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It's Over 2

(Part 1)

Warning: Mention of sexual acts, and harsh use of language. 🤷🏽‍♀️ Read at your risk! Also this is a break up story! Angst! Heartbreak!

Miles had calm down as he walks back and forth while his friends were having lunch with him in Miguel's office. The older Spiderman eats an empanada with one hand, and the other he would type on his holo-graphic key broads. That man never takes a break longer than five minutes, he always have to work.

"Miles, it's okay." Gwen chews his food, "Come here and sit with us. Hobie is dumb, he doesn't know what he wants."

"Yeah!" Pav chews his food while talking, "He's probably upset about the break up."

"They're right, Morales. He said those things out of spite." Miguel's voice ring Miles' ears, feeling those red eyes on him.

Miles stopped his pacing, "I... It's just- God, I thought I was over with him, but what he said really hurt me." He wraps his arms around himself trying to feel secure, he didn't want to ry again. It's humiliating enough that everyone in Spider Society got to witness their stupid fight. He turns to look up Miguel on the platform, "What he said about you wasn't right? You didn't deserve that. I'm sorry."

The twenty one year old didn't expect his ex-boyfriend to be like this. What a way to ruin his day! When things went so well, Hobie had to start by bringing up Miguel and him. Ugh, it's getting to frustrating, he wished he slapped his ex's across the face and tell him to shut up.

Gwen went over to hug her friend, "Miles, it'll be okay. Maybe Pav's right. He's probably saying that because he's mad about the break up." She slowly brought Miles over to sit where her and Pav were, "Come on, eat. Don't starve yourself."

"She's right, Morales. What's done is done. Right now, you have to focus on yourself." Miguel said with his eyes on the Spider-man, he could tell he's hurting.

"You guys are right. Hobie only said that because he's mad." Miles softly said, "But I will not forgive him for it." He'll be damn to be easy on his ex next time they see each other. Hell, he would probably ignore that fucking punker for being a dickhead.

"Honestly, Hobie is just being so dramatic. It's weird how he's saying you and Miguel are thing like everyone knows you two are just teacher and student." Pav said out loud.

Gwen noticed the way Miles' tensed up a bit by the slight mention of him and Miguel, she wasn't sure if it meant he didn't like the accusations or something more. Blue eyes noticed a slight warm tint on her best friend's cheek. What's this, now?

Pav on the other hand noticed the way Miguel avoided the conversation, the way his body awkwardly shifts to work on his massive control panels. His red eyes would glance over at Miles then on the screen.

Normally, when there's a nasty rumor or outrageous gossip, the old Spider-man quickly shuts it down. He will be the first one to bark, and threaten to never bring up the rumor again. So hearing these kinds of rumors, any Spider-hero would think Miguel would have strong opinions against it. What's going on, Mr. O'Hara?

Miles shove an empanada in his mouth before saying anything, "It is." He finally said. "He's just mad that I found out about him and Miles 42... that asshole." This brought back Gwen's and Pav's attention, forgetting about the way Miles and Miguel were acting before, both of their eyes widen like they were about to pop out of their skulls.

"MMhhmm!" Pav mumbles as he had food in his mouth giving a big nod.

"How did you find that out?" Gwen asked.

Miles sighs, "His Uncle Aaron, and I would noticed Hobie's stuff would be left around Miles 42's place. That jerk didn't keep it hidden, huh?"

Miles and Miles 42 had a rather odd relationship, they were sort of friends. Miles 42 never really like to say they were friends, because he's much cold guy, who prefers to vibe and chill. So the two would often hang out, and chill from time to time. Miles would see him as a acquaintance, because they don't have anything much in common.

When they do share something they like such as music or training together, they like to bond over it. Now, Miles 42 always kept it real for Miles, unless he asked him. That one always a quiet fellow, rarely talks like the chatterbox Miles 1610 does.

"I asked 42, too. He said yeah." Miles sighs, "I mean, I should get mad at him too, right?"

"You should. You guys are friends! Who does that?" Pav asked out loud being upset, "It's like I go kissed Gayatri's best friend and said whoops!"

"But me and 42 aren't friends, we just hang out from time to time." Miles tries to find an excuse not to be mad at his alternative self.

"Did he- did he sleep around with Hobie when you two were together?" Gwen saw the sad look on Miles' face.

He bites his bottom lip scared to answered, the tears started to cover his vision. "I didn't ask... I was too scared too. I know, Hobie had cheated on me, but not most of our relationship. I couldn't take it when I found out through one of his bandmates, so asking Miles 42 was a big no for me." He felt Gwen's hands rubbing his back trying to comfort him.

"Dude, it's okay if you don't want to see Hobie anymore. We can find a way to hang out, and do missions together." She hated that Hobie broke her best friend's heart.

Pav agreed, "Yeah, we done it before. I'm sure, Mr. O'Hara can find ways for all us to work separately."

"I already have," Miguel mutters loud enough for them to hear.

"Wow, that's so fast!" The Indian Spider-man shouted being surprised. Well, he is Miguel O'Hara, a workaholic perfectionist Spider-man.

"See."

"Yeah, you're right. I just need to heal and focus on myself." Then Miles winced at his sides causing Miguel to be alert by his sudden movement. The twenty one Black Latino hunch to the side with his hand on his side.

"Miles, are you okay?" Pav asked.

Miguel quickly stopped working to jump down from his platform, "Morales, what's wrong?" he asked sounding concerned.

Miles grunts a bit, "I'm fine! Eh, I think the malfunction from the suit is starting to affect me." He got up to stretch his sides.

"No, siéntate. No estreses tu cuerpo, Miles." Miguel said to the young man, he placed his hand on his narrow shoulders making him sit on his rolling chair. "Coño! No esperaba que el traje te hiciera daño."

Miles sighs trying to hold the pain, "Maybe it wasn't correctly design for me. You did took Araña's body instead of mine."

"That's right, maybe I need to have Lyla scan your body for the update." Miguel looks too upset with himself to allow Miles to take the suit. "I should've let Araña wore it."

"Hey, no fair! I won the bet! Now, we know there's something to be improved!" Miles chuckles, "Besides, I'm fine. It just aches."

"Where's my suit! I would be happy to take a prototype! I've been here longer!" Gwen asked out loud.

"Oh me too! I want one that will take in my natural waistline!" Pav chipped in.

Miguel could only sighs out loud by the two young Spider-heroes. Miles laughs with an amusement look on his face, being a bit chipper than a few minutes ago. The older Latino could only let out a small smile at him.

After Gwen and Pav finishing their lunch, they began cleaning up their mess. "Oh my god, I got a History report to go for my stupid class." Gwen fake weeps about her college classes.

"Same! But with Anthropology!" Pav said to her, he throw his stuff in the trash can, "I don't even know what to write and need to catch up my reading!"

"What about you, Miles? You got homework?" Gwen asked.

"Yeah, just some Statistic problems, twenty questions. I finished most of my work last night." Miles said to them, "Hey, I'ma stay here for a bit longer. Miguel needs to check the damages on this suit."

"Oh sure. Hope nothing is too bad." Pav said, "Send pictures on the damages! I can ask my Aunt Maya for remedies!"

"Yeah, man. Hope you get home safety and," Gwen hugs Miles one more time, "Hey, forget about Hobie. You deserve better."

"Thanks, Gwen." Miles nodded. He saw his two friends leaving back to their home world by opening a portal in Miguel's office.

Just like that, it was just Miles and Miguel in the room. "Lyla, put a the anti-portal barrier in my office." He pushes a button to have the front door locked on his watch. This helps keep any unwanted guest to disrupt the two.

Miles chuckles turning to Miguel, "Really, Miguel?"

"You want people to look to you naked?" Miguel asked being amused.

"No, it's just funny." Miles saw the way Miguel came up to him being so large, looming over him. He can never get over how tall the leader of Spider Society is, and how small he feels.

Miguel's serious expression finally softens with a slight frown on his face, his large hand caress Miles' cheek, "Estás bien, mi cariño? I know, your hurting?"

"I'm fine, Miguelito." Miles finally said giving a soft smiles, "I got you." He finally hugs Miguel tightly, "I've been wanting to do this all day, heh."

"I know, mi amor." Miguel's muscular arms wrapped around the young Spider-man, "Do you think they noticed?"

"God, I hope not! I mean, we're not... really a thing, yet." Miles lifts his head up to meet soft red ruby eyes, something he comes to love.

After the break up, Miguel was one of the first person to check on him. Weird, huh? Well, the older man hated how things were played out on Miles' break up with Hobie, and decided to offer some sort of help. He saw the way Miles became so depress, so broken, it bothered him. Not just bothered, it got him far too upset at the punker. Miles is a good person, and treating someone like that made Miguel's blood boiled.

It brought back awful memories of what he did with his own brother, and he didn't think anything bad at his youth. Now seeing Miles' so heart broken, he could understand what his brother went through. So, he wanted to be there for the young man.

Miles was glad that Miguel been kind to him through the whole thing. They didn't expect to like each other, it wasn't in their bingo card for the year. They wanted to be friends, student and mentor with no love interest. The more they spend time together, the more they started having certain common things about being Spider-man, or Latino foods they grew up with, pretty much a lot of stuff.

Until, the two kissed one time being alone talking about something involving Pan Dulces, and they happened to lock eyes and kissed. To their surprised they pulled away, Miguel apologize first.

Then Miles deny it and blame it on him for being too greedy, and didn't want Miguel to be a rebound. After all, he's still dealing with his break up with Hobie. The two agreed to wait it out until Miles is ready to date, again. Miguel is a patient man.

Still the two like to call each other endearment nicknames, show certain signs of love like holding hands or hugs. Small kisses on the cheek or pecks on the lips. Maybe a little more if they are feeling daring that day.

Miguel took Miles hand to kiss his knuckles, his fangs gently graze the soft prototype fabric, "Not yet." He agreed.

"I'm still upset how he said those things to you." Miles sighs, "I never want you to be involved. It's not like we were a thing after our break up. We just started two months ago." He loves the way Miguel shows his love through touch, it gets his heart beating.

"No me importa. He lidiado con su mierda antes." Miguel places his hands on Miles' arms, "All I care about is you. You didn't deserve any of it."

"I'm glad you're here for me. It means a lot." He smiles at him.

"Me too. I get to see that beautiful smile you have." Miguel's thumb rub against Miles' lips before planting a small kiss. Just a small peck, innocent enough to keep their boundaries.

"You... You wanna see my bruises?" Miles finally asked being a bit shy.

"Sí, I need to know if you're okay. I hate that I allow you to get hurt with this prototype." He said, as he pushes a button to release the nanotech armor over the spandex fabric from Miles' body. The nanotech armor is to help protect a Spider-hero's body or stabilize any of their special abilities.

The suit stays on Miles showing it's much more breathable, flexible fabric, "The armor is light, but..." Miles began as he unzips the spandex-like fabric, Miguel's hand slowly slip into the opening just to feeling Miles' chest, then took off the top part.

Miles feeling flustered having his chest exposed for his new love to see, he focused on the bruises on his sides, "See. Right here, and here." His own hands tug a bit of his skin to show the purple dark marks around his sides, "When I absorb some energy, the suit somehow couldn't respond to it and shock me back."

Miguel's warm hand gently touch the dark bruises, feeling Miles' warm skin, the young Spider-man grown to had a bit more muscle on his body. "Does it hurt a lot, Miles?"

"No, just aches."

"We should take you to med-bay."

"No, I'm fine." Miles laughs it off, "It'll heal a couple of days." He winced when Miguel's hand pressed gently.

"I hate seeing you hurt. I'm taking you to med-bay."

"Okay, Miguelito." There's no arguing with him, Miles knows Miguel worries for him.

The large Spider-man sat on his rolling chair to have a closer look on Miles' bruises, "I need to make sure this suit needs to have the proper tech. Maybe I wasn't calculating the amount of energy, you can handle." He sighs being upset with himself, "Lo siento, mi vida." His face buries into Miles' lower stomach as his large arms wrapped around his waist.

"It's fine, bae. Don't be hard on yourself," The young man's hands rub his crush's head feeling the soft hair and gel through his fingers. "That's why it's a prototype."

Miguel gently rubs his bruises feeling his body winced, "I know." He softly said as he place a kiss on the bruised. Miles blushes feeling Miguel's warm lips planting kisses on his sides.

"Miguel..." Miles softly felt his voice shake.

"Did it make it better?" He pulled away to look up a flustered Miles, his red eyes fixated on his breathing.

"Yes. It feels good."

"Good," Miguel did it again, his lips touch such soft skin. His nose breathing in Miles' scent as he kept giving soft pecks, the only sound of his lips kissing was made in the room.

Miles could only let out a moan, "Miguel..."

"Fuck! Ahh! UGH! Shit-shit-shit!" Miles 42 moans out loud after Hobie gave a few powerful thrusts into him with no warning or thoughts of slowing down. The twenty-one year old had to place his hand behind him to prevent his lover from give another powerful pound. He already came twice, this second got his asshole gaping against Hobie's dick.

"Shit, man! Ahhh!" He moans again, feeling the tall punker on his back finally cumming in him. "Shhhiiitt, papi." A nickname Miles 42 like to use on Hobie, whenever they spend the time together.

Hobie merely groans into Miles 42's shoulder, breathing heavily into his beautiful brown skin. "Fuck, mate. You good?" Noticing Miles 42's legs shaking and his face buried in to the pillow.

"Shut the fuck up and get off me asshole!" He finally shouted being so embarrassed, "Fuck, you cum in my ass!"

"Pfft, what you wanted on your arse?" Hobie pulls out his cock hearing Miles 42 soft mewl, something almost similar to his Miles. He chuckles lowly at the way he glares at him.

"Fuck you!" Miles 42 throws a pillow at him, "I didn't expect you to cum my ass twice."

"Heh, I had a shitty day." Hobie quickly lay beside him taking a joint from the night stand along his lighter, he took a couple of hits before passing it to Miles 42. "Ahh, I needed that." His hungover was bothering him.

Miles 42 took the joint to smoke, his naked body out as he lay on the bed, "So, what happen?"

"Nothing." Hobie stares up the ceiling feeling his high.

"You just said you feel like shit."

"And? Since when you care?"

"I don't, but you coming in here crying to me all drunk it's fucking annoying." He wanted a clear answer than Hobie's drunk mumbles.

"Is it, darling?" Hobie asked with a grin on his face noticing that bashful look Miles 42 did. A bit different compare to his Miles. "Heh, alright. My ex is fucking with our leader."

"For real? Damn, didn't know he had it in him. Miles 1610 always seems to shy to do anything about anything. Maybe that's why he took forever to confront you." Receiving a glare from the punker, Miles rolled his eyes, "I'm just saying, fuck. Chill. You already fucked me."

"Yet, Miles told me, he knew about me and you."

"He asked me. I'm always honest, man." Miles 42 blow smoke into Hobie's face, "You know, I don't lie to him."

"Did he know about us before?" The punker asked already having a feeling Miles 1610 knows.

"Nah, but he knows. I can tell." Miles 42 handed the joint to the punker, "I'm surprised he didn't kick my ass. I would. I would've lay my shit out if I was him."

"Because he already gave up on me. Ughhh," Hobie's head bend down with his hands on it getting upset with himself, "I fucked up, didn't I?"

"Do you have to ask?" Miles 42 snorted, as he sat up to take the joint back from the punker, "Pfft, you either want him back or not! By the sound of it, ya'll over, over."

"Fuck, your a cruel wanker, you know that?"

"I know, papi." He took a hold on Hobie's face forcing him to open his mouth, then blew smoke into his mouth, "Now, you either fuck me and cum in my ass, again or fucking leave."

Hobie inhaled the smoke before tackling Miles 42 into a deep kiss as he got on top of him. Just one more time wouldn't hurt.

(Hehehe, I know some of ya'll gonna be mad-mad. It's okay if you do.🫣😂 We are all rooting for Punkflower, but damn Hobie is fucking up. I might need to put this in a separate section on Archive our Own instead of Punkflower. 🤔)

#angst #heartbreak #punkflower #?#miles morales #hobie brown #across the spider verse #spider verse

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xjoonchildx · 4 years

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guilty | knj x reader | chapter two: incheon mall tube tops

summary: as the man at the top, kim namjoon has almost everything he wants. almost. could a familiar face from the past change his future?

pairing: namjoon x reader

genre: mafia AU, pining, eventual smut

rating: 18+

word count: 4.5K

notes: i really hope you guys are enjoying namjoon’s story! i think there will only be one more chapter after this. and like a true unfocused writer i started daydreaming about a yoongi one-shot to go with it? gah, nevermind. i really hope you guys like this and i’d love to hear how you feel one way or another. a huge thanks to my amazing beta @hobi-gif who does a hell of a lot more than just find typos. and all of my love has to go out to @ladyartemesia @ppersonna @taetaewonderland because all three of you are so much more than tumblr friends.

this fic is a continuation of the Guarded Series but can be read as a standalone piece.

Chapter 01 | 02 | 03 | Epilogue

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It didn’t matter how hard you tried to hide your sadness, Namjoon saw it.

It didn’t matter how many hushed calls you tried to sneak, or how many smiles you tried to force -- Namjoon saw right through your act from the very beginning. He’d seen enough to know that you were facing some kind of personal battle. He understood enough about you to know that you were far too private to bring it up or ask for help.

He should have asked.

The question sat heavy on the tip of his tongue for weeks. He should have asked on the days he would spot you at your desk, fingers pressed to your temples in frustration. Or on the days when he would catch you staring out the window, mind a million miles away.

He didn’t.

Instead, he let himself be driven to distraction by the way your blouses fit perfectly against the lines of your body. The way your pencil skirts hugged the curve of your hips. How soft your hair looked pulled into the low, loose knot you favored.

He found himself stumbling over his words when you’d quietly slip into meetings to deliver an urgent message or he’d drift off in the middle of conversations just because he’d caught sight of you outside his office door.

So it wasn’t long before what started as a preoccupation turned into a full-blown fixation.

You’d turn up at his request, poised and professional as always -- and he’d be lost in thought, defiling you a thousand different ways in his head. Fantasizing about getting his hands on you, his mouth on you, his teeth on you.

You didn’t deserve that.

That’s why Namjoon kept his mouth shut -- stuck in a maddening cycle of wanting to help you, wanting to know you, just wanting you.

All of it made him feel guilty as hell.

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The new girl is a fucking disaster.

Namjoon has yet to figure out how she manages to be underfoot at the most inconvenient times and simultaneously nowhere to be found when she’s needed. She misplaces files and misses calls and forgets assigned tasks altogether. He’s lost track of the number of times he’s passed her desk to find her taking pictures of herself; lips pouted, angle skewed.

Two weeks ago, she was probably selling tube tops at Incheon Mall and now she’s playing gatekeeper to one of the most powerful men in Seoul. So it’s not her fault that she’s woefully unprepared for this job.

And it’s not her fault that she’s not you.

Namjoon has spent the better part of the morning debating the call he’s about to make, picking up the phone and setting it back down at least half a dozen times. But he’s at the end of his rope, running out of patience and options.

So he swallows his pride and picks up the phone just one more time.

You answer on the first ring.

“Mister Kim.”

God, he’s missed the sound of your voice.

“Good morning,” he starts carefully, clearing his throat. “I’m certain you have a lot on your plate but I was wondering if you could come sit with the new girl for a few minutes. She’s struggling a bit.”

The line is quiet for a moment and Namjoon can practically hear your thoughts on the other end of the line. The ones that say well that’s what you get for replacing your perfectly competent assistant with a child.

“I left notes,” is the quiet reply that comes instead.

“You did.”

“Detailed notes. Written, detailed notes.”

“Yes,” Namjoon agrees, rubbing his fingers across his mouth. “I’m certain they were quite detailed. It’s just that she’s having trouble following those notes because --”

“Because she can’t read?”

Namjoon cringes. Any small hope he had that you weren’t taking your reassignment personally dies with the abrupt delivery of that statement.

“Apparently not,” he admits lamely.

He hears the quiet sigh you take in before answering.

“I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

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There’s a moment -- just after Seokjin has walked through his office door -- when Namjoon catches a glimpse of you.

You are leaned over the new girl’s desk, lips pursed, pointing something out on the computer screen. Namjoon freezes when you look up and lock eyes with him just as the door swings shut.

Christ, is he ever going to be able to look at you without feeling like he’s had the wind knocked out of him?

He turns to find Seokjin staring at him, one brow raised.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” Namjoon exhales, shoving a hand through his hair as he walks back to his desk. “I’m fine. You said you wanted to talk about something?”

“I do,” Seokjin starts, helping himself to a seat. “Two things, actually. Both pertaining to the amazing new assistant you so generously gifted me.”

Namjoon’s nails dig into the palm of his hand.

“Go on.”

“Apparently she’s some kind of whiz with numbers,” Seokjin continues, unbothered by his strained response. “I gave her a few of the books to look over and she already found a couple of our guys in the Songpa district skimming off the top. I’ll bet there’s even more where that came from and she’ll find it. She’s got a good eye.”

Namjoon feels pride stir in his chest. Yet again, you exceed expectations.

“Send Yoongi and Hoseok to Songpa tonight,” he murmurs. “I’ll be curious to hear what kind of explanation our friends come up with for their lapses in accounting.”

Seokjin nods.

“Will do. So the other thing --” he pauses for a beat, like he’s trying to figure out how to carefully deliver what he has to say next. “I know you asked me to try and figure out what’s going on with her and I think I have. You’re right, she’s struggling with some personal issues.”

Namjoon leans forward in his chair, body rigid.

“Let me hear it.”

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YOU

The new girl is a fucking disaster.

You have yet to figure out why she can’t work the printers or can’t read a simple spreadsheet when you know for fact she knows how to beam her selfies all the way to the goddamned moon.

It’s infuriating.

Just like it’s infuriating to see her seated at what should be your desk, doing what should be your job, working for the man who should be your boss.

Figure shit out, you’d love to tell her. Sink or swim, that’s how the real world works.

The idea of letting her fail so dismally that Namjoon has no choice but to beg for you back is tempting. But then he’d picked up the phone to personally ask you to help.

And apparently you are incapable of denying that man anything.

You’ve stayed late every day this week to review the spreadsheets Seokjin has given you to audit because of the extra time you’ve had to put aside to help the new girl navigate foreign concepts like filing and scheduling.

The numbers tell an interesting story.

The rumors about Kim Namjoon’s skill as a businessman don’t give him enough credit. Money is pouring into the Gajog, hand over fist, from every major district in the city. Billions of won flow into the organization from legitimate and not as legitimate revenue streams alike. Combine the numbers and Kim Namjoon controls an empire worth trillions.

You stare at the sums and your mind flips back to your unexpected pay raise. It’s no wonder Namjoon can afford to be so generous.

It’s no wonder so many of the street-level men who work for him seem to be helping themselves to more than their fair share.

It took you a few days to identify the patterns, comparing the new intake sheets to the old ones, but once you did the missing money practically jumped off the page. Just a few audits in and you’d already been able to find at least 119 million won unaccounted for.

The Kim Namjoon you know is reserved and unflappable -- but this is information that’s bound to piss even him off.

What is a man like him like when he’s angry?

You shudder at the thought.

Before long, the night sky stares back at you from the window across from your desk and you decide it’s well past time you went home. You sort everything into neat piles and leave yourself organized notes before packing up to leave.

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There’s no answer from your mother when you call to her from the hallway.

You frown as you make your way to her bedroom, worry melting away when you find her asleep in her chair. Her head is bent at a sharp angle, and you immediately move to help her prop her up.

Her eyes open to slits, unfocused from sleep and medication.

“Ttal,” she whispers, grimacing as she straightens out the crick in her neck.

“Eomma,” you whisper in a hushed rebuke. “We’ve talked about this. You can’t fall asleep in this chair, it’s terrible for you.”

She nods slowly, pointing to a glass of water on her nightstand. You hand it to her, but it wobbles in her weak grip and you take hold of it to help her drink before setting it aside.

“I’m hurting tonight,” she admits.

“I know,” you sigh, heart breaking. “Come, let me help you into bed.”

The process is painstaking. You help hoist her frail frame out of the chair and over to the side of the bed then work carefully to help her lie back. There’s no meat on her anymore, just skin and bones, so you tuck her blankets carefully around her legs and arms until you’re certain she’s not shivering anymore.

You know this isn’t working.

It doesn’t matter how many calls you make over the course of a day to check in, or how many well-meaning neighbors drop in to help, leaving your mother alone for hours in this state is a dangerous gamble.

You fight back tears of frustration. You grew up without siblings and your father has been gone for years. Being alone is something you’ve had a long time to get used to.

But you’ve still never felt as alone as you do right now.

You think in the quiet for a while, stroking your fingers across your mother’s upturned palm, unsure of what to say, unsure of what to do.

Unsure of what comes next.

“Kim Namjoon grew up to be such a handsome man,” your mother rasps.

The steady stroke of your fingers comes to an abrupt halt as the fine hairs on the nape of your neck stand on end.

“Excuse me?”

Your mother doesn’t repeat herself.

“Eomma,” you urge, nudging her hand with yours. “What is this talk of Kim Namjoon?”

Her lips quirk when she closes her eyes like she’s recalling a pleasant memory.

“His mother was beautiful,” she breathes quietly. “God smiled on that boy. He looks nothing like his father.”

The dull panic that’s already started to pulse in your chest sharpens to a point.

She has to be hallucinating.

She has to be taking too much medicine because nothing she’s saying makes any sense. You fumble for the bottles on her nightstand, pulling off the caps and pouring the pills out onto the tabletop. You count them over and over until you’re satisfied your mother hasn’t taken a dangerous amount of drugs.

“Eomma, why are you talking about Kim Namjoon?” you plead. “Help me understand.”

But when you look back to your mother, you realize your words are already falling on deaf ears. She’s slipped back into a sleep state once again.

If only it were that easy for you.

When you finally get to crawl into bed a short while later, you toss and turn all night.

Somewhere in the haze between asleep and awake you dream of Kim Namjoon.

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Your mother’s mental clarity is always better in the morning.

After she’s had a night of rest -- and whatever medicine she’s taken has had some time to wear off -- she’s much more alert, much more like her old self. But you still weren’t able to get anything by way of answers out of her as you made breakfast this morning.

You’d made her favorite cold cucumber soup before carefully broaching the subject of last night’s strange conversation. You’d waited patiently for some kind of explanation about why she mentioned a man she hasn’t spoken of in years.

It didn’t come.

There was something odd about the way your mother went completely quiet at your mention of Namjoon. Something odd about how adamant she was about not having any memory of the conversation at all.

That odd look on her face is the one thought on your mind as you make your way to work in a complete fog. You slip into an open elevator and hit the button for your floor on autopilot.

You don’t even realize that you’re not alone until a soft voice interrupts your thoughts.

“I remember you.”

Your eyes flick up from their unseeing stare at your shoes to a young woman standing against the elevator’s back wall.

“Miss Kim,” you breathe, brushing an errant hair out of your face. Your cheeks are still stinging from the cold. “Good morning.”

Namjoon’s sister is a beautiful woman, without a doubt — but until this moment, you hadn’t realized how much she resembles her brother. They have the same striking features, the same smooth skin and high cheekbones and full lips.

They share the same dark, kind eyes.

“I remember you now,” she repeats, mouth curving into a smile. “I knew I recognized you, but it wasn’t until a few weeks ago that I finally connected the dots.”

“Well, I wasn’t around a lot when we were kids,” you admit shyly. “So that’s certainly understandable.”

“That’s true,” she agrees. “And I try not to think back to those times a lot but you made an impression on me. You were always so sweet.”

Your cold cheeks seem to warm at her compliment.

“Thank you.”

The elevator stops at her floor but she seems reluctant to end the conversation. She leans against the door to prop it open.

“My brother,” she asks carefully, “Is he treating you well? Is he a fair boss?”

You clear your throat, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

“Well, he’s not my boss anymore,” you admit. “He replaced me not long ago. But yes, he was very fair when I worked for him.”

Her lips part in a soft gesture of surprise when you deliver that news.

She’s quiet until the elevator blares a loud reminder that it’s time to close the doors. She smiles at you on her way out the door, opting not to comment on the quality of her brother’s staffing decisions.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” she murmurs. “But I’m still really glad you’re here.”

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An inviting scent is the first thing you notice when you get home that night.

The second thing you notice are the voices.

You make your way down the long hallway with careful steps, trying to place the sound of the voice coming from your mother’s bedroom. It doesn’t sound like Mrs. Sim -- in fact, it doesn’t sound like anyone you know.

You stop short at the sight that greets you when you round the corner.

A woman -- a complete stranger is in your mother’s room.

You stand frozen in shock as you watch the stranger read to your mother from her seated position in the chair next to the bed. She looks up from the page when she realizes you’re there, giving you a better look at her pleasant, aged face.

“Aish,” she startles, clapping a hand over her chest. “Here I was, worried about scaring you and instead you’re the one giving me a fright.”

It takes you a moment to find your voice.

“Forgive me,” you start weakly, “But who are you? And how did you get into this house?”

The woman stands to adjust the pillow under your mother’s head before meeting you in the doorway. “She’s resting now,” she says, nodding at your mother’s still form on the bed. “Why don’t we talk in the kitchen?”

Should you be screaming right now? Calling the police?

There’s no good explanation for why you do neither and decide instead to follow this complete stranger into your kitchen instead. She walks to the stove to stir whatever she has cooking in the pot.

“Get off those feet,” she admonishes kindly. “I’m sure you’ve had a long day.”

Again you comply, inexplicably following orders.

“I made Budae Jjigae,” she explains, ladling some of the stew into a bowl. She sets it down in front of you, and you stare back at her like an idiot. The stew smells amazing, and you’re immediately hit with a well-timed hunger pang.

“Who are you?” you ask again.

“My name is Jinjoo,” she replies sweetly, handing you a spoon. “And I work for you now.”

“You work for me,” you repeat slowly.

“I do,” Jinjoo nods. “Mister Kim hired me.”

The spoon clatters loudly against the lip of the bowl when you drop it. For a moment, it’s hard to breathe. You have to wait for the strange sensation that snakes up your spine to subside before you speak again.

“Mister Kim.” You echo her again, dumbly.

Jinjoo takes a seat next to you at the table, radiating a patient kindness that makes you want to give into the urge to trust her. She smiles reassuringly at you, voice soothing when she speaks again.

“Yes. He said you needed help with your mother, and I can understand why. I nursed in hospitals for decades, dear. I can see your mother is in a bad way.”

You blink back at Jinjoo in stunned silence.

“I assure you, I’ll give your mother the best quality care,” she vows, patting one of your hands with her own. “And Mister Kim has already paid me well in advance, so don’t even think about trying to get rid of me.”

That statement almost makes you laugh.

You don’t want to get rid of Jinjoo at all. Ten minutes ago you had no idea she existed and in the span of one conversation she’s become one of the most important people you know. Tears well in your eyes as you stare into your bowl of stew, at a total loss for words.

Jinjoo seems to sense how overwhelmed you are. She gives you some space to process what’s going on, stroking one soft hand over your shoulder when she stands to leave.

“Eat something, dear. I’m gonna go sit with your mother for a while.”

You look up at her with watery eyes and nod, reaching for the spoon.

“This smells really good,” you say softly.

“Well, I’m a great cook. You’ll see,” she promises.

“Jinjoo -- “ you call out after her as she walks away. “Thank you,” you manage, voice thick with emotion. “I can’t thank you enough.”

The corners of her eyes crinkle when her mouth curves into a smile.

“You’re welcome.”

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Jinjoo’s stew was delicious -- not that you had the chance to fully appreciate it.

You’d sat in that kitchen alone for some time, eating slowly while you tried to process yet another bombshell in what seemed to be a series of them. Everything that’s happened to you since Namjoon reassigned you has been a whirlwind; from the sudden pay raise to the sudden arrival of Jinjoo.

You eat the last of the stew with your stomach in knots.

Namjoon knows your mother is sick. And you don’t know how to feel about it.

A part of you feels exposed when you think about him uncovering the sad details of your mother’s health battle. But knowing that he stepped in to help you fight it makes you feel something you haven’t felt in years.

Cared for.

The sound of laughter from your mother’s bedroom echoes down the hall and you stand to follow it.

Her favorite variety show is playing on the small TV in front of her bed, and it appears Jinjoo is a fan, too. You lean in the doorway and watch the women giggle at the silly skit. It’s been a long time since you’ve heard the sound of your mother’s laugh.

It makes you smile.

“Jinjoo, could you give us a moment, please?”

You almost hate to interrupt the instant camaraderie between the two women but you recognize that your mother is in the midst of a rare moment of clarity. You have to strike while the iron is hot.

“Of course,” she agrees, standing.

You wait until the sound of her footsteps fades away before taking her place in the worn chair next to your mother’s bed. Your mother smiles at you, taking one of your hands into her own.

You squeeze her fingers gently.

“Eomma, no more secrets,” you murmur. “Tell me the truth. Did Kim Namjoon come here?”

Your mother swallows thickly before nodding.

“He asked me not to tell you,” she admits. “He said he didn’t want you to refuse his help.”

You shut your eyes and imagine Namjoon in your home, in this room. Speaking to your mother. Making plans to send Jinjoo. Your chest squeezes so tight that for a moment it’s hard to breathe.

“Okay,” you concede quietly. You maintain the appearance of careful calm because you don’t want to make your mother feel worse than she already does., “It’s alright Eomma, I’m not angry, I promise.”

A peculiar look passes over her face. Her eyes dart away from yours and that’s all it takes for you to know you don’t have the full story. You decide to toughen your stance.

“Look at me, Eomma,” you say firmly. “If there’s anything I don’t know, you need to tell me right now. I need to know all of it. Everything.”

“I -- “

“Just tell me what it is,” you repeat, patience hanging by a thread.

Your mother sighs, lifting one weak hand in the direction of her dresser. You turn to stare at the pile of papers stacked there, realization dawning in an instant. You move on unsteady legs to walk over and take hold of them.

Radiology, pulmonology, chemotherapy.

You know exactly how much is owed on each of those bills because the numbers are burned into your mind. Those numbers are the reason you leave your mother for hours on end every day to go to work. Those numbers are the reason why it’s so hard to sleep at night.

You don’t realize that your hands are shaking until you hear the papers rustling.

Every bill bears the same neat, handwritten marking.

paid -- knj

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NAMJOON

Namjoon watched his sister leave early tonight with Hoseok. Seokjin is out to dinner with his wife. And Yoongi is off doing -- well, whatever the hell Yoongi does when he’s not around.

There’s no one here tonight to tell Namjoon to go home. No one to point out that he’s had too much to drink or that it’s happening far too often.

So he pours another scotch.

The glass sweats in his hand as he stands in front of his window, deep in thought.

Thinking about you.

Thinking about the way you struggled in silence, caring for your mother alone -- too proud to ask for help. The way you catered to Namjoon’s every need and whim without ever making mention of yours. The way he’d let it go on for far too long, selfishly wrapped up in the way you made him feel.

“That girl is going to get you killed.”

Namjoon tells himself the sound of your voice is a figment of his imagination, an entirely predictable side-effect of too much scotch. But it’s followed quickly by your soft footsteps against the plush carpet in his office and both sounds are too real to ignore.

He turns to assess you, quietly sipping his drink.

Fuck, you are beautiful.

You have no right turning up here tonight -- looking like that -- testing him when he is at his weakest. Your dark eyes flash with something like a challenge and Namjoon feels his blood warm.

“That girl is never at her desk and she has no idea who’s coming or going,” you accuse quietly. “She’s putting you at risk.”

Namjoon concedes your point with a slow half-smirk that teases the edge of his mouth.

“Perhaps,” he admits. “But there are different kinds of risk. Maybe you put me at risk, too.”

He shouldn’t take pleasure from the way your eyes go wide at that statement. Or from the way you overcompensate by standing taller, chin lifted high.

But he does.

“Mister Kim -- “ you start.

“ -- Namjoon,” he interrupts. “Don’t you think it’s time you called me Namjoon? Haven’t we known one another since we were kids?”

“Namjoon,” you correct yourself, taking a deep breath. “I know about everything. Jinjoo, the bills, all of it.”

Namjoon says nothing for a moment, draining his glass before setting it down on his desk with a heavy thud.

“Why?” you ask quietly. “Why did you do this for me?”

Because I would do anything for you.

He doesn’t voice that thought out loud. He knows he shouldn’t.

But he also knows he shouldn’t be closing the distance between you right now, and he’s doing that anyway. He steps closer, quietly, and you swallow hard, thrown by his silence and his advance.

“That’s not -- that’s not something you do for an employee,” you protest, slowly backing away. You stop only when the ledge of his desk hits you on the backside.

“The late nights and the extra hours. Everything else you did,” Namjoon murmurs, stepping close, chest rising and falling with his deep breaths. “Did you do that for your boss? Or did you do that for me?”

He leans closer, caging your body against his desk. Your lips part in surprise and Namjoon forces himself not to react when your tongue slips out to wet them.

“Namjoon, I -- ” your voice is barely above a whisper when you find it. “-- I don’t understand you right now.”

“How could I have every resource at my fingertips and not help you?” he asks, reaching one hand out to cup your face. The pad of his thumb ghosts over your lips and you shudder under his touch. “Why didn’t you come to me when you knew I could help?”

“I don’t know,” you admit, pupils blown and cheeks flushed.

“You should have come to me,” he admonishes quietly. You lean into the touch of his hand. “I would have given you anything you asked for. Anything.”

“I understand that,” you say quietly, the tremor in your voice betraying your attempt at calm. “Because I would give you anything you asked for, too.”

Something about the way you say that snaps Namjoon back to reality.

He looks down at you like he’s only just now realized that he’s loaded on scotch, leaning you over his desk -- and well on his way to taking advantage of this situation. He tenses, pulling away.

“This is -- this is not --” he sputters pathetically for a moment. “Go home,” he pleads. “Please.”

He’s never hated himself as much as he does right now -- when you’re looking up at him with hurt and confusion in those wide, dark eyes.

“Go home before I do something I can’t take back.”

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honeytae · 3 years

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Happiest of tipsy birthdays to you.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LUNA!!!!! ahh where do i even start, i’m so grateful for you and our friendship :( you create such a safe space and radiate such love and light, you deserve everything that you put out into the world and i hope you have the best day today and every day! i love you so much, please accept my gift of a jimin drabble (that i really should just title ‘For Luna’ honestly) and millions of virtual hugs and smooches today. happy birthday @stayjimin!!!!!!!!!

genre: fluff word count: 1.7k

“Oh my god Jimin, we’re so screwed.”

Falling into the man with a cackle, you laughed even harder when he too fell over in his unsteady state, tugging you down with him onto the set of stairs as your combined giggles echoed off the walls.

Your head spun in the best way possible as you laid down on Jimin’s chest, far too gone to care about the dirt on the floor of the dorms stairway, both drunkenly collapsed from your birthday night out.

You couldn’t remember how many shots you’d taken. It was, as they say, all a blur. All you could see was Jimin on that dance floor, switching between sensual moves to downright idiocracy as he shimmied his shoulders all the wall from the bar back to your booth, offering you drink after drink with that charming smile of his.

Damn him.

With your blood alcohol level, walking seemed to be impossible. Doing stairs, even more so. You were definitely well past tipsy.

“We really are.” He sighed happily, crescent eyes making you even dizzier in your state as you stared at the man’s beautiful features.

He always got especially giggly when he was drunk, which was probably what you adored the most about him. Consistently happy when he was sober, yes. But get a shot of tequila in his system and he was giddy.

His body was soft yet firm beneath you as his arms latched around your frame, the rising and falling of his chest creating a calm within you that only he could.

“Chim,” you called, “we have to get up these stairs.” You remembered suddenly, setting your chin on his pec to look up at him as he seemed to ponder the thought.

“We could call Bang-”

With a snort, you cut him off, making the man pout as he squeezed at your side.

“What?”

“We’re not calling your manager to get our drunk asses up the stairs.” You said, bewildered at the thought as Jimin only shrugged with a grin.

You were drunk, but you weren’t that drunk.

“C’mon, I’m getting tired.” You tried to lift yourself off his body, only to falter slightly on your way up as you tried to complete the action too fast.

Jimin easily caught you in his arms even in his altered state, chuckling slightly as you gripped his bicep for support, subtly feeling up the muscle he’d built there with no shame present in your buzzed mentality.

“Hm, these are nice.” You commented as you squeezed the hard tissue again, Jimin throwing his head back in laughter at your unabashed praise.

“Thank you, dove.” He replied, the pink on his cheeks from the alcohol increasing at your words. Before you could make any other moves on his body, he began slowly guiding you to sit up with him before rising to his feet again with a grunt.

Offering his hand down to you, you missed it twice, the vodka messing with your head more than you’d like to admit as you finally gripped onto his fingers. With his opposite hand resting on the railing beside him for support, (he’d learned his lesson last time that it was hard to get up from the ground with seven shots down the hatch), he pulled you up from the ground with little to no help from your weakened body, pulling you into his side with an accomplished sigh.

Softly smiling over at you, he squeezed your hand in his, lifting them together and wordlessly throwing your arm around his shoulder.

Even though he had consumed just as much alcohol as you did, he found it much easier to level out his swaying than you, speech significantly clearer despite the lack of difference between the amounts of alcohol you’d drank.

You’d always been a lightweight.

After pointing this fact out, Jimin giggled fondly once again, making you grin over at him as you studied his face through your bleariness.

“You’re worse than Hobi-hyung.” He pointed out with a teasing nudge of his elbow, his words causing you to gasp in genuine offense as the man beside you laughed once more.

“Okay, my little leightweight. Let’s go.”

Although the next few sets were challenging, somehow you finally managed to reach the boys’ floor, both of you giggling and stumbling all the way to their front door with cheeks aflame from both your alcohol intake and intense struggle up the stairs.

Propping you up between the door frame and his shoulder, Jimin raised his other arm to pound on the door, repeating the set several times before whining when his knocks went unanswered for the umpteenth time.

“Fuck, can they not hear us?”

“I think the whole city can hear us.” You commented absentmindedly, eyes widening in pleasant surprise as Jimin leaned into you again with drunken giggles escaping his mouth. With a sigh, he reached into his jean pocket for his phone to dial what he thought to be Namjoon’s number.

With the number immediately going to voicemail, Jimin’s shoulders deflated a bit, tapping his fingers against the screen to send a message to the groupchat.

“Is it possible that they have the world’s biggest earplugs?” He huffed, banging his fist against the door again before his eyes widended when he heard the sound of shuffling from the other side.

Knocking his fist harder against the wood, Jimin determinedly kept up his actions, you leaning your head on his shoulder while chuckling at the man’s antics. You’d surely hear about this from Yoongi in the morning.

“Jimin?”

The deep voice from behind the door was immediately recognizable of Taehyung’s familiar drawl, a slight rasp in his uncertainty of who the hell was banging down the door so late - well, early - in the morning.

“Taetae! Hey!” Jimin shouted into the peephole, said man whipping the door open almost immediately to shush him, swollen eyes giving away that he’d most likely been in a deep sleep when you two had begun your ruckus outside the door.

“Shh, Jimin. People are trying to sleep.” He whispered, both you and Jimin nodding wide-eyed as you stifled grins at the parent-like scolding.

Taehyung looked over you both for a moment, sighing at the dirt from the stairs imprinted on Jimin’s black jeans. He could only imagine how you two had gotten home.

“You guys are idiots,” he shook his head, “And you should’ve called me. Come on.” He ordered, one hand cemented to the top of Jimin’s spine and the other one laid on the back of your shoulder to guide you both into the apartment.

“Is everyone sleeping?” Jimin whispered, Taehyung humming in confirmation as he led you both down the silent hallway, every single bedroom door shut snugly as the members slept behind them.

Your hand was still miraculously caught up in your boyfriends even as Tae pushed you both to the door of Jimin’s bedroom, fingers locked around each other to ground yourselves even when the world around you was spinning so intensely.

Jimin’s steps were slower than normal, as were yours due to the amount of alcohol flowing through your bloodstream, and his movements were stalled as he approached his door. Wrapping his fingers around the doorknob took concentration and extra effort, but he managed to twist the door open, almost falling flat on his face when the door gave way beneath his hold.

“Christ, Jimin.” Taehyung swore under his breath, grabbing the man underneath his bicep to pick him up to stand on his own two feet again. Jimin only breathed a chuckle in response as you bit down on your lip, Taehyung’s obvious frustration with your drunken foolishness making the situation much funnier than it’d already be.

“C’mon, guys. Keep it movin’.” Tae ushered you both in front of him, giggling all the way as you let yourselves be blindly guided by his hands.

“Tae, I’m really trusting you right now. I don’t know where the bed-” you paused suddenly as you bumped into an object with your thigh, reaching your hands out to find the plush mattress beneath your touch, “hey, that was fast.”

Taehyung couldn’t help but let out a snort at your words, shaking his head as he directed you two to the bed, pulling his eyebrows together with a whine when Jimin began audibly unzipping his jeans.

“Yah, don’t strip with me in here!”

Grunting in response, Jimin tossed his pants on the ground, meeting your eyes with a laugh as you crawled onto the bed.

“I’m not sleeping in jeans, you freak.” He mumbled, sass rolling off his tongue even in his now increasingly sleepy state, Taehyung scoffing in response yet nevertheless grabbing a blanket from the end of the bed to cover you both in.

With a directing nod of his friend’s head, Jimin collapsed onto the bed with a chuckle, you following the man as he tugged on your hand to pull your body on top of him. You both sighed in content as Taehyung threw the blanket over your bodies, the air conditioning in the room causing a brisk chill to raise bumps on your arms.

“Do you guys need water, pain meds?” Taehyung asked, pausing at the bottom of the mattress to answer any requests from the two groggy bodies in front of him.

“No, we’re great.” Jimin sang, laugh erupting out of his nose as he glanced up to view his friends thoroughly annoyed expression.

“Sorry we woke you up, Taehyungie.” He said, the pout evident in his voice as you hummed against his shirt.

“Yeah, sorry Tae.”

“Mm. Are you guys going to be okay in here if I leave you?” He asked, leaning his palms on the end of the bed as you both nodded your heads.

“We’re good. So good.” Jimin slurred, making you giggle as you leaned up to plant a kiss to his hot cheek. His eyes sparkled at your affection, squeezing you to his body with a grin.

Jokingly rolling his eyes, Taehyung stood up straight, striding over to your bedside light to flick it off with his finger.

“Alright, goodnight guys. Happy birthday, dear.” He added, you only humming in response before snuggling in to Jimin further. The sound of the door shutting was obviously softened for the other sleeping members’ benefits, Taehyung’s padding footsteps barely heard as he made his way down the hall to escape back into his own bedroom.

“Did you have a nice birthday?” Jimin whispered after a beat of silence, glazed over eyes meeting yours in the dark as you carefully lifted your head, the pounding already minorly setting in.

“I did. I had a very tipsy night.” You admitted, closing your eyes when his fingers stroked a few strands of hair back behind your ear with a fond chuckle.

“Good. You deserve it.”

Leaning up, he placed his pointer finger beneath your chin, pressing his lips to your cheek, over to the tip of your nose, your other cheek, and finally landing with a sweet peck to your lips.

“Happiest of tipsy birthdays to you.”

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jungkookiebus · 4 years

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Overprotective | jjk

Genre: bf2l, smut, angst Pairing: jungkook x reader Rating: M Word Count: 6.6k Warnings: TRIGGER WARNING: there is domestic abuse, mostly mental, but there is mentions of physical, Jungkook beats the shit out of someone, if violence bothers you DO NOT READ THIS, cunnilingus, unprotected sex. Summary: Jungkook had been your friend for long enough to know that something was wrong and seeing you spiraling in your current relationship had him on edge. It all comes to a head at a house party when he witnesses the abuse firsthand, throwing him into a blind rage that has him throwing your boyfriend into the front lawn. Author’s Note: Angry jjk in the ON mv got me in my feelings. Thanks. @bulletproofbirdy

“Are you coming tonight?”

Jungkook sat on the edge of your bed scrolling through his phone.

“Hm?” he asked absently. You looked over to see his face illuminated by the eyesight ruining blue light of his phone. It highlighted the scar on his cheek. He scrunched his nose as he sniffed but didn’t look away from his phone.

“The party. At Hobi’s,” you said as you began removing your clothing and pulling dresses off hangers from your closet.

He finally looked up as you were pulling a gold dress up passed your hips and adjusting the straps on your shoulders.

“Are you really going to wear that?” he asked while gesturing his phone at you.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “Seems like overkill maybe.”

Jungkook was your best friend of almost seven years. Seven years filled with happiness, sadness, and sometimes downright aggravation. Like now.

“It’s not that kind of party, _____, it’s chill.” He paused for a second and chewed his lip. “Is Cheol going to be there?”

You suddenly stopped mid-waist as you were pulling the dress back off. Jungkook had seen every which version of you there was to see. His favorite was high _____ trying to get to the bathroom before she wet her pants. Any shyness you had around Jungkook in the beginning was replaced by blind trust and a totally comfortable space around him. You had met Jungkook at a very similar party. He had tried to hook up with you and you had turned him down with such drunken gusto that he was immediately taken with you romantic or not. Later that night when your friend had, naturally, left you to go with some guy, you were stuck on the front lawn, mascara running from cry laughing at Jin’s dumb jokes, missing a left shoe, and a little hopeless. He sidled up to you as you scrolled through your contacts trying to figure out how to get home.

“Need help?” he asked after clearing his throat.

You had looked up at him, sneered, and went right back to scrolling.

His eyebrows shot up into his hair in amusement, a small smile forming on his face. He then leaned down closer to you and was looking at your phone screen.

“Can I help you?” you had slurred as you hid the screen against your chest.

“Let me get you home. Your friend obviously left you.”

You bent over, eyes crossing as you imitated the Spongebob meme.

“YoUr FrIeNd oBviOuSly lEft YoU. No shit Sherlock.”

You hadn’t expected him to start laughing so hard. Soon, he was unable to breathe, red faced as tears streamed down his face.

“What’s wrong with you?” You hadn’t expected him to answer. His laughter had him clutching his stomach in mock agony.

“I think I’m in love with you, let’s go,” he had said, grabbing your wrist and dragging you along behind him.

And that was how you became friends with Jungkook. It had all started with a pass that turned into hanging out and playing video games every weekend, to sleepovers, and then to practically living together despite having your own apartments. Your current boyfriend was not happy with the fact that Jungkook was with you most of the time.

“He’ll be there.”

You saw him bristle.

“Why do you like him?”

“Jungkook, not this again.”

Time and time again, Jungkook had seen you come home a little broken. At first, he thought maybe it was a tiny argument. You’d shrug off any concerns he had and told him you were just tired. He would watch you as you walked, shoulders slumped, and disappear into your room. The next day you would be perfectly fine, talking to him as if things were just as they should be. Then you started coming home, eyes puffy from crying and wiping your nose on your hand. Again, he’d ask you if everything was okay. ‘Just a little fight.’ He started to worry, but you told him everything would be okay. Months passed and you became withdrawn. The life left your eyes, your smile faded, and you started to spend more time at your apartment alone or with Cheol. Whenever he would go to your apartment in search of you and Cheol was there, he would either find a way to get rid of Jungkook or sulk behind you when Jungkook pushed passed him. Either way, Jungkook knew he was isolating you from him. Any attempt to talk to you would turn into an argument.

One day, you came into Jungkook’s office with a busted lip, fresh tears that were drying over the others, and holding your arms across your stomach defensively. He had jumped up from his chair and rounded his desk, reaching behind you to slam the door before grabbing you by the shoulders.

“Who did this to you?” he demanded. Anger was hot in his veins. He was shaking with it.

You began to cry harder as your head met his chest and all he could think of doing right now was keeping you as safe as possible, whatever that meant. He held you tightly, encased you in his arms, probably for the first time in months, he realized. You seemed smaller, skinnier, and all around weaker. His hand came up to your head and he noticed your once shiny, sleek hair was now lackluster and thin. Something else was wrong here.

“Please,” he whispered, “tell me what is wrong.”

“Cheol…,” you had whispered. But that was all he needed to hear.

“I’m going to kill him.”

You were suddenly defensive. Pushing him away you stepped back.

“It was my fault,” you stuttered. “I shouldn’t have tried to argue with him. Really, Jungkook, I deserved it.”

His heart shattered into a million pieces. His once beautiful, full of life best friend was falling into the clutches of abuse and she was pushing him away.

“Let me help you,” his voice wavered as he tentatively held out his hand.

“I don’t need you, Jungkook,” you had spat bitterly.

Before he had any more time to react, you were out of his door, and down the stairs. He had wanted nothing more than to chase after you, but he knew if he wanted to keep some type of watch on you, he’d have to back off.

And he was right. A few weeks later you texted him telling him everything was okay, and you wanted to hang out again. You still looked dull and sad, but he tried his best to stay out of your business in order to keep you close.

You pulled a black dress from your closet and started to pull it on.

“Things are better. Really. We talked it out and he’s gotten better.”

All Jungkook could do was scoff. Once an asshole, always an asshole. That’s what he really wanted to say but he opted to just stay silent.

“Don’t come if you’re just gonna be a grouch the whole time.”

“Fuck you, I’m going,” he said as he laid back against your bed.

“Be nice.”

“I’m always nice. Unless someone wants to start shit with me, I’m going to behave myself.” He went back to scrolling through his phone. “And wear that one.”

He didn’t once look at you, but you sighed and decided you were tired of trying on clothes anyway as you continued to get ready. Thirty minutes later and you walked up to the front door of Hobi’s house together. As soon as you stepped inside Cheol was at your side, grabbing your upper arm and leading you towards the kitchen for drinks. You looked back at Jungkook who was still standing in the doorway, eyes locked with yours. You saw fear and sadness there. All at once you felt angry, but his fear was shared. You were angry that Jungkook didn’t trust you, angry that Cheol treated you poorly, but would then be so loving…it was your fault somehow.

“Let me get you a drink,” Cheol said, releasing your arm. He didn’t hold you as hard as usual. That was good. He probably wasn’t mad that you walked in with Jungkook.

“How was your day?” you asked. He never asked you first. He either waited for you to say something or he would immediately jump into something that had happened to him. Nine times out of ten, when you started to talk about your day, he would cut you off. It got to the point where you didn’t even try anymore. That’s when you would text Jungkook, or call if Cheol left, and he would listen and try to give advice the best he could. He’d always end the conversation with a ‘I love you. Please tell me if you need help.’ You would halfheartedly affirm him that you would before hanging up. You were too embarrassed to let Jungkook into your real life now. If he knew, he’d try to get you to leave. You were happy. The bad days weren’t as often, but they didn’t exactly go away either.

“Ah, you know,” he said while he made your drink, but never looked up at you. He never did. “Just another day with those bastards that think they can tell me how to do my job.”

According to him, everyone at his office were idiots, yet he rubbed noses with them every day. You just hummed to let him know you heard but didn’t offer any words. He never wanted advice and he sure as hell didn’t want to hear about you.

“Let’s go,” he said while handing you a drink. He turned without a backwards glance, expecting you to follow dutifully. Which you did. He walked up to a circle of his friends and began chatting immediately, ignoring the fact that you were even there.

You sipped awkwardly on your drink as you scanned the room. You were very much on the outside of the circle, cut off by shoulders that were all above your head. You’d have to duck in between them if you wanted to say anything. Not that they wanted you to contribute. That’s when you spotted Jimin. About that time, he also saw you and began to wave emphatically. You met Jimin at the coffee shop you frequented before classes and you both soon were on the same coffee schedule, expecting to see the other every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. You’d stand in line together and talk about your weekend, classes, and whatever came up. You found out you had a similar friend in Hobi a couple of weeks into your friendship and soon began seeing him at his parties. You considered Jimin a good friend and his infectious laugh always brought a smile to your face. His eyes disappeared as he smiled harder, waving you over. Of course, you went on your own accord. Cheol didn’t even notice that you had walked away.

Minutes passed, you weren’t counting because when Jimin was telling you about some ridiculous group project he was in, time didn’t matter. Without noticing, Jimin had nonchalantly draped his arm across your shoulders as he laughed and talked. You didn’t think anything of it and neither did he. His face was red from the alcohol and he was laughing so hard, drool escaped the corner of his mouth, causing you to double over. He was still attached to you as you both bent over in laughter. On your vacant side, you felt four sharp fingernails dig into your upper arm. You yelped as you were yanked away. Jimin stumbled back in surprise but kept his footing.

“What are you doing?” Cheol seethed. His eyes were on Jimin and if looks could kill, Jimin would be dead and turned to dust on the floor.

Jimin’s eyes shifted to your terror filled ones. You willed Jimin to relent. Please don’t say anything, you begged internally.

He didn’t even spare Cheol a look as he looked directly at you.

“_____ are you okay?”

This time Cheol looked at you. You could feel the anger roiling off him. It heated your skin and made you dizzy. Your knees were locked and cutting off your blood supply. The room swirled a little as you shrank in fear.

“And what were you doing?” He almost spat in your face. His fingers dug harder into your arm and you felt the first tears prick at the corners of your eyes.

“Please not here,” you begged as you tried to pry his fingers from your arm.

That only made him angrier. People were starting to notice and look at you. Jimin was sobering up quickly and was about to say something again when you heard it.

Your mind was hazy as your thoughts raced, trying to figure out every possible solution to this situation. It was a growl? Roar? You weren’t sure what it was at first, but it was loud. Someone was very, very angry. You could hear them yell, deep and guttural, somewhere close by.

“You fucking son of a bitch, don’t fucking touch her!”

That’s when Cheol’s gripped was ripped from you. He was still holding tightly, and his fingernails dug painfully into your skin, but he soon lost his grip and you were sent to the side. When you could catch your bearings, you righted yourself to figure out what the hell had just happened. Jungkook stood, fists clenched and the knuckles on his right hand a bloody pink. You had never seen him with that look before, at least never directed at you. Hatred. Pure, unadulterated hatred is how you would describe it. His eyes were black, and anger burned there. Suddenly, his soft features you loved so much were sharp and menacing. This was a Jungkook you didn’t know and one you didn’t wish to encounter again. His chest heaved as he breathed hard, trying to contain himself as Cheol scrambled up from the floor and launched himself at Jungkook. You screamed as he collided with Jungkook’s chest, shoving him backwards, but Jungkook was good on his feet. He managed to keep his hands on Cheol’s shoulders, stepping back in time with him as his back connected with the closest wall. Cheol tried to take a swing at Jungkook, but he was too drunk to aim correctly. Jungkook dodged him easily before he landed a punch to his stomach. He stumbled backwards, coughing, but either the alcohol or sheer stupidity had him standing up somewhat tall in the face of a fuming Jungkook. Jungkook clearly had not been drinking as he stood his ground steadily, waiting for Cheol to make a move.

“You want that slut,” Cheol sneered, pointing a shaky finger at you. “You can have her. I used her all up anyway.”

You thought that Jungkook was going to explode like a star and take everyone with him. His gaze darkened as he surged forward, grabbed a stunned Cheol by his collar and literally swept him off his feet with one kick of his foot, and began dragging him through the house. The crowd parted like a fog around a car, immediately closing in on them so they could see what Jungkook was about to do. The crowd piled out of the front door after them as Jungkook drug a kicking Cheol down the front steps. You tried to push passed all the people, but the crowd was closing in and you were desperate to get outside. When you were able to make it out the front door and to the porch you saw Jungkook drop Cheol on the front lawn before sitting on his chest. You saw his fist raise and before you could intervene as you stumbled down the steps, you heard the sickening crack as he connected with his face.

You could not believe this was happening right now. Jungkook had really lost his mind.

“You don’t love her, stupid mother fucker,” Jungkook growled as he grasped his shirt in his left fist and raised his fist once more.

Crack.

You winced and turned away as Jungkook yet again, connected with Cheol’s face.

His fist came back into the air, bloody, skin split, but he didn’t even seem to notice as he directed his anger on Cheol.

“And you’re sure as hell never touching her again.”

This time, the hit sounded wet. When you looked back, you could tell Cheol was out cold.

“Jungkook, please!” you called out. At the sound of your voice Jungkook froze and seemed to snap out of it. He turned and looked at your pained expression as you begged him to stop. He dropped his hand and looked down at Cheol’s bloody face.

Hobi came running from inside the house, leaping off the porch in one bound and was pulling Jungkook off him.

“What the fuck, Jungkook?!” Hobi was looking from him to Cheol to assess the damage.

Cheol’s friends were now surrounding as Hobi pulled Jungkook away from the scene, sternly telling him he needed to leave before another fight broke out and he called the cops.

That’s when you knew you had a decision to make.

Cheol lay completely still in the grass, left eye swelling, and blood pouring from his bottom lip. If you guessed correctly, his nose was probably broken too. You were finally able to see him for who he truly was; a manipulative bastard that never loved you but wanted you to himself. He was ugly inside and out and all it took was seeing him finally being reduced to nothing. Gone was the “tough” exterior of Cheol. Your eyes met Jungkook’s from across the yard. He still looked angry, but you saw fear there too. He saw your eyes flicker to Cheol again and he knew you were trying to decide between the two. He didn’t know what he would do if you didn’t at least act like you were going to walk his way. But you had already decided. Cheol had his “friends”. They all fussed over him now deciding who was going to take him to the ER. None of them even turned to find you. You walked past the group and straight into the arms of Jungkook.

“Let’s go home,” he said shakily. His adrenaline was ebbing, and he was starting to feel the repercussions of his actions.

Ten minutes into the thirty minute walk and you were reduced to a sobbing mess. The night and all the things leading up to it were easily being stored away as they happened, as your brain always did to protect you. But now that there was a whole added element of worry you weren’t expecting, you didn’t know how to feel so naturally you began to panic. On top of that, your feet were starting to bleed from your heels. The entire time, Jungkook was next to you, arm around your waist as you walked. He was the one that needed help walking, not you, yet here he was making sure you were okay.

“Hey, everything’s okay,” he whispered as he stopped.

Your body felt spent as if you had stayed up for hours on end; exhaustion finally settling into your bones. After the initial shock had settled, you suddenly feared for Jungkook, knowing what Cheol was capable of doing.

“Jungkook…,” you cried. You reached down and pulled your heels off. On top of being frustrated, scared, and tired your feet were in so much pain you could barely stand it.

He looked down and sighed.

“Oh, baby…,” he said sympathetically.

The sentiment made your heart skip a beat, but it was something you could think about later. He waited until you were upright before he scooped you up bridal style.

“Jungkook, you don’t have-,” you started before he cut you off with a ‘shh’. You looked down at his bloody knuckles, the skin very angry in some spots where he split them open. He paid no mind as he held you close, and you let your head fall against his shoulder. His breathing was steady as he carried you and he didn’t say a word the whole way. In no time, he was buzzing into your building and carrying you up the stairs. He only sat you down at your door so you could fish out your key. Once inside, he ensured the door was locked and the window leading to the fire escape.

“We gotta clean up your hand,” you said almost robotically as you moved on instinct towards the bathroom.

“____,” he said while reaching out to stop you and you flinched.

For the second time, you broke his heart as you jumped as if he were going to hit you.

“It’s okay,” he reassured as he ran his hand down your hair.

You started to cry again, but this time you didn’t feel as if the panic would consume and kill you. You felt bad for Jungkook.

You didn’t say anything as you guided him to the bathroom and he sat down on the edge of the tub as you pulled a first aid kit out from the cabinet. You sat on the toilet, knees to knees, as you grabbed his hand and sat it on your thigh. Grabbing a washcloth, you held it next to his hand as you carefully poured peroxide over the cuts. He watched you intently as you focused on the work at hand. In the moments Jungkook had you away from Cheol was when that fake exterior would start to melt little by little. When you were around Jungkook, you relaxed and were yourself. He’d see old pieces of you come back from time to time and he felt like he got his best friend back, until you went home to him. He felt angry again as he thought about what Cheol took away from him, what he took away from you, but he kept it to himself as you reached for antibacterial cream and some butterfly band-aids.

“What were you thinking?” you finally whispered.

You were still working slowly, paying attention to each knuckle.

What was he thinking? Part of him was blinded by anger and the other part knew exactly what it was doing. He wanted to beat the shit out of Cheol, had wanted to for quite some time. This time he was able to witness him put his hands on you, so he felt justified.

“I didn’t like seeing you get hurt,” he mumbled. He was embarrassed now, but he didn’t regret what he had done.

“Oh, Jungkook,” you sighed as you reached for some gauze to wrap his hand.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you, too.” This wasn’t out of the ordinary for Jungkook to say, but the air felt different. There was a tension you could taste, and you felt Jungkook struggling to say something.

“I could be so much better to you.” He sounded as if he were going to cry. “You don’t deserve to be treated that way, _____. Please tell me you’ll leave him. I’m scared for you.”

You felt him looking at your face now and you were almost afraid to look at him as you put the final touches on his hand. His eyes were pleading when you finally looked at him.

If you couldn’t love him back, he at least wanted you to promise him that you’d leave the asshole.

He was right. All this time when he tried to keep you close and you pushed him away, he was in fear for your life. The person you thought should care for you could not care less, and the person that loved you the most was a phone call away and your best friend. You were blind to what you had when Cheol made himself the center of your universe. But Jungkook was loyal when he didn’t need to be, always there when you needed to fall into his arms no matter how much it hurt to see you walk out of his door.

Many nights he’d cry knowing you were going back into the clutches of Cheol and he was helpless to do anything. He’d daydream about killing Cheol or waiting for him to get off work and punch him in the face as he tried to get in his car. Yes, he was thinking extremely, but he was afraid.

Tonight was the last straw for Jungkook.

“I’d never hurt you, ____,” he said, lowly, defeated.

You loooked at the front of his jacket, focused on his buttons as you tried to distract yourself.

“I love you, too,” you murmured.

Jungkook leaned forward and placed a soft kiss to your forehead, then to your temple, and the top of your cheekbone. Your eyes fluttered shut as he softly placed his hands under your jaw, holding you gently, fingers barely grazing your skin as he kissed across your nose. You leaned your face into one of his hands and he took the moment to tilt your face upwards as he placed a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“I want to show you what love should feel like, _____,” he whispered against your lips, but he wasn’t touching you.

You shivered. It had been so long since someone treated you this way and honestly it scared you. If you mess up something would he be mad at you? You felt as if you were always doing something wrong.

He seemed to feel your apprehension and sighed, not out of frustration, but a sadness he couldn’t seem to shake. Cheol had effectively beaten you basically to nothing, mostly mentally. He wanted to be angry again, but he needed to hold back for you.

He placed his lips softly against yours, not expecting anything from you. He let you take your time as you kissed him back. Happiness began to bubble in his chest as you reciprocated his feelings.

This felt right. Jungkook wasn’t rushing you. He didn’t expect anything from you. He wasn’t demanding you to pleasure him. He let you lead as you kissed him. It heated fast as you sat a little straighter and wrapped an arm around his neck. His arm wrapped around your waist as he pulled you closer, but the limited space in the bathroom and your legs kept him from getting much closer.

He stood swiftly, bringing you with him and guided you to your room, working on muscle memory as he focused on you the whole way. You felt shy under his gaze since half the time Cheol didn’t even want to look at you. He studied you as if you would fall apart at any moment. His fingers intwined with yours and he was gentle. He didn’t reach for your wrist or your arm or grip you so tightly that his fingers dug into your skin. You began to relax little by little as he stood you in front of your bed. He reached for the hem of your dress and looked at you for permission. You nodded slowly as he started to pull the dress up passed your hips and you raised your arms to help him. He stopped and removed his jacket and then his jeans followed by his shirt, putting you on equal ground.

“Are you okay?” He seemed genuinely concerned as he kept his movements slow, not wanting to startle or rush you. He ran his hand softly up your arm and squeezed your shoulder gently before pulling you into his warm embrace. The skin on skin contact comforted you and it brought back memories of nights snuggled up next to Jungkook before Cheol came into your life and ruined that. For the first time in months you didn’t feel scared or useless. Jungkook’s actions said it all.

He held you there for a few moments, ensuring you were okay. He knew you were vulnerable and didn’t want you to think he was taking advantage of you.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered.

You felt a small sob get stuck in your throat.

“You’re wonderful, and smart, and the most adventurous person I know. Remember the first we did something together out of town? You convinced me to go ghost hunting at that abandoned hospital and all we found was a family of raccoons and a homeless guy.”

He laughed as a you giggled a little, sniffing, and smiling as you remembered Jungkook’s screams when the raccoon walked up behind him.

He ran his fingers through your hair and massaged the back of your head as you leaned against his chest.

“I love the way you look in the morning when you first wake up, like a steamed bun.”

You laughed again.

“Or the way you sing in the shower. I must say you have improved over the years. I love when you put my blanket in the dryer before I come over and it’s cold out. Those ham sandwiches?! I don’t know what you put on them, but I’d fight a kid over one if I had to.”

Your laugh was music. This is what he wanted. He wanted all of you. He wanted you to know that all of you was worth having, that you meant something, a human being deserving of love. He had loved you for years, but your friendship meant more to him than his silly feelings. Seeing you suffer made him regret not saying anything sooner.

“Can I show you?” he asked.

You knew what he meant. He didn’t have to say more as you pulled him into another kiss in affirmation. He reached behind you, snapping the clasp easily, and slid the straps of your bra down your shoulders, letting it fall. He had seen you naked hundreds of times for various reasons, but never this. Now, you were in front of him giving yourself to him and he was elated to get the chance. He cupped your breast lightly and squeezed a little, testing your limits. You moaned and leaned into him, nipping at his bottom lip. He moaned into the kiss as you buried your hands in his hair. He then wrapped his arms around you, gently laying you back amongst the blankets without breaking the kiss. He kissed the underside of your jaw, nipped gently at the skin of your neck, and placed small kisses to your breast before wrapping his lips around your nipple. Your skin tingled as he sucked gently and ran his tongue over it. Your whines spurred him on as you held on tighter and arched your back into him. He caressed every inch of skin he could reach. The soft gauze tickled across your skin as his hand glided down to your thigh. He directed his kisses between your chest now, kissing down your stomach. He was worshipping your body the way it was meant to be. He noticed some older bruises sprinkled across your skin and made sure to kiss every single one, soothing your anxiety. His fingers caught in the band of your underwear and pulled them down. Using the back of his hand, he pushed gently against your inner thigh and you spread your legs for him. You felt shy, but all once wholly comfortable. He had seen the best and worst parts of you, what was one more thing? This felt intimate in a different way, on a deeper level. He understood your body before he even got to touch you. Hands gripping the insides of your thighs, he kissed along the flesh there.

Some years ago, you were standing in the kitchen washing dishes, wearing one of Jungkook’s discarded shirts, and a pair of shorts. He had walked in to give you a glass when he looked down and ran his finger up a stretch mark on your thigh.

“I like these,” he had said with a smile before walking from the room.

The memory warmed you now as he placed wet kisses to the dimpled and marked expanse of your thighs. He blew a stream of warm air over your wet center and you moaned and shuddered. You tried closing your legs so you could feel some friction, but he kept your thighs apart with a firm hand. He moved his hands further up your inner thighs, almost cupping your sex as he flattened his hands and spread you to get a better look.

“You’re fucking beautiful, ____. You know that right?”

He watched your face twist as he teased you. Knowing that you wanted him had him grinding his own hips into the blanket. No. He wanted to feel you around him before he reached any sort of end. He licked up your center and you moaned gutturally, grabbing at your own breasts as you bent your knees to frame his head. He kept you spread as he covered you with his mouth, tongue dancing along your clit. Your juices mixed with his spit and his chin practically dripped with it all. He had never tasted anything better. The sounds you were giving him were like an orchestra of angels. He wanted you to feel his adoration as he ate you out with fervor. He dipped his tongue inside of you and soon his name was rolling off your tongue like raindrops.

“A-ah, Jungkook,” you sighed as he inserted his middle finger inside of you.

You swallowed him in a velvety wetness that had his cock twitching amongst the cotton, and he ground his hips, moaning into your cunt as he thought about you swallowing his cock. You cried out as his moans stimulated something inside of you that had you teetering on the edge of a cataclysmic orgasm. Cheol never bothered to do this to you. He either used your mouth or your cunt, whether you came or not. You couldn’t remember the last time you had an orgasm. Jungkook was moaning more now, working his finger up inside of you, and suckling at your swollen clit. You felt as if you couldn’t breathe as your body tensed, orgasm hitting you with a force you hadn’t felt in a while. He continued licking and lapping at you as if he wanted every drop, nudging his perfectly sloped nose into your sensitive clit.

“P-please,” you stuttered. You watched him through half closed eyes as he took a few long licks up your cunt before licking his own lips and smiling at you. He reached for your hands, intertwining your fingers as he kissed up your stomach again.

He let go of your hand to push your hair off your sweaty forehead and placed a kiss on the end of your nose.

“Please what?” he asked you before placing a quick kiss on your lips.

“Make love to me?”

His eyes slid shut slowly as he replayed the phrase a thousand times in quick successions. He was kissing you again. Passionately. He grabbed the base of his cock and rubbed the head up and down your slit, coating the tip. You moaned and circled your hips wanting more of him. He pushed in slowly, face nestled into your neck, committing to memory every feeling he was experiencing right now.

“I love you so much, ____,” he murmured against your skin.

Your fingernails dug into the skin of his back, the other hand tangled in his hair and holding him against your chest.

“Fuck, Jungkook, oh my god.” You were gasping as he stretched you and reached places Cheol only thought he could. “I love you.”

He pressed into you further as he brought his stomach down to yours. Your legs were wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his ass trying to get him even deeper. He grunted as he began to slowly thrust into you, concentrating on not coming too soon.

You ground your hips upwards, rotating just a little with each thrust. Your hand slipped along his back as sweat formed on his skin. His breathing quickened as he thrust faster and faster. His fingers were intwined with yours, your hand on the pillow above you while his other arm was reached underneath you and holding the hair at your nape.

“F-fuck-k.” You had him stuttering as you squeezed around him. For years he wondered what you felt like, jealous of any guy you were dating but too chicken shit to ask you out himself. Now you were here, still trusting him to protect you, and giving yourself fully.

“I want you to come, baby.” He gripped your hair hard and you moaned. Your fingers tightened in his and he felt so euphoric he wouldn’t even have cared if he didn’t get to come, but you had him so hungry for you that he wasn’t sure how much longer he was going to last. He released your hair to bring his hand between the two of you and pressing a couple of fingers against your clit.

You gasped loudly as he began to circle your clit slowly and then faster and faster. Your toes curled inwards and you dug yours heels even harder into him as he snapped his hips against you quickly. He skillfully moved his fingers on your clit while biting the space beneath your ear. You were seeing stars before your eyes rolled back and you were forced to close them. You could swear that your body was checking out. You felt high and Jungkook was your drug of choice. He felt you tighten around him and he could practically feel your impending orgasm.

“That’s it, baby, come on my cock. God I wanna make you feel like this forever.”

The sincerity in his voice, his cock brushing every erogenous zone there was, and his fingers sent your orgasm soaring. Electricity seemed to flow from where you were connected to your limbs where your fingers and toes tingled.

“Oh, fuck,” Jungkook breathed as he quickened his thrusts. “Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.” His voice almost became a whine as he thrust harder and harder, hand gripping your waist, and singing praises about you against your skin.

You felt his cum as he filled you up. His moan was long and deep, thrusting, and milking himself inside of you. You were his now and he wasn’t letting you go.

When the stimulation became too much, he stilled inside of you. His breathing started to even out and soon the only sounds was your soft breathing. After a few minutes had passed and you had suspected him to be drifting, he sat up and looked down at you.

“Let me protect you,” he said softly, voice trailing off at the end.

You believed him. You relaxed for the first time in what felt like months. You could finally be yourself with no repercussions and Jungkook was adamant in making you feel as loved as possible. You tried to hold back your tears but the dam broke when he looked at you so lovingly.

“Baby, _____,” he cooed as he used his thumb to brush away a few tears.

You clung to him desperately, feeling as if he were to let go, you’d be exposed to more harm. He shifted to his side and pulled you into his chest, drawing his legs inwards to curl you even closer to him.

“Don’t leave me,” you whispered. He could hear the fear laced in your tone. His heart ached and tightened in his chest.

“Never,” he said, kissing the top of your head.

It wouldn’t be easy getting you back to the carefree person he once knew, but he was willing to take the time. Being there for you had always been his focus, so a little setback was all he needed to be with you that much more. His wish was for you to get your confidence back, to see you dancing in the kitchen while making pancakes, and to see that sparkle in your eye when you looked at him. It would take time, but for you, he was willing to wait an eternity.

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( SOMETHING COMFORTING. )

Jeon Jungkook loves Overwatch, drinking games, and Halloween. What he loves more than that? You.

pairing. gamer!jjk x named f!reader.

genre + rating. idol!au set in room filled with bunnies and a cotton candy machine that’s exploded. it’s just that fluffy. (but also explicit cause why not.)

tags / warnings. established relationship, gaming (overwatch), dorky weeb references, mentions of drinking, yugyeom makes an appearance (!!), fingering, soft soft soft love making in the shower.

wc. 9.7k

beta reader(s). the lovely @kerikaaria read through this to make sure i didn’t get too nerdy. tysm! 💛 i may like further changes once my beloved @hobi-gif gets her hands on it but i’m a potato who wanted to post this quickly. oops...

author note. this fulfills the “jeon jungkook” square of @btsholidaybingo‘s bts holiday bingo 2020 and this is the couple from angels & airwaves. while this story isn’t super plot-driven, it’s meant to be a little peek into the lives of a couple that live in my mind rent-free and continue to make me soft and gooey inside. i hope you enjoy it!

You don’t know how he talked you into it or how it really happened. You remember, faintly, the mention of a party. Something about it being a small thing - just a few close friends, the members, etc. He’d said it so offhand, like commenting on the sky or asking for another package of Choco Boys, so you hadn't given it a second thought. If it was important, he’d bring it up again and if not, well, you hardly remembered it anyway. Win-win or whatever.

So you’d given up some intelligence points, traded them for space to fit more gaming knowledge. Somewhere along the line went your memory too - the conversation wiped from your brain like Will Smith had lasered it clean.

“Zarya’s one! Zarya’s one—“ You’re not sure how many times you can repeat yourself, shrieking through comms to a team that doesn’t seem to want to listen. You’re blasted into oblivion, Mercy’s prone body launched across the map as you watch your Rein fall too. There’s an irritation bubbling in your stomach, fizzing uncomfortably like the Japanese honeydew soda you’d had at lunch. “Zarya’s actually one!”

No one cares. She’s healed by the time you respawn and make it back across the map.

“Jesus—“ Your push-to-talk remains off for that flippant comment, distaste colouring your words a bitter shade of blue. You almost want to let your Ashe get headshot by the enemy Widow, only switching the stream from damage boosting to healing when your teammate starts spamming their hotkey.

I need healing! I need healing!

What you need is a team that listens to your calls or at the very least communicates in some way. Doesn’t seem like it’s going to happen though. There’s near radio silence in the voice chat, the only other person remotely helpful being your bouncing booping Lucio that’s trying to keep a flanking Tracer off point. Stupid. You almost feel bad for him, Guardian Angeling to him when no one else seems to want to offer any support.

Ah, the life of a support player in masters ranked. So infuriating and yet— nope. Just infuriating.

You lose the first round with 1:56 to spare, to no one’s surprise. Okay, maybe to your Reinhardt’s surprise. He’s being surprisingly chipper in text chat, sending WP and a dorky smiley face. You think he must volunteer at the local animal shelter and buy coffee for the people behind him in the drive-thru. He’s far too well-adjusted, not shooting off a single accusation to anyone on the team. A silver lining, you suppose.

Your second round starts well enough. Your comp is solid - as much as it can be in the current off-tank dominated meta. Hog, Zarya, a private profiled GM Widowmaker, Tracer, Lucio, and you as Ana. You’d prefer to play Mercy - find the most comfort in her skill set - but on an attack map, you’re not risking a headshot right out of spawn. Broken maximum damage good stuff means healers are squishy and you don’t have your usual DPS to boost. (He’s off doing god knows what - maybe filming an ad for Samsung or breaking the internet with his permed man bun.)

You make it through the choke without much ado. The enemy Rein is wildly out of position, eager to make some big brained play that goes terribly wrong. Your Lucio chuckles through voice and you join him, tossing a nade when your Zarya looks like she’s about to die to a poorly executed 360 shatter.

“You winning?”

It’s your boyfriend peeking over your shoulder, so close you nearly scream, mouse launched across your desk with the intensity of your reaction. You hadn’t heard him come in, the stupid sneaky bastard as quiet as a mouse.

(It’s not your own fault. He knows you can’t hear anything when you’ve got your headphones on, the noise cancelling in your state of the art Sennheisers not something to scoff at.)

“Jeez, Kook!” You want to be more mad. Really, you do. You’re scrambling across your desk to retrieve your mouse, squeaking a quick apology into team voice when your hero stays in one place for too long. Luckily, Hog - previously sweet kind Rein - throws his big fat piggy self directly in front of you, effectively saving you from an otherwise miserable death at the hands of Torbjorn.

“What?” Jeon Jungkook has the audacity to look scandalised, shiny eyes so wide and innocent they feel more as if they belong in an early 2000s anime.

You’re not even looking at him when you huff - too invested in your Overwatch game to give him the hell he deserves. All you manage is a swift don’t scare me like that! as you pump your tanks back to full health.

You notice Jungkook hasn’t moved away, still peering curiously over your shoulder. You know he hasn’t had much time to play lately, too involved with appearances for their comeback, his schedule too packed even for you some days. You don’t blame him when he pulls his chair up behind you, rolling into place so he’s just within your periphery.

It’s a little distracting; he smells good, like his - and by extension your - favourite laundry detergent and a fruity, nectarine-heavy shampoo you’d picked up for him when he’d run out of his usual. You notice then that his hair is wet, just the wrong-side of too damp with droplets beading over his neck. Moisture soaks into the top of his shirt and you think it might be more soaked than you can see; it’s hard to tell when it’s a jet black shirt, one of the many he keeps in your closet for the nights he stays over. You realise then that he must’ve been home far longer than you’d thought, if his freshly washed pink cheeks are any indication. (Because he takes seriously long showers, nearly doubling your water bill in the year you’ve been together.)

You want to ask what he’s doing here - you’d sworn he was busy for the next few days - but can’t find the adequate brain power to do so. You’re playing an incredibly high skill character (your words) and if you don’t get this goddamn shot on your Lucio to keep him up, your team is going to die (your ego’s words).

‘Ask Kook about his day’ gets scribbled on a paper on the desk in your head and filed away under To Do Later in your overflowing brainiac filing cabinet.

“Can we pleaaaaase focus their Zarya? She has grav.” Though you offer the tidbit of information, you don’t assume it’s going to be relied upon. Your team is well on their way to taking first point - surprisingly - and there’s still nearly three minutes left on the clock. If the six of you idiots can keep it together and kill that goddamn Zarya, there’s no doubt in your mind you’ll win the game.

Alas, fate is but a cruel mistress and said Zarya gets said grav off, sucking your own Russian tank and Tracer-turned-Soldier into her hell void. Not even your well-timed nade can save them from the Genji that dragon blades directly into their faces. Your poor Lucio dies to the same ult and you imagine you or your Widow are next. Your Hog’s just respawning, his lumbering silhouette not even on screen.

“Rip,” says your boyfriend - like the sound, not the letters - from beside you, a droplet of water splashing across your wrist when he shakes his head. He looks disappointed - as if he’s the one that’s lost the match. It makes you laugh, the sound tripping off your tongue despite the overwhelming rage you’re currently battling.

“Rip is right,” you mumble back, tossing yourself off the map. If you’re gonna die, it'll be on your own terms. Jungkook chuckles at that.

By the time you respawn, both you and Widow are joining a fight that looks like it’s going surprisingly well. There’s no one on point and you’re capping uncontested. Widow even headshots a wayward Moira.

“You should go top left.”

You don’t turn your head. Jungkook’s always been a bit of a backseat gamer, whether he’s watching your stream while he’s out of town or sitting right beside you. Sometimes, you love it; other times, you hate it. Most times, though, he’s right. He has surprisingly good game sense, despite being lower ranked than you (something you remind him of constantly, without shame).

“Can we go top left?” You parrot into your speaker.

For once, your team listens, most of them running up the sidewall with Widow right down main. Not for the first time you wish you were playing Mercy, if only to be able to damage boost your sniper while she distracts the enemy team. Still, you make due, taking your boyfriend’s next piece of advice when it comes, unsolicited. “You should be back right by the stairs. You can see up the hall and still heal Widow on top.”

You’d kiss him if you weren’t so intently focused, unable to tear your gaze from the screen when the enemy team seems to pluck their strategy directly from Jungkook’s skull and hold conservatively on point. Amazing.

“Your Zarya has grav. She’ll probably throw it on point so you should nade as soon as you get in and Widow can pick them off without full charge.”

If he were anyone else, you’d probably be giving him hell for mansplaining your favourite game to you. As it stands, you follow his instructions to the letter and the Team Kill marker flashes across your screen.

“Told you,” he quips, ever the snooty dork you adore.

“I was going to say thank you.” Just not right now. You can’t multitask quite like he can.

If you could look over, you think you’d see him grinning from ear to ear, buck teeth and dimples on full display. “I know.”

As it stands, the other team has trouble getting on point fast enough and you’re left with a whopping 3:56 left on the clock. Thank freaking god. You can win this, you think. Easy. No problem.

“Go Ana on defense.” At some point, Jungkook had gotten up to find a snack and he returns now, bag of shrimp chips in his hand and packet of matcha Pocky held between his teeth. You open your mouth for a stinky tasty treat and he shoves four crisps in, unceremoniously and with his signature dummy grin.

You manage to crunch crunch crunch through it all but shoot him a glare the entire time. He only smiles wider, all perfectly white enamel and enough cuteness to make your heart skip a beat.

“Do you just want to play?” You don’t mean it seriously. You don’t mind him watching and you know he enjoys pretending like he’s better than you. It’s a strange give and take but one that’s uniquely yours, built over nearly a year of online friendship and another year of a real-life relationship.

“Nah, I’m snacking.” He punctuates his response as a child would, shoving a handful of chips into his mouth. You wonder, briefly, why you love him so much when he’s a certifiable goon.

The third match begins and you’re not too proud to say you spend most of it following Jungkook’s directions. He tells you to sleep the enemy Genji trying to scale the right wall - you do. He tells you to nade once their Rein gets in because your own Rein is going to shatter - you do. He tells you to do the macarena and— okay, that, you don’t.

You sweep the match, leaving the other team without a single tick.

When it comes to the final round, he seems to have lost interest in the game, instead rolling himself back to his computer with a parting, wayward ruffle of your hair. You don’t blame him but you thank him nonetheless, blowing a kiss before he settles his headphones over his ears.

You, of course and unsurprisingly, win the game. There’s nothing like using a Sym portal onto point when they’ve got a Bastion set up off point and no shield to protect him from the back.

Satisfied, you don’t bother requeueing and instead force yourself into your boyfriend’s personal space, draping your arms across the idol’s neck as he scrolls through YouTube like a zombie. “We won,” you sing-song into his ear, proud and a little smug.

“Of course you did.” He sounds equally smug and you suppose the win does belong to the both of you. He’d been a great coach.

“What’re you doing here?” It’s pure curiosity offered in the form of a kiss to his cheek, fingers locked across the broad expanse of his chest. He’s delightfully warm beneath you, familiar and unyielding as you sink over the back of his computer chair. (You can feel the chair creaking as it reclines. You don’t care.)

“Whaddya mean?”

The look he levels you with makes you think you’ve grown a second head.

“Your schedule said you had a thing tonight.” You remember, because you’d been disappointed. Halloween was one of your favourite holidays and all you’d wanted was to watch some campy horror movies and use him as a personal eye shield and security blanket combo.

“We have a thing,” he states, like he’s talking to a moron. You know it isn’t meant meanly, too emphatic and amused to hurt your feelings.

When you echo his words (“We?”) you swear you see him roll his eyes in the reflection of his computer screen. Luckily, he laughs, sweet and cracky, somewhere high in his throat - a barking hyena. It’s so cute - your favourite thing in the world - that you don’t have it in you to shame him for it.

“Yeah, we,” Jungkook repeats around something close to a snicker. “Halloween party, baby. Seriously— you forgot?”

It’s then and there you have two crises: (a) you don’t have a costume and (b) Halloween party? You didn’t think idols had those. Weren’t they all too hip and cool to get together to dress up and act stupid?

(You know the answer is no. Exhibit A being the costume-wearing dance practices BTS put out.)

“I don’t have anything to wear.” It’s truly the one thing holding you back, creasing the soft skin between your brows to resemble a peach. It’s also nearing seven in the evening and you’re absolutely certain you’re not going to find something so late in the day.

To your surprise. Jungkook looks flabbergasted, that same you-have-two-heads stare wrought across his face. It’d be endearing if it were directed at anyone else but with it trained on you, it’s rubbing you and your confusion the wrong way. Why’s he looking at you like that? Why’s your memory so bad? Why hasn’t he said anything to answer all of life’s questions?

“You said you’d go as witch Mercy.”

All at once, you’re pulled back to the offhand conversation, the pleading in his eyes, your half-asleep acceptance. It’s the memory you’d lost somewhere along the way in upgrading your in-brain video game storage. A conversation had in bed, his cheeks so big and full of joy they’d waned his eyes into crescents, and your uncoordinated answer because you’d just wanted to go to sleep and not think about anything after indulging in a few too many mochi cream buns.

“I— don’t remember that.” You’re lying through your damn teeth. Your parents would be devastated, all their hard earned money wasted on the braces-straightened enamel that was now letting lies pass.

“But you did!” He’s like a kid being denied candy, rounded bottom lip dropping into a pout that should, frankly, be illegal. It’s far too powerful on him, paired with those Bambi eyes that scream don’t eat (hate/deny/etc.) me! You can only scowl at him, because you know your own puppy dog eyes only work 100% of the time half of the time whereas his track record was immaculate.

“Okay, but I forgot to get the—“

“I have it!”

Jeon Jungkook has an answer for everything, it seems.

“I picked it up on the way here. It’s in your room along with my costume.”

The knowledge of his own intrigues you, squarely centring your curiosity on that and not the fact that you apparently need to get tested for early onset dementia. “Who’re you going as?”

“You’ll see.”

Your costume is spectacular. You can’t even find it in yourself to put up much of a fight when your boyfriend reveals it like you’ve won the lottery, throwing his arms wide in a flourish.

It’s incredibly well made, intricately tailored in a way that makes you worry how much it costs. (When you bring it up to him, Jungkook simply shrugs. You think it’s as much a gift for you as it is for him.) It’s witchy and eye-catching, the belt hung across your hips clipped with an actual book - hollowed out, thank god but also poor thing. The hat that sits on your head is neatly crumpled, sitting at such an angle you worry whether you’ll need to avoid too-low door frames. Your wings - well, you’re almost too afraid to touch them; Jungkook has to help you pull them over your arms, falling into near hysterics when you twitch your elbow the wrong way and smack him right between the eyes.

“I don’t think I can pull this off,” you state, somberly, despite the fact that you’re not terribly self-conscious. (You were, once. Being in a relationship with someone that worships your body has helped with that.)

The top of your outfit is fitted, boned and ribbed and snapped together in all the right places. Leather stands in stark contrast to your skin - summer-soft and gently golden - and hugs curves that don’t quite exist, falling short in a way that has you glaring down at your own chest. You’ve never wanted a Playboy body but in this sort of costume, it practically demands it. (You try not to dwell on the fact that you’ve been conditioned to want to look like an impractically designed video game hero.)

From the foot of your bed comes a snort, a derisive sound that draws your attention. Jungkook’s unabashed in how he admires you, stare roving over every inch like he’s about to devour you. You’re not sure how you can feel so soft for him when he looks completely the opposite, jaw set and expression sharp. A Greek god carved from hardened honey, dressed in Balenciaga blue. “You look great, angel.”

Your heart skips a beat - plays a funny little game of tag with itself - and you can’t help the smile that comes, brought to life by his reassurance. It isn’t necessary to rebuff him then - eyes rolling, laugh spilling - but you do it anyway. “You have to say that. You’re my boyfriend.”

“I don’t have to say anything,” he retorts, levelling you with a look that has your insides molten. It’s the look that reads don’t test me but also I love you and you’re my idiot. It’s your favourite look in the world, lending wings to your flimsy heart. “You look great because you always look great, no matter what.”

“What about when you found me in the shower ?”

Jungkook hesitates then. He’s no liar and he had almost had a heart attack the first time it’d happened. He’d been minding his business, half-asleep and battling the need to piss, when he’d noticed you curled up in the bathroom. How he hadn’t realised you were missing from bed, he’s not sure. All he knew was that you’d terrified him, mentioning something about invading refrigerators when he was pulling his dick out of his boxers.

His scream was what had woken you up; yours was what had him bashing his head into the wall, foot slipping on the soft pink bathroom rug. You could laugh about it now but at the time, you’d thought he’d cracked his skull right open, shouting his name so loudly the neighbours had complained.

(Lucky for you two, they were a nice elderly couple who sometimes had you babysit their grandson. They’d laughed it off when you’d apologised with a loaf of fresh bread and a bandage wrapped around your boyfriend’s head.)

“Okay— that was scary. I thought you’d crawled out of the drain or something.” A shudder rolls through Jungkook’s body, shaking him from his shoulders all the way down to his knees. It’s a strangely adorable reaction from someone who looks like he could bench press you.

“You’re calling me the Grudge?” You’re deeply offended, gloved hands clasping over your chest as if to pull out the treacherous dagger he’s just lodged there. He only rolls his eyes, leaning forward to catch you in his arms; he’s relentless as he drags you to him, side of his face pressed to the bare skin of your thigh. His cheek’s searing but you’re not surprised; Jungkook ran hot, keeping you warm in winter and sweltering in summer. (Ah, the price you paid for love.)

“Yeah, you haunt me in my dreams.”

“That’s not the Grudge, Kook.” Your scoff earns you a pinch, right where the top of your stockings end. It blooms red beneath his fingers, a little reminder of his competitive I’m-never-wrong nature. You swat his hand away, not too bothered when it only finds a home elsewhere, hooked behind your knee. Jungkook had a habit of needing to be in constant contact. A little quirk of his you adored.

“I’m serious. You look—” You should clock the look on his face, the wiggle of mischief up his nose. A dead giveaway shining bright - a beacon. “—bewitching.”

If the book weren’t attached to your hip, you’d be clobbering him with it. Instead, you’re left to whack him with the equally intricate Caduceus staff, booping it over his shoulders. You feel like a certain shamanic mandrill, Jungkook the idiotic lion that’s asking for an earful.

“Shut up!” You’re laughing despite yourself and he is too, holding you so recklessly close it’s hard to hit him without hurting yourself. All part of his plan, you suppose. “You’re so freaking corny.”

“It’s because I’m a-maize-ing, ang—”

Another wap! to the head, shielded only by a tattooed hand that curls over his ear.

“Okay! Sorry!” Except he doesn’t look very sorry. More pleased that you’ve stopped the assault, dark hair pushed back from his forehead as he stares up at you. You hate how he’s so handsome - how you forget yourself when he smiles that smile, nearly yeeting your whole heart directly into the sun.

“Are you going to put on yours yet?”

It’s quarter past nine already and all you’ve done is rope him into eating some chapaguri - you’ve been obsessed with it since a few weeks ago - and play real life Witch Barbie. You have a feeling if you don’t get him into his own costume soon, you’re never going to leave the apartment. (Not that you really mind.)

Your boyfriend - bless his heart - pretends not to hear you, suddenly intently focused on an indiscernible spot past your hip. It’d be more believable if he was glued to his phone or doing anything remotely interesting. Instead, you stare down at him and count the seconds until he realises just how silly he looks. It usually comes around six, paired with a forced chuckle and that lisp you love.

Today, it comes after the fourth count.

“You’re gonna think it’s lame.” Well, of course you will. As his girlfriend - and one of his best friends, you’d like to think - it’s your relationship-given right to shame him for his more often than not absurd ideas. It’s what you deserve for suffering through all his bad jokes and 3 AM Instagram spams.

With a hand on his cheek, you squeeze the apple like you’ve seen a certain member do a million times. “So?”

He’s not really sure how to respond to that, mouth drawn into a pout that reminds you of children’s television show about penguins. It’s unfairly adorable. Still, you push. Jungkook’s bad at saying no to you - always has been, even before he really knew you. From “one more game!” to “bring me bingsu”, you always got what you wanted.

(Which wasn’t to say you asked for a lot. You were happy - more than that, ecstatic and over the moon - with the bare minimum. A selfie while on the plane, some shoddy cinematography during dance practice, a voicemail to wake up to. You didn’t love Jungkook for all the things he gave you; rather, you loved him for who he was, who he’d always been even before you knew who he really was.)

“Don’t laugh.” By the look on his face, you’re worried it’s something awful. The cheesiest thing in the world come to life to haunt you on your beloved spooky holiday.

It turns out to be the opposite: one of your favourite characters realised in the form of your achingly handsome boyfriend. He looks so good you’re not certain whether it’s your attraction to him or him in that particular guise that’s stronger. You figure it doesn’t matter one way or another. For tonight, they’re one and the same.

“Joker? Seriously?” You can’t hide the delight. It colours every syllable, sets them glowing like a neon sign.

Your boyfriend only rolls his eyes, as if he’d predicted this reaction. Dressed as he is, the movement is impossible to miss, brought into focus by the white domino mask. “Don’t sound so excited.” It’s an actual concern of his. He’s seen you sink upwards of ninety hours on the video game, playing it in the early hours when he’s fast asleep and you’re battling another night of insomnia.

Once, he’d asked whether you loved him or Joker more. He hadn’t liked the answer (joking as it was) and had spent the better part of the evening pouting.

This time, you’re sweet as pie, eyes so dark and twinkly he wonders whether he’s staring at the night sky. You wonder the same yourself almost every night, lost in the constellations of his irises. It’s the most intimate form of stargazing you can afford, a luxury you indulge in frequently. You’ve mapped the different formations, named them in honour of all the special moments you’ve shared; you think to label one for this night too.

“You look so good.” You don’t hesitate to brush his hair from his eyes. It’s still relaxing from the perm he’d gotten days ago, curling like classic calligraphy over his eyes. It’s surprisingly soft between your fingers, silk despite the constant heat styling. Bastard. “I can’t believe you’re going as Joker. You don’t even like Persona 5!”

By how Jungkook looks at you then - the same way he did the first time you met standing on the street corner in Dotonbori and a hundred more times since then - you realise it doesn’t matter. He’s dressed this way because you like the character.

“Oh,” you say, because there’s not much more to say. Nothing that needs to be said as he grins down at you, so heartbreakingly handsome you’ll never get used to it.

“Yeah,” he parrots back, a little smug.

Bangtan’s golden maknae is having the time of his life. He’s four cups deep into a game of beer pong that’s played like the Wimbledon classic, back hunched, jaw set. You’d think he was battling it out for the title of God of Beer Pong if you didn’t know better. (You suppose he is.)

“Angel, come here!” He’s giddy - slightly glazed in the eyes - as he waves you over, a red-gloved hand beckoning you to his side. Despite how good he looks in the costume - every weakness of yours encapsulated by the intricate dress shirt that hugs him like a second skin - the gesture is decidedly adorable, an eager puppy seeking unconditional love. There’s simply too much affection in his voice, so much sugar-spun love that you can’t deny him (even as you consider jumping his bones at a party full of people).

He’s shining as bright as the sun and you want nothing more than to live within his warmth.

With your fingers twined, he pulls you to him, drawing you tight against his side like he doesn’t need that same hand to throw another ball. You don’t mind. You know he’ll sink it even with his left hand.

“I’m winning,” he states, as if it weren’t wildly obvious by the fact all cups remain untouched on his side.

Across the table, Yugyeom’s eyes roll so far back you want to laugh. Jungkook’s competitive side is endearing at best and infuriating at worst. Luckily, his competition is enjoying himself too much to give him shit.

(He’s also probably too drunk to, given how badly he’s doing.)

“I see that.” You’re not a big drinker yourself but you like seeing Jungkook in his element. He thrives in this sort of setting, showing off all the talents he has and then some. It’s just another stage to him, somewhere he can prove himself (even if it’s over something as small as how good his bounce-shot is). “How many games have you won?” Because he’s been at this table for the last hour, dropping his competition like flies.

“All of them.” God, his ego. You know you shouldn’t stroke it but you can’t help it, brushing a hand through his tousled hair in the way he likes best. Fingers over his scalp, thumb rubbing soothing circles across the nape of his neck. He nearly melts then, tilting his head into the gentle caress.

“Good job, Kook.”

You’re so lost in your own little world that poor Yugyeom has to pull you both from it, launching a poorly-aimed white ping pong ball at the two of you. To no one’s surprise, it careens past your heads, hitting the wall behind you and disappearing off to god knows where.

“Can we play?” Again, that eye roll, visible just past the bandages that loosely wrap his cheeks. You know he’s only teasing, that he’s actually quite a fan of your and Jungkook’s dumb coupling (he’s told you), but you return his mockery with a raised hand, thumb and forefinger waving in salute.

“Losers don’t get to complain.”

The idol throws a hand to his chest, the gesture bordering on sloppy from the liquor that threads his limbs. Still, it’s cute, earning a sweet laugh from you and a witch’s cackle from your boyfriend. (How fitting.) “I’m hurt, Yoojin-ssi.”

It’s Jungkook’s turn to tease, brattiness flipped on like a haywire lightswitch. “No, you’re just bad at games!” He’s a sniggering schoolgirl, lines wrapping the delicate skin of his nose, streaking joy into the wrinkles beneath his eyes. Slightly-too-big front teeth are on full display, his expression the embodiment of an “uwu” emote.

That riles Yugyeom up, powder puff of hair bounding over to you before you have time to blink. In the next moment, your boyfriend’s half-wrestling with him, their arms locked around each other like some sort of weird four-limbed octopus. (Video game protagonist vs. hot mummy— who will win?) You jump back just in time, avoiding a wayward fist and laughing merrily. Idiots, the both of them.

“You guys have fun.” And then you’re gone, off to busy yourself with people who won’t accidentally give you a black eye or knock over the nearest thing not bolted to the ground.

You can still hear them tussling when you latch yourself to the back of a certain blond. He’s dressed like one of your greatest nightmares - an actual clown, drawing inspiration from a certain 2017 blockbuster - and yet somehow still manages to look good. You don’t understand it and frankly, you’re a little envious, but such was life.

“Jimin-ssiiiii.”

“Ahhhhhh, stop!” It’s the same reaction he always has, paired with wiggling shoulders and sweet laughter that bounces around the room and stirs to life your own. Indisputable and lovely, the sound is brighter than the sun or the lights that currently swing through the chandelier lights above your heads. “You two are ridiculous.”

“He’s ridiculous, not me!” You know it isn’t true. Separately, you and Jungkook were idiotic enough, finding humour in the silliest things (funny threads on r/Relationship_Advice and four year old Vines). But together? It was a two-person circus, graduate professors at clown college.

You absolutely loved it.

“Sure, sure,” the dancer hums, delightfully disbelieving as he takes another shot. One of three lined up across the counter, clear in little orange cups made to look like pumpkins. A whiff tells you they’re strawberry soju - your least favourite flavour. You decline with a wrinkled nose and waving hand when he offers you one. Jimin shrugs and downs the next, delicately wiping the corner of his mouth when he misjudges the pour. “Aren’t you drinking?”

You wiggle the half-empty Cass bottle in your hand in response and receive a scoff, different bottle - green, unopened - thrust into your other.

“Drink this!”

“You want me to drink an entire bottle?” You’re incredulous. Jimin’s seen you on the edge of intoxication and more than a little sloppy, giggling like a schoolgirl. It’s not unbecoming - you know better than to get blackout - but laughable nonetheless. Something to record and post on Snapchat with a voice-altering filter.

“It’s Halloween!” The pumpkin shot glass makes you go cross-eyed before he’s knocking it back too. “Live a little!”

Who are you to say no to the recent birthday boy? It would simply be bad manners and you were nothing if polite (though, you’re sure some might beg to differ - Yoongi, maybe?).

The remnants of your beer are swallowed down in the next moment, so quickly you almost choke on it. Your life flashes before your eyes, Jimin’s hand on your shoulder as he beats breath into your body. “Don’t die!” He cries, despite the fact that it’s his fist that’s making it worse, doubling you over with hacking coughs.

“K-Kook’s g-going to kill you—”

“No, you’re fine.” He’s reassuring you just as much as himself, laughing too loudly as you straighten up. You wonder how red your face is when he takes your place, slapping his own knee as he shakes with amusement. “Your face, oh— Your face.”

It’s not meant to be offensive but your buzzed brain demands payment for each giggle.

The base of the green bottle collides with the back of his knee - gentle, gentle - just hard enough to have him properly toppling over, collapsing onto the carpet like a frail old grandpa without his cane. You can’t help the snicker that careens off your liquor-laden tongue.

That is, until he’s pulling you down with him and the two of you are a giggling, giddy mess, tucked beneath the edge of the bar as you laugh together. It’s a chorus of sound, unrelenting and building the longer you both sit on the floor. Jimin’s practically hunched over, head caught between his propped up arms. You imagine it’s a funny sight - two people in their twenties acting like college freshmen.

“Baby?” It’s your boyfriend, amused and confused as he stares down at your and Jimin’s prone bodies. He’s got that dent between his brows, the colour of his eyes all but swallowed up by the way his cheeks press wide with his smile. “What’re you doing down there?”

“Just hanging out,” you answer, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. At your side, Jimin’s still trying to collect himself, parroting your words around his lungfuls of quieting laughter.

“Are you drunk?”

You’re not, but that doesn’t stop you from gasping, overdramatic and with your unopened bottle of soju held aloft. A modern day olive branch. “No?”

Jungkook snorts and then all at once, he’s close. Too close - smelling of beer and your favourite cologne of his, citrusy and woodsy and every other nice thing you like. It fills your senses just as his smile does, blindingly bright and bunny-like. Even behind the mask, his good looks take your breath away. You must be staring up at him idiotically, all one hundred and sixteen pounds of ooey gooey tenderness. “You sound drunk, angel,” he teases, warm red-covered palm coming to cradle your cheek. It sears heat everywhere it touches, guiding the same hue over your skin. It creeps up your chest and over your ears, standing in contrast to the material of his gloves. “Pretty.”

(He really is, you think.)

“Get a room,” comes Jimin from beside you. There’s no malice in his voice - just soft affection for a couple of lovesick idiots.

“That’s the plan,” Jungkook replies, as if he’d been waiting for the moment. It skips off his tongue and settles into your ears, tipping your head curiously as you stare at him. He’s never been very shy about wanting you - at least, not since you’d made things official, so many months ago - but you’re surprised by the insinuation. When he speaks again, you realise your brain has been rolling around in the gutter, fallen out of your ears like candy from a worn pillow case. “Want to head home?”

You do. You really, really do.

When you stumble into your apartment - the same one with the polka-dot welcome rug and crisp white paint - you realise you were perhaps wrong about how drunk you are. Everything’s coming at you quite quickly, the ground beneath your feet somehow suddenly rushing at you like Mach Five.

“Whoa—” There’s an impossibly solid warmth against your back, fingers locked around your wrists that feel more like flimsy chicken feet. “Careful.”

Your boyfriend’s keeping you upright while stepping out of his boots - impossibly expensive supple dark leather - and you’re giggling all the while, practically sinking against him as he does his best to shuffle his shoes away and get you further into the hallway. “Sorry,” you offer in a terrible stage whisper, smiling wide when you catch sight of his, small and endlessly amused. It slips across his face even as he tries to bite it back, warring with the patience he holds in spades.

“Let’s just get these off.” He means the boots - the intricate, vaguely absurd things that creep up almost the entirety of your leg, neatly wrapped and knotted midway up your thigh. Dexterous as he is, it’s a task to unravel the strings and thread buttons when you’re weighing on him like a bag of bricks.

You’re fumbling for the tops, haphazardly smacking his hands away. “Here, let me.”

Somehow, you manage to get them off in what feels like record time. (In reality, it takes a good five minutes of futility before they’re left on the ground and Jungkook’s swept you into his arms, seemingly over waiting for you to do much else.)

“Oh, my prince charming,” you tease, clinging to him like a koala. You’re locked around him, practically suffocating him, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He’s used to it when you’re this way, just a little too much liquid courage turning your level of affection to eleven. “Or are you the court jester? That’s what Joker is, right?” It’s a joke and a bad one at that. Still, your boyfriend indulges you, depositing a forced laugh against your shoulder as he navigates to your bedroom.

“You’re drunk.” He says it more kindly than you expect. Perhaps even more kindly than you deserve. You know he’s not exactly sober himself, his gaze verging on heavy-lidded. There’s sleepiness blending seamlessly with intoxication, softening the edge of his jaw, the narrow of his stare. It’s terribly tender, skipping your heart when you look at him dead on.

It comes without thought. You have to tell him. Your drunk brain and your puppy dog heart demand it. “I love you.”

Jungkook returns the confession with humour, eyes sparkling despite the haze of alcohol that dims them down. As always, he indulges you, giving you support in the form of his heart and his hands. (Literally, he’s still holding you even though you’ve reached your destination.) “Love you too.”

“Is it time for bed?” You’re surprisingly tired, despite the fact that you’d slept until late in the afternoon. You certainly wouldn’t mind falling face first into your mattress.

“You need a shower first.” It’s a simple statement of fact, you know that. You’ve got at least ten pounds of makeup on and your hair’s the furthest thing from soft and silky, carefully coiffed to mimic Mercy’s signature style. You still pretend like you’re just a bit offended, scowling into the face of your boyfriend even as he rolls his eyes, already somehow able to read the words written into your expression. “I meant we and no, I’m not calling you stinky.”

He’s stolen your thunder, as he so often does. You pout, as you so often do.

“Okay,” you relent, finally, moving to rest your head against his shoulder. You could get down - walk on your own two tired feet - but you’re enjoying the closeness, how warm and real he feels in comparison to the swimming surroundings. “Will you wash my hair?” You don’t really need to ask but do anyway, because you like the sound of his voice when it’s so close.

“You know I will.” Because he always does when you shower together (and it falls on a designated hair washing day - that was important).

You offer your thanks with a kiss, laid right over the jumping pulse in his neck. When Jungkook hums in acknowledgment, you feel the way the muscles constrict, his Adam’s apple jumping beneath your lips. You zero in on it with laser precision, mouthing over his throat. Somewhere above you - against the shell of your ear - he exhales a laugh, breath hot.

“We’re showering, baby.” As if that’s meant to stop you. He, more than anyone, should know how adamant you get, singularly focused on whatever’s got your attention. He’s been on the receiving end of it more than enough times, strung into playing another one, two, ten matches of Overwatch or hunting down the limited edition Funko Pops that now sit proudly on your white shelf (and behind your plants and on the ledge by the front door).

“We can shower and have fun,” you mumble into the expanse of his chest. He’s so pleasantly warm, unyielding and firm and so, so comfortable. You think you could live in the feeling of his arms. (You’re lucky you get to.) You don’t even mind the sudden cold of the counter or the space that forms between you when he sets you down, because he’s still caging you in where it matters most. “Right, JK?”

It’s a nickname you rarely use now - one that only comes out in times of desperation. You’ve never quite understood why it affects your boyfriend the way it does, stuttering the rhythmic beating of his heart, but you love it nonetheless. It makes you grin, high on power and giddy with nothing but sweetness.

He’d explained it to you once. Jay was how you’d met him, the version of himself you’d loved first. Jungkook was the side of himself he’d wanted to give you but couldn’t. JK was the in-between - the chaos and the calm. Hearing you say it brought back all the memories of year one and he liked that. You could only laugh at his sentimentality and tuck the piece of knowledge somewhere deep, to be pulled out in instances like this.

“Right, angel.” You don’t miss the colour on his cheeks - so pretty you reach your hands out to cup them, squishing them between your palms like an old grandmother testing a watermelon. You continue to hold him until he pulls your hands from his face, guiding them to the edge of the counter with gentle pressure. “Gotta get undressed to shower,” he chides, that twinkle in his eye that makes it hard to look away.

Really, how can he expect you to do anything when he’s got an entire unexplored galaxy hidden in his irises? It’s an absurd ask.

“Or I’ll help you.”

Your clothes fall away while you’re still staring up at him.

First, the gloves, peeled from your fingers with utmost care. Kisses fill the spaces between each finger, passed from knuckles to wrist, all the way up to your elbow. You squirm when his teeth graze the sensitive underside of your bicep. He stifles a snicker into the skin.

Next goes your cape and wings, hung on the door handle. His mouth warms the suddenly bare skin, pressing affection into the line of your shoulder, up over your neck. You don’t squirm this time, instead humming a noise of delight. You hardly notice when the corset goes next, undone by surprisingly nimble inked digits. There’s hardly a moment to savour the freedom - you can finally breathe - when his hands replace the cups, palms eager over your chest. He doesn’t hesitate to hold you, pinching your perked nipples with a sly grin.

“I thought we were going to shower.” The words are barely out before turning breathless, stolen by the way he easily palms your breast, dropping his face into the crook of your neck.

“We are, angel,” Jungkook teases, rolling your bud between his thumb and forefinger, other hand moved to splay across the now-bare small of your back. It’s almost embarrassing how easily you fall into him, drawn against him like a moth to a flame. “Just need to get you warmed up first.”

“The shower’ll be warm,” you say - or think you say, anyway. It isn’t quite articulated, half your brain left somewhere at the party (or maybe caught dead centre in the coil that’s tightening in your stomach).

“Do you want me to stop?” It’s so quiet you almost miss it, too distracted by how he slips the rest of your costume off. Shorts, thong, stockings, silly witch’s hat. “Tell me if you want me to stop, baby.” Ever the gentleman, he’s patient, meeting your glazed stare with something close to concern. You almost laugh in his face then - stopping short only when you note just how serious he is, the tell-tale set of his jaw shining like a familiar beacon.

You return your hands to his face, palms cradling his chin like he might break otherwise. “I never want you to stop.”

That’s all Jungkook needs before he’s slotting himself between your legs, mirroring your motion with hands creeping up the side of your neck, fingers ascending into the roots of your hair. He holds you close and kisses you like it’s all he’s ever wanted. “I love you,” he breathes, speaks against the corner of your mouth.

You parrot the words back at him and he grins, stepping away in the next moment. He laughs when you pout, offering a kiss in apology as he undoes the buttons of his dress shirt, slipping the soft cotton off. You stop then, entranced by the revealed skin, how it shifts with each adjustment of muscle, sinew tight over his arms and shoulders. You wonder, not for the first time, how you’d managed to luck out so spectacularly.

“Start the shower.”

You hop down with the direction, slipping past him to do exactly that. You don’t miss the way he rotates, brings himself closer as you move away. The magnetism is undeniable - always has been.

“I love you,” he states, again, bare against your back as you hover by the edge of the glass door, one hand stuck past to test the slow-warming stream. He’s solid, familiar and comfortable, as he slinks his arms back around you, heat burning the shape of his hands over your ribs, the shape of your hip. You think he might mark himself there, just as neatly as the floral ink does. You wouldn’t mind.

The water is welcome, bathing the both of you in steam when you step inside. It’s an incredibly relaxing feeling, being caught between the spray and the hard body behind you. You hum a noise of pure delight, turning your face toward the one that nuzzles itself into your neck, and bring your hands to rest over his, fingers slotting between ink.

“Hair?” You’re not in a terrible rush but you like redirecting his attention (pretending to, at least) - the teasing that formed the base of your relationship presenting itself in the quiet reminder. It earns the laugh you expect, muffled into your hair, featherlight over the delicate shell of your jewelled ear.

“Patience, baby.” It’s something Jungkook tends to say a lot, whether waiting in queue in Overwatch or in bed, with you a complete mess. He repeats it easily, like he’s the poster boy for the virtue. (He isn’t.)

“What am I waiting—” The question dies, swallowed whole by the gasp he draws from you with a wandering hand. Fingers slip across your stomach, digits deftly seeking out warmth as if you weren’t already enveloped in it. It’s a touch that’s tantalisingly slow, unfairly light, but it still makes you keen when it drags over your lips. A single digit pushes past muscle - so shallow you’re not sure you’re not just imagining it - before retreating, dragging your slick back up to your clit. The moment the pad of his finger makes contact with the sensitive bundle of nerves, you almost jump. Would, if he weren’t caging you with his other arm.

You feel the cold of his teeth bared against your neck then, the throaty laugh that pulls out of his chest and deposits itself into your hair. “Patience,” he repeats, swirling his fingers over your clit, his mouth moving in tandem with the twist of his wrist. He peppers love and affection in the form of kisses, presses devotion with the edge of his teeth, soothes all your nerves with a sweep of his tongue.

“Kook,” you sigh, already well on your way to being a boneless mess. There’s tingling in your toes, fizzing in your stomach, butterflies in your chest. A whirlwind of emotion and sensation that he stirs to life effortlessly.

“Relax for me.” You do so because it’s easy, because he’s so devastatingly good to you.

The figure eights skating over your clit cease, fingers dropping further down to nestle against your cunt. He pauses there, almost experimentally flexing against the muscle that aches and clenches around nothing, eager for more. You think he’s smirking by the way his lips form with his kisses, a little lopsided and devilish. (You wish you could see him.)

A single digit enters you then, to the third knuckle as if your body was made for this, for him. (It was.) He coos against your neck when a garbled mess skips off your tongue and nearly laughs when another slips in alongside it, turning the mess into nonsense. Despite how badly you want it - need it, really - it’s a sensation that’s too much and not enough all at once, toeing the line between pleasure and pain.

It was how Jungkook loved you - recklessly, shamelessly, in no half measures. With more love than you could ever hope for, giving you things you didn’t even know how to ask for.

“Relax, angel,” comes as he begins scissoring both fingers inside you, stretching you out with an otherworldly amount of care. Even your neglected clit is given some sort of relief - anything to ease the sting of two long fingers - his thumb gliding over it with each stretch of your walls. He knows exactly where to touch you, how much pressure to apply, and you’re melting, lost in the feeling.

When he’s had enough and he curls his fingers within you, seeking out that particular spot, you’re trembling, caught off guard. Heat builds quickly with the precision of which he taps against that spot; it starts low in your back, climbing each vertebrae of your spine until you’re quivering in his arms.

“K-Kook.” It’s both a plea and a demand, nonsensical as he guides you through your orgasm, keeping you upright against him when your knees feel like they might give out.

“I’ve got you.” And he does - hook, line, and sinker. He holds you steady as the pleasure crashes over your head, keeps you anchored to the here and now and the pleasure that rolls through you like a relentless wave. It sinks beneath your skin, settles heavy into every atom, and he never lets you go. He’s got you.

When sensation returns - slowly, so slowly it feels like you’re stuck in the Twilight Zone - you only want to turn. See him, hold him, whisper sweet nothings as you kiss him silly and thank him for his service. Instead, you’re held in place, two hands firm upon your hips even as you crane your neck to look over your shoulder at him. You should recognise the look on his face. “Kook?”

“My turn.” It’s a statement more than anything, a kind heads-up as he nudges you forward. There’s that same twinkle in his eye, the only source of light around the pupil that’s blown out, otherwise engulfing the constellations he so normally offers you. It’s a black hole and one you’d gladly get lost in. “Hands on the wall, baby.”

You’d never been one for shower sex - it’s too small a space, too much happening at once, a guaranteed freak accident waiting to happen - but you can’t deny him when he asks so nicely. (It really hadn’t been that nice but you were a certified sucker for one Jeon Jungkook.)

Hands find themselves on the wall, palms flat, fingers splayed. In the same instance you wiggle your hips, there’s a ghosting touch over your spine. It trails up and down, soothes the residual heat that lingers, and then slips higher, palm gentle over your throat. His thumb rubs reassuring circles over the nape of your neck, pressing gently into the sensitive spot behind your ear. It’s distracting and you realise much needed when he sinks into you with one fluid press of his hips, filling you so full you can’t help the gasp that bounds past your lips and bounces around the glass enclosure. “Oh fuck,” he sighs, his grip on your hip tightening incrementally.

He sounds like sin and feels like heaven.

“Always so good for me.” Another thing he says, often and without prompting. It still feels just as good the umpteenth time, sparking pride deep in your chest as he pulls out and drives himself back in, staring in rapt fascination at where your bodies meet. “Always so perfect for me.”

“Because I love you,” you quip, more than a little out of breath and jostled by the way he thrusts into you, measured and with enough force to shake your legs.

“Love you too, angel.” He doesn’t need to say it back - you know, can feel it by how he holds you, drives you to brink of insanity with his cock - but he does it anyway. He always says it back, no matter what, even if he’s half-asleep or distracted. He’ll never stop saying it.

The hand on your hip falls, slinks across your hip and between your legs, and you’re pushed further forward, his feet gently kicking yours further apart. Jungkook assaults your clit then, timing each pass with each thrust. An attempted glance back has fireworks going off before your eyes, specks of pleasure lighting up your vision; it’s a technicolour lightshow, framing the way his face scrunches, brow set and jaw hard. He’s determined, focused on bringing you to another orgasm before he hits his own high. You assist him as best you can, swiveling your hips and grinding back against him even as the coil pulls impossibly tight in your stomach, barely held together by threadbare strings.

“Kook,” you whine when the tension becomes too much, hands scrabbling across the wall of the shower. The same overwhelming tingle sparks beneath your skin, entire body trembling like a leaf when the head of his cock brushes that spot inside you at just the right angle.

He doesn’t relent, rhythm turning almost punishing as he drives you over the edge, launching you headlong into your second orgasm. You’re not sure how you stay upright, near sobbing when you crash into euphoric bliss, neither his fingers nor his thrusts ceasing. It’s almost too much and yet you know how close he is, so you push back, whimper words you know he wants to hear.

“P-please, Kook. Please.” You’re reaching a hand back, desperate to interlace your fingers with his. He gives in easily, catches your hand in his own and plants it on the swell of your hip as he chases his own release with desperation. “Come for me, Kook. Fill me up.”

Jungkook does just that, balls tight as he spills himself inside you, hand at your throat so tight you’re seeing stars. Somehow - with the feeling of him grinding into you, overcome with so much sensitivity - you come for the third time, crying very real tears as the sensation washes over you. It’s weaker than your first two but unravels you all the same, seeping the energy from your limbs. You’re grateful for how well he knows you and the fact he catches you before your arms collapse, pulling you to him with gentle movements.

“I love you,” he whispers against your temple, out of breath and sweat-slick despite the water that rains down upon you.

“I love you,” you answer, pressing a kiss to the hand that still twines with yours. “But I still need you to wash my hair.” It’s cheeky and you know it so you don’t even mind when he bites into the meat of your shoulder, leaving a pretty red mark that’ll bloom for the next few days. “Ow!”

“You’re a brat.” Said even as he’s reaching for your shampoo bar, teasing it through your roots with practiced movements. He’s careful despite his scathing tone, gentle despite how he glares at you from the corner of your periphery. Each tangle is neatly undone and not a single bubble gets in your eye, much to your joy.

“I thought I was an angel.” You’re taking a page out of his book, speaking in fluent pout.

He catches your lips with his own, pushing your lathered up head beneath the steady stream when he withdraws and speaks. Suds run across your cheeks, eyes shielded only by the hand he keeps steady along your hairline. Even so mean, your boyfriend is still terribly nice. “You’re my angel - but you’re still a brat.”

You can’t argue with that.

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The Zoom Halloween Party

⇢ and beyond timeline (after crystallised)

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kim seokjin x reader // slice of life, humour // 2,556 words

a/n; thank you to all the anons who gave me ideas for this halloween drabble, it wouldn’t exist without you!

“I have to say your costumes are pretty lame this year, you guys.”

“We’re having a Halloween party over fucking zoom, forgive us for not going all out.”

Seokjin bit straight away, unable to help it. He and Namjoon were like cat and mouse at all times, but even you had to admit to being offended by your friend’s dismissal.

Halloween was finally here, and while you couldn’t celebrate in person together, the marvels of technology were letting you celebrate virtually – although this was more like a Halloween hang out than a Halloween party.

“I’m just saying,” Namjoon shrugged. “Hoseok went all out for his.”

You looked over at Hoseok’s screen, watching him smile smugly. You had to admit he made a great Joker, but it was also the year 2020... He and his girlfriend, Nora were like two years behind with the whole Joker and Harley Quinn gimmick, it was old now.

Seokjin rolled his eyes, willing to argue black and blue. “It’s only good because his mom helped him with the makeup.”

“Oh shut up, you’re just jealous because me and Hoseok will win best dressed tonight!” Nora scoffed under Hoseok in her own little screen.

Pouting like a baby, your boyfriend crossed his arms. “I’m not voting for you.”

“If anything, I should win. I make a mighty fine Batman.”

Attention back on Namjoon now, you all had to agree. But maybe that was because everyone was feeling sorry for him tonight. He was after all, the only single one amongst you. There was Jin and you, Lina and Jimin, Hoseok and Nora, and even though Sandeul was on his own tonight, he had Jess, who was working the night shift tonight. Two months ago there had also been Namjoon and Hana, but not anymore... Let’s just say Namjoon wasn’t having the best of time lately... Getting dumped during a pandemic wasn’t ideal. So he’d paired with Hobi and Nora tonight in some sort of DC-esque collab. He was definitely winning best dressed tonight, but maybe he’d see it as a pity vote…

“You’re body looks amazing in that suit, Joon,” you complimented, hearing Lina hum in supportive agreement.

“Hey!” Seokjin exclaimed, sounding mighty offended as he looked your way. You were smushed together on the couch, the takeout you’d ordered on your laps, but you were pretty full now, a belly full of wine already.

“The devil and an angel though.” Jimin’s voice sounded awfully judgemental. “Come on guys, so basic.”

“Well, who the hell did you to come as?” Seokjin was loud.

“Zombie Jim Halpert and Pam Beesly,” Lina replied as if your boyfriend was dumb.

“Lame,” Seokjin scoffed. “Half of these guys haven’t even watched The Office.”

“It’s a way more original idea than yours.”

You scoffed. “Um, this is the epitome of everyone’s sexual fantasy, I’ll have you know.”

“Whose?!” Lina roared, wrinkling her nose. She and Jimin were also squished together, but on his bed, the camera angle giving you an amazing shot of their chins... Not that you would tell your best friend that, of course.

“We all know what they’re doing after this then,” Sanduel stated. He was dressed as some character from a game he and Seokjin played (a lot.) Nerds.

“Stop,” Hoseok whined. “Does that mean you guys fucked as The Addams family couple last year?”

“Of course it does,” Namjoon replied matter-of-factly.

“Jesus.”

Ah yes, you two really had out done yourselves last year for Namjoon and Hoseok’s joint Halloween party. Thinking about it maybe your devil and angel costumes were quite lame this year…

“As if you didn’t guess,” Lina laughed. “They were reciting all those weird lines practically dry humping in the kitchen at one point.”

That was your cue, slamming into action, although as luck would have it you had re-watched The Addams Family two nights ago. You gripped Seokjin’s face, yanking him to look at you. “Seokjin, last night you were unhinged.” You began dramatically. “You were like some desperate, howling demon. You frightened me.” A pause for effect. “Do it again!”

Seokjin took your hand, in character immediately. He leaned down to kiss your knuckles. “Cara mia.”

You opened your mouth, ready to purr out mon cher in your best French accent but you were interrupted by Namjoon’s gagging noises. “That’s it, I’m leaving.”

Seokjin snapped his head around, unamused. “Bye.”

Everyone laughed… just before Hoseok sighed. “Aw, this makes me so depressed. I miss last year, when things were simpler.”

“This was the worst year to officially become an adult.” Nora joined in with a whine.

They were 100% correct. There couldn’t have been a worse year to graduate… The past few months had been so stressful but thankfully you were now in a much more stable place. Granted, you hadn’t been able to start the post-graduate internship you’d bagged right before the pandemic hit yet but eventually it would happen, and in the meantime you still had your retail job – and your savings.

Seokjin had truly lucked out, although his job at his father’s company had been set in stone since high school. He was working remotely until the end of the year (hopefully), rocking that business on top, casual down bottom fashion that he was so gleefully fond of – think a dress shirt and sweatpants ensemble – but you were so incredibly proud of him for adjusting so well after this shitfest of a year. He was your sexy, serious businessman.

Your friends hadn’t been as lucky though – well, mainly Hoseok and Namjoon who had recently moved back home with their parents while they job hunted. (That’s why the former and Nora were on separate screens – she still lived close by for work.) Lina hated her new job and Jimin still had a year left at college, so maybe he was better off at the moment... Sanduel and Jess were okay too, and had recently moved in with one another, leaving you and Seokjin to… follow suit…

It came as a surprise to you both, but it made more sense than the two of you living alone. You’d already grown used to it during those couple of months of lockdown at the start of the year and it felt weird after he’d left... It was a big step, but an easy one once you’d found the most perfect apartment to rent together. (You couldn’t officially live with one another in that shoebox of an old apartment, but it had been sad to leave it – you’d shared so many good times there.) It had only been about six weeks since you’d become official roomies, but you were loving every second of domestic bliss. Despite this crazy year, things were on the up, and you were very happy.

“Now we’re freshly graduated bums.” Namjoon moaned, knocking back the last of his beer.

Seokjin laughed. “Speak for yourself.”

“We can’t all have a CEO for a dad,” Namjoon shot.

“That sounds like a you problem.”

You pushed at your boyfriend’s shoulder, silently telling him to behave. Where was the sympathy for his heartbroken friend?

“At least you’re not stuck doing online classes.” Jimin piped up.

“I’d actually kill to be back there,” Namjoon chuckled. “I’m sick of receiving rejection emails.”

“Don’t give up hope, bro.” Hoseok told him. “I have an interview next week so fingers crossed.”

Nora squealed. “I hope you get it, babe. You need to get your ass back here. I miss you.”

You all missed him. And Namjoon. Even if you couldn’t all hang out like you were once able to, it was strange to think they were both living in different cities now. Last year seemed like an eternity ago, all you had were memories and even then they were murky.

“Guys, please,” Namjoon wailed, forehead hitting the screen as he threw forward dramatically. “One of us is single here.”

“Sorry.”

In fact, you all felt the need to apologise, a string of them following for no real reason other than you felt really bad for the guy. You knew he’d find a job soon, that wasn’t the problem really – whatever the company they’d be a fool to turn him down – you were just concerned about his mood. Getting dumped had come out of the blue so he was still adjusting, all while his life turned upside down in other ways too.

He hadn’t lost all sense of humour though, his trademark smirk growing across his face a few moments later. “So who will end up fucking on camera first?”

Amongst the groans, Sanduel scoffed. “Probably Mr and Mrs. Devil.”

“I’m an angel,” you corrected, a glass of wine back in your hand now. “Also, why would we fuck on camera? You guys don’t deserve the show.”

“God, you’re so drunk,” Lina screeched. She wasn’t exactly sober herself. Beside her Jimin winced at the volume.

“Of course I’m drunk, Lina, this is the first proper chance I’ve had in months.” Getting drunk alone was pretty miserable, now you had an excuse.

“So it’s definitely them who’ll start fucking first…” Hoseok muttered.

Seokjin heard him loud and clear though. He hooked his arm around your shoulders, pulling you against him. “Yeah if we leave randomly you know this angel got horny for some devil dick.”

“Seokjin!” You exclaimed, pushing at his chest. He just laughed, reaching down to kiss you.

He did look mighty fine dressed as a devil though. Yeah, the red cape was basic but so were your angel wings and halo, but with his dark hair pushed back above his forehead, two red devil horns visible and his eyeshadow off the scale (your doing), he made a very, very sexy Satan!

Jimin pulled a face. “You’re actually going to fuck in those costumes, aren’t you?”

“Of course we are.” Seokjin rolled his eyes. “That’s what Halloween’s all about.”

“No, it’s not,” Nora laughed.

“I don’t know why you’re all so surprised,” Sandeul sighed before shovelling down some candy corn.

“You know them better than anyone,” Namjoon chuckled.

“I was the first to know! Sworn to secrecy for weeks!”

“Yeah, and she didn’t tell me for so long,” Lina whined. Even though it was ages ago now you were still pretty sure she was salty about it.

Hoseok snickered. “It was because she was embarrassed to be fucking him.”

You scoffed, about to refute his claims but Sanduel had more to say apparently. “And then I had to deal with Jin moping around when she dumped him for that basketball player.”

“She didn’t dump me,” Seokjin protested. “We won’t together then.”

“Bro, you were still moping though.”

“Awh, you guys,” you whined, running your fingers through the hair on the back of Seokjin’s head. “Stop teasing him.” You leaned in to kiss his cheek but he moved, stealing one from your lips instead.

“Great Deul, you’ve started them off again.” Hoseok moaned.

“I don’t care anyway. The amount of times I’ve heard them going at it has made me immune.”

“Sanduel, we’re not that bad!” You complained, leaning forward to place your glass down on the coffee table.

Seokjin had your back. “As if we haven’t heard you and Jess fuck before.”

That however was not at all interesting to your friends though. They blatantly ignored it for a more interesting direction of topic.

“Did you ever catch them?” Jimin asked, sounding weirdly excited.

“No actually, which is baffling.”

“You nearly did – multiple times,” Seokjin informed him, which instantly turned Sanduel grey. Not bothered, my ass.

“Why are you guys so obsessed with our sex life?” You whined loudly. Was theirs that boring?

“Ooo, let’s play a game!!” Lina exploded suddenly, sitting up, her head now cut off from the screen. “Who’s the freakiest!!!”

Seokjin turned to you gleefully. “We got this in the bag, babe.”

In your eyes, the questions were quite tame, so yes, you and Seokjin really were scoring first place left and right. Although you had a hunch Lina was holding back information. As her best friend you knew what she was like and she was being awfully quiet for someone who’d suggested the game…

“Where’s the weirdest place you’ve ever boned?” Nora asked, six questions in.

Seokjin didn’t even need a second. “Namjoon’s bedroom.” Your eyes bulged immediately, surprised he’d gone there.

“What?” Namjoon choked.

“Sorry, man. It just kinda happened.” Seokjin glanced at you, deeply amused. Poor Namjoon didn’t need more bad news.

“You guys have fucked in my bedroom?”

“Well, technically it’s not your bedroom anymore, but yeah,” you shrugged.

“When?”

The third degree was real. “A while back.”

“What the fuck you guys,” he groaned, his face a picture. “And you didn’t think to tell me?”

“You don’t even know the half of it.” Lina couldn’t help but add.

“You, be quiet!” You warned, although you knew she wouldn’t spill. Your secret was safe with her.

Namjoon was looking more and more scared by the second. “What the fuck did you guys do in there?” Seokjin just laughed loudly. “Did you at least clean up?” He got no reply. He was deadly serious with his next question. “Did you make Ryan watch?”

“Namjoon!” Seokjin cried, practically wiping tears from your eyes. Maybe he was more drunk than you… You hadn’t realised. “He’s a stuffed animal.”

“That plush is all I have now.”

“Pity, the guy’s recently been dumped. This is bullying,” Hoseok interrupted, sticking up for his friend.

“It’s not,” your boyfriend insisted.

“Aw, Namjoon, I’m sorry,” you apologised, feeling guilty now. How could you make it up to him? “When all this is over you can come over and fuck someone in our bedroom.”

“What,” Seokjin protested. You ignored him.

“Who though?” Namjoon asked, sounding sad.

“You’ll meet someone new soon enough.” Lina reassured him. “You’re any girls dream guy.”

He perked up at that. “You think so?”

“Legit, man,” Jimin joined in.

“Wait,” Sandeul interrupted, seemingly realising something. “Is the costume roleplay exclusive to Halloween?”

… Of course the conversation was back on you and Jin…

“Why?” You asked.

“Because Namjoon had a fancy dress party for his birthday last year…”

Seokjin shrugged. “Any celebration.”

Sanduel instantly looked disgusted. “So you guys fucked as The Incredibles couple?”

You and Seokjin didn’t reply, but your faces said it all.

Namjoon groaned loudly. “I want to scoop my brain out.” Then he thought of something. “Was it in my bedroom?”

“Noooo!”

“Yes.”

You both replied at the same time and you pushed Seokjin. Now he was just purposely teasing his friend.

“Who’s lying?” Namjoon demanded, but Sanduel was too busy going through it, distracting you all.

“The Incredibles is my favourite childhood movie, man, now I feel gross. I can’t watch it ever again because I’ll imagine you two trying to superhero fuck.”

Your friends were way too dramatic. It wasn’t even a big deal, they were making it out to be way kinkier than it was, and Seokjin wasn’t helping matters. You were literally just having normal sex dressed up. That’s all.

“This game has taught me I’m best friends with a bunch of vanilla ice creams,” Seokjin tutted. “It’s called having fun. Something you guys can’t seem to do.”

“You all suck!” You agreed.

Hm, maybe you were just as guilty as your boyfriend… It was just too damn amusing goading your friends…

#bts fanfic #seokjin fanfic #jin fanfic #floralseokjin:writings #fic:crystallised

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artaefact · 3 years

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aftermath?

↳ when he’s dragged out of his man cave to watch the fireworks

➳ 355 words | fluff-ish, slice-of-life au | jeon jungkook & his own thoughts | pg-15 | no warnings besides jungkook’s inner sassy monologues

author’s note: soo this is basically an extra epilogue to bakery 1995 and grinchly, yours. in jungkook’s pov !! (p.s. ‘_____’ is the y/n from bakery 1995) and there are mentions of the two pairings from those stories! happy reading💖

prompt: new year’s eve | event masterlist

Jungkook is feeling sick. And sad. And lonely. Indeed a perfect combination.

He wonders what he has done wrong to deserve this. _____, his best friend, along with Jimin himself, had dragged him out of his man cave just when he was approaching the next level of his game. One minute he was full of energy and the next, everything just went down the drain and Jungkook feels like the walking dead now.

Grumbling incoherently, he glares at the couples — Hobi hyung and his scary girlfriend, and Jimin hyung and _____ — as he petulantly stews his anger in the middle of a hill in his thick puffer jacket while waiting for the annual fireworks.

But in all honesty, Jungkook prefers the comfort of his man cave instead of being out here in this freaking cold weather where he swears his nose is going to get stuffy and also, being forced to watch his friends make out.

Hell, why didn’t any of his friends at least bring someone along that’s not, you know, disgustingly in love. Maybe then he can have a nice conversation to spend the time before the fireworks. After all, he was the one who helped his friends find ‘love’ by knocking in some senses into their awfully dense heads.

Exhaling into the cold air, Jungkook fishes out his phone from his jacket scrolling through social media and even Google — anything to distract himself from the lovebirds near him. Spending the entire summer time, then the winter, watching them being so frustratingly oblivious is more than enough. It even makes Jungkook think for a moment if ‘love’ can destroy his brain cells.

Mindlessly, he scrolls through his phone and the clock has hit two minutes before midnight. But Jungkook doesn’t really care about celebrating. Why celebrate another new year when it’s bound to give you more stress?

11:59 PM

“Huh…” He mumbles, thumb scrolling through his screen and—

12:00 AM

“HUH?!” He shouts, eyes nearly popping out of his sockets as he reads news of a certain nemesis coming to his town, just in time when the fireworks go off.

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jamaisjoons · 5 years

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special package | jhs ft knj

⏤ 𝚜 𝚞 𝚖 𝚖 𝚊 𝚛 𝚢 : while on tour, your boyfriend sends you a special gift to make you feel less lonely

⏤ 𝚙 𝚊 𝚒 𝚛 𝚒 𝚗 𝚐 : boyfriend!namjoon x reader x sexbot!hoseok

⏤ 𝚐 𝚎 𝚗 𝚛 𝚎 : smut, lowkey (highkey) crack

⏤ 𝚠 𝚘 𝚛 𝚍 𝚌 𝚘 𝚞 𝚗 𝚝 : 9k

⏤ 𝚠 𝚊 𝚛 𝚗 𝚒 𝚗 𝚐 𝚜 : mutual masturbation, directed female masturbation, male masturbation, phone/video sex, dirty talk, breast/nipple play, cum play/eating, dom!Namjoon bless, sub!Reader, squirting, use of sextoys (i think because I guess hobi is a sex toy?), hobi with a GIANT and I mean MASSIVE cock, blowjob, handjob, praise, deepthroating, gagging, face fucking, lots of cum, like gallons of cum, fingering, pussy eating, overstimulation, ass eating, ass fingering, penetration, riding, unprotected sex (don’t do this), rough sex, creampie, slight cum inflation, multiple orgasms, forced orgasms

⏤ 𝚊 / 𝚗 : I missed my boys, especially writing some filth for the love of my love jung hoseok so HERE YOU GO! This completely self indulgent sexbot Hobi smut that no one asked for and yet what everyone needed with a featuring from our husband namjoon. this also isn’t edited cause it’s 3am and i’ve been working on this since about 12pm so,,,, if there are any mistakes or my style of writing changes you can chalk it up to my energy slowly draining during the middle before picking back up when the end was nearing sksksksks but i will change it all when i get the time to edit!!

⇥ this was inspired by an animated porn found on pornhub called special delivery // i kept forgetting to add this yikes

Sitting on your sofa, you stared blankly at the screen, idly scrolling through Netflix while looking for something to watch. The pizza boxes sat on the side beside you, the leftover pizza long since cold. Letting out a sigh, you pushed away your laptop, boredom striking. You were more than tired of watching films and series. It’s all you’d been doing lately. Rubbing your eyes in exhaustion, you got up, grabbing the pizza box and glass before sluggishly walking to the kitchen.

You’re midst placing the cardboard in the recycling when there’s a sudden rhythmic beeping. Body immediately perking up, you rush over to your laptop, grin on your face when you read the name. Quickly bouncing on the sofa, you swiftly fix your hair before tightening the robe around your chest, not wanting to ruin the surprise. Once you think you’re presentable, you accept the call.

“Joonie!” You squeal, smiling brightly as your boyfriend’s face comes into view. Namjoon waves back eagerly before you both stop, staring at each other. Eyes wander over your faces until you’re both left smiling softly at each other.

“I miss you” You both say at the same time, laughing softly. Namjoon runs his fingers through his hair, messing up his locks before sighing.

“Sorry this tour is taking so long” Namjoon apologises but you shake your head, smiling encouragingly.

“This is your dream Joon! As much as I miss you, I wouldn’t trade it. Whenever you go live on Vapp or I see fancams, you always look so happy. And you’re touring with the Agust D. This is your dream come true” You reply, Namjoon biting his lip.

“I don’t deserve you. I love you” Namjoon replies, chocolate eyes deep and full of emotion. You smile cheekily.

“I think you’re going to love me even more”

“Oh? Why is that?” Namjoon asks, quirking his eyebrow. You bite your lip, before slowly pulling your robe apart. Namjoon chokes, coughing up a fit as his eyes take in your lingerie clad figure.

“Fucking hell babe! You can’t just pull that out of nowhere” Namjoon reprimands, but the entire time, his eyes are focused on the way your breasts look covered in the sheer black bralette, your nipples on display and already hard.

“Are you saying you don’t like your present?” You ask, eyes pooling with lust as your smirk slightly.

“Oh, I’m definitely not complaining. Take the robe off, lemme see you” Namjoon orders and you’re body is automatically obeying, trained to heed every single one of his commands. Kneeling on the sofa, your slowly untie the bow, letting the silk robe slowly fall off of your body. Namjoon sucks in a sharp breath, mouth drying as he takes you in, knees slightly spread.

“Turn around” comes his next command and you slowly shift, bracing your hands on the couch as you slowly bend over, exposing the fleshy cheeks of your ass. Namjoon lets out a small groan, followed by a quiet ‘fuck’, the vowels drawn out. You try and suppress the triumphant grin, but you know better than anyone how much your boyfriend would love the completely sheer lace covering your ass, ribbons of silk running across the top hem before tying into a bow.

“Fuck, that’s a beautiful sight. Spread your ass and bend over baby” Namjoon orders. Biting your lip, you follow his direction, Namjoon sucking in another breath when he sees the way the lace darkens and clings to your pussy lips as you grow more aroused. You cheekily shake your hips, ass slightly jiggling. Namjoon’s eyes stayed trained on the way your ass ripples under your skin, his cock already hardening.

“Do you like your present?” You ask, turning around and looking at him over your shoulder. Namjoon nods, somewhat at a loss for words.

“Definitely. Turn around and spread your legs baby.”

You turn back on the sofa, making yourself comfortable before spreading your legs, feet braced on either side. Namjoon shifts slightly, unbuttoning a couple buttons of his shirt before clearing his throat.. His eyes slowly draw up from the space between your thighs, up over your stomach and breasts before staring directly into your eyes. You swallow thickly, hairs standing on the back of your spine as you grow eager with lust.

“I want you to do exactly what I say baby. Now, play with your tits but don’t take or your bra and don’t touch your nipples” Namjoon commands, voice deep with authority. Hands automatically move to cup your breasts, fingertips brushing over the lace before squeezing with a moan. Namjoon watches you lightly massage and roll your breasts, eyes trained on the way they move about in the lace. Your palms brush the sensitive underside of your breasts, eliciting a slight gasp from your lips as your pussy lets out a gush of arousal. You can already feel the sticky heat between your thighs, clit pulsing as your cunt quite literally weeps for attention.

“Fuck, I want to draw this out but it’s been so long. Take off the bra, my sweet” Namjoon says, urgency laced in his voice. He doesn’t have to tell you twice. Swiftly, with expert fingers, you unclasp your bra, slipping it off your chest and throwing it, uncaring about where it lands. You relish in the freeing sensation, hands once again moving to cup your breasts, fingers and thumbs dangerously close to your pointed nipples.

“Lick your fingers and play with your nipples” Namjoon’s voice carries across the speaker in your laptop. You push two fingers into your mouth, tongue swirling around them until they’re sufficiently soaked. Pulling them out of your mouth, you run them across your hard nipples, shivering as the cold pulls the buds even tauter than they already were. You roll the bud between your forefinger and thumb, pinching and pulling them, relishing in the slight pain.

You watch Namjoon shift once again, arm moving as he palms his trouser covered shaft. You pout slightly, bottom lip sticking out as you realise you can’t see what he’s doing. Making your displeasure known, Namjoon chuckles at you. He slowly gets up, grabbing his laptop and carrying it over to the bed before placing it down in front of him. You watch as he slowly strips, smooth honey skin slowly being revealed until he’s left in his dark boxers. The laptop moves again, resting on his thick thighs as you’re left with nothing but the view of the slight rolls of his stomach, obstructed by the bulge in his boxers, head slightly propped up by his pillows.

You squeeze your nipples slightly harder, letting out a small gasp and wriggling on the sofa under your own ministrations, eyes focused on the way Namjoon’s large palm runs over his boxer covered cock. Your eyes trail over the wiry hairs on his lower abdomen, gulping slightly as you close your eyes, imagining what was under them. The shape and colour of his cock was practically ingrained in your mind, you could picture it perfectly in your mind’s eye.

The two of you stay like that for another five minutes, drawing out the inevitable. Time passes agonisingly slowly, your cunt crying out until you’re practically sitting in your own arousal on the leather sofa. The feeling is slightly uncomfortable, your panties stuck to your lips while your thighs were sticky despite how spread they were. Namjoon’s own boxers become slightly wet, arousals dripping from his cockhead before soaking into the cotton of his dark grey boxers. You whine slightly, thighs shifting ever so slightly closer as you try to alleviate the ache between them. Namjoon’s eyes catch the imperceptibly small movement.

“Take your panties off slowly, I want to see the way they unstick from your cunt” Namjoon finally says, voice horse with lust, deciding he’d drawn it out long enough. You can’t seem to move quick enough, wanting the relief your body so desperately craved. Fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties, slowly shimmying them down your hips before slowly, very slowly, peeling them off of your pussy. Namjoon’s watches carefully, loving the way strings of your arousal slowly cling to the material of your panties, stretching before finally breaking, falling back onto your lips. You slide them off of your thighs, not even bothering to kick them off as they stay hooked around one of your legs before you’re spreading your thighs again.

“I wanna see you get those fingers sticky baby. Show me how much you’re missing me” Namjoon orders, pulling his cock out of his boxers. Your throat goes dry as it comes into view, standing front and centre in front of the camera as Namjoon fists the shaft slowly, thumb brushing against his head and rubbing precum onto his shaft as lube. He’s as thick and beautiful as you remember, pulsing slightly under his fist. Your fingers brush through your lips, whimpering as you’re finally stimulated. You run the pads of your fingers up and down your slit, to the same pace as Namjoon’s fists, mewling and whining as your arousal gathers onto your hands, wettening them.

“Pull your hand out and show me” Namjoon says. You bite your lip, a couple seconds passing as you struggle to pull your fingers away from your needy cunt. Finally doing as he says, you hold your fingers up to the camera, showing him the strings of your arousal leaking from your hand.

“Put them in your mouth and lick them clean” Namjoon demands and you’re swiftly bringing your fingers to your lips, licking the strings up dramatically slow as Namjoon’s eyes darken.

“Wait. Brush them across your lips, I want you to taste yourself for a long time” Namjoon directs and your eyes widen slightly before you’re brushing your juices across your lips as instructed. Namjoon groans, fist tightening around his cock as he jerks slightly, watching the way you lick your lips before brushing your cunt juice across them again.

“Okay now lick them clean. Show me how you’d suck my cock if I was there” Namjoon instructs and you’re quickly wrapping your lips around your fingers, swirling your tongue messily around them before pulling them out completely clean.

“Fuck, you’re a complete sin. Push those fingers into your cunt and get them wet again. Then I wanna see you gag on them” Namjoon directs and you feel yourself gush, the puddle on your leather sofa only growing larger. You swirl your fingers around your cunt, your walls rippling in anticipation. Then, you swiftly push them in, groaning and bucking at the stretch. Pumping them once, then twice, you try and get them as wet as you could, knowing it would please your boyfriend. Pulling them out, Namjoon watches as you push them deep into your mouth, gagging around them, eyes watering as you lick them clean.

“Joon, please” You whimper, fingers leaving your mouth. You were so wired, you were sure that any stimulation would have you cumming in seconds.

“What do you want sweet? Tell me” Namjoon asks. You whine, fingers twitching in anticipation.

“I want to cum”

“Then do it. Fuck yourself with those pretty fingers” Namjoon orders and you immediately shove your fingers as deep into your cunt as you could, practically screaming out his name. You pump them in and out of you, loving the sensation of finally being filled up, Namjoon’s fist pumping harder.

“I’m gonna… fuck i’m gonna cum soon baby. Play with your clit, I want you to cum with me” Namjoon commands, your other hand joining as you furiously rub your clit.

“That’s it sweet. Bring yourself over. Fuck. Fuck. Gods, do you know how hot you look right now? I wish I was there. I miss how you taste and how you feel on my fingers and tongue. Fuck you’re so beautiful. Cum for me baby” Namjoon speaks, letting out little stilted moans and groans as he felt his balls tighten.

“Joonie. Fuck. I miss you baby. I miss you cock in me. Miss you filling me up with your cum. My pussy feels so empty without your cum in me” You stutter out, voice slightly raspy as you pant in front of your computer. Namjoon lets out a little groan before moaning your name, your words throwing him over the edge. You watch the way his cock pulses, twitching as he shoots his cum all over his abdomen, milky white rivers running over his smooth skin.

“Fu-ck” You scream, cumming around your fingers at the sight. Your fingers continue moving, pumping in and out of your spasming walls as your other hand continues rubbing your clit. You fingers push slightly deeper, pressing into the soft sensitive spot inside you. Your eyes roll into the back of your skull and you lose yourself even more into your orgasm as intoxication pleasure and relief washes over you.

“Fuck that’s hot” Namjoon says, watching as your pussy gushes, squirting all over the sofa. You jerk your hands away, head thrown back on the couch, chest heaving as you come down from your high. You feel the wet pool of your cum around you, thighs quivering and soaking in your juices.

“You’ve made such a mess baby. How are you gonna clean it up?” Namjoon asks and you sluggishly lift your head to stare at him in the computer screen. He’s looking at you with dark eyes, eyes set on your pussy and the puddle around you.

“Joon?” You ask nervously. His eyes trail back to your eyes, still dark as he idly pumps his cock.

“Lick it clean. Good girls always clean up their mess” Namjoon says and you blush under his gaze. Your eyes trail down to the mess and you gulp before nodding, wanting nothing more than to please him. You slowly shift, Namjoon groaning at the wet sloshing sound. He watches you get on your knees, back facing him as you start licking your cum off of the sofa. He can’t see much apart from your slightly swollen pussy lips, but just imagining you licking up your own cum has him fisting his cock again.

Namjoon pumps his cock, listening to the slurping and licking sounds of you eating your own cum as your cunt drips with your left over arousal. A few minutes later, you finally turn around, done cleaning up your mess. He takes in your flushed, wet face. Cum is practically dripping from your lips, small rivers of cum dripping down your chest, catching the light as they shine. He watches you lick your lips, undoubtedly tasting yourself and he’s instantaneously cumming on the spot. You watch as he adds to the cum already on his abdomen, wishing you were there to lick him up.

“Fuck. it’s been so long. I miss you” Namjoon says breathlessly as he comes down from his high. You nod, heart aching slightly. You missed cuddling with his in your mutual post orgasm haze.

“It’s been lonely without you. You’re usually gone for months at a time and I just… I don’t know what to do without you” You say, chest tightening. Namjoon’s eyes soften.

“I’m sorry. I know it’s hard on you. I’ll find a way to fix it” Namjoon promises and you nod, biting your lip. How was he supposed to fix it? He couldn’t very well just come home. Suddenly his eyes light up and you instantly know he has an idea.

“What is it?” You ask but he’s shaking his head.

“I just remembered something. I have to go. Expect a special package soon. I love you” Namjoon says, blowing you a kiss before cutting off the call. You stare at your screen in surprise, slightly perturbed by your boyfriend’s sudden disappearance. You shake your head before stretching, grimacing at the dry, sticky feeling of your body. Getting up, you grab your robe, heading for the shower.

Two weeks later, you’re surprised when your doorbell rings. Swiftly, you answer the door, startled by the delivery man with carrying a package almost the same size as him.

“____-ssi?” He asks, checking over the paperwork.

“That’s me yes” You say, accepting the pen and clipboard he offers you. Once you sign your name, you return the paperwork to him, watching him leave with a bow. When he’s out of your sight, you turn back to the package, wondering what the hell it could be. You certainly hadn’t ordered anything recently, and definitely not a package that large.

Scratching your head, you circle around the box, wondering what it could be and who it was from before sighing. The only way you’d be able to figure it out would be by bringing it into the apartment. Luckily for you, it was on wheels and you wouldn’t need to somehow break your back getting it into your home. Walking behind the package, you pushed, surprised by the amount of strength you needed to move it despite it being on wheels.

“Whatever this is, it better be worth this effort” You huff to yourself, blowing the hair out of your eyes as you finally manage to dock it into your living room. Your surprised by the card sticking out of one of the seams. Plucking it up, you open it, eyes widening in bewilderment as you read it.

“Sorry you’ve been feeling lonely without me. Thought this would help you when you’re missing me. Just don’t let him replace me winky face - Namjoon” You read out loud. Him? What the hell did he mean?

Inside the card is also a little instruction manual for opening the package. Skimming through the card, you nod before placing them on your coffee table. You unclip the locks on either side as per the instructions before carefully pulling the lid off, placing it on the ground.

“Okay Joon what the fuck?” You say out loud as you examine the content of the package. Stood inside was a five foot ten man, with wavy dark red hair and glowing honey skin. Weirdly, that wasn’t the strangest thing about the man in a box. No, it was the fact that he was completely naked with the largest cock you had ever laid your eyes on. It was probably only slightly thinner than your wrist and about as long as your forearm. The sight of it managed to both ignite your curiosity and fear at the same time.

Your eyes wandered over his figure, from his lean muscles all the way down to sculpted thighs as you tried your hardest to ignore his cock. But really how could you? When it was the longest and thickest shaft you had ever seen? Topped with a pretty pink mushroom tip and dusky rose veins. Even with how weirded out you were, you couldn’t help but admit that it was a beautiful dick. You slowly approach it, your curiosity winning out over your fear. They always did say curiosity killed the cat. But satisfaction brought it back. Reaching out gingerly, you poke the penis, before jerking back.

When nothing happens, you grow bolder, approaching it more until you’re only inches apart. You place your palm cautiously on the cock, slightly in awe of it. The palm of your hand barely fit over the tip, only drawing more attention to how impossibly big it was. You wrapped your hand around it, pumping the shaft once and aweing over how incredibly lifelike it felt.

“Did Joon really get me a sex doll or is this just a real person?” You mumble to yourself in your quiet apartment. But also, why did he get you a sex doll? How was a dildo with legs supposed to cure your intimacy issues? Also why a sex doll? Why not a teddy bear or a stuffed toy like a normal boyfriend?

Moving your hand from his cock, you place it on his abdomen; brows shooting into your hairline at how lifelike he feels. This must have been an expensive sex doll with how real and hard his abs feel. Running your hand up his chest, you brush over his nipples before jerking back when the nipple pushes into his skin in almost a button-like way. The sound of machinery whirring fills the air, not unlike the sound computers make when they’re booting up. You quickly jerk back, almost falling over when the sex doll’s eye open on their own.

You quickly retreat backwards, half crab walking half dragging yourself when it - he? - steps forward. Oh god, what if Namjoon had just bought you a sex slave or something? He felt real enough. The man looked around curiously, before looking down at you, eyes lighting up in the most unnatural shade of gold. Once his eyes were laid on you, he nods, eyes darkening to a shade of dark honey brown.

“Hello. I am Jung Hoseok model Hobi. I was designed by Big Hit Adult Entertainment for your pleasure. It is nice to meet you” He introduces causing your jaw to drop. What. The. Fuck. His voice was sweet and yet robotic at the same time. Your mind is far too jumbled to think straight, causing you to gape at the man-thing in agog.

“Model Hobi?” You finally manage to stammer out, causing him to nod once again.

“Yes HOBI. It is the phonetic sound for the acronym H.O.B.I. It stands Handy Orgasm Buddy Intelligence” Hobi relates and you blanch, jaw dropping even wider.

“A what?” You ask dumbly, unable to comprehend the entire situation.

“Handy Orgasm Buddy Intelligence. HOBI. I am a sexbot” He says simply, looking at you with robotic curiosity.

“A SEXBOT?” You finally scream, mind whizzing a hundred miles a minute. Namjoon had gotten you a sexbot? Suddenly his comment about not wanting to be replaced makes sense.

“Yes. Are you not pleased?” He asks and you quickly shake your head. You weren’t even sure how you were feeling.

“No! No, it’s not that. I’m just surprised my boyfriend’s solution to me being lonely was to get me a sexbot” You say, eyes fixated on his cock. Really, how were you not supposed to fixate on it when he was currently stood over you and you were eye level with it?!

“I see. You are staring” He points out, causing your face to heat.

“I’m sorry! I’m just… it looks so real and it’s… so big” You say, voice filled with bewilderment and awe.

“Thank you! It is made of a blend of thermoplastic elastomer and rubber giving it an exceptionally realistic skin feel. Paired with muscle changing nanotechnology I am the top of the line model. Other features include-” Hobi begins but you quickly shake your hands.

“That’s enough! Thank you! This is already weird enough as it is” You say. Hobi immediately stops speaking, cocking his head to the side.

“Weird? Does my body not please you? I am supposed to be the top of the-” He begins, causing you to cut him off once again.

“No! I’m sorry! It does… please me. Very much” You say, realising how weird the words sound to you, your eyes still fixated on his long cock. He steps closer towards you and now you see that, despite looking incredibly realistic and lifelike, he moves robotically.

“Perhaps touching it will help?” He says, moving closer until he’s right in front of you, surprising you. His cock stands upright, almost smacking you in your face and you briefly wonder if it’s cumbersome to walk around with a cock that big. You gingerly reach out, touching it. You’d done it once already, why would it be weird if you did it a second time? Even if he was moving.

“Oh wow… it feels warm and even more real” You say, palm brushing against the tip. Now that he was on and not lifelessly lying in a box, you could feel him pulse under you, as if blood was being pumped into it. It even felt as warm as a cock did. The company clearly had gone all out developing him and even more than that, you were starting to see why he was the top of the line model.

“Is it less weird now?” He asks curiously and you have to suppress a dry laugh. In what world was this not weird?

“I guess” You say, hand smoothing over his cock till you reach the base. Your cunt clenches slightly as it twitches under you. You hadn’t realised exactly how much you’d been missing a real dick, or well, in this case a realistic dick, until you feel him pulse under your touch. It had been months since Namjoon had left on tour and you’d been left with nothing but sex video chats, your fingers and lifeless silicon sex toys to get you through. But now that Hoseok was here in front of you, you wanted nothing more than to take him in your mouth so you could find out if he felt the same way your boyfriend did in your mouth. Besides, this was a gift from Namjoon and it’d be a shame to waste it.

“Can I… can I suck you off?” You finally ask, looking up at him through your eyelashes. Hoseok chuckles at you, lips curling upwards and dimples forming in the top corners. You can’t help but ponder the unfairness of it all. For what reason would a sexbot need the most adorable dimples? Not to mention an even cute lip mole. The attention to details were astounding. Briefly, you wonder just how much Namjoon had splurged on him.

“You do not need my consent. I am a sexbot. I was built to please you. Therefore, if you want to and if it pleases you, you may perform oral upon me” Hoseok says, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Must you speak and act like that? It’s so… oddly robotic for how realistic you look” You say.

“That is because I am a robot”

“I know that but-”

“I have displeased you. Let me reassess” Hoseok says and you watch as his eyes glow amber once again, the sound of machines whirring filling your otherwise quiet home. When his eyes darken again, he turns to you, moving closer until his cock is practically pressed against your face. His hand sits authoritatively on your head, keeping your head pressed against his shaft.

“Suck me off” He commands and the sudden domineering tone in his voice has your pussy gushing. You shift so you’re on your knees, thighs pressed and rubbing together to try and alleviate the growing ache in your cunt.

“You get off on being dominated. I will retain that information in my memory card” Hoseok says, returning to his robotic self before pushing your face into his shaft once again, “now suck me off” he continues. You almost get whiplash from the complete change in personality.

Pressing your face against his dick, you run your nose over the length, admiring the slight musky, citrus scent that surrounds him. Your lips brush against the entirety of his lengthy shaft until you reach is soft pink tip. Precum drips from his cock, thick and translucent white and you quickly lick at it, suckling his cockhead as if it were a popsicle while his arousal drips down your throat. You pull away, licking your lips and admiring the pleasant pineapple taste.

“If you are not pleased, I can change the taste to what you prefer. Flavours I have built in include chocolate, mango, pineapple, strawberry tropical and vanilla milkshake” Hoseok says and as sweet at the pineapple tastes, you can’t help but want to try out all the flavours.

“Vanilla milkshake sounds good right now”

“Very well” He responds, and you hear a mechanical whirring before he nods at you.

“Affirmative. The change is complete” He informs as his cock begins dripping even more precum than before. You wrap as much of your mouth as will fit around his enormously bulbous cockhead, suckling at the tip and licking the slit as you relish in the taste, palming his cock with your hands. You pull your lips off, licking around the seam of his tip before pressing kissing along the underside, softly kissing his balls.

“Do you like when I do this?” You ask, used to being praised by Namjoon whenever you took him in your mouth.

“I do not necessarily enjoy things the same way organic life does. I am a sexbot, built for your pleasure” Hoseok reiterates cause you to frown, more than put off by his words. Hoseok realises his mistake and pets your head.

“I like it” He says and the slight high inclination in his tone has you thinking he’s completely adorable. You laugh it off, shaking your head.

“I enjoy the sight of you on your knees” Hoseok says, voice slightly husky. You look at him up in surprise from your position on the floor, blushing under his intense gaze. He smiles at you, causing you to smile back, noticing how pretty it is. You return your attention to his dick, pressing your tongue against his length, licking along the shaft and tasting him. You tried to cover the entirety of his cock in your saliva, licking and pressing kisses onto his dick. His hand fists into your head, pushing you further down onto his as he thrusts slightly, rubbing his length up and down your face.

Your hand slowly moves into your leggings, bypassing your underwear and heading straight for your clit. You dip a finger into your cunt, feeling the sticky heat between your thighs before moving to rub your clit slowly. Your hips automatically grind onto your hand as they expertly strum your bundle of nerves. You moan against Hoseok’s cock, humping your fingers, pussy spasming and dripping all over yourself until you’re aching for him to push his enormous cock into you. He pulls your face off of him by your hair, instead grabbing the base of his shaft and smacking you in the face with his heavy dick.

“How do you feel about degradation?” He asks and you chuckle.

“I prefer praise” You reply and he nods, pushing his tip against your lips.

“Take me in kitten” He says and you gush at his pet name for you.

“Is kitten good or would you prefer something else? Doll, princess, baby girl-” Hoseok starts listing causing you to shake your head.

“Kitten is perfect” You reply, cutting him off. He nods, before once again attempting to force his cock into your mouth. You unhinge your jaw as much as you can but you simply can’t open your jaw enough to take him in.

“You’re too thick. I don’t think I can”

“Ah. Not to worry. I am overcompensation” He says. You cock your head curiously, watching in awe as his cock pulses and shrinks to a much more manageable size.

“Is that the muscle changing nanotechnology?”

“That is correct. Now come on, take me in kitten” Hoseok encourages and your lips are quickly wrapping around the head of his cock. Hoseok runs his long fingers through your hair, firmly grabbing the locks and tugging them as he tries to force more of his length into your mouth. You smile over him, having missed the feeling of Namjoon roughly face fucking you. You tighten your mouth, practically creating a vacuum before sucking hard while swirling your tongue around his head. Hoseok’s cock still drips with the vanilla milkshake precum, coating your tongue with the taste of him.

You swallow thickly, Hoseok humming in what you want to think is pleasure but considering his mechanical self, you can’t be too sure. You gaze at him from your knees, keeping your eyes trained on him as you lightly suck. Hoseok leans forward slightly, slowly grinding his hips into your mouth. He moves so sensually that you forget he’s a robot for a minute. Kneeling before him, you bob your head eagerly, attempting to take his cock further into the back of your throat.

“You’re doing so good kitten. Good girls love sucking cock don’t they?” Hoseok asks after praising you and you nod eagerly, tongue lavishing his hard member with attention. Hoseok pushes in further and you give him access, allowing him to split your jaw open as he pushes more and more of his cock into your wide-open mouth. He stops when you gag, his cock hitting the back of your throat as your eyes water. You maintain eye contact with him, as he pushes even deeper past your throat.

Hoseok holds you there as you try to swallow around him, only choking on his length as it invades your esophagus. A few moments later, you’re about ready to tap out when Hoseok pulls you off of him. You gasp for hair, watching as strings of your saliva coat his cock. Hoseok smirks from on top of you before he’s once again forcing his dick down your mouth. You groan in pleasure, pushing two fingers into your cunt, pumping repeatedly as he fucks your mouth.

Holding your head in place, Hoseok uses your mouth as a cocksleeve as he powerfully drives his hips in and out of your mouth. The sounds of gagging and choking fill the room, the occasional slurp slipping through as you try not to dribble all over yourself. You finger move in and out of your cunt furiously, humping your fingers and trying to take them deeper into you, despite your leggings being in the way. You jerk your head when his cock begins pulsing, your free hand rubbing and massaging his balls.

“Are you gonna cum?” You ask with a gasp, Hoseok allowing you to fist his cock as you take one of his balls into your mouth, licking the flesh before suckling.

“Yes”

“How much can you cum” You asked curiously, releasing his balls with a pop and moving to the other one.

“Up to gallons” He replies and immediately your walls clench around your fingers as you imagine him filling you up with all that cum. You could just imagine how much you’d be leaking if he came in you.

“Fuck okay. Cum down my throat” You say, mouth moving back to his cock.

“As you wish” Hoseok says, watching you expertly swallow him down again. His hands brace themselves on either side of your head and then he’s pushing as deep into your mouth as he could, before he cums. You choke, momentarily surprised by the sheer volume and thickness before drinking it down. You swallow and swallow, relishing in the feel of his warm cum washing down your throat and filling your stomach. There’s so much cum that you can’t possible keep up with swallowing, causing it to back up into your mouth. Hoseok abruptly pulls out, leaving your mouth filled with his orgasm.

You hold it in your mouth, more than happy it tasted like vanilla milkshake as you gave your throat a rest. Hoseok reaches over, squeezing your cheeks. With a surprised gasp, you release his cum, letting it dribble all over your chest. Hoseok smiles as it’s absorbed by your clothing, painting your neck white and staining your top.

“You look good drenched in cum” Hoseok praises and you blush. It goes silent as he stares at you, awaiting your next move and you heart drops slightly.

“Is something wrong? Was I too rough? Did I do something wrong”

“Sorry. No, you were wonderful. It’s just… with my boyfriend away for so long i need something more than a sexbot. I… I miss intimacy” You say, looking away. Your cunt was still drenched, pussy pulsing as you had yet to cum.

“I see. Give me a few moments.” You watch as his eyes glow slightly once again, the whirring sound of machine filling the air.

“What are you doing?”

“Big Hit installed programmed into me that can be downloaded to enhance the experience. Programmes that increase the pleasure outputted to the user” Hoseok informs and you watch him curiously.

“Programmes like?”

“Love. Desire. Intimacy. Thing to improve user satisfaction. Download complete” Hoseok finally says. When he turns back to you, you’re gasping slightly by the depth of emotions displayed in his once golden eyes.

He slowly bends down to you, taking your neck in his hand before pulling you up gentle off of your knees. You’re pleasantly surprised by his gentleness, allowing him to pull you in for a kiss. His lips are soft against yours, moving languidly. He licks your lips causing you to part them as he forces his tongue into you. You moaned into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck as you stand on the tips of your toes. Hoseok’s wiry arms wrap around you and before you know it, you’re being lifted up and off the ground. Legs automatically wrap around his narrow hips; you guide Hoseok to your bedroom, grinding your covered crotch against his cock, groaning into the kiss as the head sits against your abdomen.

Once in your bedroom, he gently places you down on the bed before pressing his body against yours. Hoseok braces himself above you on his arms, both your lips still locked in a kiss as he cock rests on your stomach. Amazed by the warmth of his body, you pull him closer with his legs, wanting to feel his weight over you. Hoseok breaks off your kiss, trailing his lips down your jaw and lightly peppering kisses as one hand moves to massage your breast through your cum stained top. One of his hands slips under your top, thumb brushing against your nipple, causing you to gasp and arch into his touch.

The hand under your top moves to the hem as he divests it off of you, leaving your breasts bare. Hoseok kisses along your collarbone before taking your nipple in his mouth, lightly sucking before rolling the hardened peak between his teeth. You gasp out, fingers fisting into his hair as you pull him closer into your chest. Releasing your breast, he moves to the other one, lavishing it in the same amount of attention, rolling the nipple between his teeth and lightly nipping. You press your crotch against his cock, trying to grind into his thick cock, needing some friction against your weeping cunt.

Hoseok kisses your sternum before licking a trail down your ribs and stomach. His tongue dips into your belly button, swirling around and causing tingles to run up and down your spine at the attention he lavishes on your body. Hoseok’s lips soon find their way to the waistband of your leggings and he’s pressing one final kiss on your lower abdomen before slowly spreading your legs. His fingers press against your cunt through your leggings and immediately he finds your clit. You let out a small mewl, bucking into his hand as he rubs you.

“Hoseok. Please.” You gasp out, your arousal already soaking through your leggings. He smiles from under you before hooking his fingers under the waistband of both your leggings and panties, pulling them off swiftly, leaving you completely bare.

Instantly, he’s flipping you over onto your front. You gasp at the sudden change of position before pushing against him as you finally feel the heat of his cock against your bare skin. Hoseok’s hands move to massage your ass cheeks, grinding his cock between them and covering your back and ass in even more precum.

“You’ve got an amazing ass” Hoseok compliments and you mewl, pushing further into him. Suddenly, he spanks it, eyes trained on the way it ripples under him.

“Does my good girl like being spanked?” Hoseok asks and you nod into your pillow, hissing as he spanks you once again. He bends over, trailing kisses all over the middle of your spine until he reaches your ass. You feel his lips brush against the fleshy globes before spreading them using his thumbs.

“You’re so wet and swollen. Hold yourself open for me kitten” He instructs and you immediately do as he says, spreading your legs slightly to give him better access. Hoseok grins before moving one of his hands to spread open your cunt with two of his fingers, exposing the pink of your insides. He blows cool air on your heated pussy, causing you to groan out. Lowering his head, he places a kiss on both your lips while running the pads of his fingers through your dripping lips. Your groan is muffled by the pillow as he slowly drives you crazy with every one of his fleeting actions.

Your heart races and you feel completely on edge, waiting for more. Finally, after sufficiently wetting his fingers, he swipes them against your clit The stimulation has you releasing a gush of wetness, Hoseok’s eyes trained on the way your cunt leaks. Circling the bundle of nerves with his finger, his gentle touch drags along your clit, eliciting another deep groan from you.

Finally, Hoseok’s head dipped between your lips, licking a swipe from your cunt all the way to your ass. Your back automatically arched, pushing your hips further into his face. Hoseok teases you with a couple more kitten licks before pushing his tongue into your honeyed hole, swirling his tongue around and collecting all your arousal on his tongue. He lapped deep into you, thrusting his tongue in and out, simulating his cock. Suddenly, his fingers began vibrating and you let out a small scream followed by a hiss.

“Fuck- oh my god” You cry, legs shaking around his head as his fingers continued vibrating on your clit. Your pussy felt as if it were molten lava, leaking your hot juice and wetting your thighs and Hoseok’s face.

“Hng” You groaned, pushing further into him when he moved his tongue to lap at your clit, pushing one, then two of his vibrating fingers into your pussy. Gently suckling on your clit, Hoseok crooked his knuckle-deep fingers inside you, expertly locating your g-spot and causing vibrations of pleasure to strum along them. Your vocal cords strained, voice cracking as you let out another cry. You felt your pussy walls ripple, abdomen twisting into a wrenching knot inside of you as he continued lapping your clit while unrelentingly thrusting his vibrating fingers against your sweet spot.

You simply couldn’t catch your breath, your head lolling helplessly to the side as your shoulders slump into the mattress. You quickly felt your orgasm approach, the knot in your stomach twisting even further as Hoseok drove you to the brink of pleasure. Your hips moved instinctively, grinding your pussy against his eager face as Hoseok buried it deeper between your thighs.

“I’m- oh god I’m going to cum” You warn, voice raspy and throat raw. You breath deeper, gasps turning into low moans as your body seizes up, eyes rolling deep into the back of your skull as you came around his vibrating fingers. Hoseok felt you gush around his hand and immediately pulled them out, replacing them with his tongue as he licked and swallowed up all of your cunt juice. You tried to push him away, thighs still quivering as he continues eating you out. You squeal, the overstimulation of your orgasm paired with Hoseok’s continued ministrations driving you wild.

You feel him pull away, exhaling as your pussy finally has some relief. However, it doesn’t last long before suddenly Hoseok’s tongue is pressing against your ass. You squeal once again at the alien sensation of his tongue wiggling against your rosebud. You feel him force it into your ass, his appendage struggle against how tight you were. However, he’s unrelenting and you slowly feel your ass opening up and loosening, allowing him to rim you. Your fingers curl into the sheets trying to draw away as he forces his vibrating fingers back into your cunt.

“Oh my god- I can’t. Hobi-” You groan, voice hoarse and barely above a whisper.

“You can” Hoseok demands and you whine, your cunt walls burning from overstimulation as his vibrating fingers pump into and out of you furiously before scissoring them, opening your cunt for his incredibly thick cock. Your thighs begin to shake uncontrollably once again as he forces you into another orgasm almost immediately after your previous one. When you soak his fingers for a second time, you feel him pull one out before pressing it against your ass.

“OH” You gasped, feeling him rub your cum around your ass, lubing it up for when his fingers undoubtedly penetrate you. Your cunt clenches in anticipation and before long, he’s pushing the tip into you, slowly opening your ass the way he’d opened your cunt. You moan his name from under him, feeling him slowly enter you before thrusting his finger in and out.

“It’s too much” You protest. You’re completely wired, nerves screaming from the attention he’s lavishing on both your cunt and ass. Your pussy leaked uncontrollably, clenching and unclenching as he continued forcing his fingers deep into you. You feel a second finger push into your ass, stretching you out and making you jerk forward, tears pooling in your eyes, feeling them leak into your pillow.

“Once more. Cum for me once more” Hoseok command and you shake your head.

“I can’t” You cry out but even as you say that, you push further into him, the pleasure mixed with the pain very slowly driving you delirious. Abruptly, his fingers started vibrating and you screamed, feeling his tongue swirl around the fingers in your ass before twirling around the fingers in your cunt, happily lapping your arousal. He wrapped his lips around your clit, his fingers vibrating even fast as he sucks and bites hard at your sensitised bud. You take in a shuddering breath before wailing out his name.

You feel your pussy gush in rivers, squirting all over his hand and mouth as he forces you into your third consecutive orgasm. Your toes locked, curling instinctively and you painfully froze in place as you felt the air leave your lungs. Your back twisted and you cried out into the air as he continued pushing his fingers into you, drinking your cum up once again. Your orgasm ricocheted through you, leaving you feeling completely wrecked as your nerves burned with electricity. Chest heaving, you clawed futilely at his head, trying to push him away from you. Hoseok gradually slowed his pace, before finally pulling away. He watched as you slumped, your body soaked and shining with a sheen of sweat as you lay limply on the bed, muscles twitching every now and then. He pushes his fingers into his mouth, licking up all your cum and cleaning off his fingers.

You feel Hoseok’s body slowly climb on top of you, hovering over you. You feel his warm, pulsating cock rub against your overly sensitised cunt, mewling as you try to get away. Hoseok simply chuckles deeply, pressing a kiss against your temple before licking the outer shell of your ear. He trails kisses along the back of your neck and down to your shoulder blades, kissing and nipping your skin. You sigh, melting into his touch, not having felt this level of intimacy since Namjoon had left on tour.

“What do you want?” Hoseok asks, pressing another kiss on your shoulder.

“I want you in me” You say without even thinking. The sensitivity in your pussy still hadn’t faded and yet you couldn’t wait to take him into you and feel him stretch you out.

“Your wish is my command kitten” Hoseok says, pressing a kiss just under your ear. He slowly picks you up before flipping you over so he’s under you. You gingerly move to straddle him, muscles protesting the movement but you do not care.

You place your cunt on the middle of his shaft, rubbing your pussy lips all over him as you soak his cock in your left over cum. Hoseok’s hands move to grip your hips, fingertips digging into your flesh as he helps you wet his cock to make it easier for him to slide into you. Once you’re both sufficiently messy and sticky, you wrap your hand around the base of his shaft and slowly lift his cock so its standing. Moving so you’re kneeling you press the head of his cock against your opening, wiggling slightly and leaking over him. Slowly, you try to push him into you, wincing when the thick, bulbous cockhead attempts to push into your already wrecked hole. You take a deep breath and force yourself down on it, crying out when the stinging of the stretch ripples through your walls.

“I can change the size if it’s too much” Hoseok says, watching the way your face scrunches in a grimace. You swallow thickly before nodding. Hoseok’s cock instantly changes shape, becoming slightly thinner and shortening. You mean when the head easily enters you, your walls stretching to accommodate him. Slowly, you sink down on him, head thrown back in pleasure as he opens up your velvet cunt walls. The burn of the ache hurts similarly to when Namjoon slides you into you for the first time, causing you to sigh at the familiar sensation.

“Fuck, your cock is so good” You whine, Hoseok’s finger tips gripping your hips even tighter. Once he’s buried into the hilt, you still, letting your walls slowly get used to the feel of him inside you. A couple moments later, Hoseok thrusts up, tilting his hips to aim for the sensitive spot inside you, causing you to cry out in pleasure. You brace your hands on his strong thighs before sliding yourself off him until only hit tip is inside you. Lowering yourself back down you groaned, your pussy milking his cock. Gradually, you picked up your speed until you were bouncing on top of him, riding out the sensitivity in your cunt.

You moved your ass over him, the sound of skin slapping against each other filling the air as you rode Hoseok’s cock for all it was worth. His hands moved from your hips to your chest, rolling and palming your bouncing tits in his hand, thumb tweaking your nipples and causing you to shudder on top of him. You bounced even harder on top of him, hands clenching around his thighs as you ground your hips in circles, feeling him deeper within you. But as pleasure strummed along your veins, you needed more.

“Hoseok” You gasp out, looking at him through half lidded, pleasure filled eyes.

“What do you want, kitten?” He asks, staring up at you with dark eyes.

“Your cock. Longer. Thicker.” You gasp out, barely able to form sentences; but you don’t need to. Hoseok grasps your words and your immediately moaning as you feel him grow longer and thicker inside you, the burn of the stretch only forcing your hips to move hard. You feel his head push painfully against your cervix, the tip battering the end of your pussy with every movement.

“Is that what you want? Do you like the way I fill you up? You’re so good kitten. Your pussy is milking my cock so good. Do you want me to cum in your pussy?” Hoseok taunts as he begins bucking up into you, his hands moving to hold your jiggling ass cheeks as you bounce on top of him.

“Yes! Please! Make me cum and fill me up” You gasp out. Hoseok immediately jerks so he’s sitting up, his chest pressed tight against yours. Your eyes widen as he pulls you closer, your hands uncurling from his thighs so you could wrap your arms around his shoulders as your fingers entwine with the hair at the nape of his neck.

Hoseok’s hands spread your ass cheeks, one of his hands’ fingers rubbing against your cunt where you were joined, gathering up your arousal on his fingers once again. He pushes two fingers into against your ass, slipping one in and then the second. You groan and while the sensation is familiar, it feels completely different this time. You stare deep into Hoseok’s eyes as he slips his fingers deeper into your ass, pumping them into and out. The hand still holding onto his shoulder presses your fingernails into his skin, leaving little crescent shaped marks in his flesh. You felt the heat pool in your abdomen and instantly knew your orgasm was impending.

“I’m going to fill you. I’m going to cum so deep in you and you’re going to take it because you’re my good girl, aren't you?” Hoseok whispers, voice deep and throat as his lips brush against yours. You nod with a whine, bouncing harder on top of him.

“Yes. Please. Fill me up. Cum in me” You beg, Hoseok taking your lips between his as you both kiss sloppily.

“Play with your clit. Cum on my cock” Hoseok orders through your kiss. Your arm twists and you reach for your clit, furiously stroking the bundle of nerves. The feel of Hoseok’s cock deep with you paired with his low vibrating fingers in your ass and your own finger on your clit as you slowly reaching the precipice of your orgasm.

Hoseok takes your lips between his teeth, biting hard enough to draw blood and immediately you feel your body seize. Your hands move to hold Hoseok’s shoulder as he continues thrusting up into you, nails digging into his skin. Throwing your head back, you wail out his name, milking his cock and gushing as you squirt your cum, soaking his cock. Your cried in ecstasy, feeling Hoseok unleash a torrent of hot cum straight up your cunt. You felt him spurt rope after rope of his thick cum into you, sending tingles all over your body as he filled you up. He cums so much in you that your stomach slightly puffs out, filling up with his semen.

Moments pass and you sit on Hoseok’s lap, panting heavily above him. Hoseok pulled out his cock and you mewled as you felt his cum gush out of you, soaking into the sheets with the rest of your cum. Falling forward, Hoseok catches you as you brace yourself against him. You feel every ounce of energy leave your muscles, unable to move from your vigorous session. The two of you stay still for a few moments, allowing you to catch your breath.

“Did you enjoy your experience? If so, would you like to leave a review and a rating out of five stars?” Hoseok’s voice suddenly breaks the silence. You stiffen before shaking your head. You didn’t even have the energy to laugh or say anything.

But you’d be damned if you rated anything lower than five stars.

A/N: don’t tell anybody but I m a y just be planning a part two where joon comes home and hobi and joon fuck reader together,,,,, but you didn’t hear that from me

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Under The Mat (M) - 1

— pairing | Jeon Jungkook /Reader

— word c | 5.600

— genre | Ceo!Jungkook, angst , Smut, series.

— summary | He was your boss and you hated him, but he knew that wasn't exactly what you felt.

— warnings/tags | Adult content, oral (female receiving), eventual smut, low slang words, cheating, mentions of alcohol use.

| 1 | 2 |

This is wrong. This is fucking wrong. You have to stop it. You have to put an end to it now, (Y/N). Yes, this is what you will do now. You will enter this room, you will tell him that you don’t want to do this anymore, and if he tries to persuade you, you will tell him to fuck off. You're strong enough to do that, (Y/N). I believe you. These were the words you repeated to yourself in your mind as you stood in front of your boss's office door.

You squeezed the paper between your fingers, distressed by what you were about to do. You worked in that company at Jeon Jungkook's command for almost two years as his secretary, but you literally couldn't take it anymore. He was the most stupid and rude man you had ever met on earth. He was smug, cocky, and made you as a maid. He would send you to pick up his clothes from the washing-house, distribute coffee to his partners at meetings, he would call you late at night, drunk, ordering you to pick him up wherever he was.

And because of all that, your relationship with your boyfriend was worn out. You were always tired, never had time for him or to take care of you. You were tired of Jeon's ironical answers and the insults you were force to listen. You deserved more than that.

It was almost the end of your shift when you finally got up the courage to talk to him. You took a deep breath, knocked on the door announcing your presence, and entered the room. Jungkook was sitting in his chair, his back to that big window that showed the city. He was focused on something on the computer, and didn't seem to mind your presence, which you were used to. And as much as he was an asshole, you would never deny that he was one of the most handsome men you had ever seen in your life.

All the women in that company dreamed of working as close to him as you were, but none could do what you do, he had said it himself, and that had been the only compliment he had given you since you began working for him. He was tall, with black hair and dark eyes. He was literally the only man on the planet who looked great wearing anything from a suit to a sweatshirt. He was smart, spoke three different languages, never needed a calculator to do the math, was good at video games, and won every game he played. He had a great taste for music, clothes, cars and places to travel. And his smile could charm anyone, even those with the hardest heart. If he wasn't an ogre, he would be the man of your dreams.

"Mister Jeon." You said, making him nod his head without taking his eyes off the computer.

"What?" He asked in a dull voice.

“I came to bring you this.” You said walking toward his desk and placing the envelope next to your computer screen, and taking a few steps back. And he didn't even move his eyes to know what it was. You waited for two or three minutes, and when you realized that he had no interest in looking at the paper you had put on the table, you decided to talk, after all, he didn't seem to care. “It's my resignation letter.”

And like a lightning, his eyes left the computer screen and went toward you. Now it looked like you had his attention. He stared at you for a few moments, watching you with raised eyebrows, trying to figure out if this was a joke. You hated it when he looked at you like that, it was like he could read your mind and judge you for what you were thinking.

And when he realized it wasn't a joke, he looked down at the envelope, took it but didn't open it.

"Why are you quitting?" He asked looking at the envelope in his hands. Because you are a selfish, heartless pig. You thought about saying, but preferred to avoid disagreement.

"Personal reasons." You said it and he immediately looked back at you, this time with a confused expression, as if he didn't know you had a life outside that building. "I will work until the end of the contract and …"

"No." He said gruffly, interrupting you. "If you want to leave, leave. If you really want to resign, you can get your things and leave, you don't have to go back to work the last days of the contract." You were left with nothing to say, even though you spent so much time taking bad answers, you were still surprised at how rude he could be. So there was nothing more you could say to him, you just nodded and turned your heels out of the room.

You were shaking inside. You took all your stuff on that table and entered the elevator, and as soon as the doors closed, you couldn't help but smile, with relief taking over your body, thinking that you would no longer have to accept Jeon's ignorance. You were free.

A week had passed since you had resigned, and even though you were happy that you no longer had to wake up at 3 am with your boss calling you to pick him up from some brothel, you felt strange, as if you were missing something.

You were in a nightclub with some of your friends and your boyfriend, one of your friends had just been promoted and you were celebrating.

"That guy's looking this way since we got here." Irina said, getting you out of your thoughts and looking in the direction she was looking at, only to be startled to see who it was, Jeon Jungkook in flesh and blood. He was sitting on the other side of the club in the VIP area. He was all in black, and he was alone, holding a glass of drink in his hand. And he was stunning, as always. "He looks like an angel." She said, amazed at his beauty, as everyone always were. He was really looking in your direction. Maybe he were drunk and thought he knew you, or were just thinking of a thousand and one ways to kill you because you resigned. You didn't know what to think about him staring at you, but you knew your heart pounded when you saw him after a week without looking at that beautiful face. If he wasn't so bad, he would be so good to you…

“Yeah, he looks like an angel, walk like an angel, talk like an angel, but be wise, he's the devil in disguise.” You said with a hint of irritation, taking your alcoholic drink in one gulp.

"Did you just quote Elvis Presley? And why do you say that? Do you know him?” She asked curiously and you peeked at him, seeing that he was still looking at you before you looked back at her.

"He's my former boss." Irina widened her eyes and looked alternately between you and Jungkook.

“He is the famous Jeon fucking Jungkook?” You shook your head nodding and she started laughing like crazy, making you arch your eyebrows. "Fuck (Y/N), I thought he was handsome, but not that much. He looks like a Greek god."

"Yes, he is Hades, and he made my life his hell." You responded, looking at the others at the table who were talking to each other and were entertained. You glanced at Hoseok, your boyfriend, who was laughing at some joke one of the guys had told you before turning to Irina again. "Do you remember Hobi's birthday that I couldn't go because I was in a meeting?" She nodded. "I had told Jungkook that I would have to leave early to go celebrate my boyfriend's birthday, but then he went there and set up a meeting at the same time as the party, and I had a bad fight that day."

"I think he wanted you just for him." Irina laughed and you laughed scornfully.

“No, he was just bored and seeing my suffering was his entertainment.”

"But damn, he's so hot. I need to have sex with him." She said biting her lip and getting up from the chair.. You just shrugged, not caring with what she was going to do, deciding to join your friends' conversation.

It was not long before she returned, totally upset.

"He dumped me." She said loudly, catching the attention of everyone at the table.

"He who?" Rosie asked, completely confused.

"(Y/N)'s former boss. He dumped me, said he doesn't have ballad girls." She said annoyed. Hoseok's arm around your waist tensed and you looked at him as he began to look around, probably looking for Jeon. If there was one person who hated Jungkook more than you, that was Hoseok. He hated the fact that Jeon always had a way of interfering with your dates and appointments, ruining special dates and making you leave him to go to your boss. He had been so relieved that you had resigned that he almost exploded with joy to know that you were all his again.

"What is this son of a bitch doing here?" He asked threatening to get up, but you grabbed his arm, making him stay in place.

"Let's not ruin our night because of him, please." You asked. Hoseok sighed and nodded, he did not want to fight because of your former boss.

…

A short time later, everyone had forgotten what had happened and returned to drink. Everyone at the table except you was drunk, laughing at the walls. You excused yourself and walked toward the ladies' room. The music wasn't so loud inside and your ears thanked for it. As you entered the cabin and closed the door, you heard the bathroom door open, the loud music burst into the room, but as soon as the door closed, everything was quiet again, you could hear only the footsteps of someone approaching the cabin where you were.

When you opened the cabin, you let out a startled scream when you saw Jungkook standing in front of you, arms folded.

"Jeon ... I mean, Mr. Jeon, what are you doing here?" You asked wide-eyed, feeling that your heart was almost out of your mouth.

"You spent the whole night ignoring me, you didn't come to me to greet me, so I came to you."

"In the ladies' room?" You asked with a frown and he just shrugged, giving you room to get out of the cabin and go to the sink, wash your hands. "Couldn't you have gone to my table?”

"That little shit you call boyfriend is there, I don't like him."

"Don't talk about him like that, he's got a name, it's Hoseok, and he's not a shit." Unlike you, you thought about talking. Jungkook laughed and leaned against the sink beside you, looking at you. Shit, he was again with that look of who was reading your mind.

"Already working elsewhere?"

"No, I want to get some rest before I start working again." You said taking the paper towel to dry your hands, you wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.

"Fine. Rest for another two weeks and return to the company on February 1st."

"I will not go back to work for you, Jungkook." You said calmly and firmly, without even waiting for his reaction, you walked toward the door, but before reaching it, he grasped your arm, turning you to him. “What...”

"That's not how things work. We need to talk." He said angry, his eyebrows drooping and his jaw clenched. On another occasion you would bow your head and accept his demand, but at that moment no, he no longer ran you. You gripped his wrist, pushed his hand away from your arm and lifted your head.

"You're not my boss anymore. You don't rule me. Have a good night, Jungkook."

And so you left, leaving him completely baffled inside the ladies room. As you walked away, you felt you could breathe again and paused at the bar for a drink before returning to the table and joining your friends who were already wondering why you were taking so long. Shortly thereafter you were paying the bill to leave. Being the one who drank the least, you drove Hoseok's car, driving Irina and Rosie home before heading toward the house of your boyfriend who was completely drunk in the passenger seat, almost fainting.

You locked the car and let Hoseok lean on your shoulders, laughing and trying to dodge his hands as you made your way to the porch. As soon as you laid him on the bed, you helped him take off his clothes, leaving only his underwear and he fell asleep. You laughed as you took off your boots, knowing that the next day he would wake up with a terrible headache.

Your cell phone beeped in your pocket and you picked it up, seeing that Jungkook had texted.

Asshole: I'm outside the house waiting for you, we need to talk.

You rolled your eyes, with no patience to argue.

Me: I'm not home.

And seconds later he answered

Asshole: I know. I'm in front of your boyfriend's house.

Unable to believe it, you ran toward the window, seeing the black Jaguar parked behind Hoseok's car. He really was there. How did he know where Hobi lived? You left the room closing the door behind you, not bothering to put on a slipper, and marched out of the house.

“What are you doing here?” You asked leaning over the passenger window, seeing him inside with his cell phone in one hand and the other at the wheel. You almost lost focus when you saw those big venous hands.

"I told you, we need to talk." He said in a boring voice. "Get in the car."

"No, I can't leave. Hoseok drank too much, he may need me. Just leave, really, I don't think we have anything to talk about. I already said I'm not going back to work for you, and there's nothing that you can do to change my mind. "

Jungkook stared straight ahead for a few seconds, his clenched jaw showing that he was even angrier than before. He bit his lip before dropping the phone, pulling the parking brake, turning off the car and getting out of it, making you stand up in confusion.

"Fine. If you don't want to get in the car, I'll get in the house." He said and started walking toward the house, stuffing his car key in his pocket, leaving you wide-eyed, static, watching him enter Hoseok's house. You blinked and then ran back into the house, seeing your former boss looking around the room in disgust. "This asshole has a bad taste for decoration." He said and so looked at you, standing in the living room door. "Everything here is as boring and bland as he is."

"Jungkook, what do you want? Really, I don't understand why you're insisting so much today on talking to me."

"I just don't understand why you don't want to go back to work for me, (Y/N)." He said raising his voice, making you run towards him and use your hand to cover his mouth, afraid that Hoseok would wake up. And as you stared up at the ceiling, trying to hear some noise from upstairs, Jungkook stared at you, analyzing you, as he always did. It was the first time you were so close like that and he was loving it. He then held your wrist away from his mouth, and made you look back at him, realizing that he was really close. That feeling of attraction was no stranger to you, because even though he had been a jerk all this time, Jeon Jungkook was the definition of sexy.

You shook your head, sending those thoughts away and sighed, waving toward the kitchen door. He followed you and watched you grab a glass of water and drink it, a drop escaped from your mouth and down your throat, falling between your breasts, and Jungkook saw it, and that caused something that was already inside him to spread like fire on a dry straw.

"It was because of him that you quit?" He asked, this time in a lower voice, making you duck your head and face the empty glass. "Was he the one who told you to resign? Was he jealous of our relationship?"

"Relationship?" You turned indignant at him. "What relationship, Jungkook? You were my boss and I was your employee. There was never a relationship between us, what the hell are you talking about?”

"Oh please. Are you telling me you never felt this sexual tension between us?" He asked confused and angry at the same time, pointing to the space between you two, making you perplexed. "Are you telling me that in those two years you never realized that I always act different around you?"

"Different how? More asshole than usual? Because that's all you did, Jungkook, you've always been an asshole with me. Always." You said, this time you were raising your voice. And for the first time in the time you knew him, he was silent, so you continued. "Want to know why I resigned? Because you made these two years the worst of my life. You made my life a hell. Your ironies, your insults, your lack of empathy with me hurt me. And all I wanted was to be far away from you, the only thing that made me feel good was to know that at the end of the day I would come home, rest in the arms of the man who loves me, but then you would call me, drunk, out of my shift to pick you up at some bar as if I were your fucking private driver.” You said holding to not scream. Jungkook just remained silent, listening to you, not daring to interrupt. You took a deep breath, trying to calm down before you spoke again.

"You have no idea how much I hate you, Jungkook. God. I hate you so much. And I screamed with joy when I woke up the day after I resigned to see that I would no longer have to endure your arrogance. That I wouldn't have to be your little toy anymore. But, you know what? I pity you. Because you're going to be alone and bitter for the rest of your life, surrounded by fake people who want you for your money, because no one can love a rubbish person like you. Spoiled, cocky, arrogant and spiteful. What's the point of being beautiful on the outside but being so horrible on the inside?”

And then you shut up again, staring at the ceiling, taking a deep breath, almost as if your lungs were bouncing from your chest. It's been a long time since you wanted to say all that. And when you looked at Jungkook, you realized that it was a bad idea to say that to him. He was standing, staring at his feet, his hands in his back pockets and his shoulders slumped. You put your hand over your mouth, realizing that everything you said had been too cruel and that you had probably hurt him.

"Oh my god, Jungkook, I'm sorry. I ... I'm so sorry."

"It's all right." He said softly, lifting his head, making your heart clench at the sight of his watery eyes. He smiled at you before turning around and leaving the kitchen. You sighed sadly that you were the reason for that and when you finally went after him, he was already getting in the car and leaving.

Yes, he had made you suffer for a long time, but you never wanted to make him went through the same. You scratched your head, having nothing else to do, then walked into the house, leaning against the living room door, staring at the empty room and hearing only the crickets singing. You closed your eyes in regret and locked your jaw. You hated to be the reason for the sadness of others, so surely you couldn't sleep that night.

You sat in the living room chair until daybreak. As soon as Hoseok woke up already complaining about the headache, you told him that you need to go to your apartment because your friend was waiting there and then took a cab.

After taking your shower, you decided that you would talk to Jungkook, apologize once again for what you had told him. You put on a black skirt, white blouse and boots, something you would never wear during your work hours.

As soon as you arrived at the company, just over eight in the morning, everyone who worked there greeted you, happy to see you there again.

"Good to see you here, came to visit us?" The receptionist said as soon as you approached.

"I actually came to talk to Jeon. Has he arrived?"

"Not yet. If you want you can wait upstairs."

"Don't you have to tell his secretary first?" The woman laughed.

"He hasn't hired another secretary yet. I think he's still hoping for you to come back."

You thanked her and got in the elevator. When you stepped on the floor of his office, you felt nostalgic to see your old empty table. You now remembered some things you had forgotten, like every time you got stuck in papers and couldn't go out to lunch, Jungkook brought your food. And when you stayed up late in meetings, he would take you to dinner. You remembered the one-week trip to Cancun that he gave you as a birthday gift. And that he was always by your side when you needed him, like the day your younger brother went to the hospital and he took you there, and didn't leave your side, even though he had been quiet the whole time. Yes, he had been a bad person to you sometimes, but yes, he was different with you in some ways.

"Something happened?" Jungkook's voice made you jump and turn back, seeing that he was standing in front of the elevator door. He was a mess. His hair was messy, his tie was untied and he was carrying his jacket in one hand. What you said to him should have really destabilized him, because that was the first time you saw the great Jeon Jungkook all messy.

"No, I just wanted to talk to you." You said biting your lower lip, getting ready to get an ironic answer, but to your surprise, he just nodded and pointed toward his office. As soon as you walked in, he closed the door behind him and walked toward his desk, tossing his jacket on the small leather sofa beside him. Before he sat down, he started fixing his tie, but you knew he wasn't very good at it, so you approached."Can I help you with this?" You asked and he nodded, letting his hands fall to his sides and letting you fix it. You both kept quiet, Jungkook was trying not to look at you and then looked at the bathroom behind you. The door was open and the sink mirror was reflecting you bare legs, which made him swallow hard and try to look at another place, getting restless.

When you were done, you took a few steps away and he thanked you.

"So what did you want to talk to me about?"

"I want to apologize to you, about yesterday." You started as soon as he sat in his chair. You kept standing in front of him.

"No need to apologize, I deserved it."

"Deserving it or not, I shouldn't have said that. I'm not a bad person and I would never say anything of that kind with the intention of hurting anyone, not even you.”

"So you didn't want to say that to me?" He asked, lifting his head a little to look at you and for some reason, you felt like laughing and ended up smiling.

"I wanted to, but I shouldn't have said." You said it and he laughed shaking his head. "Seriously, I'm sorry."

"It's fine. I understand."And then you both fell silent and stared at each other. This was the first time you two talked like two normal people. And you liked that.

“But I'm still curious about one thing.”

“And what is it?”

“Why do you do so much matter that I may go to work for you again?”

"Because of all the people I've worked with, all the people I've met, you're the only one who didn't care to stand by me, to flatter me. And I like that about you." He said with a shrug. "You do your job and that's it, you don't ask me anything anymore, you don't ask me anything else. Actually, I was the one who demanded too much of you, (Y/N). And you always remained so professional, even if sometimes I blatantly flirted with you, you were still there, not giving a damn about me. And it fascinates me. You fascinates me.”

You blushed when you heard that. Did he flirt with you? How did you never notice?

"What, were you surprised that there is a woman in this world who is not attracted to you?" You asked, trying to look cool. Jungkook gave a low, ironical laugh, as he used to do when he wanted to mock something.

"Oh, you were attracted to me, but you never realized that because you were too busy hating me."

And without restraint, you shyly bit your lower lip and looked elsewhere as you felt your face burn. Well, maybe he was right, and if he really was, you'd be fucked, so you understood that this was the time to get the hell out of that room.

"Well ..." You rubbed the back of your neck, bewildered. "I'm glad we're okay ... hm ... I better go." You said turning your back and walking towards the door, but Jungkook was faster, running towards the door and resting his hand on it, not letting you open it, standing behind you, who froze to feel his breath near your ear. Your heart started beating fast against your chest, and you almost thought it would jump out. That was weird. Jungkook was acting weird. Why did he look so different now?

"Wait (Y/N), don’t you think I deserve to speak too?" He whispered and that made your whole body tingle. You swallowed and turned to face him, taking a few steps back and knocking your back on the door. You fell silent so he could talk. “I won't apologize for the way I've acted with you in the last two years, because no excuse will change what has already happened, but god, you have no idea how hard it was for me to spend all this time looking at you walking around in that tight skirt, and do nothing. I'm not saying you were trying to tease me or anything, after all that was your uniform, but that didn't stop me from imagining you naked. ”

“Jungkook...”

"Shh, babe, let me finish, hm?" He asked placing his index finger over your lips. “I just wish I could get you on all fours on that couch. I just wish I could come every day and kiss you, I just wish I had you for me, if only for a day.”He whispered moving his face close to yours, giving you a peck.

"Jungkook… I have Hoseok." You said, almost begging him to walk away.

“I know, honey.” He whispered giving you one more peck. "It's fine." And one more. "I won't tell him, I promise." And he kissed your neck, leaving wet red marks, making you automatically put your hands on his shoulders. “It'll be all under the mat until the day you're ready to be mine for the rest of your life.” And so he grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you into a kiss you didn't refuse to give.

Wasting no time, you dropped your hands to his waist, tugging at his shirt and pulling it out of his pants, unbuttoning as he walked backward until his thighs hit the edge of the table. Jungkook broke the kiss and pulled you, spinning and putting you onto the table, pushing the papers, pens, and even the computer to the floor just to make room for you to lie there.

He pulled your skirt up, and pulled your waist, fitting between your legs, leaning over you, kissing your neck again, kissing down to your breasts. His big hands massaging your thighs as you arched you back and moaned beneath him, gripping his hair and pulling. The telephone, which had been the only object on the table that had not been thrown to the ground, rang. Jungkook let out an angry growl and had no intention of answering.

"It could be important." You said and he chuckled, taking his mouth off your breast and looking at you.

"The only thing that matters to me now is to eat out your pussy, honey." He said shoving his hand under your skirt and pulling your panties down. Jungkook rested one knee on the floor and put his face between your legs, letting his lips touch with almost desperate delicacy the soggy spot between your legs. making you sit with your hands resting on the table and head thrown back, moaning. His tongue is hot, and when he moves it from the bottom up, slowly makes you feel him stimulate every tiny point of pleasure there, the sound that drips from his lips is pure desire. And when Jungkook finally reaches your clit, the way he sucks that point makes you lie down on the table, letting your head hang on the other side as he puts your thighs over his shoulders and reaches your hands on the table, lacing your fingers.

That was too wonderful. His touch made it sound like this was the first time anyone was giving you an oral, as if all the other times you'd received was nothing like it like it was nothing like Jungkook. The phone starts ringing again and you try to use one hand to answer it, but Jungkook squeezes your fingers, signaling that he wouldn't let you do any of that.

"Let it ring." He whispers against your pussy before using his tongue on it again. Your body shudders with the horniness, looking like you're electrified. He brings one of your hands up to his hair, letting you hold the black strands between your fingers, letting you take control, pulling him closer. The feeling intensifies each time his lips run through it, and with every second you feel the climax get stronger and you can't think of anything but cum in his tongue.

"I ... Oh ..." You could barely speak as he increased the speed of his tongue, and when you realize it, your body feels like free-falling, the adrenaline rush, your whole body shudders in uncoordinated spasms, and you can not help yourself and moan as loud as you had done in life.

Jungkook is pleased to see you so vulnerable like that. He stands and holds your arms, making you sit up. He holds your face and kisses you warmly, letting you hold his waist as he reaches down to your shoulders, caressing your skin. It was so soft, so smooth, you were so inviting, and he could hardly believe he was finally having you there, just for him.

"Mr. Jeon-oh my god." The voice of a third person made Jungkook look over his shoulder at once, seeing the receptionist standing wide-eyed at the office's door. He hugs your body protectively, standing in front of you and preventing her from seeing you in the state you were in.

"Close it." He growled, glaring at the standing woman.

"I'm so sorry…"

"Fucking close it. Get out." He shouted angrily, causing the girl to jump and leave the room, slamming the door. Jungkook breathed for a second and moved away from you a few inches, analyzing you. "You okay?" He asked and those words made you break out of a trance and finally start thinking about what had just happened. Your former boss had given you an oral in his office on his desk, you were almost caught and the worst, you had cheated on Hoseok.

“Oh no.” You put your hands on your face, feeling ashamed of yourself, not believing you had been able to do something like that.

Jungkook realized that you didn't look happy like a few seconds ago and took your hands away from your face, looking at your red face. And before he could say anything, you jumped off the table, moving away from him.

"That shouldn’t have happened." You said with tears in your eyes, walking backwards towards the door, making Jungkook frown. "Please forget that this happened." You asked before lightning out of the room, leaving a disheveled, confused and frustrated man standing in the middle of the office. You didn't even want to use the elevator, using the emergency stairs to leave, running out of the building without even looking back.

Jungkook sat on the table and sighed, running his hands through his messy hair as he growled in rage and confusion. He had come so close to finally getting what he wanted. He was definitely going to fire that woman because she had gotten in his way.

And so looking at the floor, his eyes fell on a piece of black lace near his feet. Your panties. He smirked and bent down to pick it up.

Something was telling him that it was not over yet.

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LONELY CHRISTMAS [MIN YOONGI] | FAMILY GATHERINGS

SUMMARY: Christmas has always been your second favorite holiday of the year, especially since you and your boyfriend Yoongi were literally inseperatable. Well, usually you were. But BTS gets more and more famous - world tours, award shows and other idol priorities making it almost impossible to spend this year’s Christmas with your second family.

WARNINGS: so much fluff, but also the dirty kind of smut. fingering, oral (male and female receiving), choking, spitting, raw sex (i dont need to say anything, do i?), switch!yoongi, switch!reader, fighting for dominance, Yoongi being meow meow but also rawr.

QUOTES USED: 2. “That’s the eggnog talking. I’m cutting you off.” 4. “Don’t be such a Scrooge.” 6. “It’s snowing.” 7. “Open it.” 9. “I’m just happy you’re here.” 24. “Is this the part where we kiss?” 31. “Help me decorate.”

Now; Merry (early) Christmas, celebrate well & enjoy this filthy ride to hell.

Also, a big thanks to @holyfluffly, who spent her precious time reading through this & checking for any mistakes. ♥

Since December started to come around – and you finally decided that it was time to stop binging on your favorite Halloween movies -, your house changed from spoopy graveyard to Rudolph’s shed. Fairy lights and beautiful garlands were hung up everywhere and once you plugged all your Christmas lights in, your house was lighter than “Son Goku in his final form”. At least that’s what Jungkook used to describe it when he first stepped into your winter wonderland. It was a tradition your boys always teased you with, but it was a tradition you brought with you from your home country that you wouldn’t want to miss. Your mother used to hang up lights everywhere, different Christmas shapes (you once had this weird reindeer light that looked more like a stabbed donkey, but… well) on every window and your balcony while she said “No matter how far apart we are, your light shines on me” – and 2 years after her death, was your most favorite thing to do once the calendar hit December. That, and ordering a shit ton of products from the LUSH and Bath and Body Works Christmas range. Jimin really loved the welcoming smell of cotton candy and gingerbread men, but Jin would sneeze when you sprayed all their pillows with the Snow Fairy body spray.

Usually, it was Taehyung’s favorite task to pick out a Christmas tree with you, decorating it with the entire family (that obviously consisted of all his band mates, their dogs and you), but this time it was just you, Tannie and Holly walking around the tree field and picking a random one, much smaller than what you’d usually get. There won’t be any presents underneath it anyway. Decorating wasn’t any fun, your Christmas playlist wasn’t helping, the smell of cotton candy wasn’t sweet enough. You made way too many Christmas cookies that wouldn’t be eaten. Your favorite pair of fuzzy socks had a huge hole in them and, oh well, your boyfriend wouldn’t be there for this year’s Christmas.

“Don’t be such a Scrooge, Y/N! It’s festive season!”, Jungkook yelled from somewhere behind Yoongi, energetic as always. “I wouldn’t be a Scrooge if my boyfriend and my friends would be here, celebrating the fest of love with me.” You mumbled quietly, a heavy sigh leaving your chest. It was currently the 17th of December, the first snow has fallen over Seoul, your fireplace crackling softly in the background. Yet, you were freezing. “Jagi, come on. It’s just another day of the year, we’ll be fine. We have New Year’s together, what’s the deal?” Your boyfriend didn’t care that much about festive traditions, hating the thought of Valentine’s Day or Halloween, not even speaking about the stress he always has around the Christmas season. For them, worldwide superstars, it was just another workday.

“You’re just happy you don’t need to wear one of our Christmas sweaters, huh?”, you scolded him, knowing his hate for the scratchy sweaters with the ugly patterns that you always made him and the boys wear for photos and your Christmas dinner at home. “Yeah, I won’t even start talking about those Rudolph ears you bought for our photo last year…”, Yoongi smirked. “I loved those!”, you vaguely heard the voice of Jimin in the background, Taehyung agreeing him on that. “I still wear those whenever I wash my face, thank you Y/N!” Sighing, you wished you were right there, with your loud and energetic boys, instead you were suffering on your own, the pout never leaving your lips.

“Boys, you’ve got 10 Minutes left!”, their tour manager interrupted your sulking, Yoongi nodding at him. “We’ll be right there.” He smiles at your pout, sticking out his bottom lip as well. “I’ll call you after the show, okay? Will you be still awake?” BTS was currently on world tour, playing somewhere in Europe and the time differences made it rougher than ever to talk to your boyfriend every day. You shrug, shivering under the thought of another sleepless night without your love, without the sounds of Taehyung and Jungkook fighting over some videogame and without the thought of Jin’s delicious breakfast to wake up to. “I guess I will, see you later, Yoongs. Bye Tae, bye Jungkook, bye Jiminie!”, you wave to the boys you considered family before smiling sadly at Yoongi. “Good luck, I’m sure you guys will rock that country! I love you.” “I love you too, Jagi. I’ll text you before I’m going to call you, okay? Try and rest.” “Bye, Noona!” Then the screen went black, all you could see was your own sad appearance in one of Yoongi’s oversized Hoodies.

Days went by, you didn’t have the chance to talk very much to Yoongi because of yours and their working schedule, they were currently in the States to record another hit song with some famous American singer that would explode on the Charts the second it comes out. Sure, you loved your boy’s music, you could listen to them sing and rap for hours, they worked hard and deserved all their success – but you didn’t wonder that all of them weren’t in a relationship. Tour life was hard, not only for their girlfriends but for them, too. A simple picture from across the world with a random girl could ruin relationships, just because of a misunderstanding. When you and Yoongi started dating a couple of years ago, Jin had a long-distance relationship – which already sucks for ‘normal’ human beings, but for worldwide superstars? A catastrophe because you couldn’t just come home to your significant other. It was over for them after a few months because she met a nice guy from her apartment complex, because he was there while Jin wasn’t. It was sad, especially for the Maknaes, because they needed affection, they needed their experience, they needed love. Instead, they had to have One Night Stands, making sure that those girls wouldn’t talk about their “night with BTS”. Truth be told it was too much work to find a girl to get laid, so they’d simply refuse, giving into their frustration and suffer from loneliness.

With Yoongi, things were easy. He didn’t get jealous whenever you hung out with other guys, but he also didn’t give you any reason to be jealous as well. People always describe him as “cold”, “depressed” or “weird guy that’s always quiet”, but once he warmed up to you, he was even funnier than Jin, his dry humor and loving gestures winning over your heart immediately. He was a family person, loving to be in a cozy home surrounded by his bandmates and you, even if he’d never say that out loud, all of them knew it. Yoongi was a loving person, whether he was showing it or not.

The 20th December rolled around quicker than you thought, last minute presents were bought, the house completely decorated and one Christmas movie after the other was playing on TV – but you were still sulking. “You didn’t even help me decorate! I had to do all of that by myself!”, you switched your phone camera so you could show Jimin how beautiful the living room looked, smiling at his little pout. “Noona!”, he whined, “Don’t be angry, okay? I promise you I’ll decorate for New Year’s all by myself.” “Don’t worry, Jiminie, it’s not your fault you can’t be here. Where’s Hobi? I’m watching his favorite Christmas movie, but I can’t get in the mood without my sunshine.” Jimin looks around, his lips twitching, but he remained quiet. “Jimin?” “He’s… uhhhh… He’s doing stuff with Yoongi and Tae?” You raise an eyebrow at him, taking another sip of the creamy eggnog you ordered online because it was nowhere to be found in Seoul. “Are you lying, Jiminie?” “No, but… Oh, Jungkook calls for me, bye Noona!” Sighing, you dropped your phone aside, head tilting towards the window while a soft smile appeared on your lips. It’s snowing.

On the 24th December, the boys had their last official concert of the year – in Australia. A 13-hour flight away, plus the two-hour time difference that made your heart sink, because whenever you were ready to call Yoongi, he was already too tired because of the concert and travel exhaustion. As one of the idol’s girlfriend, it was basically your job to watch their performances, you streamed all of them, no matter what time it was in your time zone, but it wasn’t as good as it would be when you were there. You loved going to their concerts, not standing backstage to watch the show, no. You preferred going into the crowd, singing and dancing along with ARMYs from around the world and watching your family from down there, enjoying their glow and sensual performances from a fan’s perspective. But today, it was just you and your laptop, watching the stream in your bed, a cup of your favorite tea beside you, Tannie on your lap and Holly somewhere besides you under the blanket, asleep like always. A smile was plastered on your face as you saw that all of them were wearing those “stupid Rudolph ears” – even if Yoongi looked grumpier than ever. You were fascinated as always – how could those cute little boys turn into Korean gods within two seconds? Of course, the Maknaes were the center of attention, fans chanting for them, dancing and screaming – you couldn’t deny the fact that they looked great, but exhaustion was plastered on all of their faces. Your eyes were plastered on the smol bean that caught your heart and as if he knew, he smiled into the camera, giving it a finger heart.

The 25th December was rough, you didn’t even want to get out of bed, staying under the covers for several hours after waking up. There was no reason so get up if there wasn’t anyone to give presents to. You didn’t use your phone, watching The Nightmare before Christmas again because if you acted like it was still Halloween, you wouldn’t be as sad that you were alone on your second favorite holiday of the year. It was around 12pm when the two dogs came into your room, whimpering because you didn’t take them out yet. “Ugh, fine, fine. Let me grab my shoes and we’ll go out”, you mumbled groggily while heaving your tired body out of bed. Pulling your slippers over your cold toes as you tied your hair out of your face. You didn’t plan to go out for too long, so you didn’t even try to make yourself look good. Humming the movie’s soundtrack, you made your way downstairs, surprised by the warm scent of cinnamon and vanilla that filled the house. “Huh, did I leave my candles on?” With furrowed eyebrows you check the living room, not wanting to burn the entire house down on Christmas, but you stood still in shock when you realized why it smelled just the way it did.

Jimin and Jin were busy in the kitchen, baking cookies and cooking up your Christmas dinner. Jungkook and Taehyung were building a giant gingerbread house while Namjoon sat besides them, frustrated over his own ruined house laying in broken pieces. Hobi placing all of the presents underneath the Christmas tree while Yoongi sat on the couch, Holly on his lap and a loving smile on his face as he saw you in your sleepy state with a frown on your face. “Merry Christmas, babe.”

Suddenly, seven pairs of eyes were on you, smiles beaming across the entire room and seconds later you were caught in a warm, cozy group hug. “Surprise, Noona!”, Jungkook beamed as he pressed a kiss on your cheek, receiving a flip against his forehead from Yoongi. “Lips away, you can kiss Taehyung, not my girl.” Taehyung’s cheeks burned a bright red, Jungkook looked away while biting his lips and Jimin just smirked but pressed you tight against his body. “We’re glad to be back.” Jin groaned, pulling you out of the hug. “Let that poor girl alone, she needs to collect her thoughts first. Look at her”, he pointed towards your face, shock still written across it as you looked into each of your boys’ faces. “You… I mean, how… You were… Australia?” Your boyfriend laughed, now pulling you into a tight hug while burying his nose in your hair, inhaling the familiar scent that always calmed him down. “We’re here, that’s all that matters.” “We took the first plane back home, but we’ve been waiting for you to get up since 9AM, what did you do? It’s Christmas, usually you’d set an alarm at 6AM to run and check your presents”, Hobi pouted, pointing towards the tree.

“I didn’t have a reason to be up, so I watched The Nightmare before Christmas. But now, I’m just happy you’re here”, you smiled fondly at all of them, “Open your presents. Especially you, Babe. Open it!” You clap your hands excitedly, jumping up and down as you hand them their presents: a big, soft blanket for Jimin, so he can roll himself up in it and be cozy the entire holidays. A new Japanese knife for Jin, because Namjoon broke his favorite knife when he tried to cut through a book – don’t ask, nobody knows why he did that. Namjoon got a new KAWs figure he didn’t have the chance to buy yet while Hoseok got a new Palm Angels hoodie. Taehyung and Jungkook got some games for their PlayStation and a set of new controllers, because… well, Jungkook tends to destroy them when he’s in a rage. Yoongi’s present was hard to find because he basically has everything he wants and you weren’t too familiar with all those high end music technologies that you could give him, so you decided on a spa weekend over the holidays, just the two of you in a fancy wellness resort. Exactly what he needed after that tour. “Y/N, you must be poor by now! I should have gotten you a gift card or something”, Taehyung pouted, “You spent way too much on our presents!” You smiled, shaking your head and pressed a soft kiss on his cheeks. “Everything for my family. You’re all that I have left.”

The day went by way too fast; a fabulous Christmas buffet was set up by Jin, eggnog and wine handpicked by the youngest Maknae and Christmas movies of Jimin’s choice made up for all the days you spent sulking in your room. “I love you guys so much. I can’t believe you surprised me like that! Ugh, I really thought I had to spend Christmas with just the dogs.” You placed your head on Yoongi’s shoulder, cuddling deeper into the soft material of his hoodie while he rubbed your shoulder. “That’s the eggnog talking, love. You’re the anchor of our little family, we couldn’t be apart from you over the holidays, Jungkook would’ve driven us crazy and Namjoon would set the hotel on fire while trying to light a Christmas candle”, Yoongi mumbled. “A Christmas wonder! Yoongi confessed his feelings! Tweet that, Namjoon!”, Hoseok yelled while earning a slap on the back of his head from Jimin. “Don’t scare him, he’s like a deer right now, if we just ignore it, maybe he’ll say something nice about us too!” Yoongi just rolled his eyes, pulling you closer toward his small frame while mumbling “Idiots”.

It was past midnight, your tummies filled with delicious snacks and desserts, brain fogged because of the amount of alcohol all of you drank that day – and you were just happy to finally be in bed with your boyfriend again. “You know how lonely the nights were without you? Not just you, but also the boys. I even missed Jungkook’s animal imitations”, you sighed, “I missed breakfast, without Jin all I ate was toast and cucumbers. I’m lucky to be part of your family.” Yoongi smiled, a precious, rare smile that showed all his love for you.

“I had time to think on tour, you know. It’s rough, you not being there with me, I saw all those places, cities and famous buildings, but didn’t have you to share those moments with. I had dinner with Taehyung right in front of the Eiffel Tower, I shared a Pizza in Venice with Jungkook, had beer with Hoseok in Berlin, but I wish I had all those moments with you, love. So, I’m bad at this stuff, you know that. The entire world knows that, but you also know that I love you. And I wish you could be the person by my side on tour, on every tour. I wish you could be my +1 at events, dinner parties or during award shows. I even talked to our management, because an ‘official girlfriend’ is dangerous for all of us. But I didn’t want the world to meet you as my girlfriend, Y/N. I want them to finally meet you as my wife, the woman that won’t ever leave my side. This is probably trashy and I could use better opportunities for that, but… Y/N, my love, my flower, my angel, would you marry me?” Yoongi, the smooth guy he was, pulled out a simple yet beautiful rosé gold ring – without a box – from the pocket of his sweats, sitting in front of you on your bed, crossed legs and a nervous smile on his face. You couldn’t hide the pout on your face, lips quivering and tears dwelling in your eyes while you looked at the beautiful man in front of you, the beautiful ring in his hands and outside, snowflakes fall from the sky. Everything was perfect. “Yoongi… Yes! Fuck, of course!”, you jumped into his lap, not caring about the pling your engagement ring made when it fell to the floor, because right now, your fiancé was more important. You showered his face in kisses, not caring the slightest about the grumpy noises he made – even if they were fake, because he was just as happy as you were. His smile was beautiful, something you didn’t see that much because he seldom smiled so brightly even his bottom teeth were showing. “Is that the part where we kiss?”

You didn’t hesitate to press your lips onto his, soft and loving, sweet and tender. “Min Yoongi, is that the part where you turn into the sweet little kitten your fandom thinks you are?” Smirking, Yoongi growls at you, showing you his teeth once more. “Oh baby, I’m going to show you that nothing on my body is little.” His lips were back on yours, his hands buried in your hair as he made his way between your legs, almost crushing you with the comfortable weight of his body on yours. Whatever loving, sweet innocent kiss you shared before, this one was completely different. It gave way to heated passion as you both continue the lustful, erotic exchange. Yoongi’s shaking but skilled hands started to peel off your ugly Christmas sweater and the rest of your clothes, falling to the floor forgotten, before he gently bites along your jaw and the nape of your neck, leaving a trail of love bites on the way down there. Your moans fill the room that still smells like cinnamon and cotton candy, combined with Yoongi’s musky scent and the sweet scent of a heated make-out session. With his lips still attached to your soft skin, you take the opportunity to catch him off guard and flip both your bodies into a new position; you now straddling his slim waist. Yoongi’s lips widened in shock, then turned into a bright smirk. “Someone’s feisty.” You just smile at him sweetly, cutting off his words as you wrap your hands around his beautiful throat, leaning your face towards his ear. “I wouldn’t speak like that in such a position, Babe.”

Yoongi’s voice hitched, “Y/N”, he whined. The same hand that restricted his airways comes up to slightly slap his scruffed cheek, but it had still enough force to leave a sting that reminded him not to speak up anymore. “Aren’t you going to be a good boy? Or should I call you a good little kitten? Would you like that?” He shakes his head quickly, baring his teeth once more. “Shut that, love. You won’t be able to tame a lion. I’m not a small kitten.” He knows he could switch positions any time, hell, you knew that too. But you also knew that he enjoyed that position too much to change anything now. Shaking your head in displeasure, you crawl down the bed to be at eye level with his beautiful cock. The cock that had you limping almost every night, that never fails to give you pleasure, that already sends tingles to your core. Your hands were cold against the prominent vine that ran from his shaft to his leaking tip, red and sensitive as you licked your finger to circle around it. Tiny moans – mewls – left his mouth, causing you to giggle. You knew it. His balls were tight, full and hurting. He was away for so long, having almost no time to pleasure himself. You cooed, the other hand coming up to gently play with them, rolling them around as you kept applying pressure to his tip. Yoongi’s groans got louder and louder once your mouth was finally working its magic on him, his hands buried inside the loose strands of your hair, trying to shove you down deeper. Much to your displeasure.

You hissed, letting go of his length as you crawled up to sit on his toned chest. Smiling, you slid your fingers through your soaked folds, holding them in front of his sweaty face. “Suck.” Oh, and how he sucks. His tongue working circles around your digit, collecting your sweet juices as he hums happily. “You’re my toy. A fucking toy, do you understand that? You don’t get to make rules here, Yoongi. If I want to suck your cock, I’ll do it how I want, not how you want it. Or did I miss something?” You made sure his eyes never left yours, fingers still inside his mouth – and you just decided to shove them down a bit deeper, making him gag around them just like he wants you to gag around his cock. “I asked you something, pretty babe. Mind answering?” Yoongi hums again, not able to speak with your fingers down his throat, but it was good enough of a try for you. It wasn’t every day you got the chance to dominate Min Yoongi, you were sure to getting everything out of it. You pulled your now wet digits out of his mouth, wiping away his spit somewhere in his mint colored hair, as you turned around to sit on his face, just like he loves you to do. By now, his only problem was holding back his load, eating your pussy wouldn’t help with that though. “Now, are you going to cum for me, precious? While devouring my pussy? I bet you’d like that, huh?” Yoongi hums again, his hands already on your ass to spread your cheeks, allowing him to dive deep into your pussy, drinking your juices, slurping them down like a fine, ripe wine. Teasingly, you continued to jerk him off, enjoying the tension in his body, his concentration on your pussy rather than his own orgasm. “Mh, wait. I changed my mind. Hold it, you don’t have my permission just yet”, you laughed as you squeezed his balls – but he wasn’t able to control it or hold it back. His cock twitched uncontrollably, one small rope of cum leaving the tip. “Ugh, look at that”, you sighed while shaking your head, sitting down deeper on his face – your ass now flat against his forehead as his tongue, the oh so famous rapper tongue, worked its wonders.

If Yoongi was frustrated, he didn’t show it. He knew better. Even though it was his first real orgasm in weeks, his first ruined orgasm in weeks, he stood up the man he was and continued what he was here for. Pleasuring his fiancé. Just before your orgasm arrived, you crawled down again, collecting the small puddle of cum with your tongue and fed it to your soon to be husband. You let him taste himself, he swallowed greedily. “Such a good boy”, you purr while wiping the sweat from his forehead. “Now, I hope you know who you belong to.” Yoongi just nods, licking his lips to still taste you. “Tell me who you belong to, Yoongi”, you command.

“You, babe. Only you. I belong to you”, Yoongi moans out as you started to grind against his smooth thigh, picking up your desired pace as you used him to satisfy your own desire. His hands were on your hips, guiding you and helping you to speed up, but just before your orgasm reached his peak, just one little rock of your hips missing, he turned you around, leaving you with a ruined orgasm as well. “Fucking son of a bi-“, your frustration interrupted by Yoongi’s teeth biting into your nipple, his hand smacking your other tit. “Oh, that’s not a nice word, baby”, he pouts while pinching both of your erect buds with a bit too much force. A sharp stinging sensation radiating through your body. “Fuck, Yoongi”, you moaned, desperate for release. “Now, now”, he tzed as he looked down at your trembling body. “Sucks to be played with, huh?” Elegant fingers started to rub circles into your swollen nub, your body rising from the mattress just to be pushed back by your fiancé. “Still”, he orders, plunging two of his long, delicate fingers into your dripping hole. Yet, you needed more. “Yoongi”, you whined. “Are you going to be a good girl now? Instead of a fucking brat?” “Yes!”, you cried out, tears running down your cheeks, hoping he’d just do something. “Good, because bad girls disgust me”, he spoke through clenched teeth as he pulled out his fingers and shoved his cock inside you within seconds. “Fuck fuck fuck, yes!”

“Shut up! Or do you want the boys to come in and join you, huh? You want our little Maknae see how stuffed you are?” Yoongi always knew about your affection for Jungkook, the way his doe eyes always make your heart jump, leaving it impossible to deny whatever he wanted from you while addressing you as his ‘favorite Noona’. You were weak for him, but you wouldn’t want him to see you in such a situation. Shaking your head in shame, you pout as you dig your heels into his ass to get him to move faster. “Make me cum, please. I love you”, you whine, word for word leaving your lips as he thrusts deep and powerful into your clenching hole. Just before another beg could leave your lips, Yoongi’s index finger slipped past them, your chin securely trapped between his thumb and middle finger. His other hand slowly found its place on your neck. “Look at you”, he smiles. “Such a good girl, knowing how to beg like a big girl.” You whimper again, squeezing around him as he slowed his pace with a devilish smirk. Your lips played with the tip of his finger while the thumb of his other hand came down to circle your clit painfully slow, spitting onto it and watching his finger mixing it with your arousal. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, both of your hands gripping the wrist that was choking you. “Tighter, please”, you gasped out, enjoying the feeling of almost no air coming to your lungs. Oh, how Yoongi loved to see you struggle for air, just as much as you loved to be on the receiving end. “You gonna come for me, angel?”, he growled as he tightened his grip, already feeling his own orgasm approaching. “Going to cum around my thick cock, huh?” You nod, already seeing spots in your vision, your orgasm shooting through your body just like a firework as soon as Yoongi released you, allowing the blood to shoot back into your head. You couldn’t control your body anymore, gushing against him as you rode out your high with closed eyes. That alone triggered Yoongi’s orgasm, a loud scream leaving his lips as he finally released inside you. “Fuck, you squirted all over me”, he groaned while looking at the mess you made, his stomach glistering in your juices. “I don’t care, I want to snuggle my Grinch now”, you pouted with grabby hands, smiling happily as Yoongi obeyed.

“I think we lost the ring somewhere between our clothes”, Yoongi mumbles with his sleepy voice, “I hope Taehyung won’t find it, he was the one that chose it – ‘If Y/N says no, I’ll wear that one happily’.” Suddenly you’re wide awake, knees on the floor and digging through your clothes to find the symbol of your love. “Got it!”, you yelled as you threw it to Yoongi, holding your left hand in front of his face. “You’ve got the honor, babe.” Smiling, he slid the ring over your finger. The black diamonds sparkling in the dim light of your room, the rosé gold complimenting your skin tone perfectly, just like the man in front of you does. Your fiancé, soon to be husband, the love of your life. “Merry Christmas, love.”

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pairing: jung hoseok x sister!reader [PLATONIC]

summary: Hello, can I request a brother!hoseok imagine where like once bts rly took off he starts ignoring his little sister (reader) and the other boys gradually do as well so she tries to contact them and they hint that she’s annoying and they don’t want to see her... (if ur comfortable), reader going through depression and maybe self harming I know it’s hard but maybe fluffy ending ? Sorry this request is so loaded LOL

warnings: mentions of regrets, cursing, overuse of commas, neglect, bad brothers

The worst part of it all, is that at first you thought he would never do something like that. Not Hoseok, your older brother and you looked up to your entire life. You just didn’t think he had it in him. After he watched over you,and protected you for years growing up. you never actually thought that your brother and best friend would be the one to do something like this.

Your friends saw it coming, which somehow made it worse. Every time you’d call him only to get his voicemail, or your texts would get left on read for weeks, and when he finally did answer, he’d give you generic replies. Every time your friends would say he forgot about you, but you would defend him saying he was busy, and even if he wasn’t the boys were like a family to him, so he was probably just relaxing with them. You defended him every time.

But now you were wondering if it was ever worth it. Your friends had tried to tell you to stop trying to get in touch with you brother, because it only ever ended up with you being sad and him having the time of his life across the globe. You didn’t contact him this time, though. You thought he had called you. When the phone rang, and Hoseok’s name flashed across the screen, you answered immediately. “Hobi, you finally-”

But the sounds you got in return were less than desired.

“Why do you look so upset? Y/N’s not calling you again, is she?”

You weren’t able to recognize who the muffled voice belonged to, but you heard the words enough. Did you really bother him that much? You heard chuckles on the other end of the line.

“No, I told her last night I didn’t have time to talk to her. She didn’t need to know that it was because she gets on my nerves.”

You heard more laughs, bringing tears to your eyes. All you had wanted to do was talk to your brother. It wasn’t like you had unrealistic expectations. Did you? Were you really in the wrong for wanting to have a conversation with your brother?

“Well, that’s for sure. It’s like every time you sit down, her name is on the screen. Doesn’t she know when to stop?”

Your friend gently took the phone from your hand, which was good because you didn’t think you would be able to hear any more. “You’re a fucking asshole, Jung Hoseok,” you heard her hiss into the phone just before hanging up. She tossed the phone onto your bed, and looked at you with sympathy.

“Oh, honey,” she pulled you into her arms, sitting on your bed beside you so she could comfort you. “He’s an asshole.”

“He’s supposed to be my older brother,” you whispered. “I just wanted to talk to him. He used to be there for everything, like I’m there for him. Why is it that now that he’s famous, he’s a whole new person?”

Your friend winced. She had a decently healthy relationship with her family; she had no idea what she should do. “I don’t know, Y/N,” she tried to soothe you as you started crying.

Your brother on the other hand, found himself waking up to sharp knocking on his door. “I’m coming,” he called sleepily, rubbing his eyes as he crawled out from under the blankets and made his way to his front door. “Dawon? What are you doing here?”

His older sister stormed past him inside his apartment, and turned to face him with the harshest glare he’d ever seen. “What is the matter with you? Genuinely, what the hell is wrong with you?”

He frowned. “Nothing, I’m fine.”

Dawon crossed her arms. “Knowing that you made your baby sister think she wasn’t good enough doesn’t affect you at all? You’re fine knowing what you did?”

Hoseok frowned. “What are you talking about? I didn’t do anything to Y/N.”

The laugh that left her was sarcastic. “You are honestly such an asshole. You ignored her for weeks, and then you had the nerve to call her annoying?! I went to go check on her this morning because I hadn’t heard from her in a couple days, and she’s been so stressed out with college, I was worried she hadn’t been eating again. I bet you didn’t even know that happened the first time, did you? Probably not, since Y/N didn’t even know you were in the country. Guess what I found when I got there? I was greeted by her roommate telling me Y/N had cried herself to sleep because you accidentally called her and she had to hear exactly what you think of her.”

His eyes widened. “No, wait, it’s not what it-”

His sister glowered at him. “She has been defending you this entire time. You will talk to me, or anyone else, but Y/N, and she hasn’t said a bad thing about you, yet. She looked up to you for years, and for some reason she still does. She thinks she’s a bad sister, and blocked you so that she couldn’t be a distraction to you, anymore. I have never seen my sister like this,” her voice broke, and Hoseok felt like the worst person in the world. “Fix this,” she pointed at him. “Fix this before we lose our sister.”

And then she left, slamming his door, and leaving her brother to stare at the ground and wonder just what the hell he had done. He didn’t know you had been overwhelmed by college. Had it really been that long since he had had an actual conversation with you? God, he fucked up.

He had no idea how he was supposed to fix this, but he still found himself knocking on your door, and hoping he had the right place. He didn’t even know where you lived...

You opened the door, frowning, but you gasped when you saw him standing there. You grabbed his forearm and yanked him inside. “What are you doing here? You guys just released statements about fans following you and you show up at a college unannounced? What is the matter with you?”

Somehow, those words hurt more when they came from a place of caring within you. He grimaced as he shut the door. “Y/N, we need to talk.”

You chewed your lower lip. “If this is about what I heard the other day, don’t worry about it. i get it. You were probably stressed or something.”

You still managed to defend him, and the smile on your face broke his heart. “I wasn’t exactly busy..”

You brushed it off. “It’s cool. I shouldn’t be trying to talk to you so often. That’s got to be distracting. Don’t worry about it, I understand.”

Your brother ran a hand through his hair. “No, Y/N, that’s not it! I’m not too busy to talk to you, I’m just an asshole!”

“You’re not-”

“But I am,” he finally exploded. “I’m the worst brother in the world, and you’re easily the best sister, and I don’t deserve to have you as mine. I didn’t even know where you lived! I didn’t know that you got accepted to college! I promised that nothing would change, and I would always be there for you, even when we got big, and I didn’t keep that promise and I’m sorry.”

You weren’t quite sure what to say as you wiped your face. When did you even start crying? “Hoseok, it’s okay. I’m fine.”

“This time,” he muttered, still looking right at you, “But there won’t be a next time. I don’t know how many times you called me because you needed your brother, but I’ll be here now,” he said, nodding his head as if it helped make his statement final.

You couldn’t help but shake your head. “That sounds great, but I heard what you said. You don’t actually want that.”

It was his turn to shake his head as he violently disagreed with you. “No. You’re not annoying and you don’t get on my nerves, Y/N. I was just being an idiot. I promise, I’ll be your big brother again. I don’t want to lose my sister because I made a mistake.”

You sighed, moving closer to hug him. “You won’t. But I can’t keep getting updates about you on twitter because you won’t answer my texts.”

He reassured you once again that he would be a better brother, and you smiled. This was all you wanted, just your older brother back. Now that you had him, it felt like nothing could go wrong.

“Okay, so tell me what all I’ve missed out on.”

“So there’s this one bitch in my class...”

#bts #aimee grace writes #bts imagine #bts x reader #jhope #jhope x reader #jhope imagine #jung hoseok #jung hoseok x reader #jung hoseok imagine #hoseok #kpop

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newcaptainofsquad9 · 4 years

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So When Can We Tell The World? {3} Min Yoongi x black! fem! reader

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Summary: With the Grammys only a few days away, Yoongi and the guys have to promote their appearance there along with you. Yoongi apologies for his actions last night, which you don’t fully accept, but decide to anyway, since you don’t want to have any bad omens going into your Grammy performance with him. Little did you know that Yoongi will make things worse during his V live with Hoseok.

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Romance, Idol-verse, Smut

Word Count: 1,667

Author’s Note: I seriously don’t know how long this fic will be, but we shall see. I’ll put this entire series in it’s own master-list once I finish it, so you guys can find it in one place. As always, I hope you guys enjoy this and send in your BTS or EXO requests my way. Thanks!

The bed shifts as the morning sun pours in from the adjacent window. My eyes open to see Yoongi up in front of the mirror, buttoning up his black flannel. He turns slightly to catch my eye, forcing me to duck my head down to focus on the cerulean sheets below. Shooky remains in the middle of my bed where I put him with that eager grin, yet I don’t see RJ.

“Yoongi, where’s RJ?”

I search under and over the covers, not seeing the fluffy white alpaca anywhere.

“Check the floor,” Yoongi grumbles, “I think I might have accidentally kicked him from the bed last night.”

I sit up to find the stuffed alpaca near my dresser, smiling sweetly, although, I imagine there had to be some pain failing from the bed.

“Why are you so petty?” I groan, “wait till I tell Jin-”

The feeling of Yoongi’s lips on mine cuts me off. It’s so abrupt that I have to hold onto the dresser and RJ for dear life as he deepens it. His hands move to hold my waist, giving it a light squeeze once his lips continue to move against my own. I pull back to catch my breath with a hand on his chest.

“Yoongi.”

“I’m sorry,” he says, “I’m sorry about making you feel so anxious and most importantly making you cry.”

The way he frowns with his eyebrows down and eyes intense with love makes me melt. He doesn’t understand why I couldn’t come out as his girlfriend to the world, but I can let it go for now. The Grammys are two days away and I don’t want any bad blood between us.

“Y/N?” he asks, “you there babe?”

I perk up as he presses his forehead against mine.

“Hm, yeah,” I say, “I forgive you.”

“You sure?” he asks leaning in further, “I can make it up to you.”

“Yoongi, you don’t have t-”

His lips are on me again, hips pressing into me to elicit a gasp as I fall back against the bed. My hands find his hair, combing through it easily while our mouths move in a delicate manner as Yoongi’s own hands start to travel. I pull away from his lips once his fingers discover the waistband of my pajamas, pulse racing from our makeout.

“Yoongi, are the guys still here?” I ask.

Yoongi nods as his lips trace along my jaw.

“We have to leave soon,” he whispers, “but I always have time to make you feel good.”

His breath makes me shudder, yet I can’t help but to tease him.

“You do, but recently time has not been great,” I say, “we’re both promoting a lot, you especially.”

Yoongi travels back to my face before pressing a quick, yet deep kiss to my lips.

“We’ll get more time, I promise,” he vows.

“Yoongi, I don’t want you to halt your career for me.”

“Don’t say that,” he says, “you know I’d slow down for you.”

He’s got that look again: intense black eyes on me filled with so much passion that I can die right now.

“I know you would, but we’re good, ok?”

Yoongi nods and I seal our deal with another kiss. He adds more heat as his lips trail down to my neck again, fingers moving to the string of my pants again.

“Yoongi-”

“Let me, you deserve something for me being an idiot yesterday,” he explains, “would you rather me use my fingers or mouth?”

I bite down on my lip to suppress a moan.

“Yoongi, the boys are still here,” I say.

“I don’t give a damn,” Yoongi growls, “I’ll make you come if you want.”

I laugh at his tone.

“God, when you say it like that,” I moan, “use that tongue technology to good use Yoongi.”

Yoongi licks his lips, already on his knees as I sit up to remove my pants. He beats me to the punch, yanking them down with ease, leaving me bare to him. Before I can say anything, his mouth meets my core, giving it an agonizing lick.

“Yoongi!”

My hands grip his hair as he starts to go faster working at my clit in hard laps, sucking it prior to continuing. I toss my head back as the moans grow and grow, almost following my release.

“Keep going Yoon-fuck I’m close,” I groan.

Yoongi bobs his head, making eye contact with me as his tongue continues.

“Ah! Yoongi!”

Yoongi’s licks slow down, yet he doesn’t let up as he laps up my release while holding my shaky thighs. I try to steady my rapid heart while he kissing back up my thighs and casually drags my pants back up to my waist. He gives me a wink and a bright smile as he leans over me.

“How was that?”

I answer him by bringing my arms around him. He melts into the embrace instantly.

“It was perfect,” I say, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

...

{Yoongi’s P.O.V}

I can’t help but smile at the thought of Y/N being satisfied. It’s been so long since I’ve seen her glow that bright, God who needs a Grammy nomination when I got that in my life?

“Ah! What are you all smiley about?”

I glance up and there’s Hoseok with the bowl of noodles he said he went to heat up five minutes ago. I didn’t even notice him return to my room of the hotel with his loud ass slurping.

“Do you have to slurp so damn loud?” I ask.

Hoseok shrugs as he plops down on the carpet floor beside me.

“Oh, like how you were with Y/N this morning?”

I look dead at him, ready to make him choke on those God damn chopsticks.

“What?” I ask.

Hoseok chuckles before putting a large glop of noodles into his mouth.

“You and Y/N, well at least Y/N was loud as hell,” he explains, “would you like me to reenact it?”

“Hobi please, don-”

It’s too late. He’s already opening his big mouth.

“Oh! Oh Yoongi! I’m close Yo-”

I lean back to try to kick him in the side, yet he’s a bit quicker, being able to hop up before I can get a hit on him.

“Got to be quicker than that,” he says, “can’t hit me with those canoe feet!”

I roll my eyes.

“Just shut up and sit down so we can do this V live,” I growl, “and Y/N doesn’t sound like that!”

“Oh I’m sure she doesn’t, but that’s all we heard while Jin was cooking this morning,” Hoseok says while taking out his phone, “hey it was better than hearing his jokes all morning.”

I shove him.

“Just start the fucking video already!” I scold.

Hoseok does once he leans it up onto it’s mini stand, sits back and continues to chow on his noodles. I stay eased with a hand against my palm, watching as the views rack up from fifty to a couple thousand and counting. Purple and red hearts fill the screen with a horde of comments. Hoseok perks up to wave, his mouth still full so I have to be the one to welcome ARMY.

“Hi! Welcome ARMY!” I greet with a huge smile.

Hoseok slurps up nosily and swiftly and follows my lead.

“Hi ARMY! How are you?”

I smirk as the comments roll, roll and roll.

They read:

J-Hope I love you!

Where are the other guys?

Hey Yoongi!

I love you Min Yoongi, will you marry me?

I blink at the last comment as Hoseok goes into his usual bright self.

“Aw, I love you guys too!” he shouts.

“I’m sorry,” I say, “I’m taken.”

As soon as the words leave my mouth Hoseok’s is wide open as his eyes are on me. My heart hammers against my ribs, it, along with Hoseok realizing what I just did. I just realized what I just did.

“Oh shit,” I say.

Hoseok closes his mouth prior to replacing his shock with a tiny grin.

“Gotta go ARMY, bye!” he says.

His finger is swift, yet the comments flashed anyway:

Yoongi’s WHAT?!

I fucking knew one of them where taken!

Damn! I know Jin got a family somewhere, but Yoongi?!

It better not be Halsey!

Look at their faces, dude!

WHO IS IT!

“Yoongi, what the fuck!” Hoseok growls, “do you realize the shit you’ve just pulled?”

I don’t answer, yet I know. All I can do is stand to alleviate the burning in my chest. Y/N’s going to kill me and after what I promised. Fuck.

“Yoongi,” Hoseok rises with concern, “are you ok?”

I shake my head and place my hands on my head.

“I fucked up Hobi, I fucked up!”

Namjoon and Jin step into our room, making me frustrated even more.

“What happened?” Namjoon asks.

“I just fucked it up with Y/N,” I groan into my hands.

“How?” Jin asks, “you fucked her good didn’t y-”

“Hyung!” Namjoon warns, “not the time!”

“He responded to a few ARMY during our V live,” Hoseok explains, “he accidentally dropped the fact that he was in a relationship.”

Namjoon’s eyes widen before he glares down at me. It’s not that he didn’t believe Hoseok, he just wants validation from me. I nod numbly as I curl into a ball on the floor near the bed.

“Oh, Hyung,” Namjoon soothes, “we’ll fix this, but we-”

He pauses to think for a moment prior to continuing.

“We’re gonna have to contact PD,” he admits, “he’ll know how to deal with it.”

“What about Y/N?” I ask, “she can’t find out.”

Jin frowns.

“Does she stay on Twitter often?” he asks.

“Forget Twitter!” I growl, “this’ll be all over the internet, all because of my carelessness!”

“Yoongi, chill,” Namjoon reassures, “it’s gonna be fine. If anything major happens we’ll be there with you and Y/N, don’t worry.”

I accept Namjoon’s advice as always, yet the burning sensation continues to build.

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jeonchristineimnida · 4 years

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Jungkook - Please Remember

Genre: angst, sfw

Pairing: jungkook x reader

Ratings: pg13

Warnings: mentions of brain tumor, domestic violence, and possible death

Word count: 2221

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It was a late afternoon and Jungkook just got back to the dorm, coming from his walk around the park after endlessly walking in circles, after finding out the truth about his girlfriend’s situation from her best friend.

He went straight to his room without making his presence known to his hyungs who were in the studio. If he sees any of them at his current state, he’ll just breakdown and put the heavy burden on them.

He locked himself in his room, breaking down in tears as he was safe inside his four walled sanctuary. He let himself embrace the pain of having someone you love suffering, wishing you were in their shoes, taking the pain away.

But you can’t. You can’t really do anything.

“y/n ah…” he cried her name out in pain, clutching on his chest.

He had his back resting on his door, slowly sliding down until he was sitting on the floor, still feeling the throbbing pain in his chest and the twisting of his insides.

He felt weak. He hates the feeling of being helpless and not being able to do anything, especially for that one girl he promised to protect with all his life. He can’t do anything with his girl’s life on the line.

He felt useless and pathetic.

“Jungkook ah?” A voice was heard from the outside, making the young lad get a grip on himself, wiping out the tears as he tries to stand up. He wiped his face the second time around, hoping he’d done enough before opening the door.

“Yah, where have you bee– What happened?” Jimin stopped when he saw the face of their youngest.

“Nothing, what’s up?” Jungkook asked, sniffing.

“Did you cry?” Jimin asks, not believing the youngest that everything was okay.

“No, I did not.” The younger answered, discreetly avoiding the older’s gaze.

“You’re sniffing.” Jimin pointed out.

“It’s just my rhinitis.” He answers.

Jimin sighed in defeat. He knows how stubborn Jungkook is.

“The others are in the studio, talking about the upcoming album. Come on.” Jimin says, grabbing the younger’s wrist to the room where the others were.

~The next day~

“Hey…” y/n said quietly as she lay down in her hospital bed.

“I’m sorry…” Jungkook’s voice was soft, but it was breaking. “I didn’t know–”

“Shh, don’t be.” She said, taking his hand in her small, fragile ones. “I’m the one who should be apologizing. You had to know from someone else.”

Tears were now uncontrollably falling, rolling down on Jungkook’s cheeks as he sees the girl he loves with pail lips and thin arms, her facial features saying she was so exhausted but still trying to smile despite everything.

“I love you” he whispered in a cracking voice, suddenly giving in as he cried on the shoulder of the young girl, embracing her fragile body carefully.

“I love you too,” she whispered back, hugging him back as she hides her tears.

“Promise me you’ll recover.” Jungkook muttered, his face buried in her hair.

“Be strong.” She answers. “I’ll be okay.”

—-

Jungkook got back to the dorm, taking his personal DSLR in his hands as he scrolls over the pictures he took, back when they were still in high school.

Walking down the street, y/n was holding her bag strap as she looked down on her shoes, covering her beautiful face by her straight, silky hair. Pre-occupied by her thoughts, she didn’t notice the guy following her cheekily with a grin that cannot be wiped off his face.

Knowing that her attention is far from noticing him, he creeped behind her with a smirk then suddenly shouted.

“y/n ah!”

-click-

“Yah! What was that for?!” y/n asked in surprise as her boyfriend took a picture with her totally unprepared and super close up!

“Got my new camera! Worth all the savings for so many years!” he smiled widely, showing off his kiddy grin.

“Delete it! Delete the picture now!” She demanded, but Jungkook just chuckled and shook his head.

“Never!” He said teasingly, earning a playful kick on the leg from y/n “YAH!” Jungkook held his leg, jumping on one foot. “What was that for?!”

y/n just went ahead, walking away from the leaping guy as she stifle her laugh to herself while the young lad tried to catch up with her given his single leaping foot.

Jungkook smiled at the memories taking as he slid his fingers towards the screen. He stood up and went to his computer, grabbing the memory card and placing it in.

“I think I’ll print a few” He said with a soft smile on his lips, scrolling through the memories taken by it. He never felt more thankful for the camera for capturing every moment he had with y/n. All those treasured memories that can never be forgotten, memories with evidences that it truly happened.

Jungkook took his time admiring the power of a device that was able to preserve wonderful moments that passed by in a blink of an eye.

Meanwhile, in the hospital, y/n was talking with the doctor as soon as visiting hours were through.

“There’s something I think you should know.” Her doctor said quite alarmingly, but y/n took a deep breath and readied herself for the worst.

“Your brain tumor isn’t getting any better. We need to prepare your body for a surgery, but given your condition… you might not be able to survive it. Our last hope will be the arrival of our new equipment from abroad, but it will surely… be costly. And it might take time. If you can fight until then, you’ll be our priority patient.”

“How long do I have to wait?” y/n asks, trying to keep her shaking voice from showing.

“In a few weeks, maybe 3 to 4?”

“I can make it.” She said, mostly to convince herself.

“Yes of course you can, dear. But let me warn you, okay? You might, but I hope not, temporarily lose your memories from time to time. You may also lose your vision too. But if you stay strong and fight, we’ll be here to help you.”

“M..may I ask the chance of my survival?”

“If you lose hope now, then its not gonna look good. Keep fighting and I can promise a 60/40.”

She was left tongue tied. No matter how determined she was, she only has 10% above half of her possible death. As soon as the doctor took her leave, y/n cried in fear. She doesn’t want to leave so soon, but if it’s time, she wants it less painful for the ones she love. Especially for him.

—-

Jungkook woke up the next day, only to be greeted by his supposedly hyung, jumping up and down his bed.

“We have a month long break before the promotions~” Taehyung sang, jumping up and down on his bed.

“Get off.” He muttered sleepily.

“Ohhhh~ y/n looks so pretty in this picture.” The older one says, making the younger sit up quickly before grabbing the picture out of his hyung’s hands.

“Why do you have so many?” Taehyung wasn’t a bit bothered by Jungkook’s sudden actions. He kept looking at a couple more pictures scattered on Jungkook’s desk.

“I was supposed to print only a few… but I couldn’t choose which one to print so…” Jungkook mumbled to himself.

“Hyung, where are the others?” Jungkook suddenly asks.

“Still sleeping. Jin hyung and Hobi hyung went to their families for a week. We have 5 days of rest and the following weeks are for practices.”

“Tell the others I’ll be going first. Don’t wait for me, okay?” Jungkook said, scrambling to take his towel and shower quickly. After a few minutes of getting ready, he went out of his room to grab a slice of bread before waving goodbye to Taehyung and the newly woken up Namjoon.

“Where is he going so early in the morning?” Namjoon asked sleepily.

“Beats me. Want some popcorn?” Taehyung smiled, offering a bucket of popcorn to his hyung.

“Where the hell did you get that?”

—–

Jungkook went to y/n early, but he was greeted by someone who got his blood boiling.

“Stay away from her.” He ran to the sleeping y/n’s side while glaring at the man in front of the hospital bed she was laying on.

“Since when?” He asked in the verge of tears. Tears Jungkook can never trust whether it was sincere or not.

“Since when did you care” Jungkook spat. The man laughed bitterly to himself, letting a tear escape and roll down his cheek.

“I deserved that.” he softly mumbled. “I didn’t know her mother passed away… Just when I thought I could make things right–”

“Just leave. y/n was better off without you.”

“I…” The man was looking for the words to say, but clearly nothing was coming out of his mouth. “I guess you’re right. Take care of my daughter, Jungkook-ah. You’ve always been the man to stay by her side all this time.” He said, sparing a last glance at the young lady before leaving the room.

Jungkook huffed, trying to shake off the memories he had with y/n crying in the park with bruised limbs or beaten-up lip.

Jungkook was suddenly alarmed at the soft hics from y/n. He looked down at her and saw her crying, muffling her sobs with her hand covering her mouth. His heart squeezed at the sight, helping her sit down as he enclosed her in his arms.

“I won’t let him hurt you anymore, I promise.” He muttered as she clutched onto Jungkook’s shirt.

“Appa…” she cried softly.

—-

For the rest of the rest days granted to them, Jungkook had always been beside y/n until visiting hours were through. Once their practice started, Jungkook would still visit in the evening, bringing her favorite foods and just spending time together.

“Jungkook, help me up?” y/n asked, as she pointed to the bathroom. Jungkook was quick to help her. It took sometime before y/n could go back out, and when she did, she found Jungkook sleeping as he leaned on the hospital bed. y/n slowly approached him, softly caressing his hair.

“I love you, pabo. You’re pushing yourself too much…” she whispered as she softly kissed the top of his head.

Suddenly, a sharp pain was felt and y/n couldn’t help but grunt, choking in the screams of pain as to not wake up Jungkook, but he did anyway.

“y/n? What’s wrong?” Jungkook sat up in a panic, seeing y/n’s face contorted in pain.

She couldn’t help but choke in more sobs as she fell on her knees and Jungkook quickly shouted for help and running back to his girlfriend on the floor.

“y/n..” He was softly shaking her, panic disorienting him.

y/n’s vision was blurry, but she was able to feel Jungkook’s tears on her cheeks. She reached out, touching the damp cheeks of the guy in front of her as she forced to smile.

“I’ll be okay,” she whispered before the nurse rushes in and helps her up. They started shouting medical terms, all in a hurry as Jungkook helplessly watched.

“You’re gonna be okay,” Jungkook says, but he wasn’t sure to whom was he saying it. Was it to encourage y/n, or was it to convince himself that she will be okay?

–

It has gotten hard to visit when practices started getting more serious, especially since they have just started a new choreography for a new song. Still, Jungkook kept trying. He kept asking permission from their manager, asking his members and whoever he could for help. The others are still unaware of what is making their youngest so restless, but they couldn’t be of any help.

Jungkook wasn’t able to do anything but send texts to her daily, asking how she was and saying that he’ll come see her as soon as he could.

It was only after two weeks that they were allowed half a day of rest. Jungkook didn’t miss a heartbeat as he went directly to the hospital, not even bothering to change. He grabbed his bag and thought he could just shower in the hospital. He just really wanted to see y/n first.

His excitement couldn’t be contained as he half sprinted in the hospital towards y/n’s room.

As he stood in front of her door, he stopped for a moment to catch his breath. His bunny smile was able to lift the spirits of the nurse who saw him, but who the smile for was none other than y/n.

As he opened the door, he saw her sitting on her bed, reading a book. A wave of relief and happiness engulfed him. She wasn’t as weakly as the time he last saw her.

“y/n ah~” Jungkook cooed, entering the room with a smile.

“…yes? May I help you?” y/n answered, confusion evident in her face.

“What do you mean?” Jungkook’s smile was slowly being wiped from his face. “Yah, y/n ah, what’s wrong?”

“Perhaps…” y/n says, putting the book on her bed side “Are you an old friend of mine?” She smiles, her question ever so innocent.

“Jagiya…” He whispered, his bag dropping from his shoulder.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to offend you…” She says, her head hung low “but I…”

Jungkook dreaded to hear what’s coming next.

“I really don’t remember much.”

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#bangtanhq #jungkook x reader #jungkook fanfic #jungkook imagine #jungkook ff #jeon jungkook #kookie #jungkook angst #Bangtan imagines #bts fic #bts imagines #bts ff #not sure if i should continue to a part 2 hmmm

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peonybane · 5 years

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Agape and Pragma: Chapter 7

Pairings: OT7 (BTS) x Reader

Word Count: 2.6 k

Genre: Hybrid AU, Fluff, Angst, Sci-Fi, Crack (?), Smut (eventually)

Chapter Specific Notes: Lots of angst, some swearing, more so than usual.

Summary: Your entire world had be torn asunder by just one lab test. Time heals all wounds, but does it really? What will it take to feel whole again?

Hybrid Types: Peacock Jin, Serval Yoongi, Golden Retriever Hoseok, Gray Wolf Namjoon, Scottish Fold House Cat Jimin, Great Dane Taehyung, and French Lop Eared Rabbit Jungkook

a/n: So, I’ve combined what was originally planned as chapters 7 and 8 because they were two ideas that are critical to the storyline, but were short as hell. Should I be posting this this early? No. Do I have any self control? Also no. This chapter is dedicated to @ropeseok as she was the inspiration for a new character in this chapter. Please enjoy!

<— Previous (Chapter 6)

You felt like a child, hiding away in your room for days. You only ever came out to get food or to go to work. It wasn’t so much that you were upset with them still, it was really the shame of acting the way that you did that made you hide away. How could you face them after yelling the way that you did? Was it immature? Of course. Was avoiding them unnecessary? The jury was still out on that.

Luckily though, or perhaps unluckily, they all gave you the space you seemed to need. It was awful, really. You could hear Taehyung stopping in front of your door almost every night, pausing in front of it. There were times you wished he’d put you out of your misery and just knock already. Instead of coming to your door to let you know food was ready, Jin would instead text you, the messages often cold and short. It missed his usual flavor of emoticons. Something you’d grown to love.

Everyday you’d hear them come to your door one by one, but they’d turn around and leave after a few moments of hesitation. After all, what could they say or do?

You knew you should make the first move. But your pride prevented you from doing that. As much as you had hurt them, they had also hurt you. The difference was that you had been bottling up at that pain and had exploded at them when you shouldn’t have. They just reacted to your pain. Not that it was an excuse, but it helped justify your behavior to yourself, if only a little bit.

The all too chipper ping of your phone got your attention. Rubbing the back of your neck, you couldn’t help the little smile that crept onto your face as you saw who texted you.

[Jongin]: You awake? I got a question for you.

You bit your lip as you opened your phone to reply.

[You]: No. I’m dead asleep and texting you from dreamland.

Almost immediately, the three little dots appeared, then disappeared to be replaced by a message.

[Jongin]: You free this Friday?

[Jongin]: I’ve been trying to work up the courage to ask you out on a proper date.

You immediately devolved into a 13 year old girl, barely containing your excite. You hadn’t been on a proper date in what felt like forever.

[You]: Unfortunately, I am busy. I have work. But I can meet you on Saturday for an early coffee.

[Jongin]: Aw poop. I suppose I’ll have to settle for a coffee over a candlelit dinner. I’ll text you the details later! :D

You bit your lip. He was strangely adorable. A little bit like Jimin actual. You could imagine Jongin’s ears flicking the way Yoongi’s did at the prospect of the date.

The sound of your alarm blaring reminded you that you had a different sort of date today. Setting up your laptop on your lap, with your back against the headboard of your bed, you opened up Skype, waiting for Liam to open up your call. A moment later, Liam’s face appeared on your screen and a cheesy grin found its way onto your face.

God, he looked so happy. His beard was fuzzier but was disappointingly still a little skinny. The words were out of your mouth before you could stop them. “Is she not feeding you enough? I was promised 20 pounds. 20!”

Liam’s booming laugh hit your ears immediately. While he tried to get himself under control, Deeba entered the frame and deposited herself on his lap. You’d never get over how pretty she was with her shoulder length black tresses and pale brown eyes.

“Hi Deeba.”

She greeted you with a smile as well. “What is this about not feeding him enough? I try, I really try. But this bastard decides, ‘Oh no! It’s not good for the patients to see me like this!’ And proceeds to work 12 plus hours at the hospital, barely eating! Can you believe him?”

You cackled as Liam attempted to pacify his wife by kissing her on the cheek and stroking her hair. Once he had her calmed, Liam turned his attention back to you. His brow knit together as he tilted his head. “Shortstack? Why are you in your room? Aren’t you usually in the living room for this?”

Damn Liam and his observant nature. You shrugged, trying to look as uninterested as possible. “Felt like just hanging out in my room. That’s all.”

You may have bamboozled Deeba, but not Liam. He accusingly called your name. “What happened?”

You sighed, reaching to rub the back of your neck. “I yelled at them.”

Deeba asked, “Yelled at them? That’s all?”

“It’s not like that. It’s not how Jin and I would yell at each other from across the kitchen. It’s not how I’d scold Namjoon for accidentally breaking something because of the lack of tail spacial awareness. I….”

Liam used his dad voice on you, calm, reassuring, but no room for weaseling your way out. “What happened?”

You took a moment collecting your thoughts. “They’d been… acting weird. And a few nights ago. I had enough. I lost my temper.”

This peaked Deeba’s interest, specialized in Hybrid psychology after all. “How did their behavior change?”

“Well… it was different for each of them. But if I had to name something overall: they’ve been more intimate, aggressive, dominant even. Yoongi is needier, but just for my attention. Jungkook has been extremely affectionate. Namjoon too. Though it’s harder for me to describe because from the outside, it doesn’t necessarily look like his behavior changed, but he’s… softer. I don’t know how else to describe it.” Your voice began to tremble. “Jin and even Tae have gotten more aggressive. Tae! Can you even believe it? The other night I had to get in between Jin and Jungkook— a fight Jin started. Hobi and Jimin have been… seductive. Always trying to act dominant around me. And—“

Your eyes started to water. Taking a moment to wipe your eyes, you collected yourself. “When… when I came back from my business trip, I came home to a fight, I lost it. I couldn’t handle it anymore. I hurt them. I hurt them so much with my words.”

The other end of the call was silent as you cleared your vision of the hot blurry tears. Deeba then asked a very odd question. “Is your cycle out of whack?”

“What?”

“Deeba, my love, I don’t think that’s an appropriate questi—“

“Liam, you’re a doctor! You shouldn’t be getting all squirrelly at this sort of question.”

“Yes, but this is my best friend— someone who is like my sister.”

Deeba rolled her eyes. “Well?”

You hesitated. “Now— now, that I think about it. Yeah. It started about 6 months ago. I’d start getting them a few days later than usual, but a couple of months ago, I completed skipped one. I just kinda figured it was my body coming to terms with not being able to get pregnant.”

Deeba worried her bottom lip with her teeth. “I’ve read something like this before. Some Hybrids have stronger baser instincts than were previously thought. Aggression and dominance in particular. Occasionally though, the hormone cascade in some that brings out the aggressive nature in some, brings out stronger affectionate behavior that aren’t necessarily portrayed by whatever animal that Hybrid was crossed with. There’s even been a suggestion that Hybrid hormones can affect normal humans. So, long as there is either a long exposure or high concentration of said hormones. You’ve been affected by both factors. I think their pheromones are effecting yours, giving you a pseudo ‘heat.’”

You tilted your head, brow furrowing. “I kinda follow but not entirely, Deeba.”

She hesitated. “At least three of them, if not all, are in love with one of their housemates. But, based on the behavior that you described, they are in love with you.”

“What?” You forced out a laugh. “You can’t be serious? One of them? In love? With me? Don’t be silly.”

The look on both Deeba’s face and Liam’s told you that they were dead serious. “Liam, she can’t be right. It’s ridiculous!”

“Shortstack… she’s right. Before I left, I knew. I knew one of them was in love with you. But he didn’t want to do anything to make you uncomfortable. He was willing to be at your side, to comfort you, to protect you, until you were ready. But if he felt threatened by one of the others’ developing feelings for you, feelings that were the same as his, I can see him trying to establish his place as a higher member of the pack, both to deter the others and to prove to you that he’s the worthy… mate.”

“Are… are you talking about Tae?”

Liam visibly swallowed. “It’s not just him. Hobi would never admit it, but I think he had, still has, feelings for you, as well.”

You scoffed. “This… this ridiculous!”

A muscle twitched in his face before Liam raised his voice at you. It made you shrink in on yourself, even if he was in some other part of the world. “You’ve been doing this since Taka! You don’t think you deserved to be loved ever again. You keep denying yourself the prospect of it. Why? Just because you can’t give birth? Well, they can’t have children, either! You have closed yourself off, putting yourself through more pain than you deserve. Stop it and take a chance! Believe in them. Stop lying to yourself. I know that you are in love with at least one of them! Even if you can’t see it yourself because you’ve drowned yourself too much in your own self-pity.”

Before you or Deeba could get another word in, Liam ended the call, leaving you in silence.

He was right. Dammit, he was always right. He knew you better than you knew yourself. What were you going to do now?

^~^~^~^~^

“—Hey! Are you listening?”

You jumped a little as Amber called your name. “I’m sorry, Amber. What were you saying?”

Amber was one of your authors. She was a tall woman with long, dark brown hair and dark eyes. Every time you saw her, she dazzled you with her wild and artistic makeup, often in bold colors and glitter. Here she sat across from you in the corner booth at your favorite cafe to meet up with her for work. Her gaze pierced you out from under her black beret.

“I’ve been calling your name for the last few minutes. Come on. Talk to me. Something is distracting you.”

She sipped at her tea as she watched you like a hawk. Sometimes, you wondered if she was a hawk Hybrid. You sighed. “It’s nothing, Am. Let’s continue.”

“Nuh-uh. Don’t pull that bullshit with me, girl. You and I both know that we ain’t doing shit when one of us has something on our minds.”

You let out a small chuckle. “Can’t get anything past you, huh?”

“Nope. I’ve been with you the longest of your sci-fi brood. You can’t pull the wool over my eyes.”

This was why you two got along so well. Amber continued as she glanced down at her cup. “Does, uh, this have anything to do with Namjoon?”

You felt the blood rush to your cheeks. “What… what makes you think this has anything to do with him?”

“Namjoon and I do research in the same library. Something was… off about him. Didn’t help that he was picking up books from the interlibrary loan desk on Hybrid psychology.”

Sighing, you leaned back in your chair. “Liam,” you paused, unsure of how to even begin, “Liam thinks my roommates are either in love with each other or in love with me because… because they’ve been acting weird.”

“Weird how?”

So, you set about explaining to Amber about how oddly they’ve been acting. And about how poorly you responded in kind to them. She listened intently. Once you had finished, she thought for a moment. “Do you love them?”

“What? Of course.”

Amber shook her head. “No. Not like how you love Liam. I’m talking ‘ooey-gooey lovey-dovey take me here on this table’ type of love.”

“Amber!”

“What? Would you rather me describe as it as ‘make me a candle lit dinner then fuck me on the sofa’ type of love,” she asked, all the while maintaining a perfectly straight face.

You gaped at her. “Amber! We’re in public!”

Amber just laughed. “Whatever, bitch. So? You in love with any of them? All of them?”

Her powerful gaze genuinely made you reflect upon yourself. Were you in love with any of them? It would certainly take a more than a mere moment’s thoughts to confirm it, but— a little voice at the back of your mind whispered, ‘yes, you loved them, all of them.’ A soft smile found its way onto your face.

Amber gave you a big cheesy smile. “I knew it! You love them!”

She squealed like a 13 year old girl at a concert, earning you two looks from your fellow cafe patrons. You giggled at her reaction. “Calm down. Everyone’s looking at us. And, let’s assume for a moment, maybe, and I mean maybe, I was in love. With all of them. What can I do? I don’t want to hurt any of them more than I already have. And… I have a date tomorrow. Jongin was the first Hybrid I ever considered dating. I can’t not give him a chance.”

“Well,” Amber swirled her straw in her tea, “I’d say meet with this ‘Jongin.’ But only after you’ve given serious thought to how you feel about your roommates. If being with Jongin invokes the same feelings in you, then I’m wrong: you’re not really in love with them. Just a different type of love. But, if you don’t feel the same way about Jongin and it’s not a more intense feeling, then I’d say turn him down gently. If he’s a Hybrid as you say, he’d probably smell them on you. So, he might naturally accept the fact that you won’t return his affection. Or he’ll go feral. One of the two.”

You rolled your eyes as she laughed. “Thanks, Amber. Really helped ease my worry.”

She calmed down and reached across the table to grab your hands, squeezing them reassuringly. “But for real: maybe this is an opportunity— a chance to live guilt-free. You’ll be with someone, or maybe even someones, who won’t have any expectations of you carrying their children. Besides, from personal experience, the difference in anatomy can be a real plus.”

“Amber!”

“What? What did you think I was referring to? Dirty girl. I was talking about rubbing ears and warm cuddle buddies. Get your head out of the gutter.”

She smirked at you over the rim of her cup. You knew what she was implying and quite frankly, the idea made you blush. After all, you had never really considered the implications if you really did go ahead with a romantic relationship with any— or all of them.

Was it possible?

Would you be happy?

More importantly, would they be?

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