’s too much trouble because Jimin has a sadistic streak. So in order to remain in his good graces, you know what you have to do tonight or else Jimin will sulk throughout the year and that will be bad for you. It wouldn’t take much, you think. Jimin has a soft spot for you and you both know it but his possessiveness can be problematic. It gets in the way of everything despite the non-agreement agreement you two have.

As you cross the green courtyard towards Park Jimin’s building (yes, most of the richer ones have their own private quarters), you don’t realise the shadows following you.

“Keep me posted,” Namjoon’s voice comes through Yoongi’s phone. “I need to know what I’m dealing with.”

When the call ends, Hoseok rolls his eyes. “Out of all the people, why her? There’s nothing interesting about her. Not even from any known family. She’s even here on scholarship.” He spat the word as if it disgusts him.

Yoongi shrugs. “Don’t know, don’t care. C’mon.”

***

In the morning, after untangling yourself from Jimin, you leave his place in one of his T-shirts before the sun fully rises.

You manage to creep back into bed without waking Anya and without being seen, balling the borrowed T-shirt and throwing it into the back of your closet, to be forgotten. When Anya wakes up, the first thing she sees is your made up bed and you ready to leave out the door.

Unlike everyone here, you have a part-time job to get to. Your phone rings in your pocket as you walk to the bus stop and you answer it. “What is it now, Jimin?”

“I don’t like your tone,” he says, his voice heavy from just waking up. “And it’s oppa to you. Where are you?”

“I’m sorry, Minie, but I’m going to work,” you answer impatiently. “And I have to go. I’m almost arriving.”

“Wait,” he calls out.

You sigh. “What?”

He’s quiet for a long while that you pull the phone away to check if the line is still connected. It is so you put it back to your ear. “Jimin?” You shake your head, correcting yourself. “Oppa?”

“Nothing,” he answers, his voice sounding more awake now. “Have a good day at work.” The call ends and you pocket your phone, jogging over to the bus that just pulled up.

Somewhere in the distance behind you, in a sleek black car parked on the side of the street, Hoseok sits in the passenger seat. He points in your direction. “Who the hell takes buses these days?”

Yoongi doesn’t answer him but starts the engine and pulls out from the illegal parking spot, sticking close to the bus you just got on. He’s a little grouchy right now for having to wake up this early. He’s also not sure why Namjoon wants them to tail you, it’s not like you’re somebody worth tailing. Got into their university on a scholarship and has a part time job. Hoseok is right. Who the hell rides the public bus when they go to Ivy University?

But when Namjoon wants something, Namjoon must get it. Yoongi sighs, anticipating a long day.

---

You step into the office just as the clock strikes 9.01AM and immediately, your boss is already standing in the doorway of his office, looking at you unimpressed. “You’re late.”

You glance at the clock on the wall but don’t say what you wanted to say. You offer him an apologetic smile, instead. “Sorry, sir.”

He doesn’t respond, disappearing back into his office. You roll your eyes and make your way to your desk. The boss’ assistant peeks his head out and raises his eyebrows at you. You raise a hand to shush him. “Not a word, Seokjin.”

He smiles, his cheeks puffing up like two round breads. “Time is money is power,” he says, quipping our boss’ usual quote before going back to his place.

You work only until two o’clock and ten minutes before your shift ends, the bell above the front door rings. “Welcome to-” you stop short when you realise it’s Kim Namjoon, standing there with his shades on and a black fitting tee with jeans that seem to hug the form of his long legs. “What are you doing here?”

At the sound of your panicked voice, Seokjin comes out to check. Upon seeing Namjoon, his face lights up into a smile. “Namjoon-ah, long time no see.”

They exchange a quick hug and a few words before Namjoon turns to look at you. You wonder how they know each other but then again, Seokjin is the university’s alumni. Everybody knows Namjoon. He points at you, “Taking this one out to lunch. Thought I picked her up from work.”

Seokjin looks at you, worry flitting through his eyes. “Really? Since when are you two a thing?”

“We’re not,” you retort, packing your things. “And I’ve got class after this.”

“Your class starts at 3.30PM,” Namjoon says easily. “You have time.”

You stare at him. “You check my schedule?”

He shrugs.

“Do you know how creepy that is?” you ask, mildly annoyed as you continue to stuff things into your bag.

Your boss comes out, forehead furrowing, eyes aiming at you. “What’s all the ruckus out here?” He looks around and sees Namjoon and immediately his expression changes to delight, the crease between his eyebrows immediately erased like magic. “Namjoon, to what do I owe the pleasure of having you here in my little office?”

Namjoon is all smiles, shaking your boss’ hand confidently. “I’m just here to take my girl out, sir.”

Your boss turns to look at you, an incredulous look on his face. “Her?”

You let out a sigh. “I’m not his girl and,” you swing your bag over your shoulder. “I’m done for the day. Goodbye, Mr Oh. See ya, Seokjin.”

You power-walked down the street heading for the bus stop, aware of the man following you in just a slight quick pace of his strides. He catches up next to you, not a hair out of place, lightly touching your arm. “I got my car with me and-”

You swivel around on your heels to jab him in his chest, hurting your finger a little at how hard it actually is. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t have to explain anything to you.” You continue towards the bus stop and he remains on your heels.

“Is it Jimin? Are you scared if he finds out?” He stands in front of you as you take a seat on the bench, checking your watch impatiently when you already know it’s not another twenty minutes for the next bus to arrive.

“I don’t know why you’re bringing him up,” you say, shrugging. “It has nothing to do with him and just about my principles.”

Namjoon laughs, running his fingers through his hair. Fuck, he didn’t have to look so good. “What principles? Not accepting when someone is just being nice to you?”

You look at him then, eyebrows furrowing. “No. Just not to accept anything from you.”

His face falls, confused. “Me?”

“Specifically.”

“Can you at least share why?” He takes off his sunglasses, waving them around in his hand.

You give him an incredulous look. “Really? You can’t guess?”

He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly. “I mean, it couldn’t be those rumours, right?”

You let out an exasperated noise but ignore him. Namjoon takes a seat next to you, scooting so close that your legs are almost touching. “I didn’t take you for someone who believes in rumours.”

“What did you take me for then?” you give him a pointed look, feigning interest.

He regards you, tilting his head to the side, one leg of the sunglasses resting on the corner of his lips. “I don’t know. I’m still figuring that out.”

You don’t have a comeback for that, staring at him for a few seconds longer. For the first time, you’re not sure what to make of him. His eyes have a sort of gleam to them that you can’t tell if it’s innocence or just plain mischief. For a moment, you wonder if the labels stuck to his back are even justified, if they even had any truth to them because the man sitting next to you, a soft smile playing on his lips, doesn’t scream red flags to you. Or maybe it’s just wishful thinking.

Namjoon sees it too, the way your eyes soften as you look at him, the way your forehead creases just slightly as you contemplate on what to do with him. For a split second, your guard is down and he sees that, clear as day reflecting on your face. He reaches out, brushing your cheek with the pad of his thumb. You flinch but don’t move away.

He’s about to say something when a convertible slides into the bus parking and stops right in front of you. You know it’s Jimin before you even look.

“Kitten,” he calls out. “Get in.”

Before Namjoon can stop you, you pull away from his touch, pick up your things and get into Jimin’s car. You don’t spare another backward glance but Jimin does. He stares long and hard at Namjoon from behind the wheel, the man’s tall reflection against his own sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose. He sneers and Namjoon stands up, putting his shades back on, unfazed.

“I’ll see you around,” Namjoon says, looking in your direction. “Kitten.”

Jimin’s car peels out of the bus stop, merging with traffic and speeding off. He drives with one hand on the wheel and the other resting on the gearhead in the middle console. He doesn’t speak, jaws ticking silently. You know he’s waiting for you to speak first but you don’t know what to say. He came to the office by himself? He stalked me? He wants what’s yours? Neither of those sounds good enough, if not enraging.

“So?”

You sneak a glance at Jimin from the corner of your eyes. “Hm?”

“What did he want?” he snarls, impatient to deal with your nonchalance.

You shrug your shoulders. “I don’t know. He wanted to take me out to lunch but I told him-”

“That little bitch,” Jimin curses through gritted teeth. “I give him an inch and now he thinks he can take a mile.”

In an attempt to calm him down, you slide your hand to rest on his thigh, subtly rubbing the inside of his leg over the tight black jeans he’s wearing as you press up against his side. It’s not surprising when he leans into you, seemingly calming. You place your lips against his shoulder. “I don’t want to talk about him. Please, Jimin?”

He reciprocates by moving the hand he has on the gearhead to your thigh, giving it a squeeze a little further up than just a casual touch, running his pinky up and down your crotch. The car slows down at a red light and, out of the blue, Jimin asks, “Do you like him?” His voice is soft and he’s staring ahead, almost as if he’s scared of the answer. His Adam's apple bobs but he looks at everything except you. His pinky ceased movements as his hand rests somewhere a little more appropriate, just above your knee.

You don’t answer him immediately, contemplating. You know nothing of the man named Kim Namjoon other than the words flying around about him. But the magnetic force that pulls you to him is quite compelling though you’re not sure if you want to admit that. He’s not the kind of guy you want to be involved in. Too much spotlight, too much drama dating someone everyone wants.

“I don’t know,” you say carefully. “I don’t know if I like him.”

Jimin senses there’s more to that answer. He glances at you briefly before the light turns green again. “But?”

“But I’m intrigued,” you confess. “There’s something about him.”

Jimin rolls his eyes. “There’s always something about him,” he mutters. After a few minutes, he continues, “So? Are you going to go with him next time he asks?”

You lean back to look at Jimin’s side profile; the chiselled jawline, the cute little nose, the multiple studded ears. Your eyes follow down his neck, your lips recognise the shape of it, how it then curves down to his shoulders, small but strong, sexy, captivating. Only two other people know that you’ve been each other’s firsts; first kiss, first times, during an experimental phase that lasted long into their adulthood out of a mutually hormone-driven consensus. You love him, you do, but never like a lover and you know Jimin feels the same way.

Whatever it is, you want to put Jimin first. He’s done a lot for you, someone who isn’t even acknowledged by the rest of the family. He has fought in your corner and you know if you call, he’d come running. You sidle up to him once again, resting your head against his shoulder, hugging his arm close to you. You link your fingers through his and grips him tight. “Would that be okay with you?” you ask hesitantly.

You feel him sigh but there’s no animosity this time, no anger. Just acceptance. He doesn’t answer, though, not wanting to give you that satisfaction. He squeezes your hand and you take that as him giving you his blessing. “But,” he says, a hint of warning in his tone, “if he does anything I don’t like, I’m ending him.”

You giggle quietly, pressing another kiss to his shoulder at the same time that he leans over to place a lingering kiss on the top of your head.

---

Namjoon disrobes himself with one hand, the other busy scrolling through the hundreds of unread text messages in his inbox, not one he’s interested to read.

His forehead creases the further down he goes, walking towards the bathroom where the tub is already filled with warm water, waiting for him. He almost tripped on the bathtub’s leg if he hadn’t looked up in time, saving himself from plunging in head first. Carefully, he steps into the water and the stress of the day immediately melts away. He sits in the tub, eyes still glued to his phone screen.

No, you haven’t texted him at all. Not once, ever. Namjoon has the phone numbers of almost everyone on campus, given to him freely or from them searching him out first. But not yours. How is that even possible?

There’s a knock on the door and Hoseok’s head appears through the small gap. Namjoon doesn’t even look up, searching through social media to find traces of you. “Yo, Joon-ah,” Hoseok calls. “You’ve got a visitor.”

Namjoon waves him away. “Not now. I don’t want to see anyone today.”

Hoseok snickers quietly. “Okay, whatever then.”

Hoseok disappears back out the door, leaving the bathroom door just as he found it, ajar. Namjoon comes across your Instagram account but it’s locked with only twenty-two followers. He founds your Twitter account, too, in the same circumstance; private with less than thirty followers. Considering that everyone who goes to this university has connections to the upper class society, having less than ten thousand followers on social media is…lame.

He knows that you got in because of Park Jimin, connected by marriage and not by blood. He knows that when you were three, your mother remarried into the Park family, long owners of one of the biggest conglomerates in the country and, by default, the Kim family’s biggest rival. Other than that, there’s nothing on you. Or so everybody thinks, but Namjoon has a feeling something is going on between you and your step cousin, what, he doesn’t know. Jimin is too protective over you, too possessive.

Namjoon clicks his phone shut and places it on the bathroom floor next to the tub. He slides down lower and leans his head back, closing his eyes. He tries to relax but his brain can’t help but think about you, the enigma plaguing him. There’s no one on campus that he doesn’t know about; every little dirty secret, every little incriminating details, every little sore points, he has them compiled in alphabetical files in the office room downstairs, ammos he uses every once in a while, little business deals to ensure everything runs smoothly the way Kim Namjoon wants it. Everyone has something to lose or to gain, it’s a matter of knowing who’s got dirt on who and what he gets in return.

What he doesn’t know is a threat to himself, especially when something draws him to you. He can’t get involved without knowing what he’s about to gain or lose; it’s too risky. His father taught him well enough about it. Keep things strictly business, your brain must always lead the way, not your heart, every relationship is a transaction. And that’s what’s troubling him. His brain is telling him to just move along, there’s nothing you can offer him, you’re technically a nobody with no actual connection. But his heart. His heart just won’t listen this time.

Namjoon is so lost in his thoughts, his forehead wrinkling, that he doesn’t even notice the shadow that falls over him. He doesn’t even notice it when you lather one pump of soap into one hand and slowly, slowly, quietly dip into the water. His eyes finally shoot open in complete shock when he feels your hand wrapping around his flaccid cock. He gasps aloud, jerking forward and splashing water against the walls and floors.

“Shh,” you say, placing your other finger against your lips, blinking against droplets of water on your lashes. “Don’t want the others to know that I sneaked in after Hoseok told me to leave.”

Namjoon, bless his big beautiful brains, is lost for words. He splutters, mouth opening and closing but nothing comes out, staring at you as if he’s seeing a ghost. His heart is still hammering in his chest and is only subconsciously aware that you are softly tugging his penis under the water, massaging it and rolling the pad of your thumb against the tip.

“What are you doing?” he asks in a hushed voice.

You grin up at him. “Returning the favour.”

He tries to push the question but your soapy hand is starting to have its effect on him, assisting in your underwater heavy petting. He licks his lips, trying to collect his composure. You feel him throb in your hand, warm and growing harder. Bigger, so big that your palm only covers not even half of his shaft. You had underestimated him, you realised nervously.

Namjoon breathes shakily, letting your hand wander down to his balls without saying a word or even moving a muscle. In this situation, both his brain and his heart are taking the backseat. You gesture, jutting your chin. “Why don’t you sit back and relax, little prince?” you say, teasing.

He sits back but his face is disgruntled. “I’m not a little prince,” he mumbles before his words are cut off by a muffled groan as you refocus back to his cock.

You smile, taunting. “Not little,” you say pointedly, “but definitely still a prince. What would daddy say if he finds out you let your guard down like this?” You pick up your pace, pumping on his cock in between your thumb, forefinger and middle finger, feeling the ridges of his hardness against your touch, curious of how it would feel to have him stretch you out taut. Jimin is so much smaller but made up in girth, filling you up so full. But this sheer monstrosity? You can't even imagine it but damn if you don’t try.

“Tell me, Namjoon.” You draw circles with your thumb around his cockhead and watch him press his lips together to avoid making any sounds. “How do the other girls touch you? I want to know.”

He doesn’t answer, breathing heavily, chest heaving, knuckles turning white from gripping the edges of the tub. His rock hard cock putty in your hands, jerking and leaking precum that you gather to rub on the underside of the tip. Seeing that he is ignoring your question you let go and he quickly looks up at you in surprise and confusion.

“Answer me and I’ll keep going,” you promise sweetly, resting your head against your other hand on the lip of the tub.

Namjoon growls. “There’s nothing special about the other girls.”

“You mean, they’ve never given you a handjob before?” you widen your eyes, faking surprise.

“They have,” Namjoon snaps but then he shakes his head. “Just…” he pauses, glaring at you.

“Oh,” you pout. “You don’t like handjobs? I should stop then.” You move away from the tub but Namjoon is desperate now. “No, wait!”

You kneel back down on the floor, looking at him expectantly. “Yes?”

“I didn’t say you could stop,” he says through a grimace. He’s struggling to remain in control. You laugh softly, amused, and once again he looks confused.

“You’re not in charge right now, Joonie,” you explain. “I am.”

Anger flashes in his eyes but he doesn’t react. In the water, his cock looks just as angry as he is, veins bulging and twitching in the water, starving to be touched again. He wants your hand back on him, needs it.

You see him unravelling but your patience is high right now. You know you have him where you want him, looking up at you with defeated eyes. Angry but defeated. He doesn’t move, doesn’t even tell you to leave. You take your chance, daring to push him further, curious to see the real Kim Namjoon. You lean close to his face and his eyes flutter but just as he thought that you might kiss him, you pull back with a smile. “You want me to touch you?”

He swallows hard before he gives a small, strained nod. You smirk. “Beg for it.”

His brooding eyes lock on yours, his jaws grinding together. His hands are in fists and you expect for him to turn you away, to gather up what’s left of his bruised ego and stand up, maybe, so he can really flex how easily he can turn this situation around. You almost hope he would, the masochist in you watching gleefully at how this could all turn out. Kim Namjoon doesn’t beg. He wouldn’t.

But instead, Namjoon lowers his head and whispers out, “Please.”

This time your surprise isn’t faked, kneeling there with your mouth slightly open. Kim Namjoon is begging you to touch him. The Kim Namjoon. The proud man on campus that exudes so much alpha pheromones in any room he walks into; the man that every female and male on campus thirsts for, desperate to bed or be bedded by; the Kim Namjoon that runs the campus like it’s his little playground, a little prince flexing his power and influence over his subjects. That Kim Namjoon is pleading with you, head hung low, naked in the bathtub, cock sticking straight out in between his legs, quivering for more of what was given to it just seconds ago.

“Please what?” you ask, confidence surging. Your hand is already back in the water, tracing your fingers against the inside of his thigh close enough to brush against his cock but not quite there.

“Please,” Namjoon mumbles, his hair falling over his face that you wish you could see his expression right now. What does he look like when he’s begging? You tip his chin up with your finger, making him look at you. Again, you’re taken by surprise as his eyes are a little glassy, lips a little wobbly.

Your heart jumps out at him but this power play is giving you a feeling you’ve never had before. Jimin had only loved to dominate and you loved being taken care of, but this is new. This is something you’ve never experienced before and seeing the six-foot alpha male in front of you submit to you is exciting, intoxicating.

The defiance in his eyes only adds fuels to your newly-born fire. “Please,” he says again, voice cracking at the end, “touch me. Please touch me more.”

“But I am touching you,” you answer in mock ignorance, fingers dancing through his pubic hair now, tugging on it. “See. I’m touching you.”

“Please,” Namjoon whines, biting on his lower lip. He uses one hand to grab yours under the water and places it on his member. “Touch me here.”

Your lips curl upwards, satisfied. Without another word, you restart your movements, making a circle with three fingers and using them to pump his shaft, squeezing it in all the right spots, feeling him harden beneath your touch. You continue to jerk him off, watching him close his eyes and tilt his head up, lips parted. You quicken your pace, the water sloshing around noisily. You add more soap into your hand, smoothening the glide enough for him to breathe in quick shallow breaths, soft little moans in the back of his throat.

The water is somewhat restricting and you want more. “Move,” you order, standing up and stepping into the tub in between his legs. He looks a little perplexed but is quick to oblige, sitting up on one end of the tub, butt situated just inches on the cool surface, using his hands to support the rest of his weight. Not caring that your denim shorts are now wet, you kneel in front of him, coming face to face with his crotch, his darkened cock bouncing in between your eyes. You give him a few more pumps with your hands before you hold it up, look him in the eye and snake your tongue out to lick the tip.

Namjoon hisses but he doesn’t look away. You lick the underside of his cockhead, tasting the precum leaking profusely. You pop the head into your mouth, using your tongue to roll around it, hollowing your cheeks to suck. Namjoon lets out a full moan, bottom lip in between his teeth. “Fuck,” he curses. “Just like that, please.”

Alas, being dominant isn’t exactly your thing because once lust envelopes you, your switch flips and you’re hungrily sucking on his cock, taking him into your mouth as much and as far back as you can go without gagging, using your hand to pump the base to make up for what you cannot fit. He’s huge. While you can wrap your pretty little mouth over Jimin’s length comfortably, you’re struggling to breathe around Namjoon’s.

Saliva drips messily down your chin but you pay it no mind, wanting nothing but to please him. You bob your head down his length, careful to use your tongue for the underside, to retract your teeth except when you’re nibbling his tip, to use your spit as much as you can for lube. What dribbles down your mouth, you collect with your hand, pumping the base of his cock with it in time to your head-bobbing. Jimin taught you well because Namjoon is softly begging again.

“Oh, please, oh, please.” He has a loose touch of the back of your head, more guiding than pushing. “Please, harder. Your mouth. Please.”

You understand what he wants, clamping down a little more firmly, doing your best to not let your teeth graze him. You press your tongue up, feeling the bulky veins as you move up and down his shaft. Feeling a little tired, you focus on the tip, sucking lightly with every upward move of your head.

You’re not sure what happened or why it happened but something snaps in Namjoon. He holds your head in between his hands firmly in place and instead of you blowing him, he fucks your mouth. You let him, adjusting yourself to his sloppy movements. He’s careful enough not to shove his whole length in, watching your reaction with hooded eyes, hip bucking wildly.

“Yes, yes,” he mutters, watching his cock slide in and out in between your lips. “Your mouth feels so warm, so good.” His mind wonders about watching the same scene unfold in between your legs. How would you feel wrapped around him, spread open for him?

Before long, he pulls out, steps out of the tub and lifts you up bridal style. You squeak at the sudden movement, clinging onto him as he transfers you over to the sink countertop. He buries your head into your neck, breathing hard, arms around your waist. “Please, I want to-” he hesitates, gulping in more breaths. “Please,” he finishes silently, pressing wet kisses on your neck, sucking on the skin.

“You want to what?” you coax, pushing against his shoulders so he would look up at you. He does, looking at you with wide eyes, pupils blown out, blond hair sticking to his forehead. You push his hair back and kiss his forehead. “Tell me. What do you want, my little prince?”

He seems to contemplate it before muttering, “Sex,” like some kind of virgin school boy that’s only just learning the word. That’s when you know that this is a whole different side of him that you’ve never seen before, confident that no one has ever seen before. It contradicts his whole being that you could never have imagined it if you’re not actually seeing it now. He towers over you as you sit on the edge of the countertop, looking down at you like a kid who is asking for extra dessert. Is this what he hides behind the mask of alpha Kim Namjoon? A little needy boy in the bedroom who can’t even vocalise what he wants?

You can’t help the smile on your lips but all Namjoon is seeing is the way you leer at him, your mouth turning upwards on one side. It makes him feel small, powerless, at your mercy. It makes his cock throbs painfully. He lets out a small whine, burying his face back into your neck, nibbling on your skin that smells like your wash soap, nothing too fancy nor too strong.

“You want to fuck me?” you inquire, tilting your neck to give him access to more skin. “Is that it? You want to know what my pussy feels like around your fat cock?”

He nods against you but you’re not having it. Without thinking, you grab a fistful of his hair and pull, roughly enough to jerk him backward. He lets out a surprise, “Ah,” but relaxes, his skin tingling from where the pressure emits from his scalp down to his leaking tip, so much so that it drips down to the tile floor.

“Answer me in words, Namjoon,” you hiss, glaring at him. Something in him withers even more, seeing the reflection in the mirror of how he, at six foot tall with swollen biceps and chest and rock hard abs, is being manhandled by this girl who is not even over five foot, the girl who, just a few days ago, he doesn’t even know existed. What a plot twist.

“Yes,” he breathes out, the excitement growing.

“Yes what?”

His brain scrambles to remember what were the words you said but he can’t. His attention had been somewhere else. From his view point, he can see straight down your loose T-shirt and realises that you’re not wearing a bra. You’re not generous in the chest area but the swell of your breasts is prominent from this vantage point and he gulps. Your nipples are already perky.

You pull on his hair again as you bring his face closer to yours so that he has to bend forward slightly. “I ask you a question,” you reiterate, growing impatient.

Namjoon’s lips quiver. He honestly can’t remember what he was supposed to repeat. Words. You wanted words. “Please,” he says pathetically blubbering, “Please, want your pussy. Want to…want my cock in you…in your pussy. Please, my cock in your pussy.” At the same time, his member between his legs does a little jerk upward.

You let go of his hair, bracing yourself against the edge of the counter. “Take my shorts off,” you command and he hurries to unbutton the denim with careless fingers. He tugs it off of you and you lift your ass to assist. Once it passes your knees, he lets it drop to the floor. He looks at your soaked panties from when you joined him in the tub, a little disappointed that he can’t tell between the tub water and the leak from your cunt, the cunt that he had his face buried in just last night.

His fingers linger on the band of the panties, eyes stuck on the spot between your legs. You giggle softly to yourself, cupping his cheek and pulling him to look at you. “Kiss me,” you say, tilting your head up.

He doesn’t need to be told twice, crashing his lips against yours that your teeth clashed together. You taste blood and wonder which one of you is bleeding, not really caring. The kiss is sloppy, wet, open-mouthed. Tongue moves against tongue aimlessly and he leans in, pressing his hot cock against your pulsating clothed pussy. Moans tumble out of both your mouths into each other, dribbling saliva down chins. He rubs his cock against you some more and you wish he had removed the panties, too.

“Panties,” you moan out, hoping he understood.

He does but his brain is still not working properly so instead of pulling it off of you, he rips it off with one powerful wrench of his wrist, leaving you to gasp against the burn on your skin from where the material dug into you before it broke apart. He doesn’t miss a second, pressing up against you once more, running the length of his hardness against your sopping crotch, gliding it deliciously up and down your clit.

You let out a moan into the kiss, pulling him closer by the waist, wrapping your legs around him. “You’re so wet,” Namjoon whines, “so, so wet. I’m so hard. Please. Want…”

He breaks away from the kiss to nibble down your neck, his hands travelling up your shirt to rest on your sides, squeezing softly. You’re small in his grasp, his fingers easily circling you on both sides that his thumbs are almost touching together with every little squeeze. So tiny, so small, so fragile.

“Hands on the mirror,” you tell him, prying his hands off of you and guiding it to the mirror behind you. He leans heavily on it, spit lining the corners of his lips, tongue lolling, searching for something, anything to suck on. You suck on his tongue hungrily, slobbering over each other, lips missing lips, messy kisses that leaves saliva trailing down his front. “No touching,” you breathe out. “Do you hear me?”

Namjoon nods his head weakly, the pain in his cock is getting unbearable. He needs release so bad that he's starting to sound needy even in his own ears. “Yes, yes, please. No touch. Won’t touch. Please…fuck me.”

“Good boy,” you purr. “Such a good little prince. Is this how you obey your daddy? When he tells you to do things? Little Namjoonie can’t help but be a good little boy, huh?”

Something stirs in the pit of Namjoon’s stomach at your words. At the back of his mind, a voice screams No! That’s not how I am, you little bitch! And don’t call me that! I don’t like it! But his mouth can only let out little soft noises, his cock wet from his own precum, knees weak, brain all fuddled from any thoughts, only want. Want, want, want. Please. He only nods, a little stronger, this time.

“Are you being a good little Namjoonie for me?” you prod some more, this time giving him a little incentive by touching his reddening cock. You rub the little hole, silently gauging if he can even fit inside you. It’s going to be painful for sure.

“Yes,” Namjoon moans cutely. “Yes, I am.”

“You want this,” you say, tugging on his member, “inside me?” You guide his cock to your entrance, rubbing on your own hole to gather the slick. “I wonder if your cock will even fit me, Joonie.”

He pushes slightly and you lean back. “Uh uh,” you warn. “I don’t think it’ll fit, baby boy. I think it’s too big. I think your fat cock is going to destroy me, baby.”

Namjoon whines, exasperated. His hands are fists against the mirror. Any more pressure and it’ll definitely crack. He can see it, can picture it, how he’s going to stretch you out so wide and so good. He can imagine just how warm you would be, how wet, your pussy tight around his cock. So tight he might come just from the first thrust. Fuck.

“Nooo~,” he mewls out. “Want. Please…Let me. Please.”

You relent, guiding his tip to your entrance and this time you don’t stop him as he pushes in, slowly, carefully. The sting sears through you and you grit your teeth against it, holding your pussy open with two fingers, watching as he slides in painfully slowly. It burns so much your eyes water. “Fuck, Namjoon,” you exhale through shallow breaths. “Fuck, it hurts. It’s so big.”

Namjoon looks down and sees that the first quarter is in. It’s tighter than he thought it would be. So tight he can’t move. He leans his forehead on your shoulder. “Relax, baby,” he soothes. “Just relax. Breathe.”

The switch has flipped. The moment he penetrates you, you let go of control, trying to relax your lower half to ease the pain. You circle your arms around his neck for support and he pushes in a bit more. You can feel the stretch, can feel how hard he is, how much he fills you up, and yet he still has more to give. You can feel the slide in, the pain stinging before it subsides as you adjust to his size. You have only known Jimin, feeling only slightly guilty and sad that his shape will be erased for Namjoon’s.

When Namjoon is finally all the way in, you both remain unmoving for a couple of minutes. He lets you get used to him while he struggles not to come just yet, breathing in deep breaths and trying to distract himself. He looks up to check on you, finding your face all scrunched up in pain. You slowly open your eyes and tears pool in them. He kisses your cheek, whispering in your ear, “Relax, baby. Breathe, just breathe. That’s it. That’s a good girl.”

Namjoon repositions himself in between your legs, slowly pulling out again. You let out a whimper, nails digging into his shoulders, feeling the weight of him move inside. He doesn’t pull out the whole way but stops at the tip before he plunges back in. You cry out in both pain and pleasure. “Ahh, Namjoon…Namjoon. It feels good. Feels good, Joonie.”

“Doesn’t hurt anymore?” he asks softly, wanting reassurance. You shake your head, bottom lip white in between your teeth. “You sure?” You nod your head vigorously.

He pulls forward a little bit so you are sitting on the edge of the counter, your butt lifted up a little to give him more access. This way, his thrusts are at an angle that gives you the most pleasure, hitting that right spot, moaning his name drunkenly, eyes barely open. You’re so wet, you can feel it. Can hear it, the squelching sound loud in your ears.

“Oh, baby, can you hear that?” he says from over you, hips rolling against you expertly. “So wet for me. You’re so wet for my cock.”

You nod, humming. “Yes. I can hear it. Your cock feels so good, Joonie. Please. More. Faster, please. Your cock is stretching me out so well. I want more.”

Namjoon sucks on your earlobe, nibbling on the shell of your ear. “Pull your legs up. Let me see how you stretch out for me.”

You comply, pulling your legs towards you by the knees, giving him a clear view of where you two are connected. His cock glistens with your wetness and he hastens his strokes. In, out, in, out, in, out, building up speed as he goes, watching your hole parts with every push in and watching his cock reemerge as he pulls out. “See, baby,” he murmurs. “Fits just right in your little pussy.”

“Haa, Namjoon. Oh, god,” you mewl out, tears slipping out from the corner of your eyes. “Oh, god, oh, god, oh, god. Fuck, Joonie. You’re fucking me so good. So good. Aahh, Namjoon, Namjoon.”

The more you repeat his name, the more aware you are of who has his dick buried balls-deep in you. It’s a little bizarre, a little exciting. The man who runs around campus with a gaggle of onlookers, the man who Jimin isn’t very keen of, the man who you told yourself to stay away from because Jimin doesn’t like him (plus the whole drama between the families) is now standing in between your legs, fucking yo so deep your eyes roll back in their sockets. And just mere moments ago, he had begged to be touched. By you.

Fuck, just a few minutes ago he had sobbed for you to pay attention to his leaking cock, veins popping, chest heaving and now look how the table has turned. Not that you mind it. But you love the fact that Namjoon has given you something he has never given anyone else and with that in mind, your eyes open and push him off, wanting to switch positions.

You hop off the sink countertop and twirl around, sticking your ass out to signal to him how you want him to do you next. You lean against the mirror, looking back over your shoulder at him, waiting. Namjoon realigns himself but because you’re too short, the angle isn’t quite right. He can’t quite sink in correctly. He parts your ass cheeks, fumbling with his fingers to find your cunt hole and you sigh with his touch. He digs two fingers in and you moan, sticking your lower half out more.

You crave his touch, lifting one knee up to rest on the counter, giving him more ease to shove his fingers deeper. He scoots down and buries his face in your dripping pussy, tongue out so he can taste you. You wail, face pressed against the mirror, breath fogging it up. You forget about the two other men in the house, not caring if they can hear you. “Yesss! Yesss! Fuck.”

Namjoon stops and stands back up, chin wet, massaging his cock before plunging it back into you, so deep you arch onto your tiptoes, hissing as you do, unable to make any other sound as it feels like your breath is knocked out of you. He continues to pound into you, the sound of skin slapping skin resounding with every thrust. By this point, the two other men in the house, who have been pretending they couldn’t hear your voice, are visible trying to hide the tent between their legs.

Supporting your waist with his big hands, he whispers continued praises from behind you, his voice a little shaky from his vigorous thrusting. “Look at you, taking my cock so well. Being so wet for me.” He moans, feeling you tighten around him. “You like that, kitten?”

In between your little gasps, you manage to tell him, “Don’t call me that.”

“Call you what? Kitten?” He rams into you hard enough for you to cry out again, pussy clenching and unclenching, dribbling more slick than he thought possible. “You don’t like me calling you kitten? Is it because Jimin calls you that?”

His voice sounds a little mean as he grows a little annoyed, images of you under the other man flashing across his mind. He doesn’t like it, doesn’t like to know that another had claimed you first. He shoves into you so deep his tip rests against your cervix. You mewl, trying to move away but having nowhere else to move to. Your toes are cramping up. “Namjoon, please,” you sob. “I’m so close.”

Namjoon continues to deep fuck you in fast hard strokes, grunting each time, his nails digging into the skin of your waist. “You’re getting close thinking of being with Jimin? Huh? If I call you kitten, you’ll think I’m Jimin, fucking your wet pussy until you’re a mess like this, huh?”

You try to shake your head but you can’t do that without losing your balance. Namjoon pauses, cock deep inside your weeping cunt. You feel him throb, feel every curve of him, feel how hot he is.

He seems to read your mind, leaning to speak into your ears. “You feel that in between your folds? Can you feel how hard I am for you right now? Can you feel it, how much I want you to come all over my cock? My cock. Mine. Not Jimin’s.” He pulls out slowly and shoves back inch by inch, making sure you feel every stretch of your walls as he claims you. “From now on, I’m going to make sure your little pussy only remembers my shape. I’m going to make sure that neither Jimin nor anyone else will ever make you feel enough. You hear me?”

You nod desperately. “Just stop talking already,” you whine, pouting your lips at him. “You can’t even make me come yet.”

Namjoon pushes you against the countertop, making sure you bend forward for him to envelope you from behind, his front to your back. He places a hand above your head, a safety cushion to stop you from banging your head against the mirror. Then, he gets to work. You’ve never been fucked this roughly before, never been fucked this good and wild that you’re screaming his name through heavy lips. You’ve never been fucked in a way that makes you want to open up more for him, expose all part of you so he can get at every little inch.

“That’s it, baby girl. Just like that, fuck! Your pussy is clenching so tight, baby,” he moans out. “So tight- I- fuck, feels so good, baby girl. Your pussy- so good, baby. You’re so wet for me. Come for me, baby girl. Come all over my cock.”

Your breathing quickens as you feel the familiar knot tightening in your belly. You let out another cry when Namjoon reaches over to rub on your clit and that’s what you need to send you reeling over the edge. “Yesss, yesss, yesss! Oh my god, yesss. Pleasepleasepleaseplease don’t stop. I’m so close, Joonie. So close. Namjoon, you’re fucking me so good. Fuckfuckfuck, aaahhh!”

Namjoon feels you tighten around him before the spasm rocks through your whole frame. You arch your back, stilling for a moment as your legs shake. Your cunt clenches around his cock hard enough to make him moan out your name, calling out to you over and over again, praising you with words barely incomprehensible. You feel him keel over on you, kissing your back as his cock throbs, spilling his seed, painting the walls of your cunt in hot white stickiness that overflows and drips down your thighs.

Namjoon lets out a few grunts before he slips out and his legs buckle beneath him. He plops to the floor by your feet as you hang on for dear life on the countertop, legs too weak to hold your weight. From his place, Namjoon looks up to see how much of a mess he’s made of you, his semen mixing with your juice still dribbling out.

You lean over your shoulder to look at him, panting, your eyes barely open. You can feel the stickiness in between your legs, feel something hot and wet trailing down your thighs. Fuck, that was intense.

“So pretty,” Namjoon blabbers, eyes in between your legs. “Such a pretty pussy.”

Feeling cheeky, you spread your legs wider. “The little prince should learn to clean up his own mess,” you pant, half teasing, half pouting. “Or didn’t your daddy teach you that?”

Still feeling spent, Namjoon crawls over to kneel in between your legs. He uses his palm to spread your butt cheeks apart, exposing you even further. Something about the way that he’s looking at you in such a private place relits the fire in the pit of your stomach.

“I know how to clean my mess,” Namjoon mutters, kissing the insides of your thighs. “I can clean very well.” His words are muffled as he speaks with his tongue on your sloppy entrance, pressing his whole mouth to it and sliding the flat of his tongue against your pussy. He slurps and licks and nibbles and sucks on your swollen clit. He alternates between that and shoving his tongue as deep as he can in your hole, tasting both himself and you.

“Oh, Joonie,” you mewl softly. “Yes, just keep doing that. Keep sucking on my clit. Yes, just like that. Fuck, my little prince is such a good cleaner. My pussy’s gonna come again.”

Namjoon does as he’s told, easily obeying you, tongue furiously flicking against your little nub. Once again, your orgasm washes over you, building into a crescendo until it crashes down, your pussy pulsating, your legs finally giving out from underneath you. Namjoon catches you in a heap in his lap, holding you close against his chest. He tips your head up to him, covering your mouth with his, making sure you can taste yourself, too.

Once you both calm down, you pull away, disconnecting your lips, a string of saliva still connecting your tongues before it breaks off. You’re still breathing heavily, eyes too heavy to keep open, resting against him. You’re not sure how you got to the bed or how you got cleaned up but when you open your eyes again, you’re sleeping on your side, Namjoon spooning you from behind, fast asleep.

His deep breathing tells you that he won’t be easy to wake but his arm wraps around your middle so tight you can barely move. The room is dark and the curtains drawn. Somewhere in front of you, a phone vibrates on the side table and you fumble to look for it. You pick it up, squinting from the light and realise it’s not yours. It’s Namjoon’s.

It’s a text from Jimin. Curious, you focus to read the words, your vision still blurry with sleep. I know you’ll be bored of her soon but she’s my toy so don’t break it. Or I’ll break you.

You place his phone back down on the table and feel around for yours. You find it tucked under your pillow. You check for messages and there it is, a text from Jimin, too. He won’t entertain you for long. I’ll be waiting, my little kitten.

You smile to yourself before putting the phone away. You’ll placate Jimin in the next few days, giving him little tidbits to soften him up and sweeten him just right, enough to assure him that of course, he’s still your favourite. Neither him nor Namjoon will realise the hook you’ve sinked into the both of them, little puppets that would react with every little jerk of your fingers.

You snuggle closer against Namjoon and he stirs, tucking you in against him even more. Soon, his warmth will lull you back to sleep but for now, you lie there in the darkness, unable to wipe the smirk on your face. The two most powerful pawns in the business world are now both in your pocket, ready to be played when the time comes, a typical chaebols rivalry to be used for your own gain.

After all, it’s just business.

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[pantoneyoongi]

neon signs | it’s a small world after all

title ; it’s a small world after all  pairing ; campus crush!yoongi x campus crush!you 

notes ; 

this is part of the neon signs drabble series, where drabbles are released in random order (but listed chronologically in the masterlist!) 

series description ;

namjoon doesn’t think it can get any clearer outside of yoongi building a giant neon sign saying i have the absolute biggest crush on you but apparently, book smarts don’t exactly translate when it comes to you and your massive crush on min yoongi. 

(alternatively: namjoon and hoseok try for three years straight to get you and yoongi together.) 

word count ; 1.7k

tags ; oc is dramatic, yoongi has rbf, pls go to masterlist for more / general tags 

the thing about yoongi is that everyone knows he’s a big softie. it didn’t exactly start off that way, though. 

you know you should’ve listened to namjoon when he said to scope out all your class locations before the semester officially started. you are the most directionally challenged person you know and yet? why would you listen to namjoon and his perfectly sound logic? 

to be fair, you did sort of listen. for every class except this one. you have a whole three hours between this class and your first class of the day. three hours is plenty of time to get lunch and locate your building. 

narrator voice: three hours was not, in fact, plenty of time to get lunch and locate your building. 

when you finally barge through the door of your classroom, you are seconds away from being late. out of breath, you bow and duck your head repeatedly, not even able to get a good look at your professor, too busy profusely apologizing while trying to simultaneously scope out the nearest open seat available. 

there’s a few on the far end of the classroom - but that means you’d have to cross the room, with everyone’s eyes on you, and you’ve already drawn too much attention to yourself from your chaotic entrance on the very first day of class. the only other seat on the side closer to your end is the one right in front of what might possibly be the scariest student you have ever laid eyes on in your life. 

he sits two rows from the back, eyes lazily raising up to watch you, lips drawn in a flat line. he looks bored already, arms crossed against his chest as he leans back, and only when his gaze floats elsewhere do you scramble and make your choice, backpack clumsily dropped to the ground at the desk in front of his. 

that’s it. your semester is sealed. from now on, your unofficial seat for the next four months will be set in front of this terrifying boy who could probably eat you alive if he wanted to. 

you want to cry. you’re not suited for college. there’s too many new faces and not enough friendly ones. the hawks will come for a helpless mouse like you. 

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“i hate this. i’m gonna die, namjoon,” you say emphatically to your best friend in the dining hall, setting your tray down at the table. namjoon is already seated across from you, wearing an expression that says he’s not impressed with your dramatics. you whine back. 

“he’s so scary,” you whisper, like your impassive classmate is going to appear from the shadows if you’re too loud. “his face is like -” you put your pointer fingers near your eyebrows, pointing both fingers downwards like it’s the angry emoji. “perpetually. you know?” 

“it’s probably just resting bitch face,” namjoon tries. “didn’t you say he said thank you when you passed back the papers? bad people don’t say thank you.” 

“and his voice!” you march on, ignoring namjoon’s (this time questionable) logic. “it’s so deep, joonie. i think he hates me.” 

namjoon furrows his eyebrows, astounded by how you reached this conclusion. “y/n-” 

“my life is over,” you slouch in your chair, staring up at the ceiling in despair. “maybe i should just switch minors. i know. i’ll do a japanese minor instead. that’s, like, close enough to chinese, right?” 

namjoon sighs. 

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you have chinese class every tuesday and thursday from 2:30 to 3:50pm. it’s a small class, reminiscent of your high school days, unlike the large lecture halls you generally attend. admittedly, after the first week or so had passed by, the class was a lot noisier, the ice broken thanks to your friendly professor and her myriad of introductory games. 

“this is a language class,” she’d explained. “you’ll have to get comfortable talking to each other.” 

jisoo and jinyoung sit next to you and yoongi respectively, both bright-eyed and intelligent enough to give namjoon a run for his money. when jinyoung smiles, his eyes crinkle in the corners in a way that makes you think he must smile a lot. you would’ve been entirely at ease even just because of the two of them alone were it not for the quiet, stoic boy sitting directly behind you. 

you learn his name is yoongi. he’s a year older, an electrical engineering major (with a minor in chinese, much like many of the other students in class). he doesn’t talk much willingly, if ever at all, but judging from the few rounds of practice dialog you’d had to do together, his chinese is fluid and well rehearsed, pronunciation clean. you think he’s probably one of the smartest in the class. 

your professor seems to think so too. “yoongi,” she gestures for him to rise. “can you read from the textbook please? guys, listen carefully for his articulation.” 

you turn your head to watch him, bewildered when yoongi is still sat frozen in his seat, eyes widened ever so slightly. it’s probably the most expressive you’ve ever seen him. 

“yoongi?” the professor questions, smiling confusedly. “please stand.” 

yoongi shifts a little, like he’s preparing to get up, but he doesn’t quite make it. you wonder if maybe he doesn’t know what line he’s supposed to be reading on - zoning out in class is probably common for smart kids like him. 

“from here,” you whisper, pointing to the line in the textbook. his eyes meet yours, and you realize it’s not that he doesn’t know what line the class is on. 

public speaking. he’s scared of public speaking. 

you offer him an encouraging smile. “you got this,” you mouth, and make small waving hand motions to urge him up. hesitantly, he stands, lifting the textbook with him. he glances up at the professor, then back to you. you give him two thumbs up, mentally reprimanding yourself - two thumbs, really? - but it earns you the very first, tiny smile you’ve ever seen from him. 

the way he smiles makes him infinitely less intimidating. 

you’d like to see them more. 

.

.

.

“y/n,” a knock comes at your door, namjoon’s familiar voice muffled behind it. “i’m here.” 

quieter, you hear him explaining how he’d texted you earlier to make sure you’d be in. you open the door, peering out to see who he’s talking to, finding another boy, one almost just as tall as him, but lankier, with bright eyes and an even brighter smile. the boy sticks his hand out for you. “hi,” he beams. “i’m hoseok, namjoon’s roommate. it’s nice to meet you.” 

you’ve heard a lot about hoseok. even without the fact that he’s namjoon’s roommate, hoseok is an outgoing guy, already a name that drifts from mouth to mouth across campus, compliments galore. 

you take his hand, introducing yourself, but you’re distracted between wanting to give hoseok a good impression and the fact that hovering right behind him is yoongi, with his hands shoved in his pockets, slouching slightly. he’s not looking at you, instead observing your dorm hall and its colorful decorations. perks of an all girl dorm hall, and all that. 

“oh, this is yoongi,” hoseok notices your diverted attention. “he’s my best friend from high school.” he slings an arm around yoongi and drags him forward with a grin. “yoongi, smile,” he mutters through his teeth. 

the snort you let out is absolutely unladylike, but you can’t help it. yoongi smiles on command, but he doesn’t show any teeth, just boxes the corners of his lips upwards. it looks like a reflex, the way he does it so immediately, and such a switch from his character in class. 

“we’ve met,” you say as you let the boys into your room, the three of them quickly filling out the small space. you’re lucky your roommate is out right now, even just the four of you make it feel like a tight squeeze. “yoongi’s in my chinese class.” 

“oh, so he knows the guy-” 

you slap a hand over namjoon’s mouth, nearly sitting on him in an effort to shut your friend up. “he is the guy,” you hiss into his ear, and namjoon’s jaw drops, tearing your hand off his face. 

“you’re kidding,” he whispers, except it’s namjoon, so he may as well be yelling. 

“did he do the thing again?” hoseok asks sympathetically. “yoongi, i told you not to do the thing.” 

“i didn’t do the thing,” yoongi argues defensively, but hoseok stares pointedly back. yoongi shrinks. he bites his cheek. you think you have whiplash. “i did the thing,” yoongi mutters. 

“yoongi!” hoseok complains, and yoongi yet again boxes his lips up into that awkward smile that you’re starting to think is actually very cute. it makes his cheeks puffy and squishy, entirely dissolving the daunting aura he had before. hoseok sighs, and you get the feeling that when yoongi makes that face, it’s very hard for hoseok to say much else otherwise. 

you don’t blame him. that’s the kind of look that could probably get away with anything. 

“the thing,” namjoon says slowly. he’s a smart guy; namjoon was known for being able to piece even the oddest bits of information together. “the thing, where he scares the living shit out of people like y/n.” 

“namjoon!” it’s your turn to scold your friend, the back of your hand smacking into his arm. he could at least try not to embarrass you. 

but hoseok nods, yoongi wincing apologetically. “the thing,” hoseok confirms. “sorry, y/n. yoongi’s nice, you’ll see. he’s just shy.” 

you and yoongi glance at each other, and when your eyes meet, his lips form a more genuine smile, softening all his features. warm brown eyes melt away any reservations you might’ve had about him - especially when he says, “thanks for helping me in class.” 

you smile back. it’s a small world, you think - what are the chances that namjoon’s roommate’s best friend would be none other than the boy in your class that you haven’t stopped talking about to namjoon since the day you met him? 

“this is fate,” hoseok will declare later into the evening. two best friends meet two best friends because one half of each pair are roommates. “i think we’ll be good friends.” 

friends. right. that’s what you tell yourself even when you catch sight of yoongi’s full grin at some point, an endearingly gummy smile that makes your heart shake dangerously in your chest. 

series masterlist ; neon signs

#yoongi x you #yoongi x reader #yoongi x yn #yoongi x oc #yoongi x y/n #yoongi #yoongi fluff #min yoongi #series: nsyg

[allieebobo]

hi allie!! not to be a simp for all your merry crisis ros but if it’s okay, can i please ask for some cute fluffy facts about them? 🥺 thank you <333

Shay

Active and outdoorsy. Huge plant nerd.

Had taken up a government scholarship to study overseas, tuition fully paid for - in exchange for working in the National Parks service for at least 6 years (researcher/seed collector). Quit after 6 years to become a musician.

When not mtn biking, hanging at the beach or rock climbing, playing music at pubs, they: have friends over for lazy brunches and/or can be spotted haggling over fresh produce in the wet markets, and sipping kopi (coffee)/ beer w their mates at the hawker centres.

Once did an iron man triathlon but never again ("training for it was so boring")

Low attention span, brain works like a giant tangle of noodles. Fidgets. (Didnt make them a partocularly "good" student). Loves working with their hands/tinkering.

When they have strong feelings, they try to outrun/distract themselves with music or nature or physical activity.

Nat

Very close to their family, who live on Long Island.

Post doc fellow, working towards a tenure track position in NYU.

Big nerd and full of little weird facts about volcanoes and sharks. Brings home little cards and gifts from their students, and puts them all up in a little alcove by their desk.

Patient, kind, and giving - puts everyone at ease - even people they've only just met.

The sort of friend who will be there for you no matter what, would drop everything and come with tissues and ben&jerries after a nasty breakup, remembers all the little things you say, and surprises you with thoughtful gestures, checks in with you when you're feeling down. In general, just someone who feels like a warm cosy blanket.

Has a funny, silly side to them too, with infectious enthusiasm about the small pleasures in life, like good homemade sourdough or a cute interaction between a baby and a dog on the street.

Is an amazing, amazing cook - like, phenomenal.

Qiu

Finished law school about two years back and is now a hotshot public prosecutor who's going places.

Ambitious as heck, an incorrigible workaholic, extremely focused. Practical, dexterous, and extremely intelligent. Has had a string of casual 'fwb' partners since graduating from Junior college, but has never sacrificed enough of their time - or their soul - to be in a serious, commited r'ship.

Parents are very rich, and put a lot of pressure on Qiu to do well. Respectability matters a lot to them.

Qiu has become more distant from their parents over the years but still has a niggling need to prove their worth / be a dutiful child.

Very rarely shows weakness/vulnerability, believes strongly in self sufficiency over co-dependence.

In school, played basketball, but is now way too busy to do much of anything besides work, grab drinks/hang out with their best friend (from the hospital) or Joony (sometimes) on Sunday.

#merry crisis #asks #interactive ficiton #if #shay #qiu #nat

[burningstar-light]

Strawberry kisses (Seongjun Baek x reader)

Content: Establish relatioship, PDA, making out in public, slightly suggestive.

Warnings: Making out, saliva, moaning, suggestive.

The bell rang loudly through the classroom. I quickly collected up all my items, stuffing them into my bag, carefully collecting the small good luck charm Seongjun had made for me. My feet tapped hurriedly against the smooth wooden floors. Fingers curled around my own, tugging me back into his chest, soft lips pressed against my cheek, arms curled around my waist. He sighed softly into my ear, chin resting on my shoulder. His face pressed into my neck, he grumbled softly. I could feel him frowning against my skin, arms tightening, holding me closer to him.

“Where have you been hiding today?”

 I giggle softly at the ticklish feeling of his hair and breath on my skin. He snuggled further into me, pressing all against me, his cheek bumped into mine, lips pressing delicate kisses all over my face.

“Joon!” I squeal, his blunt teeth digging into my jaw before pressing soft kisses into the aching mark.

“Wanna kiss you. Your lips always look so soft.”

“We should wait until we get out of school before being affectionate. What's everyone going to think?”

“They’re gonna think that the school's most kind student has fallen for their childhood best friend turned delinquent,” his voice was a whisper, lips smearing kisses to my cheek and edges of my lips. “They’re gonna think I've been corrupting you.”

“They’d be right about both things,” I reach back, cupping his cheek in my hand, leaning back against him, and turning my head, pressing my lips softly against his, “I’ve fallen head over heels for my best friend, and you’ve been corrupting me, look at me no shame in kissing you right here in front of everyone.”

He groaned softly against my lips, tilting his head deepening the kiss, his tongue darting out, licking along my bottom lip and pushing into my mouth, dragging over my own. His taste washed over me, cool and minty, tongue swirling around mine, brushing over my teeth and exploring every corner of my mouth. Heat burned at my gut, large hands sliding up and down my sides squeezing ever so softly. He groaned again, his lips moving against mine hungrier, more desperate.

“Ew! Can you two get a room? No one wants to see you fucking in the school hallway!” A shrill voice breaks our heated moment.

Embarrassment burned my cheeks. Seongjun pulled away slowly, saliva connecting the two of us. His soft panting breaths brushed over my tingling lips, and his arms held me close to him, preventing me from wiggling away. He pressed a few more soft kisses to my lips.

“Don’t listen to them, baby,” his voice was smooth and calm, but his eyes swirled with anger, and his jaw clenched tightly.

“Let’s just go. Remember, granny wants to see us today,” I whisper softly, taking a few steps forward. His arms release me, and he follows behind me like a lost puppy.

A hand wrapped around my wrist, pausing my steps, “wait… Can I give you a piggyback ride?”

I nod, watching as he shifts the bags to his front before bending down, motioning for me to climb on. I climb on, my arms wrapping around his shoulders, his arms sliding under my thighs, easily lifting me up. My lips press softly against his cheek and nose. His lips twitched up in a soft smile; I kissed the corner of his lips softly.

“You’re so beautiful, Joon.”

“Thank you,” he whispered,  a soft red coating his cheeks, “You’re so gorgeous.”

I giggle again, fishing my lip gloss from my pocket, and swiping an obscene amount onto my lips. I press my lips to his, smearing my lip gloss onto his lips. I watch his tongue swipe across his lips, a moan spilling from his lips.

“That's why you always taste like strawberries.” 

“Do you like the way I taste, Joonie?” I purr softly into his ear, kissing his earlobe, leaving a sticky residue on his ear.

“Don’t tease me, or we’ll have to skip granny’s so I can taste you more. ”

#seongjun baek x reader #Seongjoon baek x reader #seongjun baek #viral hit #viral hit x reader #viral hit webtoon

[angsttan]

The Pretty Jock

"Kim Namjoon was the most sought after jock on their college campus, but he didn't find any interest in romance. 

Nor being a bottom, for that matter. 

Jeon Jungkook was the shy boy at the back of the class, keeping himself hidden away and only talking to a select few of the freshmen class, he stayed to himself most of the time. 

On the night of Jimin and Hoseok's frat party, however, Namjoon was shocked to see Jungkook present.

Especially when he pushed him to the wall. 

“You’ve been watching me all night, waiting so patiently for me to come to you. Now I’m here, let me reward you.” " Pairing: Jock!Namjoon x Nerd!Jungkook Genre: Rivals to lovers | Enemies to lovers!AU | Romance, Smut, a lot of teasing and pining

Warnings: alcohol consumption, a lot of sass from Jungkook, dominance battles, foreplay, obscene language, fingering, orgasms, anal, Jungkook has a potty mouth when it comes to dirty talk, Joonie's an anal virgin, first-time subbing, Joonie's a good sub, Jungkook is a demonic dominant.

Word Count: 4.9K Author's Note: I'm back with yet another story for you all, my first ever one-shot no less! I have to say after the Proof photos dropped I couldn't help but think about the possibilities of Joon being a sub, especially to Jungkook, so here it is! This is my second work after Fibreglass Hearts, which I am pausing updates of temporarily until I'm happier to continue with the storyline, but in the meantime - enjoy this filth 😂 - Bri

Rainbow glows of random light fixtures attached to the ground illuminated the dark house party, echoed by the bass that was bouncing against the walls whilst students drank from their red cups topped up with cheap supermarket beer and spirits. This was the college experience, Namjoon thought to himself, chuckling as he laid back on one of the brown leather arm chairs of his best friends Jimin and Hoseok’s home. As his eyes pried around the soiree, his gaze hardened when seeing Hoseok’s head tilted back in bliss, his eyes feathered shut as delicate kisses were peppered down his neck by his boyfriend Min Yoongi, one of the cutest freshmans that everyone wanted to snap up. With his short height, gummy smile, and venomous attitude to anyone who teased him for those exact features, Yoongi was heavily sought after and many envied Hoseok for being the first to make a move. “Lucky bastard.” Namjoon muttered, taking another sip of his whiskey and Coke. 

As his eyes continued to scour the music, he felt his vision blur as the lack of food mixed with the high percentage of alcohol as he was on his fourth cup of the night, but he could have sworn his eyes weren’t failing him when he saw Jeon Jungkook hiding in the corner. Hands buried in the pockets of his black jeans, his slouched position against the wall gave away how large his pecs were clinging to his black short-sleeved tee, a silver dog tag prominently resting square in his chest. Namjoon’s breath was snatched at the sight. 

“You okay, Joon?” Jin chuckled, wrapping his arm around his friend’s shoulders as he noticed the dazed stare from afar. “Who are you checking out?” 

Namjoon’s head snapped back towards Jin’s, eyes blown wide (and not just from the alcohol) as his words failed him, but within a second of silently gawking he shook his head and let out a low grunt, trying to reform his strong and powerful stance that he was popular for. “N-Nothing. I just can’t believe that of all the people in this college, Yoongi chose Hoseok. ” He laughed groughly, hiding his sweating palms in his jeans as he looked up at the science major in suspicion. “How come you came over here, hmm? What happened to Taehyung?” He gested, wiggling his eyebrows as he tried to get under Jin’s skin at the mention of his regular hook-up. Jin groaned and threw his head back, letting out a loud whine that would have stolen everyone’s attention had the music not been so loud and the crowd being in their own worlds.  “Had to go take Jimin to bed after he drank too much... Besides, he’s teasing the shit out of me!” A deep chuckle left Namjoon’s chest as he saw Jin’s exaggeration “is your poor ego crushed?” He cooed, petting his friend’s head as he donned a childish pout and clutched his heart. “Maybe if you stopped acting like a brat and showed him what you were truly like, you’d get a moment together.” “And what? Let him dick��me down? Me? No, darling. I don’t let anyone take me to bed unless I have them shaking and begging for me” Jin huffed, standing up and shaking his head at such an idea from Namjoon “I will get him. Just watch.” Namjoon laughed as he saw Jin stalk away, making him shake his head at his friend’s attitude that was always exuberated when alcohol flowed through his body. “What a strange little man…” He noted, his head turning towards the wall he once saw Jungkook leaning against. It was now empty. 

“Looking for someone?” A low voice gruffed, snapping Namjoon to look above him, his eyes widened in surprise of the boy he once stared at from afar right in front of him. 

“Jungkook-” “It’s rude to stare, you know?” He snapped. Namjoon gulped.

“What are you even doing here?” He snorted, trying to hide his falter at the freshman’s sass. “I came over here because my best friend is currently giving your friend a lap dance and I want to go home.” Jungkook huffed, pointing to Yoongi grinding on Hoseok. Namjoon’s face flushed at how provocative the couple were being before he shook his head and looked back at the male before him. “And what does that have to do with me?” 

“I want to go home. With you.”

Namjoon felt his eyes bulge out of his head “Wh-What?”

“You heard me. You’ve been sitting here all night looking so high and mighty but I know you’re touch deprived. I saw the way you stared me down, do you really think you were slick with your advances?” Jungkook scoffed, grabbing Namjoon’s hand and pulling him up swiftly, pressing their chests together as he feathered his lips to his ear. 

“You’ve been watching me all night, waiting so patiently for me to come to you. Now I’m here, let me reward you.”

Namjoon felt the wind leave his lungs, his head setting off alarms at his guard being dropped so fast, but he allowed his body to take over as velvet lips brushed against his own, his feet stumbling backwards until he felt the cold of the wall behind them. Jungkook was kissing him. Jungkook was kissing him . This wasn’t right, it shouldn’t be so right. Namjoon was the dominant in every relationship, he should be the one making Jungkook melt. With a low grunt, he swiftly pushed Jungkook to the wall, flipping their positions as he lodged his knee between the latter’s legs, briskly massaging the bulge that was forming in Jungkook’s tight jeans. “I don’t sub for just anyone” Namjoon grunted, pressing his lips to Jungkook’s neck and blooming dark hickeys and drawing blood, panting between every one. 

“You really think you can top me?” Jungkook cooed condescendingly, laughing as he gripped Namjoon’s white shirt, not caring if he was stretching the fabric as he brought the senior to his eye level. “Look how cute you are, thinking you can top me. Let me guess, you’re going to feel your pride threatened and try to pin me down so your friends don’t know how much I can make you scream. After all, to you and all of your friends I simply just like books and grades… A nerd like me shouldn’t care about parties like this, right?” Jungkook tilted his head, tauntingly smirking as he shook his head in dissatisfaction. 

“That’s not how I work, sweet stuff.”

Namjoon let out a gasp as he felt his shirt released, and he lost his balance as he stumbled backwards, convinced he’d fall until a strong hand grabbed his wrist, yanking him up the stairs at a speed he could only describe as whiplash. 

Jungkook didn’t care about the room he went to, instantly slamming the door shut and pushing Namjoon against the inner frame, looking him up and down with dark predatory eyes and his lips curled into a bemused smirk. “Well don’t you look cute, hmm? So pliant, so angelic in your little white shirt… Look at your fluffy hair too! If I knew any better, I’d say you’re an innocent good boy, not a bad bone in you… Such a pretty thing stood for me.” His voice went south, travelling to the shell of Namjoon’s ear and he paused. 

Namjoon sucked in a breath. Jungkook sneered. “I love breaking pretty things.”

Namjoon’s emotions were whipped up in a frenzy like a hurricane. He gave in to Jungkook’s dominance, his body tingling with excitement as he allowed the man above him to straddle over his waist, his hands instantly crawling up to feel at the latter’s bare skin as he pulled away his shirt.  

Jungkook tsked, pulling Namjoon’s hands away in an instant. “Sorry cutie, hands off.”

Namjoon whimpered, causing both their eyes to widen at the sudden noise. “Fuck!” Jungkook hissed, staring down at Namjoon’s shyness at his body’s betrayal, “You’re just so cute your body’s craving me and yet you still think you can top me?” He taunted, chuckling when seeing a small head shake from the male below him. “That’s what I thought… Do you trust me, Joonie?” He cooed seeing his nod. “Perfect.” Jungkook gripped the white material of Namjoon’s shirt, pulling it above his head in seconds and his eyes flickered down his chest, smiling in amusement at the purpling hickeys he’d engraved onto his neck and collarbones downstairs shining against his tanned skin. “Baby you look so beautiful like this, laid out for me and ready to be marked up… Let me guess, you like a bit of pain, hmm?” He taunted, toying one of the latter’s nipples in his fingers  before twisting it and letting Namjoon’s moans fill the room. “What a sin you are,” Jungkook chuckled, his lips locking with the jock’s once more. His breathing was intense, his chest rising and falling with anticipation as sweat beaded on his forehead at the sexual frustration, Namjoon was struggling to cope with the teasing. “J-Jungk–”

“Hush, baby. Let me have my fun.” Jungkook scolded, lightly pulling on the other nipple before taking it into his mouth.

This has to be a dream, it has to be , Namjoon thought to himself, squirming at the saliva heating his chest. He was bewildered at the very idea of Jungkook, the boy who would sit on the bleachers doing his algebra homework whilst he was out on the field as the captain of his college’s football team, the same Jungkook that would repulse at any sort of skinship between brothers when he witnessed Hoseok and Jin bump chests and cascade into a typical ‘bro-hug’, the same Jungkook that would never so much as speak to him, is now trapping him under his body, teasing him into a whimpering mess. If it were a dream, Namjoon didn’t want to wake up. 

Jungkook yanked Namjoon out of his thoughts as he pulled away from the latter’s chest, making Namjoon instantly pant and cry out at the loss of touch. Jungkook cooed as he saw nothing but a baby under him, a frail little sub who needed nothing more than pleasure and affection. “It’s okay baby, we’ll get you filled up in no time,” He chastised, chuckling when hearing a small gasp from the bottom’s lips. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna take perfect care of you, hmm?” Namjoon nodded meekly. Pulling his body up when he felt Jungkook get off him, making room to pull Namjoon free from his jeans as well as his own, showing off his toned thighs which were just as strong as his arms. Namjoon was astonished to see Jungkook was so well-built as he hid his body away in college under hoodies and flannel shirts. But at a time like now, he couldn’t help but not stare.

“You like what you see, baby?” Jungkook teased, reeling in the shy nods he received from Namjoon before he delicately cupped his face. “I know I’m surprising you a lot, but do you want me to continue?” Namjoon nodded again and Jungkook tutted. “I need words, baby. You need to tell me.” “I-I want to continue” Namjoon mumbled, his eyes tinted with adoration at Jungkook’s care for him, watching his eyelashes fan his face when he blinked and scanned the latter’s face for any uncertainty. Once convinced that Namjoon was happy to continue, Jungkook hummed and nodded, pulling a small bottle of lubricant from the back pocket of his jeans and flicking the tiny cap open. He looked up and down Namjoon’s body, which was one pair of boxers away from full nudity, much like his own. He groaned at the thought. “You’re so beautiful, how you could hide your perfection in your cocky attitude is really such a shame” Jungkook cooed, pulling Namjoon’s legs to straddle before him once more as he locked eyes with the whimpering jock again. “Can I remove these, baby?”

There it is again. Baby . Every time the pet name fell from Jungkook’s lips he felt somersaults in his stomach and his words failed him, causing him to tremble a small nod which was soon replaced by a whimper when feeling a light spank on his inner right thigh.

“I told you baby, I need words.” Jungkook repeated, his tone stern but his eyes laced with worry that he was going hard on the boy. 

“Y-Yes… Fuck, just do it already!” Namjoon hissed, the coil in his stomach mounting as his patience wore thin, “Put your hands all over me Jungkook I swear to god I will- Why are you laughing?” Namjoon hissed, growling at the latter. “Who would’ve thought you’d be begging me to touch you, hmm? And it seems like my little baby is losing his cool at that… Oh how it makes me want to tease you more.” Jungkook winked, laughing when Namjoon glared at him in annoyance. “Don’t worry baby, I won’t be that cruel on you tonight… Another night, however…” “There won’t be another night if you don’t start touching me, Jeon.” Namjoon snapped, but soon gasped feeling a strong force around his throat.

“At what point did I say you could talk back to me, hmm?” Jungkook sneered, his dominance kicking back into full-swing as he choked Namjoon but not to the point of winding him. He saw the shock on the elder’s face, the way his heart started to race underneath him, he knew Namjoon’s threatening demeanour  was all talk. It’s cute. 

“J-J–Jun…-” “Ah, ah, baby… Call me hyung. ”

Namjoon’s eyes widened as he stared at the latter in disbelief “wh-wh…” “Can you do that, baby? Can you call me hyung? I’ll give you what you want if you behave nicely.” “H-Hyung…” Namjoon spluttered, gasping for breath when Jungkook loosened his grip, but his voice hitched when he was flipped onto his stomach, his face flat in the soft black silk below them, replacing the comfort his boxers once held around his throbbing member as the undergarments were swiped away. “God, you don’t realise how long I’ve wanted to hear that from your throat, do you baby?” Jungkook grunted, the audible squirt of lube being poured onto his hand had Namjoon reeling in anticipation, feverish to feel his touch. “And look at you, all laid out for me just begging for this ass to eat my fingers. Do you think you can take them, baby? Think your little hole can handle me?” Namjoon nodded vigorously, panting as he felt his rim circled with the cool liquid. Jungkook cooed at the eagerness of the plush mounts rising towards his delicate presses, Namjoon’s panting the only sound filling the room as he whimpered “H-Hyung please…” “Please, what ?” Jungkook blew softly onto his ass, Namjoon squealed.  “Please! P-Put your fingers in me! Stretch me and get me ready for your cock! I want it! N-No, I need it!!” The once mighty jock sobbed, his hand grasping the sheets below him as an anchor for his body that was pulsating with heat at this point. It was too much. Too much teasing. He needed Jungkook. Needed him now . “Well…” Jungkook pondered, smirking as he felt the guttural whines of the sub below him, “I suppose since you begged so cutely, I should give you what you want hmm?”

“Yes! Yes, yes! Please-ah!” Namjoon cried, feeling the delicate intrusion slowly uncoil all of the tension inside of him. His eyes screwed shut at the foreign feeling, never experiencing what he gave to others. The burn soon became bliss as Jungkook pulled all but the tip of his index finger to the rim and then plunged it back in again. Whimpers filled the room once more, balancing out the bass that vibrated on the bedroom floor from the party below. Had Namjoon thought any clearer than the pure filth roaming through his head of how much more he wanted Jungkook inside of him, perhaps he would have recalled the fact that he disappeared from the party without telling his friends. Perhaps his friends could hear his pathetic whines as he begged to be stretched wide. Did Jungkook lock the door? He couldn’t recall. The thrill of potential that someone could walk in on them enlightened him, making his whines become loud moans, begging for more as he started to roll his hips to make Jungkook’s digit sink deeper inside of him. 

“F-Fuck…” Jungkook muttered, surprised by Namjoon’s eagerness to take more “Think you can have a second one so soon, baby?” he whispered, smiling at the begging of “Please, please! Do it now!” he received in return. That was enough to throw the dom over the edge as a brisk two fingers plunged into Namjoon’s ass, harmonising with the cries of pleasure as he timed each pump with the bass below. Namjoon was a delight, his toes curled in pleasure, his head buried deep in the sheets struggling to mask his moans and beautiful pleas for more, and the way his back arched every time Jungkook brushed past his prostate. He was a beautiful treat to devour. Soon pushing his index and middle finger as deep as he could, he heard Namjoon’s shaky cry as his head threw up and backwards at his body closing to overdrive. Flexing his fingers in a beckoning motion inside, he could feel the latter's nerves bundle as his legs trembled, drawing closer to a release. Turning it up one more notch, Jungkoook expanded his fingers into a scissoring push, forcing the muscle to spread inside which had the boy screaming and cumming beautiful streams of white onto the black sheets below them. “How cute.”

Namjoon was seeing stars, his mind clouded at such a fast release that he couldn’t feel any control over. He hardly processed what he had done until he felt the stickiness between him and the sheets, his throbbing member pulsing against his stomach and his jaw throbbing from how wide he’d been preening it open with his moans. Such an outer body experience enthralled him, and he only wanted more. 

“Look at you, getting the sheets all filthy from just a little bit of anal.” Jungkook tutted, but a large smile donned his face as he felt Namjoon’s hips rise higher to feel the touch even more. “If I didn’t know any better, one may think you’re enjoying being dominated, hmm Joonie?” Oh boy, did the teasing wind Namjoon even more into a disposition of need “L-Love it! Love being sub! W-Want more hyung, want more!” He babbled, pushing his body up onto all-fours as his arms trembled, trying to hold his body that felt so exhausted from such a powerfully foreplayed release. 

“Well if it’s what my baby wants, then more he shall get.”

The plastic cap flicked open once more, and soft moans fell from Jungkook’s lips as he massaged the sticky and chilled lube against his own member, smiling as he saw Namjoon stealing small glances from behind, and with a soft gasp he tilted his head to the latter “What is it baby?” “S-So big... W-won’t fit in Joonie…” Namjoon pouted. 

Jungkook chuckled and shook his head, delicately pressing a soft kiss to Namjoon’s lips as he stroked his hair with his free hand “Look at you so worried. I won’t push you more than you can’t handle, okay baby? If you want hyung to stop, just say amber or red, okay? Hyung will stop as soon as you want him to.” “O-Okay hyung… T-Trust you…” Namjoon mumbled, his eyes as wide as saucers as his alcohol clouded mind started to subdude, completely replaced by lust and belief in the man before him. How did he never realise Jungkook was this beautiful before? Slowly positioning himself at the pink puffy rim that Jungkook had so carefully slicked up, he pushed Namjoon back to flatten his back on his all-four stance. With a shaky breath, Namjoon closed his eyes as he awaited the large intrusion and as soon as he anticipated, it came. Feeling Jungkook’s head suffocate, his rim had his breath hitching in shock, before feeling even more filled in what seemed like a never-ending motion “H-Hyung!” He cried out, arching his back in seconds at the feeling of being so stuffed. Jungkook laughed in amusement at the way Namjoon’s body worshipped his member, swallowing up the length as much as he could, but before he could get comfortable he pulled out partially, much to Namjoon’s protest. “Baby…” Jungkook reprimanded “It’s coming back, I promise you. I need to make sure your beautiful ass can take my full length, hmm? That wasn’t even half of me” He chuckled. 

Namjoon gasped “I-It wasn’t?!” “No baby. Can you handle more? Tell me your colour?” “G-Green, hyung. W-Want all of you.” 

Jungkook cooed and nodded as he pushed his full length inside, making Namjoon scream in delight at the feeling of his ass almost being ripped apart at such a big cock inside of him. 

“Yes! Yes, yes, YES!” Namjoon cried, feeling Jungkook grip his hips and start to thrust his length in and out of him at a steady yet soft pace, feeling every part of his body tingle in anticipation and heat as the slapping of skin echoed the two males’ moans. He stopped so he could listen to Jungkook’s grunts and moans, making his cock twitch as he heard the deep dominant swear at how beautiful his ass was. He couldn’t fathom how much more he could handle. 

As Jungkook began to pick up the pace, both males felt themselves heating and longing for more, causing Jungkook to hoist Namjoon higher by his shoulder, pressing the latter’s back to his chest as he kissed all over his shoulders and his nape, nibbling softly at all of the skin in his sight. “So beautiful…” He grunted, his pace unwavering as he felt Namjoon’s chest wrack with sobs of pleasure “So good for hyung, aren’t you baby?” Namjoon nodded desperately, gasping at the sound of a sharp smack on his outer thigh, causing his body to lurch forward at the sensation of burning skin from tentative touches. “A-Again” He mewled, bucking his hips higher towards Jungkook’s member, his hand softly hooking behind him to curl into Jungkook’s wavy locks.  “D-Do it again.” Smack. Namjoon whimpered. 

Smack . He was trembling. 

“Aren’t you going to thank me for giving you what you want?” Jungkook edged, his right arm hooking around Namjoon’s waist to keep him grounded as he felt the pleasure of the latter tugging his hair. “Th-Thank you hyung…” Smack. “Anything for you, baby.” Jungkook cooed, kissing Namjoon’s Adams Apple as he felt it bob to try and swallow and remember to breathe whilst he was being ploughed into. Namjoon was a wreck under Jungkook’s touch. 

It was perfect.

Ploughing into the school jock and blowing his back out wasn’t exactly on Jungkook’s bucket list for college, but boy was it a delight to do. Hearing the once cocky asshole now crying under him for how much he wanted to be smacked and degraded felt like a fever dream, and the best part was that he was his. His to destroy. His to train. His to dominate and tease whilst he begged for it all. 

When he said he enjoyed wrecking pretty things, he meant it. And how beautiful Namjoon was, taking every inch of Jungkook so well, letting him bite and bruise all over his skin and asking for more, telling Jungkook how much he loved being the prettiest little cockslut for his hyung. “Tell me what you want, Joonie.” Jungkook grunted, the burning coil of heat repenting from letting go and spilling inside of the latter so soon, not until he was on the very edge. 

“W-Want to see hyung…” Namjoon whispered, his voice shaking as he felt himself longing for more of Jungkook’s touch. Jungkook’s heart was warm. Scanning his surroundings, he noticed a full length mirror in the corner of the room, making him snarl as his thoughts took over, picking Namjoon up by the back of his knees, letting him straddle his legs around the mirror as Jungkook held him up, pressing his chest to the glass and continued to slam himself high into the athlete. “How’s this baby?” Jungkook grunted, smirking at himself for his decision of location and his daily work-out sessions as he controlled Namjoon’s body up and  as he lifted Namjoon up and down his length at ease. And boy did Namjoon reel in it, staring at Jungkook’s dark and piercing gaze as they stared each other through the mirror’s reflection, his breath fogging the glass as the smallest cries of “ah” went from faint and shy delicate moans, to sobs of pure filth as he felt Jungkook pick up the pace, soon dropping Namjoon’s legs and slamming him against the glass for more accuracy, holding his hips with a steel grip as he pistoned his nearing member inside the boy’s prostate, not caring if their voices were growing as eventually Jungkook grunts and moans echoed that of Namjoon’s loud cries. 

“Yes, yes, fuck baby. Feel me rip you apart. Feel me burn your little virgin ass as you take it all. Tell Hyung how much you love it. Tell him how much you want his cum.” “N-Need it hyung” Namjoon rasped, tears pouring down his cheeks as he felt his body preparing for its second release. “N-Need hyung t-to… to…” “Tell me, baby. Tell me what you need.” “Need you to f-fill me… M-Make me a-a-addicted to your cum… O-Only yours… W-Want you to f-fill my v-virgin hole… P-Please hyung!” Namjoon cried, sobs racking his every being as he felt a switch turn in Jungkook as his thrusts fell out of motion, becoming uneven and faster than ever before. Namjoon felt his legs become numb, and had Jungkook not been there he may have dropped to the ground. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” Jungkook hissed, keeping his eyes on Namjoon’s frame as the latter closed his eyes and allowed Jungkook to destroy his prostate as he chased his release “Joonie you’re so perfect for me. So beautiful, so soft.” He muttered, gripping his hard member within his free hand. 

“W-Want you to let go, okay? Let hyung help you cum all over yourself. Gonna make you my messy little bitch.”  He snarled, smirking as he felt something snap inside of Namjoon as they both released at the same time, streams of white filling his ass as he screamed and came on Jungkook’s hand, his own cum shooting into his hair and all over his chest as he moaned and cried at such an intense release.

Both boys felt their bodies sink as they softly crumbled to the ground, unmoving from their positions as Jungkook’s arms subconsciously wrapped around Namjoon’s curled frame, their lips panting heavily and stealing soft kisses every few minutes until they felt more human again. “Th…That was… W-Wow…” Namjoon whispered, looking up at Jungkook in wonder as he watched the beads of sweat slip down the side of his face. How could someone look so phenomenal post-fuck? 

“You did amazing, baby” Jungkook smiled, kissing his forehead lovingly and cupping his cheek, brushing his thumb over the soft skin and wiping his tears away. “You were so cute and so perfect for me. So so good.”

Namjoon’s heart hammered at the praise, making him giggle at Jungkook’s words and kiss his lips tenderly, their foreheads resting against one another as their breathing evened out at last. “You… You were phenomenal, Jungkook… Why didn’t you dom me sooner?” He questioned softly. Jungkook chuckled. 

“Baby, I love it when you pin me down and fuck me senseless, but when it comes to special nights like our anniversary I want to surprise you,” He teased, scooping his boyfriend up into his arms as he placed them both back on the bed and pressed Namjoon’s head to his chest. “Come on Kookie, let me take care of you now, hmm? You’ve done enough domming for one night.” Namjoon teased, smiling when seeing Jungkook soon retreat into his familiar subby-self, curling into Namjoon’s chest and softly kissing all over his body. “Hmm… Love you Joonie.” “I love you too Koo. This was the best idea you’ve ever had.” Namjoon chuckled, his hand raking through Jungkook’s hair as he watched the latter preen at his touch. “Although…” He quirked an eyebrow. “What’s with your hyung kink, huh? That was new.”  Jungkook blushed and swatted his chest, shaking his head “I just wanted to hear you call me Hyung… It was beautiful,” He looked up at his boyfriend once more “You are beautiful”.

“Stop it you cheeseball” Namjoon teased, rolling his eyes as he laughed at his boyfriend’s pout, silencing him with a delicate kiss to his lips “Happy Anniversary, baby.” “Happy Anniversary, Joonie… We should apologise to Hobi for wrecking another mirror…” Jungkook mumbled. “It’s fine, baby, we’ll buy him some new sheets too… You really made a mess of these ones” He teased, chuckling as he wrapped his boyfriend of five years under the silk, cascading them both in a cocoon of warmth, and drifted off to sleep with ease. “I think you’ll find that was you” Jungkook retorted, snorting as he saw Namjoon blush. “Not bad for a jock” He winked. “Shut it, nerd.” Namjoon spat. “Don’t you dare make me dick you down again.” “Oh? Want to dominate me again?” “PLEASE GOD NO!” a voice yelled through the wall. 

Namjoon and Jungkook’s eyes widened in shock. 

Jimin.

#namkook romance #namkook au #namkook smut #namjoon #jungkook #bts au #bts fic #namjoon smut #jungkook smut #bts smut #bts fanfic #velvetineyoongi

[sicjimin]

Can you do a sickfic where the sickie is EXTREMELY embarassed of being sick in a public space and is very uncomfortable so he just makes puppy eyes at the care giver and goes "can we just go home" and the caretaker leaves something extremely important to them to take care of the sickie.

Preferably sickie jimin with caretaker Joon where he's in his own party or something like that

— Arts and It's Flaws —

let's make this an alternate universe, college au, where Namjoon is an art student—that been wanting to be a host of his own exhibition, and Jimin is his boyfriend, that also his roomates, business major :]

***

Jimin sniffles, as he let out a tired sighs, pressing his back against the bedrest—with hands hovering over his stomach, crumpling his shirt there under his grips. Represents the horrible feeling his stomach going through right now despite he just threw up all his breakfast.

"Joonie .. i don't think i can go", he rasps, pouting as he watches the older hover in front of the mirror, fussing over his attire. He needs to look very, extremely, and very best condition. He doesnt want any crinckles on his shirt, any loose strands of hair (despite Jimin has been telling him that he looks good with messy hair)—he wants everything to be perfect. For the sakes of his gallery opening. His !! First !! Gallery !!

But of course, God won't let him have his way.

His shoulder visibly deflates from his reflection at the mirror. He look at his boyfriend that seems tired, and a little bit pale if the room wasn't too dim. He seems sick and lethargic, and his heart clenched. Jimin doesnt fit that. Jimin doesnt fit to be sick. He's too strong, cheerful, and bubbly to be weak and tired like that.

"It's okay", he sighs, before whirl his heels to sit on the edge of bed, taking Jimin's hand that's cold against his warm ones, "You're sick .. but are you okay being alone? What if something happens?"

Jimin chuckles, but it doesnt light up his features like it usually did—Namjoon hates that. "I will be fine, hyungie .. i am more sad that i cant be there for you, for your first big milestones. You have been excited for weeks, me too, but—", he huffs, "What time is the opening begin?"

Namjoon looks at his watch, "7, in 3 hours"

"And you already this dressed up", Jimin laughs, "We still have 2 hours top, if i don't feel too dizzy, i will come", he smiles, rubbing his thumb over Namjoon's knuckles.

"What? No, Jimin ..", Namjoon gasps, frown immediately etched on his brows, "No. Definitely not, you will stay here, rest, as you should be"

Jimin pouts, "It's just a silly stomachache! I will be fine!"

"No, you're sick", Namjoon finals. "I will still have, hopefully, many galleries in the future. You can always come to that one. You don't have to force yourself", he assures then when he sees Jimin pouts again.

"But this is your first one, Joonie .. i'm excited for you, i want to be there, to witness your achievement", he mumbles.

"I know", Namjoon breathes out, "I also want to share this with you, but i dont want to risk anything. Just rest .. okay?"

"Yes, for an hour and i will go if i feel better", Jimin rushes to say, before curling himself under the thick blanket, not giving Namjoon room to argue.

"Jimin .."

***

"You sure you're okay?", Namjoon looks at him as he drives.

He's lost—lost to his small boyfriend pouts and eagerness and, the most deadly of them all, his puppy eyes. He let him come along, just like how they planned days before, after Jimin deemed himself healthy enough to roam around big hall and converse beside him through the event.

Jimin smiles, lifting his head from the window, "A little bit dizzy, but it's fine"

"You say you were fine", Namjoon frowns.

"Joonie .. i really feel better, maybe the medicine haven't kick in yet", Jimin assures, his tone always so soft, that it melts whatever worry and anxiety that Namjoon has now.

"Sure ..", Namjoon breathes out, "Just .. tell me if you starts feel sick again, okay? We can go home"

Jimin chuckles, "It's your event, you're the main stars! how can you ditched it?"

Namjoon snorts, stretching his hand to reach over Jimin. The younger immediately latched it with his, "Watch me"

***

"Joonie ..", Jimin tip toes a bit to reach his boyfriend ears, tugging his sleeve as well to get his attention from the guest he's talking with.

"Mhm?"

"I will go to the bathroom a bit", he whispers, not wanting to attract any unnecessary eyes on him—even though he doubts anyone will care.

Namjoon looks at him intently, before he sighs and nods, "Want me to accompany you?"

Jimin shakes his head quickly, "I will be fine", he says, squeezing his arms before run off the hallway.

He's halfway, already reach the part where there's less people, mostly staff or people that comes in and out from the bathroom—when he let his facade off.

He should've listen to his boyfriend, and let himself rest on the comfort of his bed, and not forgetting the fact that he's prone to motion sickness—and his already fragile stomach could make everything worst for him. That's exactly what he's feeling now. He had been feeling queasy, since the drive starts for 10 minutes, but its become bearable since he got to keep moving, and walking. It feels like world still moving under his feet—and in his stomach.

He wants to throw up.

Jimin brings his hand, cupping his mouth as his shoulde hitch with quiet gag that erupts from his stomach. He craddles his stomach, picking up his pace to get to the bathroom as fast as possible, considering how the water he took earlier already wanting an out.

He rushes to the one of open stall, fumbling with the knob as he gags once again, tears welled in his eyes as he feels nausea overwhelming his senses.

"Uurrkk—", he belches, shutting his eyes when the noise is too gross and too loud to his liking. Embarassment starts creeping up on him. But he didnt get a chance to ponder on it when his stomach caved in, pushing a stream of clear water sprays from his lips and filling the bowl.

Jimin gasps, coughing at the burning taste on his throat, before he presses his middle hard, urging more vomit to out. This time thicker—he could see the remnant of rice he ate and didn't get to throw up earlier, is out right now.

He spits, panting and drink 2 sharp intakes of breathe, as he tighten his grip on the toilet lid to steady himself ; calculating if his stomach already have enough or there's—

"Uurrrk—", more.

His face contorts when a new wave hits him, hauling him to bend closer to the bowl and gurgles a quite big stream of yellow liquid. "Ah ..", he moans after the fit ends—letting himself slump against the stall wall as he flushes the toilet, feeling empty and exhausted. His shirt already damp with cold sweats.

Jimin sniffles, rubbing his teary eyes furiously as he tries to regain his energy back. He let himself catch a breath for 5 seconds before standing up, rinse his mouth and fix himself quickly, then walking back to his boyfriend.

***

"Hey", he greets quietly, sliding his arms around the older.

Namjoon smiles at him, before he frowns, again, "Are you okay?"

"Mhm? Why?", Jimin chuckles, "Do i look not okay?"

Namjoon looks at him for a moment, before he smiles, shaking his head, "No .. but like i said, tell me if you don't feel well", he murmurs, pressing a kiss on Jimin's forehead, before guiding him to walk and watch more of arts there.

Jimin follows him, attentively listens to his boyfriend explaining every pieces that they walk pass through. Sometimes he even asked questions, just to feed his boyfriend enthusiatic energy even though he knows absolutely nothing about this stuff.

It was 3 paintings and 2 photographs later—they were in the 4th—when Jimin starts to feel dizzy again. The one that makes the room spins in quick motions, for a quick seconds. He unconciously gasps, tighten his grip on Namjoon sleeves as he sways.

"Jimin!", Namjoon alerted calls, quickly wrapping the smaller male in his arms. "What happen? Are you okay?"

Jimin ducked his head, shutting his eyes as he wants the spinning to stop. "Dizzy ..", he whimpers quietly. Not even sure if Namjoon could hear it. He barely could register that Namjoon guides him to the nearest chair, and kneels in front of him as he sits.

"Jimin-ah .. love?"

Jimin lifts his head slowly when he feels not on the verge of falling. "I'm sorry", he mumbles.

"Are you okay? Do you want to go home?", Namjoon asks, taking Jimin's shaky hands on his big ones, wrapping it completely. Worry evident in his eyes.

"I feel dizzy .. and—", Jimin huffs, pressing his fist against his mouth, "Nauseous again .. i'm sorry"

"Why are you sorry?", Namjoon murmurs, "Let's go home then"

"No ..", Jimin whimpers, "What about this? It's only been an hour. I will be fine", he adds, "I will just sit here and—"

"Baby .. you almost passing out earlier", Namjoon cuts him off. "And it's okay, there's still a lot of people that can handle this, i will just talk to my lecturer there and we can go"

Jimin bites his lips. He was about to argue more, when suddenly someone approaches Namjoon, baiting him into a conversation.

He relaxed at that. Maybe after Namjoon done talking he gonna feel a little bit better and they can stay longer. He didn't want to ruin his boyfriend special night—he will stay as long as he can.

Jimin fiddles on his seat, counting his breath and even bouncing his legs up and down as he feels his stomach turn—the direct effect of his dizzy spell earlier. His eyes scan the gallery. There's still a lot of people hover around, admiring the arts there, and there's ... trash can near those pillars.

Jimin runs there, bending over it as he gurgles out water. He coughs, before belches more of vomit down to the trashcan. He could hear a buzzing, maybe a low gasps and murmur from people that close enough with him—the sight might be very unpleasant to watch. But he didn't have anymore choice. This is better than making a mess on the floor .. right?

He stares blankly, catching his breath after tossing 2 round of vomit, before he squeeze his eyes shut when his stomach contracts painfully—causing him to retch trickles of water and bile, like it wants to squirts his inside dry. He pants, before sways forward, almost diving his head to the trashcan—as his stomach wants him to retch again, even though he's bringing up the same.

He's empty, for sure, but why his stomach doesn't seem to know that?

"Jimin!", he heard footsteps aproaching him, then hovers on his side, blocking him from few people that walking by and even looking at him curiously.

"Joonie ..", Jimin croakes out, blindly reaching his free hand, that's not currently craddling his middle, to Namjoon's for a grip.

"I'm here ..", Namjoon murmurs, tucking his hair back, then massages his nape as he peeks at the trashcan, "Did you throw up? I'm sorry i was busy talki—"

His words got cut off as Jimin belches emptily. "Ah ..", Jimin moans, finally deemed it safe enough for him to straighten his body.

"Done?"

Jimin nods, cheeks flushed—either it's from embarassment or from vomiting. He doesn't know. "I'm so sorry", he rasps, sniffling pathetically, as all he wants know is burying himself somewhere.

Throwing up in the gallery? Jimin is sure he won't forget this one.

Namjoon ruffles his hair, wiping tell-tale of tears on Jimin's cheeks, "It's okay, you're sick", he mumbles.

"Let's go home ..", Jimin whines, "People were staring earlier, oh my god that was so gross", he rambles, "Joonie ..."

Namjoon chuckles, pulling the younger close to him, hugging him tight as he guides them to walk outside, "How many times do i have to tell you that it's okay? They are all strangers, they don't know you", he assures, "Do you want to go to the doctor?"

Jimin shakes his head, "No .. i'm just exhausted, and dizzy", he mumbles, "I just want to holled up in our blanket and never steps on this gallery again", he pouts, sitting on the passenger seat after Namjoon opened the door for him.

"Joonie .. dont ever held your exhibition here again .."

#bts emeto #bts sickfic #tw emeto #tw vomit #sick!jimin #caretaker!namjoon

[sxstheticx]

RED WINE|K.NJ|

|Pairing|•Yandere Kim namjoon×mafia f.reader.

|Genre|•Mystery-Thriller, obsessive/yandere step brother, dark au.

|Summary|• He changed Her into a better person but one day suddenly he changed himself too...

|Warning|• Mentions of Little space, MD/LB, a lot of toxic people, cheating, manipulation, murders, yandere behaviour.

|Disclaimer|•This is a fiction means the storyline,character's behaviour, everything is fictional. I have used idols names here for a good and clear imagination so there real-life don't have anything related to this. The storyline and banner is mine so kindly don't copy or repost.Read at your own choice.

"So did you find anyone"

Y/n said as she took another sip of her red wine enjoying the beautiful view of the city full of lights by the huge balcony infront of her.

"Yes mam we did, he isn't like the last ones but I hope you will like him"

"Where is he ?"

She asked again taking another sip with a cold face.

"There"

Her secretary, Ellen, said as she looked down the room by the glass Wall.

She chuckled and said...

"Such a innocent, can't even take a sip of whiskey and is making disgusted face just by the smell of beer"

"Yes mam he is really innocent just like you wanted for you"

"Info"

"Kim namjoon, a intelligent college students or in another language, a typical intelligent nerd, is way too innocent, it's his last year of college and currently is a tutor by profession, had a crush in his first year but soon she was murdered by a serial killer leaving a depressed and broken namjoon behind and he never dated a girl till yet not even held hands with one"

"And what about family"

"He's a orphan, his parents died when he was 13 and he was raised by his father's sister but last year she also died in a plane crash"

"More sad then expected but that's not my problem...bring him tommorow for the contract"

Y/n said as she took the last sip and left from there like a queen she is.

----

"Umm hyung can I please know where am I"

Namjoon asked as the man who was holding him felt pity on him.

"He is way too pure, we kidnapped him and even threatened him with guns but this boy didn't even cursed...I really feel bad for him"

"Yes, you're right I really hope he don't end up like othe-"

Two if the men present in that room were talking to eachother but stopped when they noticed y/n entering the room and quickly bowed to her.

"Jack and minseok it was good working with you hope you have a great life ahead"

Y/n said as soon as she entered the room and shooted them both with her favourite gun as namjoon screamed out of his lungs whereas others didn't even flinched and cleared the mess as soon as possible.

Namjoon was already scared and this act was enough for him to be scared for eternity.

Y/n's cold face turned into a warm and comforting one as soon as she saw namjoon's face.

She went closer to him making namjoon panic but then she just hugged him with so much care and concern which made namjoon comfortable and he hugged her back more tighter.

A normal 27 year old would never do that but he did, why, because he's in his little space.

Yes, because of all the traumas namjoon faced in his life, he became a little one as an outcome.

He had a pretty well control on this but in the last two months y/n's people were drugging him and because of that he lost all the control on his concious mind and is now a complete little one, he still sometimes comes back to his normal self but from now on y/n isn't gonna allow him to do so.

----

It's been a month since y/n and namjoon are living together and honestly in this one month namjoon became much more than a sugar baby to y/n and She can't even imagine to live without her joonie.

"Mommy mommy look uncle elli iz too fast, he alwayz catches joonie and then joonie luses all hish chocolatesh"

Namjoon came running inside the room followed by Ellen with a box of chocolates.

"Omo my baby don't worry mommy will buy you soo many chocolates and will also scold uncle, is that okay now"

Y/n said putting her glass of wine aside.

"Yesh"

Namjoon said with a pout and sat on y/n's lap giving her a peck on her cheak.

"Aigoo my joonie wants cuddles from mommy"

Y/n asked softly caressing his hair as namjoon nodded snuggling into her chest putting his plushie, koya, beside them on the night stand.

"Ellen you can go home now"

"But mam how can I leave you and namjoon sir alone, this cabin is in a dark jungle with no population around, it can be dangerous"

"Ellen I know you're concerned, I will be okay like I always have been"

"But mam no one is here expect you me and namjoon sir-"

"Ellen"

"Sigh...okay mam as you wish but please be safe, it's isn't just one day or one weak it's a matter of a month"

"Yes Ellen I will be don't worry"

Y/n said as Ellen bowed to her and left from there with a worried face.

Y/n is here at her favourite cabin with namjoon to spend a month with him, only with him.

She is a billionaire businesswoman of mafia world and like others she also gets only a little amount of time for herself and now she finally has a month for herself to relax and enjoy and she wants to do it with namjoon her one and only love.

Yes, y/n is a sugar mommy because she wasn't interested in love and relationships until she met namjoon and now he is the only one in her life who has the right to love her.

They have never been intimate with eachother because first namjoon is a little and second y/n doesn't need physical relationships to prove her love, she is happy with the innocent namjoon she has.

"Mommy can you plixz bring chocolate milk for joonie, joonie is thirty"

"Okay baby just wait here for mommy"

Y/n said as she left from there.

Y/n was in her kitchen pouring some more red wine in her glass after making a jar of chocolate milk for namjoon.

She was done and was about to pick the tray of drinks up that's when the lights got off and the whole house became dark in just a second.

"Oh god these powercuts I really have to do something with them but for now I should go to joon he for sure is shivering under the blanket because of fear"

She went to her room but didn't found namjoon anywhere.

"Joon...joon...joonie"

Y/n called him but got no response that's when she felt a sudden pain in her head...somehow hit her head with something really hard.

Y/n tried to look who is it but before that she already passed out.

"Agh my head"

Y/n said waking up and soon she realised she was tied up to the bed.

"What the- who the hell tied me and who is that fucking bitch who hit me on my head"

Y/n screamed struggling to get out of those handcuffs that's when she noticed namjoon who was sitting on a chair infront of her... smirking.

He wasn't wearing a koala hoodie anymore and was sitting there wearing a proper professional suit looking absolutely handsome and hot but scary also.

"Joonie... Joon come here help mum with these handcuffs and first of all look that door so that you can be save from the-"

Namjoon started laughing hard as y/n stopped speaking with a confused face.

"Oh god y/n you're a mafia but still didn't got what's happening here and telling me to be safe from myself...what a stupidity"

Y/n was confused for some more seconds but then she realised everything.

"WHO ARE YOU ?"

Y/n shouted pissed off by the betrayal.

"Oh you're a smart lady anyways-"

"JUST ANSWER MY FUCKING QUESTION"

"Oh my stop shouting young lady it's bad-"

"JUST ANSWER YOU SON OF A BITC-"

Y/n wasn't able to complete her sentence as namjoon started choking her.

"i..am..being..kind..that..doesn't..mean..that..you..will..say..whatever..shit..you..want..to..say"

He was still choking her but she didn't showed any fear in her eyes, there was only one thing visible there...anger.

Namjoon chuckled and left her neck but she didn't even coughed.

"Such a fearless hoe but don't worry I will change it soon now let me tell you who am I"

Namjoon said sitting beside her as he caressed her cheaks with a smirk.

"Mrs. Kim mi-young, my mother was such a great lady am I right ?"

Namjoon said staring straight in her eyes as y/n's eyes widened by the sudden shock.

"O-oppa"

"Yes my little sis, oppa is back"

This line was enough to flash memories in her mind line by line, scene by scene.

Flashback...

Y/n's parents, both were mafias and working, result she was always alone.

But a caretaker, Kim mi-young was always with her, the only one who cared for her always unconditionally.

She had a son, a 13 year old son, he always used to come with her to play with 9 year old y/n.

But one day both of them got lost, with the death of her father.

She knows that her father died because of his enemy's son but she doesn't know where her favourite oppa and caretaker aunt got lost.

When y/n grew up, she started to use boys for her satisfaction so that she can find her dad's enemy's son and torture him.

Flashback end...

"Oppa, where were you ?"

She questioned.

"You still don't know ?"

Namjoon asked as a reply.

"What should I know ?"

She asked, he just scoffed.

"That your dear father or my dear father was the one who used my mother and then killed her"

He said calmly.

Y/n was still processing, but soon realised the meaning of his words.

"What ?"

"Yes, that night when we got home father was there with your mother, at first my mom was happy that he maybe confessed to your mother that he was cheating on your mother with my mother and my mother was his first love, and was going to hug him but instead of hugging my mother......he stabbed her mercilessly with your mother.

He used her and then killed Her, he was about to kill me too but my mother saved me with her neck sliced open because of the knife that was meant for me.

That day I ran away, and soon I killed him too, I killed the one who destroyed my mother, I was about to kill your mother too but she ran away with you"

He explained with a face of mixed emotions.

"My mother left her everything for a monster and in return, he killed her...so I killed him too"

He said with a satisfied face.

Y/n was scared, devastated, sad, angry, guilty, every negative emotion was there in her eyes.

"Baby you are the only one I have now, you won't leave me now, right ?"

Y/n's emotional side was controlling her, she wasn't in her sences, the only sence working in her head was namjoon's little step sis.

She just nodded to her joon oppa as namjoon smirked and hugged her.

"Mission accomplished"

He whispered snuggling in her neck as he kissed her cheek like a baby.

After that namjoon and y/n just mixed up in the air for the world.

No one was able to find them or the wooden cabin in that forest.

For everyone, either the sky swolled them or the earth ate them, the were never found again.

And about y/n's mother, she was found dead in her mansion the same day Ellen left y/n alone in her wooden cabin.

Her death was mysterious and unsolvable.

Things got back to there way, everyone got what they deserved, isn't it ?

#bts fanfiction #kim namjoon #namjoon x reader #namjoon fanfiction #dark au #yandere oneshot #bts one shot

[btsydtrash]

ok now what is EE jin like in bed? 😏

nothing short of an animal.

I’ll give yall an example. i feel generous n kinda bad ab making ee readers wait so long for smut, so here’s a smut drabble. maybe 400 words? i didn’t count lol.

tw: blood drinking, dom/sub content, taboo sex content (twins x jin), degradation, threesome

Years before the thought of YN was even in his mind, a little while before he stopped drinking from the vein:

Jin’s POV

Boring. Boring. Boring.

Disgustingly sloppy sounds barely catch his attention from beneath him as the twins he had spotted at the bar take turns licking and suckling at the length of his dick. He’s hard, of course, because who wouldn’t be - two sets of identical eyes staring up at him from wet lashes and twin noses nuzzling into the hair at the base of his length would have any man 0-100 in seconds. But it just wasn’t satisfying. It wasn’t enough.

“What’s the matter, Joon?”

He winces a little at the fake name. Sorry, Joonie. He sends up an apology to his friend in his head before he lets the boredom wash from his features and he crooks a finger under the left’s chin. They’re identical, and he doesn’t remember their names, but he does know one thing: they both smell delicious. They’re his type too - A negative.

“Stand up,” he commands. She takes too long, almost waiting for him to react, and he can smell the anticipation in the air - predictable. “You didn’t hear me?”

The twins look at each other, both in bated breath, and he lets out a small but obviously disappointed sigh at their behavior

“I feel like I said something,” he says, more to himself than anyone else. He grabs the nearest by her hair, twisting the long tendrils around his hand once and hoisting her up with unnatural strength so she is on her tiptoes, reaching for his hand and eyes wide - but not in fear. They spoke about this at length at the club, his likes, their desires. No, she was turned on. “Do I look like the type to say things more than once because I like to hear the sound of my own voice, you fucking cum-dump?”

She winces but presses her thighs together.

“You,” he says, gesturing to the one still on her knees. “Crawl to the bed and lay on your back, spread your legs and watch me fuck your sister until she cries. Maybe then you’ll both learn how to respond when I ask.”

She moves to do as he says but he grips the twin’s hair tighter. Her yelp of surprise forces her sister to stop. “What do you say?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispers before moving to the bed slowly on her hands and knees, shaking like a leaf the entire time. 

Jin takes the other girl and tosses her over the couch, tearing her soaked underwear completely from her body and pushing her bra up, exposing pale nipples to the air. They had long shed their clothes, leaving him as the only one fully dressed.

The twins had wanted to play with each other, with him at the same time, something they had shyly admitted to wanting to try in a drunken stupor back at the bar, and it had intrigued him. Sue him, he watched enough porn to know that he always wanted to know what it was like. As he let them fondle him, he found himself almost instantly bored by the entire debacle - his imagination was more sensual than the messy sight of the two girls clumsily touching his body in ways that they clearly weren’t confident in.

Still, it was new and he was a good student before anything else. So, he watches, intently. It makes them nervous, the way his eyes scan their every movement, the sharpness to his voice when they do something he doesn’t like,  the way they scramble to follow his commands like the good girls they want him to think they are.

Jin places one foot on the hotel sofa and the other firmly on the floor, lining himself up with her soaked core and he takes a moment to tease his dick along the seam of her body. She twitches in response, gasping and pushing back against him, but he moves his grip from her hair to the back of her neck forcing her to seize up.

“I know you understand the position you’re in right now, don’t you, slut?”

She nods. “Yes, Sir.”

“And you know I’ll give you this when I think you deserve it, right?”

She nods again, biting her lip. “Yes, Sir.”

“So, why the fuck are you pushing your pathetic pussy against me like some cheap whore, as if I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with something that belongs to me?”

She winces deeper. “’m sorry, Sir.”

“Not good enough,” he replies, moving his hand to her throat and pulling her chin up so she is looking into his eyes.

He spits directly into her face, making her gasp aloud, before he sheathes himself inside of her in one fell swoop. She can’t move, his grip on her throat too tight, but she does try to wriggle away from the surprise intrustion. He grabs her jaw tighter and starts pumping into her, mercilessly.

“You don’t move a fucking inch until I’m done with you, you understand me?”

At this point, she isn’t a person to him. She’s a thing - a fucktoy for him to use and use and use until he’s bored of the feeling of her sloppy, come-slick pussy barely able to grip his length and then... He’ll have her sister.

They’re human so he doesn’t have to worry about getting them pregnant. A flash of a familiar face bursts in his memory, but he shakes it off, anger replacing his boredom for a moment, and she cries out when he strikes her with his palm against her already-red and sensitive ass. 

His fangs have long dropped in annoyance and arousal and her eyes widen at the sight of him. There were small groups of humans like them - groupies; walking blood-bags for vampires to fuck and feed on, humans that got off on the subservience they felt when being drained, the threat of death dancing so tantilisingly in front of their eyes. Jin didn’t understand the mindset - he wouldn’t have ever found himself at a blood-bar had he not been born a vampire - but to each their own, he supposes.

Some time later, once he had painted her insides for the fourth time, biting the crook of her neck, her forearm, her ankle, her inner thigh and left her soaked and leaking, curled in a ball on the floor of the hotel, a euphoric smile on her face - only then does he move on to her sister, who had been watching wide-eyed and enthralled the entire time, too intimidated to move, too aroused to take her eyes off him for a moment.

Maybe he was just like his greedy brother - insatiable.

- end - 

#bts smut #ee asks #this was a lot #LMAO #send more if you want #i feel like EE followers deserve this smut #euphoric endeavours #ee jin

[yimejk]

What do you say?

Yandere Café Owner Namjoon/Collage Student Reader

Series: Chapter 3 (last one)

Warnings: toxic behaviour, possessiveness, jealousy, manipulation, age gap

Summary: Collage Student Y/N can't help but to fall for her older friend Namjoon. Would she still said yes to his proposal if she knew what lays behind those intelligent eyes?

Y/N POV:

I was waiting at the gates of our school for Namjoon to pock me on our date. I was little nervous because I didn't know where we two will go. But to be honest I was happy that we two are going finally on date. For the last year I had crush on him. Who doesn't right. He is smart, tall, hardworking and good hearted. I just couldn't help myself but to fall for him. I was pulled from my thoughts when I saw black car coming my way. I saw Namjoon get off of the car so I walked to him and greeted him. "Hi Joonie, how was your day at work?" "Hello sweetheart, it was hard but now it's all good. What about your school? Everything alright?" "Don't worry school was good and I got B on my biology exam just thanks to you" I beamed at him. He chuckled while he stroked my cheek. "I knew you would done it. See you are capable of a lot of things and I am glad I was the one who you turned for help." I was a little dumbfounded at his last sentence but I just masked it with smile and went to sit in the car but of curse not before Namjoon opened for me door. Gentleman as always.

After driving us from the school we were heading to his home. It was a bit odd to have our first date at his house but who was I to complain. From peripheral vision I saw figeting Namjoon in his seat. Who would say that prideful mas as Namjoon can be a nervous vreck. To help him soothe his nerves I turned on radio. For the rest of the drive we listened to radio in complet comfortable silince. He parked his car Infront before small but still outstanding building. It was honestly beautiful sight to see. He let me inside his home where was cozy looking living room. "Welcome in my home. It's nothing luxurious but it's my home". "I wouldn't say that. It looks cozy and pretty, I really like it. So what are we going to do here?" I asked to which I get teasing smile in return. "What do you think?" He playfully asked from which we bursted in laughter. "Ok, joking aside. I was thinking we could cook together, then watch some comedy and you could stay the night here because I don't think it would be safe to go late home. You don't know how and you could get hurt. Besides I already phoned your friend and she was ok with that. " He didn't but what you don't know won't hurt you. "Well then if it's ok then I will fladly stay the night. It's just one night. Then we schould start our dinner." "Yes kitchen is right there." When you turned to walk to the kitchen you missed the crazy look in his eyes. How easy it was to manipulate you right where he wanted you. He laughed to himself. You are so naive. You need him to take care of yourself. So with that in mind he walked behind you to the kitchen.

After amazing dinner and marathon of comedy movies you were already half asleep when Namjoon kissed your cheek and I asked you one thing which made your heart beat faster and your eyes flutter. And you little naive lamb said yes to him. To your captor of your heart. With just nod and wishpered 'yes' you sealed your fate. And there is not going back.

The end .

So this is the last part of What do you say. It's not very great but still I am glad for finishing my very first series.

[thesongminjoon]

Name: Song Minjoon Nickname(s): Joonie, Joon Age: 25 Birthday: November 5th 1996. Occupation: YouTube Chef Sexuality: Demisexual Panromantic Zodiac Sign: Scorpio sun, Virgo moon, Capricorn rising Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff Enneagram Type: 9 – The Peacemaker Character Alignment: Lawful Good Myers-Briggs Type: ISFJ-T – Turbulent Defender Chinese Zodiac Sign: Rat POSITIVE TRAITS: Loyal, Hardworking, Kind NEGATIVE TRAITS: Childish, Anxious, Gullible Bio - Trigger Warnings: Anxiety, Infidelity, Reference to homophobia:

Minjoon moved to America a little over 13 years ago with his family, a little after the family’s ‘scandal’ came to public attention. The Song-Lee family weren’t strangers to rumours before then, the most popular being that Lee Jisun’s partner, whom she has already had one child with, had been having an affair with Song Sarang and when both women discovered the truth, after they had both fallen pregnant to him, they left him and moved from Seoul to Hanam-si together to support each other after what he’d put them through. Many people who worked closely with Sarang and Jisun easily swept the obvious under the mat as long as it wasn’t public information that they had to outright deny. Friends and colleagues of both women were happy to pretend to believe the obvious lie about their living situation when the truth of the matter was that they had been in a secret but loving relationship since their teens.

Minjoon was the middle child of three boys although he and his younger brother Minho were affectionately dubbed ‘The Twins’ by their mothers, their births only being weeks apart. The Twins and their older brother, Dohan, were spoken to in regards to doing their best to keep the secret exactly that. Of course they had also been told that it couldn’t be helped if it came out, they were only children after all. Minjoon, however, was petrified of saying the wrong thing and made the decision to keep his mouth shut whenever he wasn’t at home. Minho then took his taciturn brother under his wing – made sure he was included by his friends when Joonie refused to make his own. They assumed he was a friend of the Lee’s, always with one of them and simply just shy. This was until his anxiety became worse as he became older, to the point where he’d start screaming whenever anyone touched him as his automatic response. He became more and more withdrawn, more and more terrified of other people – students and teachers were all an equal threat to his otherwise happy life.

Dinner time at the Song-Lee residence was the first time that Joonie’s family was together during the day; it was the first time during the day that anyone saw him relax and even smile because he wasn’t capable of doing or saying the wrong thing – his family was whole and nothing could take that from him. Joonie felt at peace, he felt comforted and when he wanted to prolong that feeling, he found the best way to do so was take part in making the meal, following clear instructions he couldn’t get wrong and even then, burnt food wasn’t going to drive his family apart. Even after Minjoon developed a love for food and cooking, his moms were growing ever more concerned about how detached he’d made himself from his peers; locking himself in his room whenever his family members had anyone over and refusing to go out with Minho and his friends, opting to stay locked away from them all and read recipe books instead.

The first decision about helping him came in the form of therapy and even after he’d been made aware that the doctor knew his moms were partners, he still refused to talk about them. After hearing that no progress could be made, Jisun and Sarang made the decision to move away somewhere they would be more accepted, somewhere Joonie wouldn’t panic about mentioning his family to anyone and somewhere they could finally get him the help he needed. It took years and several therapists after they arrived in Maine but Minjoon was able to grow into his own happy, albeit still slightly nervous person. It wasn’t surprising when he pursued his passion for food all the way to NYU, still finding comfort in the first thing he loved.

Alongside his food and his business studies, Minjoon minored in art with the intent of using his artistic skills for his dishes. Though when the time came to make a career out of what he’d learned, he was worried the pressures of an actual kitchen might dampen the love he had for food and cooking. Instead, Minjoon makes videos at home for his somewhat popular YouTube channel, Minjoon’s Kitchen, where he cooks, eats and talks about his favourite foods - something that has been building his confidence and providing a steady pay check for the café he one day wants to be able to have.

#bio;; #food for thought ~ about;;

[bts-hyperfixation]

Life update: I left my extremely toxic, poorly paying job and started applying for masters but it’s such a hard process to go through mentally. I’m just constantly questioning my decisions. I’m also awaiting results for the last exam in my professional course, it’s so stressful because I don’t have the energy or motivation to study for that exam again. I’m just praying that my hard work pays off and I’m able to proceed further in my career. I’m so stressed about admissions as well because I really want to go to a particular university but the job opportunities in that country is not great for international students. I’m trying to save money as well for an upcoming trip. My mind is SUCH a mess I just wish I could tell it to shut up on command. Anyway, I really really enjoy your writing. I’m also a joonie bias🤭

I just really wanted to vent my thoughts because it’s so much and everyone just wants to give solution -.-

Also, I’m the anon who sent in the request (?) message (?) ask (?) about the dream where I’m making out with Scoups from seventeen. I accidentally clicked on “Ask anonymously” before submitting 😂😂

Wish you good luck in whatever you wish to pursue!! Thank you for writing 🫶🫶

Good for you leaving a shitty job! I am the queen of leaving shitty jobs, I'm so proud of you!

Going through a masters is so tough but equally as rewarding. What are you looking at studying? and which country. I emigrated when I finished uni and it was so stressful but equally as worth it. Once all the paperwork is done it might be the ideal switch your brain needs to hit.

It's so hard to not be a Joonie bias, although Jk keeps sneaking up on me with a baseball bat.

Lucky you for the scoups dream, i really do feel your pain on that one when it comes to waking up.

#bts #namjoon #ask #seventeen