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sailoryooons · 7 months

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hali my love, for your halloween drabbles, i am in NEED of a grumpy vampire boyfriend yoongi who’s mean to everyone but u (it’s my fav trope ever, i’m a basic bitch lmfaoooo) 😭🙏 maybe add some fluff and smut ? do whatever u desire with it babe, just know i love u so so much !! 💌🦋

❀ Pairing: Vampire!Yoongi x f. reader

❀ Summary: Yoongi is none too pleased about the movie that Seokjin has selected for the weekly movie night. You know just how to cheer him up.

❀ Word Count: 2,459

❀ Genre: Supernatural, Establish Relationship, Fluff, Smut,

❀ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.

❀ Warnings: Seokjin & Co. are making Yoongi’s life hell in the kitchen, mild teasing/ganging up on Yoongi as the vampire, general chaos, gruff Yoongi, explicit language, explicit sexual content, vaginal fingering, blood drinking and biting, sort of voyeurism because people are in the next room over, Yoongi is a little needy, depictions of blood, brief cum eating, and this is largely unedited besides spell check.

❀ Published: October 14, 2023

❀ A/N: MARI MARI MARI! My love I have been waiting to do this request all week. I am literally so down bad for Yoongi who is a little cranky and yelling at everyone, only to turn to an absolute puddle who just wants to bite his baby’s neck when she walks in and kicks everyone out and yells at them for being mean to him. This was the perfect request ever - I love you so much and thank you thank you thank you! I hope you enjoy our boyfriend.

❀ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment, or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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“Can I have some-”

“No,” Yoongi tuts, cracking the top of Seokjin’s knuckles with the wooden spoon in his hand. Seokjin howls and yanks his hand away, skin reddening under the quick assault of Yoongi’s reflexes. “You can have it when it’s ready.”

“I’m the host!”

Yoongi looks around the spacious kitchen where his friends are carrying on. Taehyung is wrestling Jimin over the Bluetooth speaker while Hoseok swings his legs back and forth from where he sits on the counter, delighted as he flips through songs to orchestrate their fight. Jungkook giggles with his phone out, filming the bickering pair while Namjoon stands in the doorway, trying to decide if he wants to break them up or risk walking by them with the two bottles of wine in his hand.

Namjoon risks the wine and regrets it. Taehyung bumps into Namjoon immediately, causing the bottles to slip from his hand and shatter on the ground. Hoseok yells in fright and Yoongi’s hand grips the wooden spoon hard enough that it immediately splinters in his hand.

Seokjin immediately begins yelling and throwing his hand in the air, Taehyung starts accusing Jimin of pushing him into Namjoon on purpose, and Jungkook frantically opens and closes cabinets and drawers to look for towels.

Each sound of the chaos grates against Yoongi’s sensitive hearing. The smell of sweat on their skin, the pumping adrenaline and fright from Hoseok’s momentarily startle. It becomes too much and he feels the instinct to lash out curl up inside of him like a whip.

“Everyone out!” Yoongi hisses, hackles rising.

The sound of his voice cuts through the kitchen, stopping everyone in silence. Six pairs of eyes turn to look at where he stands at the stove, steam hitting his face. His gums ache where his fangs threaten to slip through, a sign of his irritation.

“But I’m the host!” Seokjin protests again.

Yoongi points the now-ruined spoon at him. “You, are doing fuck all as host.”

“You told me you’d cook!”

“I always cook!”

“Well, you’re the best at it! You’ve been doing it for like three hundred years!”

Yoongi hears you before he sees you. Immediately he picks up the shutting of the car door, the additional heartbeat as you walk up the drive. Even from the kitchen with the wine and the smell of his friends and the cooking food, Yoongi can smell your lavender scent from where he stands.

Immediately tension bleeds out of him. You let yourself into the house and find them in the kitchen, calling out for them as you step in and freeze, scanning the room. Your mouth forms an ‘o’ at the chaos and he watches you as your eyes drag to his, taking in the ruined cooking utensil, the wine of the floor, and his twitching lip.

You clap your hands together then. “Everyone out!” you order. “Out, out, out!”

Unlike when Yoongi orders everyone to do something, they all listen to you. Hoseok scrambles off the counter and bolts toward the living room, hot on Jimin and Taehyung’s heels who both give you sheepish laughs. Namjoon rubs the back of his neck awkwardly and spins on his heel to leave, Seokjin and Jungkook on his trail.

Once they’re gone, it’s just you and Yoongi in the kitchen, pasta nearly boiling over. You point to the pot, brows raised. “You focus on that, I’ll clean all this, okay?”

Fuck Yoongi loves you. Something as simple as giving directions and just addressing the mess with a plane soothes his irritated nerves. He nods, not taking his eyes off of you as he continues the meal. Yoongi is good at multi-tasking, and his favorite thing is to watch you even when you’re not looking.

Just being in the same room as you brings him peace. Hundreds of years of existence, and Yoongi has never known balance like this. Has never found someone who steadies his too-loud world, who brings him the silence that he needs.

Until you.

Even though Yoongi can hear the boys being rowdy in the living room, it’s silent in the kitchen. You begin sweeping glass, oh so careful not to cut your fingers, and put Yoongi on edge. He’s not worried - you’ve always taken extra steps to avoid bloodletting around him and unlike Namjoon, you’re good at it.

Yoongi wants you to come over to him. He chews on his lip as he works on sauce for the pasta. His eyes dart to you often, fingers flexing as if to reach out and beckon you over to him. You’ve only been in the house for ten minutes, but he wants to feel your warm skin beneath his fingertips. The heat of you is just a moment away.

When you finish, you come around the counter to greet him properly. His heart skips in his chest - for it does still beat - and Yoongi feels his mouth twitch upward and his edges soften out as you lean up to him, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips.

Your mouth is warm against his, lips soft. He sighs and melts into you, pressing his mouth against yours a little harder. He feels you smile against him before you nibble his bottom lip and pull away, looking up at him. “How’s it going?”

“Hm.”

You snake an arm around his waist and pull your hips flush together. He likes the closeness, the way your skin makes his buzz. His nose fills with the scent of lavender and the undercurrent of your blood, a smell so uniquely you that he could never forget it.

“Can I taste,” you as, pointing to the steaming veggies. Yoongi nods, finding a fork and stabbing a seasoned green bean from the pan. He offers it to you. He watches, hypnotized as your mouth works over it. You hum, brightening. “Ugh, unreal.”

He leans forward and steals a kiss, taking you by surprise. He licks into your mouth, tongue tasting the butter and salt, the sweetest of your lips. When he pulls away, you’re giving him a cursory glance. “Needy, huh?”

He feels himself flush. “Maybe.”

Your fingers squeeze his hips, making his heart flip.

“Why does she get to taste?” Seokjin’s voice shatters the moment. Yoongi looks over your head and bares his fangs, his eyes flashing from black to crimson, muscles rippling. Seokjin squeals and runs out of the kitchen, screaming. “He is hissing at me!”

Slowly, Yoongi’s fangs recede. He feels the feral instinct to tear out Seokjin’s throat recede, and looks down at you, where you watch him with mild amusement, arm still snug around his hips.

“They’re annoying me,” Yoongi says, as if to answer the silent question. “He picked Dracula to watch tonight.”

You arch a brow. “Is that so?” Yoongi pouts. You press a kiss to his shoulder and pat his waist. “Finish up in here and I’ll make sure they’re all set out there.”

Hunger rolls through him, uncontrolled. He feels it swift, a dam breaking. He watches you wipe your hands on your jeans and walk toward the living room, his eyes pinned to the empty door as you vanish. He hears you when you raise your voice, immediately laying into Seokjin.

Yoongi smirks and looks back down as he starts turning off the stove. Listening to you lay into Seokjin for his funny little joke for movie night makes Yoongi preen, lifting his chin a little as Seokjin whines and throws himself on the couch, letting you lash him.

By the time Yoongi is calling everyone to make a plate, Seokjin comes in with his ears red and eyes on the floor. You return to the kitchen, nonplussed and pointing to the back of the line forming to plate food. Seokjin grumbles about him being the host again but listens.

Yoongi leans against the counter, throwing a rag over his shoulder. You make yourself a plate and set it aside before going over to the bottles of wine, pouring two glasses before coming over to him and handing him one. He thanks you quietly taking a sip.

As everyone filters back out into the living room to start the movie. Yoongi pushes off the counter to join them. You catch his wrist, signaling him to stay back. Once alone, you pull him toward you, making him cage you in against the counter.

“Hungry?” you ask, gaze darkening. His stomach flips and he nods, looking down his nose at you. You tilt your neck to the side. “Want?”

He shakes his head. “You should eat and watch the movie first.”

“You’re a little on edge. Maybe a snack first?” Yoongi goes back and forth on it. He feels his gums ache, feels the burn set into his throat. His eyes drift to the soft spot on your neck where your pulse beats, his favorite song. “Come on, baby,” you coo. “Just small bites.”

That voice. That voice. Yoongi feels his knees weaken. He leans further into you and you slide your hands around his waist, pulling him flush against you. His cock twitches and he groans, lids fluttering as you lean your head back, baring your neck for him.

Fuck fuck fuck.

Slowly, Yoongi lowers his face to your throat. He brushes his nose along the slender slope of your neck, inhaling. A shiver ripples through him and he feels the pinch of his fangs slide through. Your pulse quickens and he smells the change in you - feels the way your thighs press together.

He salivates. He can’t help it, his mouth pooling slowly with water as he brushes his open lips against your warm skin in the ghost of a kiss. Your breathing is faint and fluttering, your heart hammering in your chest. You’re not afraid, though. He’d be able to tell.

You’re excited and turned on, your fingers twisting in Yoongi’s shirt as his tongue slips gently between his fangs to taste your skin. You suck in a sharp breath and he whines a little, so in tune with your sounds. Every sound.

So, so carefully, Yoongi scraps his fangs against your skin and presses his tongue against your beating pulse, right where he wants to bite. He gives in, slowly sinking his teeth into tender flesh, his mouth filling with sweet nectar immediately.

The reaction is immediate. His eyes roll back into his head and he grinds against you, seeking friction as his mouth suckles gently, pulling warm fluid into his mouth. You’re lax in his arms, letting the endorphins of the bite wash over you.

Yoongi can smell what it does to you, one of his hands dropping from holding your side to pressing between your legs, rubbing you through your jeans. Your head knocks loudly against the counter, making him open his eyes and look up at you through his lashes, mouth still attached to your throat.

Eyes shut, mouth open, you sag against the counter. He can see every flicker of your eyes behind your lids, drifting in his bite. In him. Yoongi’s tongue presses over the wound, staying there as he swallows his last fill. He’s more interested in the way he works to open your jeans, now, uncaring that they’ve started the movie in the living room.

Yoongi is intimately focused on your reactions as he pulls down your zipper. You press your cunt toward him, asking. Seeking. Wanting. So quickly this has turned into more than small bites, and Yoongi doesn’t care. He’ll give you whatever you want, and he can sense the vibration in you, his predator senses tuned in to your desire.

Your folds are damp as he slides his fingers in, seeking your heat. The fit is tight in your jeans but you lean back for him, pulling them down a little, giving Yoongi access to pull your panties to the side and slide the pads of his fingers up and down your slit.

“Oh,” you sigh, nails digging into his hips. “Please,” you ask. “Please please please, Yoongi.”

He gives in, sliding a finger down the wet, hot seam of you and pressing in. Your walls clutch around him, sucking him in as he moans against your throat. His tongue laps back and forth over the wound on your neck, not drinking more but healing the skin, tasting your sweat.

“Just like that, baby,” you encourage. You roll your hips into his hand, grinding your swollen clit against his palm. He’s fully hard now, cock throbbing as he works his fingers into your cunt, the wet sound muted by the loud moving blaring in the living room. “Fuck. Do you want more?”

Yoongi shakes his head and hides his face between your neck and shoulder, panting as he works you. You squeeze around him wetly, your entire body shaking against him. He can tell your close, the very fibers stitching you together shaking loose as he angles his fingers, pressing against that soft spot inside of you.

He will never get tired of this. The way you walk into his life when he’s having a less-than-ideal day and put everything right again. How you pick up the pieces and put them where they need to be, how you chastise his friends when they want to pick on his vampirism, and how you just give him what he wants but won’t ask for.

So ready to give in to him.

When you come around his fingers, Yoongi makes a needy sound at the back of his throat. He loves the way you squeeze him, the way you go silent and soft. Sagging against the counter. He sucks at your neck - not for blood, but for the intimacy. Just the taste of your skin.

Slowly, you peel apart. Yoongi pulls his hands from your jeans, watching you open your eyes as he grins - perhaps the first real smile all day - and pops them into his mouth. He moans around them, the taste of you sticky on his tongue, making him ripple in pleasure again.

When he retracts his fingers, you surge forward, giving him a single, wet kiss, tasting back.

“Better?” you ask gently, kissing the corner of his mouth. His chin. His nose. He nods his head. “Do you need me to -”

He shakes his head, feeling your hand move toward his cock. “Just need ten.”

“You sure?”

“Mhmm.” He leans forward, licking a soft stripe up your neck. “Thank you.”

“For?”

“Knowing what I need. Being a momentary lapse of peace in a world that is sometimes too loud. For giving me what I need.”

Your grin is blinding. “I love you.”

“You too.” His kiss against your neck is soft and sweet. “And that was much more than just small bites.”

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solecize · 2 months

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𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: every summer on your grandpa's farm was real-life magic to your younger self, who left a piece of her heart in amber valley when the years went on and the town became nothing but a faint childhood memory. soon enough, you become rocked by his death and realize the dead end in your bustling city world. this leads to you making an abrupt decision.

despite knowing nothing but designer purses and the corporate ladder, you uproot your entire life to take over your grandfather's old farm in the town you were desperately trying to remember - alongside a familiar face from your youth that permanently finds his way into your heart.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: jungkook/reader 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. inspired heavily by stardew valley, friends to lovers, childhood friends, cowboy jungkook, small town alternate universe, slice of life, grief, growing up, mutual pining 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓. 4.6k 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒. writing fluff has drained me prepare to only feel pain from this point on

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ix. the routine

like many residents in the town, the saloon eventually became apart of your regular weekly routine. you found yourself in a booth every weekend, not necessarily to wind down with a drink on each visit, but to enjoy the company of those around you. after hitting the commencement of your mid-twenties, you lacked a ‘third place’ and a community you could lean on.

“can you guys pay attention? this is the call to adventure in the hero’s journey,” yoongi snapped, interrupting a poorly hidden conversation between jungkook and namjoon. the two ceased talking in a way a child caught by their mother would.

similarly, the saloon served its purpose as a third place to your newfound friends. you learned about a book club hosted bimonthly by yoongi, which you were encouraged to observe, in hopes that they would gain a new member. there was a regular karaoke night, which jimin was apparently the reigning champion of, with the highest score seen amongst patrons. then, there were people like taehyung and seokjin, who came regularly to just participate and engage in whatever was going on that night.

hoseok, as the manager of the pub, made every other friday fun with themed nights. tonight was salsa night and apparently, he did not warn yoongi of this, who also did not inform hoseok that book club night was moved.

“i can barely hear you!” jungkook defended himself, hands in the air.

you’d been smiling and nodding the entire time in oblivion yourself, as the rapid dance steps and salsa music drowned out most of your surroundings. at least someone spoke up, you just wanted to be polite in consideration of yoongi’s invite to the club.

to your left, seokjin was dancing with mrs. oh, who was the middle-aged lady that owned the general store where jungkook worked. he originally arrived as a member of the book club, but was swept away by the addicting beat of salsa. he’d spent the last 10 minutes trying to convince the group to join in.

“are you guys done now?” seokjin called out, having watched yoongi shut his book in frustration.

namjoon nudged yoongi. “let’s postpone today’s meeting!”

you laughed as yoongi made a dismissive gesture, which was cue for everyone to disperse from the corner that the club occupied. the others stood up, presumably to either grab a drink or join in on the festivities. meanwhile, namjoon tapped your arm when you rose, indicating for you to wait.

“just wanted to check in to see how the farm’s going,” he began. “you know, our families have been close for years, so you’re basically family, too - even if i wasn’t around much during your time here before.”

you got a sense that namjoon had his head on straight and while grounded, seemed so much bigger than the town. those around you seemed to respect him a lot. his kind attitude showed you why.

“it’s a work in progress,” were the only words you could use. “i’m very lucky that my mom was looking over the property after my grandpa passed and even more lucky that jungkook was also looking after it.”

namjoon’s raised eyebrows as if this was the first time he was hearing about this. “oh, he was? dang.”

it was kind of sweet to think about - jungkook sneaking around to take care of the place out of the goodness of his heart. amidst that, though, it seemed like there was a lot on his plate, so you brought it up to namjoon.

“yeah, he has jiwon and jiwon’s a good kid, but she’s still a kid to look after. of course, no one wanted to see her split up from jungkook and she would have likely been sent out of town to be matched with a foster family,” he sighed.

a few weeks prior, when jungkook first showed up to your front door to fulfill his promise of helping you fix your windows, is when you first began wondering about jungkook’s home life and where jiwon was. you also learned that day about how selfless he really was.

summer vacation was in full swing by that june morning, with the sun beating you to a pulp and the only thing on your mind being corn season. that, and the anticipation of a handsome man expected on your doorstep at any given moment.

your day begun at five a.m, but you made your best efforts to not let that show by ensuring your appearance was kempt prior to your visitor’s arrival. after tending to your morning tasks, you soon received the text that jungkook was at the front, as you were elsewhere on the property. specifically, you were fighting for your life attempting to close the garage shut. yet another repair needed to be addressed.

hey, i’m out back. give me a few.

it took twenty minutes out of your morning to shower and change into clothes that didn’t smell like cow shit because you didn’t want to look like a mess in front of jungkook. all for it to get ruined getting sweaty from putting all of your bodily strength into a broken garage door. there was no way you were going to admit you did all of that - though, you did mentally prepare yourself when you sent your reply to his text.

a few minutes passed and you could make out jungkook approaching you from a distance. you waved, even though you wanted him to stay put and not walk all the way around. the sight of him briefly reminded you of when the two of you used your grandpa’s farmland to play hide and seek, running across the same fields you stood on.

“oh, i should’ve warned you about that,” jungkook started, putting a slight jog into his step as he came closer. “that garage door broke just before your grandpa passed.”

you made an exaggerated, wide-eyed expression. “broken? oh, i was just fighting the door for fun, what do you mean?” you made sure your glare intensfied when he laughed at you. “would have been great to mention before i lost years of my life trying to close this thing.”

“sorry, bunny,” jungkook replied, as he stepped past you carefully and put a hand on your arm as he did so.

he looked up at the door from the inside and smiled thinly. you mimicked his moves, trying to make out at what exactly he was inspecting. you knew farm and you knew finance, but you certainly did not know anything about repairing things.

“how did my grandpa get the tractor out if this door has been broken?”

“crop production lowered in recent years because his body couldn’t handle as much. it was a low priority repair because we used the smaller one parked out by the front shed,” jungkook explained. “honestly, it’s quick fix, just looks like the cable and rollers need to be replaced.”

you shrugged it off and checked the time. “well, this is a problem for another day.”

as you began walking off, jungkook followed you with the same pace. you genuinely did not want to have another to-do item in your sight before you were finished with the rest of the day ahead of you. a list dedicated to repairs was an idea that you’d been toying around with, but you were afraid of how overwhelming it was going to be.

“not to rain on your parade, buuut on my way, i noticed that your coop’s fencing might need to be replaced.”

it was as if he read your mind. you would’ve been frustrated, but the irony was too funny to ignore. you did notice the fencing and it was definitely already on your hypothetical repair list. as a response, you only grunted and moved along.

as you led him back into the house, the two of you made small talk. it was still odd to you, picking up a friendship where you left it off from thirteen years ago. the dynamic seemed to ease up, the more time you spent together, but you had to remind yourself that it was indeed thirteen years since you last saw jungkook and that meant thirteen years of catching up.

“so, are you off work today?” you asked, as jungkook brought in a toolbox from the porch.

jungkook set his tools down by the front shoe rack, rolling up his sleeves slightly. “kinda. i don’t really have a set work schedule, i’ve just been helping out mrs. oh whenever she needs me. i did tell her i would be busy this morning, though.”

you met remembered the oh family from when you were younger and they always gave you and jungkook free ice cream and twenty bucks each when you cleaned their store’s front windows. mr. oh was a high-ranking military general and mrs. oh owned the town general store since taking it over from her mother. their youngest son was born the last year you had visited amber valley as a child.

“their kid is old enough to man the front counter, huh?” you joked.

he chuckled. “yeah. he’s in that weird pre-teen phase, though, acting like he’s cooler than everyone and anything. he used to hang out with jiwon all the time and now his new best friend is his ps5.”

“aw, poor girl.”

“right? too bad, hope he grows out of it. you know,” jungkook paused, glancing at the picture on the wall, “they reminded me of me and you.”

the picture was of you, no older than eight, in faded overalls and the toothiest grin. it was untouched when you moved in and must have been framed sometime after you stopped visiting the town, having not recognized it when you came in. you didn’t have the heart to move it, knowing your grandpa put it up while you were gone.

you weren’t sure what to say. “i hope she’s a better behaved kid than you were,” you remarked teasingly.

“i was an angel compared to you,” jungkook shot back, rolling his eyes. “but, yeah, she’s a great kid. hardly gives me trouble. besides, anything i’ve ever needed help with? my friends, the oh family, mayor kim - i got the best support in the world.”

pride and gratitute were intertwined in jungkook’s voice, as if he watched back the last six years before his very eyes. you couldn’t even imagine what that could have looked like. he was so young, just two months younger than you, and the idea of having the responsibility over a child at your age, much less younger, was unfathomable.

you didn’t want to push the subject of jiwon too much, knowing the circumstances, but you were appreciative of how jungkook allowed himself to open up to you. you leaned on the wall, listening to him talk about his little sister and it was clear he loved her very much.

“you’re lucky to have that kind of community around you,” you said.

“it’s your community, too, now.”

you didn’t realize it, but you soon had spent a good chunk of time talking to jungkook, as he began the process of replacing your windows. there were other things you had to tend to outside, but the conversation flowed so naturally. at some point, you brewed a fresh pot of coffee and handed a mug to jungkook, interrupting his installation of what he explained was exterior stop moulding.

you were nodding your head, listening to him explain his employment situation with the oh family. “that’s real nice of you.” although jungkook had a very flexible schedule, he essentially helped with the operational portion of the store that mr. oh used to cover before he was first deployed overseas.

“thank you for the coffee - anyway, they did so much for me when i first started taking care of jiwon, of course i would lend a hand.” he took the hot cup gratefully, cautiously taking a sip. “mr. oh hasn’t always been overseas, but even when he comes back, it’s just my full-time job at this point. they pay well and mrs. oh watches jiwon when i need it.”

you replied, “if you don’t mind me asking, what were you doing before you worked at the store?”

when you were little, jungkook had always been academically gifted. he loved books and always used to brag about how he got better grades than you did. you always thought he was the type to leave amber valley and find success elsewhere.

“honestly, there wasn’t really a ‘before,’ bunny. it kinda just went from me being in high school to me having to look after my sister. i worked part-time with jimin’s family when i was a teenager, sorting fish bait, if that’s what you mean,” jungkook was trying to be light-hearted, but you felt bad.

he noted your silence and said, “remember when we were kids and we promised to go to the same university when we grew up? and you’d show me the city instead of me showing you the valley?”

“that was the plan,” you sighed. you nearly forgot about that and you could vaguely recall a pinky-swear being attached to that promise. “maybe there’s a universe where that happened.”

in a phone call sometime earlier with your mom, she casually joked that she always thought that you and jungkook were going to get married. she and his mom made that bet when you were kids, mirroring the competitive spirit passed down to the two of you. you tried imagining falling in love with jungkook on campus - study dates in the library and sneaking into each other’s dorm rooms, all while being academic rivals in the lecture hall.

the man in front of you was neither the jungkook in your youthful fantasies or the little boy that collected seashells with you. nostalgia and daydreaming were dangerous things that couldn’t be trusted. just like you, he grew up.

eventually, you declared yourself a distraction and excused yourself from the living room to take care of the rest of your chores. catching up was nice, but you thought it would be better to take it slow. checking in on jungkook every half hour, it was early in the afternoon when he was finished replacing both sets of windows.

the sun was still unforgiving and the humidity was no different. the air conditioning system in your house was mediocre at best and there was a stand fan right where jungkook was working, along with two in the living room. you came in to offer jungkook another water bottle when he excitedly showed you his finished product.

“not bad, huh?” he folded his arms across his chest.

you observed his work and shook your head, impressed. “more than ‘not bad,’ jungkook. the new panels look amazing - thank you so much. i really, really appreciate it.”

it was hard to believe that he installed brand-new windows in such a short time span and the contrast was especially stark, given how old the broken set was. you’d been prepared to pay him for his work, but he warned you earlier that he would “beat you up” if you did so. something about revenge for spending years throwing rocks at him.

he grinned, as he began gathering his tools. you were a bit sad, which confused you until you realized why. however, you decided that this unresolved attraction would best be dealt with on a day where you didn't waste almost two hours talking to the man in question. you still ended up deciding this while staring at the way his tattoos looked against his flexed muscles.

“so, i’ll come by again for the fence?”

“wait, what?” this question snapped you back into reality. the fence? you remembered what jungkook pointed out upon his arrival.

he looked at you, seemingly feigning confusion. “yeah, you said you’d let me fix the fence.”

“no, i didn’t. are you messing with me?” you narrowed your eyes at the way he slowly blinked at you.

“yeah, you said i can come by sometime in the middle of the week.”

there was no way you promised such a thing. “you brat, when did i say that?”

the conversation diverted your attention away from the way jungkook quickly bounced up and was opening the front of your door. he waved you goodbye and that he would text you before you could even process it. you made a beeline from the door, but that man was a damn fast walker.

“have a nice day, y/n!” he yelled from afar and you could hear the laughter jump out in his tone. he knew what he was doing.

from that day on, you continued finding yourself in the whirlwind that was jeon jungkook. it’d been a few weeks and about two days in each week where jungkook has paid you a visit with a different excuse of a repair to “help” you out with. though you knew it was bullshit, the crinkle at the corner of his eyes everytime he greeted you at your front door showed that he knew the same.

there was a silent agreement between the two of you that no one paid attention to when it was just the two of you in the farmhouse. even though you would have refused back and forth had jungkook actually asked if you wanted help, you took anywhere from one hour to a couple just talking to him. one of the times, he insisted he check the condition of your chimney for you. this occasion was more than obvious for the both of you, as you sat on your grandpa’s stiff, old porch bench the entire time and didn’t seem to mind.

the routine of jungkook helping you out on the farm was getting dangerous. when you packed up all of your worldly possessions and abandoned your old life, you promised yourself that this was a new chapter for yourself. there was never a man in the picture or the end goal and the last person you thought it would be was the little boy that you once called your best friend.

on the third day of jungkook’s mission to use your grandpa’s property as a level of house-flipper, you made lunch for the both of you.

“it’s really not a big deal, i ate before i came here.”

jungkook was busy smashing a rail into place with a mallet when you approached. you clutched your cardigans a little closer to yourself, as the wind outside took aback. you looked up and silver clouds muddled in the sky. it was hard to tell because of the lack of sun, but it was nearing two p.m.

“you came here in the morning!” you huffed, tapping your feet.

it was a great deal of confidence in your chest for you to think that no one was more stubborn than you were. as much as you deflected help from jungkook, you were certainly beating his level of persistence. at this point, you would just have to shove food into jungkook’s mouth for you to take it over the top.

he made an exasperated sigh. “bro, i forgot how annoying you can get.” even though jungkook stood firm with “helping” you with repairs, he was no match for your insistence.

“let’s go - chop, chop.” your voice was dry, as you took the hammer from his hand yourself.

you turned to place the hammer back into jungkook’s tool box when you felt the first kiss of a storm on your bare legs. the sky never lied. you tilted your head up to meet the clouds again, but this time, the rain was sharp and doubled, then tripled. you heard jungkook call out your name from behind you.

“this doesn’t look good, let’s go,” he said, taking the denim jacket tied around his waist. the cold sensation lightened on your back and you realized it was because he was holding the jacket between the two of you, with his right arm pulling you to his side and his left arm enveloping your body.

a clap of thunder interrupted your daze. you wondered if amber valley always stormed like this in your childhood or if you only embraced the happy, sunny parts. the town lived in your memories surrounded by dazzling waters and a rainbow, just like everything else did when you were nine.

you tried keeping up with jungkook’s pace, but your legs were failing. “can you slow down?” you panted.

jungkook couldn’t help but snort aloud. “if this was a zombie apocalypse, you’d be dead right now.” when you stomped on his foot with intention, he finally relented and slowed down for you, laughing when he did so.

the chicken coop was on the other end of the property from the farmhouse, so you were struggling for several minutes trying to make it back. the whole time, you and jungkook continued laughing at one another and cracking jokes. it made you momentarily forget your surroundings of a growing storm.

the two of you stumbled onto the back porch, up the steps and nearly fell on top of each other. jungkook tightened his arms around you when he saw that you were about to miss a step and you let out a breathy “thank you” through your giggling. he shook his head and dropped his grip when the two of you made it under the gable roof. you shivered when he did so.

“you didn’t check the weather forecast?” you wheezed, checking to see if your phone was in your pocket.

jungkook defended, “neither did you, genius.”

you two paused for a moment, before bursting out into laughter again and you looked out to see the unrelenting rain. when you looked back, you wondered if jungkook was standing this close to you the entire time. you also wondered if he could tell that you were trying not to look at the way his wet t-shirt clung to his body. daring to meet his eyes, you nearly choked on your own breath when you saw that he was looking at you, too.

his gaze lowered and then he cleared his throat. “well, that’s too bad. i was making good progress,” jungkook also turned to stare at the grey skies and flashes of lightning.

“i guess you can just come tomorrow.”

the statement surprised even yourself when it left your lips. jungkook raised an eyebrow at you, before nodding slowly and the corners of his lips quirked to form that charming, gentleman smile. you couldn’t help but turn around to hide your own smile, instead telling jungkook to stop standing outside like an idiot. the agreement was no longer silent.

x. the posters

around your newfound friends, the dynamic between you and jungkook never changed. it did leave less room for tension, though, and you saw more of the upbeat, heart-of-gold jungkook that he displayed for the rest of the world. despite that, some caught on faster than the others.

“if i knew you guys were going to bicker the entire time, i would’ve just asked someone else. seokjin literally offered. or, actually, i’m pretty sure that even jiwon would have been better than the two of you. doesn’t matter if she can’t reach up that high.”

the day prior, namjoon asked you if you and jungkook wanted to help him put up posters around town for the midsummer fair. it didn’t occur to you to question why he asked you for jungkook’s presence, but you ended up roping him into it anyway. unfortunately for namjoon, the two of you ended up arguing the entire time.

“but, i’m right. aren’t i, namjoon?” you prodded. “jungkook’s idea is horrible!”

jungkook shrugged. “why? it’s eye-catching.”

“there is no way anyone will agree to dressing up as a clown to hand out fliers. we’re going to scare the kids away.”

“tell her otherwise, future mayor kim,” jungkook said to namjoon, who groaned.

the reason why namjoon was tasked with the promotion of the midsummer fair was simply because his father told him to. it was a town event and he was always expected to lend a hand to whatever his dad needed him for. it seemed like every time he had to do something, it was all performed with reluctance.

“oh, god. don’t start, you have no idea what speech my dad gave to me earlier today about ‘being a leader,’” namjoon shook his head.

you furrowed your brows. “oh, are you planning to run for mayor soon?”

“definitely not,” namjoon instantly responded, not an ounce of hesitation in sight. “i have a master’s degree in fine arts, the last thing i want to do is be a politician.” the laugh namjoon gave was hollow.

“what we would all do to not be trapped here,” murmured jungkook and you almost missed it.

your gaze met his and quiet smiles were exchanged. there was an air of comfort grounding the two of you, now that you knew the weight behind those words and jungkook’s sacrifices. you did, however, miss the way namjoon caught this shared smile and turned around, keeping it to himself and letting the moment remain between you two only.

xi. the dancefloor

during salsa night at the saloon, jungkook seemed to be in every corner of the room except yours. it had been a few days since you last saw him, with his latest excuse for the farmhouse being chalking on your silo’s roof. you didn’t even know what that meant, but you stopped arguing the same way he stopped insisting that you didn’t have to make him food. instead, you began texting him about what time he was coming, while he began taking leftovers home, since you always “accidentally” made too much food.

you and namjoon continued to chat when jimin breezed by, plopping down beside you. he was sitting off to the side of the dancefloor the entire time, lazily sipping a beer and talking to hoseok.

“because i would embarrass everyone with my moves,” was jimin’s answer when you asked him why he wasn’t participating.

namjoon chuckled. “he sounds like he’s joking, but he’s an insane dancer.”

“it sounds like you’re good at everything, park jimin,” you teased.

“you know who’s not good at anything?” it seemed like this wasn’t his first beer of the night. “jungkook. he’s horrible at pretending to not look at you. you should go up to him, i think he wants something.”

there was a sense of confusion, but even with jimin under the influence, you also saw the way namjoon leaned back in his seat. it was as if he was relieved that someone other than himself spoke up about it. turning your head, you immediately caught jungkook’s stare, which he retracted like touching fire.

you widened your eyes. “is there something on my face?”

“no, you’re just a woman that he likes that’s wearing a nice dress,” jimin deadpanned.

“you’re a funny drunk, jimin,” you shook your head, chuckling. what he said didn’t even register in your brain.

to your side, namjoon only sighed. he stood up all of a sudden, tugging jimin in the opposite direction. you were confused even more. in a second, jungkook appeared in front of you and your words immediately left your body.

“book club over?” he asked, scanning the room to where the others dispersed off to.

bewildered at the dissolution of the club meeting, you could only shrug. you weren’t sure what even happened. then, you looked up at him and smiled.

you said, “jeon jungkook, you’re not going to embarrass me by asking me to dance, are you?”

“i would never embarrass you. i’m definitely a much better dancer than you, anyway.” jungkook winked and extended his hand, gesturing for you to join him.

without missing a beat, you grabbed his hand and got up from your seat. thankfully, the senior community of the town was loving salsa night and made up most of the crowd. you and jungkook were able to hide your horrible dancing in between the retirees going wild.

𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. @sstrongstyletyle @wobblewobble822@taiwan0618 @seokout @firelcrds @xwniazx

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bubbbii · 1 year

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Side B!tch…?

title : Side B!tch..?

pairing : jungkook x reader

genre : jungkook smut, bts, kpop, dirty content

warning : degrading, daddy kink, cheating, spanking, multiple orgasms, handjob, blowjob, doggystyle, missionary, choking, hair pulling, on the phone sex, aftercare

summary : Jungkook’s been in both worlds, with his lovely girlfriend for 2 years..and his horny and sexy side chick, for as long as they’ve been dating. The question is, would Jungkook be able to resist the feisty risks that y/n decides to take, ruining jungkook’s relationship

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“So, relationship status?” Jungkook’s best friend Namjoon asked, raising an eyebrow as he gave him the cup of wine that was inside. “..I’m getting bored” Joon hummed, sipping out of his glass before putting it down. “How bored?” “Our sex life is..down bad terrible. She’s nice I mean - very sweet kind girl..but I can’t do it. Something about it just - it faded” Joon hummed agin, listening to him. “Fight more than usual?” Jungkook nodded at his question, making Hoseok chuckle. “Seems to me you need to start buddy” “shut up. I’ve been having sex with her more often” “and how did that turn out” Jungkook glared at Hoseok, making the two 94 liners laugh at the reaction.

“So Jungkook do something about it! The only person in this group who actually likes her is Taehyung..someone needs to snap him into his senses cuz I couldn’t care less about that girl” “how’s y/n” Jungkook smirked into his wine glass, remembering the heated night 4 days ago. Jungkook..has a double life. He met y/n a strip club one night along with the rest of the group. Everyone likes her..especially Jungkook. He wouldn’t dare letting her go to no one else. It’s almost like he’s possessive over her.

Which he is.

They started having sexy occasionally..to monthly..to weekly. To whenever the fuck they feel horny. Jungkook knew his girlfriend couldn’t do it better than y/n could, that’s why they’ve been going at it for a good..2 years. Ever since him and sally started dating. And Jungkook doesn’t seem regretful. “Going great actually, I miss her” “how? Sexually..or actually” “actually fool..there’s just something about her, that just gives me some kind of weird feeling inside” “YOU LIKE HER!” Hoseok blurred out, smiling mischievously at Jungkook. “Let’s face It, 2 years? I say replace” Hoseok said, sipping out of his wine glass.

“I cant do that to sally” “FUCK SALLY!” Lisa came in the room, leaning against the wall behind Joon. “You need to put on your big boy pants and end the switch. Y/N worth it, that’s one bad bitch right there” Joon and Hobi agreed, looking at Jungkook. “She is” “you and sally had an argument tonight that’s the only reason why you came here for drinks! How about getting on your way to her house?” Jungkook sighed, thinking about the suggestion. He probably should. But the doorbell rung, making Lisa go over to the door, opening it to see the person she didn’t wanna see.

“..sally what do you want” “is Jungkook here?” “Oh my god yes why?” “I need to speak with him!” Lisa groaned, stepping out the way and closed the door when sally was let in. “Kookie..you know I don’t like it when we fight” Jungkook looked at her, eyes showing confusion on why she’s in front of him. His phone was out, making it seem he was distracted. “Kookie talk to me” sally said, but it looks like y/n wanted to talk instead. A message popped up coming from her, which Jungkook gladly opened and sees the picture of the lingerie she was wearing.

“Wanna talk?”

Jungkook’s breath hitched, putting his phone down immediately as he fought the urge to push sally and run to his car and drive full speed to her house. He looked at Hoseok in the eyes, telling him everything he need to know and he caught on quick. “Sally - I don’t think he wants to talk right now let’s go ahead and just sit and relax yes?” Hoseok said brining sally to the kitchen. I looked at Joon and he nodded before nudging my head to the garage. “Was it y/n?” I nodded, my foot tapping the floor as my urge was still fighting.

“Go get ‘em kid” I jumped up grabbing my keys from off the rack and ran out without answering any questions. The garage door opened and I started my car before full forcing my foot on the pedal and drove off onto the highway. Jungkook knew what he was doing wasn’t the right thing, some say to go back to the house and fix things in your relationship with your girlfriend, that you just left to go to a side who wants nothing but to put all your anger out at her. Jungkook went with his gut, and his gut was always right.

He arrived to the house, taking a deep breath and took his shirt off, leaving it in the car and parked in the driveway. He took out his key, opening the door to the house and entering, the scent of her favorite body care balance and harmony..and food? Jungkook’s eyebrows furrowed as he closed the door and walked down the hallway and into the kitchen..where she was. In her silky robe and her long hair down, stirring a pot in front of her.

“Well hello Jungkook” y/n started, feeling his presence in the kitchen. She turned around, leaning against the marble counter. “Whatchu cookin?” “Shrimp fried rice, but it’s turned off…you’re looking like you wanna see what’s underneath this robe - which, I recently bought from Victoria” y/n answered, smirking at him. Y/n slowly took it off, letting Jungkook see the lingerie in person, making Jungkook drool at the sight. “Fuck” Jungkook cursed under his breath, seeing y/n slowly make her way towards him, staring down in his eyes.

“Mmh, daddy” Jungkook’s breath hitched at the name, her arms wrapping around his neck as she licked her lips at the sight before Jungkook losing control and smashing his lips onto hers. He lifted her up as he made his way to the living room couch, roughy putting her on the spacious part. He stared down with hungry eyes, sweat already building on his neck and he crawled over her, tearing each and every piece she had and she was exposed to him. “Wet little bitch” Jungkook whispered to himself as he saw the wetness covering her pussy. Jungkook stuck two fingers in there easy peasy, hearing y/n moan at the pleasure she was receiving. Jungkook scissored her, hearing her moans increase as her head dropped to the couch behind her, breathing unevenly.

“Yes..yes - daddy fuck” y/n hissed, spreading her legs wider to deepen his fingers. He took them out, licking them clean and bent down just to slowly lick up with his tongue, slow motion as he looked at her in the eyes. Y/n was enjoying every moment, feeling his tongue go up and all over. “Yesss just like that, just like that - daddy fuck” y/n whined out, bucking her hips. “Ooh you like that huh, that pussy slobbering that mouth hm? Greedy daddy isn’t he” y/n dirty talked, moving her hips in a circle making Jungkook moan at the sudden pleasure and her pussy lips.

“I do, fuck I do” “ooh I know, you’ve missed it, daddy’s missed it” Jungkook sucked harder, before getting up, licking his lips as he took his sweats down along with his boxers. Y/N’s eyes widened at the big thing in front of her, blinking as she looked at his smirking face. “..you’re out of your mind” “oh always” Jungkook got back on the couch, rubbing the tip at her entrance before slowly entering. Y/N clenched around him, feeling his cock go all the way inside her. “Shit..faster, please” Jungkook smirked, thrusting with force, fastening his pace by an inch causing y/n to go crazy. “Ooh there you go, there you go. Clenching on me like fucking bitch huh” Jungkook couldn’t take it, grabbing her throat and pounded into her.

Jungkook had y/n moaning her lungs out, having her lost at words once again as Jungkook pounded the living shit out of her. “Daddy! Fuck!” “Oh you like that, oh you fucking like that huh” Jungkook stopped, spanking her thigh. “Ass up” y/n did as told, turning around with still having his dick inside her and he went crazy, grabbing her hips and fucked her like a wild boar. “OH MY - daddy, daddy I’m not gonna last long. I’m not gonna last long - im gonna come. I’m-“ Jungkook pulled her hair, digging his cock deep inside her. “Yea wanna come? Wanna come for me Hm? Go ahead and come doll, come down my cock like a good girl yea?”

Y/n couldn’t take it anymore, and coated his dick with the running come. Y/N’s body shuddered at the intense orgasm, biting her lip like her life depended on it and moaned in the black couch. “Good girl, oh look at you. Look at you” Jungkook praised, chuckling as he turned her over. Jungkook kissed her with passion, making y/n wrap her arms around his neck to level the energy. This night was definitely gonna be long for them

an hour later..

1 am. Y/n and Jungkook couldn’t get enough, already having 7 orgasms combined. And Jungkook was going on it 4th one, y/n softly stroking his hard cock, practically edging him. “Fuck, please. Make me come, make me come baby cmon” y/n looked at him, with a raised eyebrow as she ran her fingers slowly over the red tip. “I’m surprised your little girlfriend hasn’t called yet” “I don’t care! Please - make me come!” “Who you yelling at?” Jungkook bit his lip, knowing better. Jungkook was the dominant one in their little relationship, besides during sex, Jungkook always knew not to raise his voice at her.

Especially when she has an advantage of making him come. Like this moment.

“Im sorry, im desperate” “i Can see, I’ll get to it when I get to it” y/n whispered the last part to him, kissing him softly as y/n’s hand went faster, colliding her fist to the heavy and filled balls of his, making him moan at the soft kiss they were still sharing. “Mmh fuck, fuck fuck fuck” y/n let go of it, cupping his balls in his hand as she massaged them slowly. She knew that was a weak spot for him. The tip, and the base. “Oooh yes yes yes yes - your driving to crazy to not let me come. This isn’t fair” y/n smiled, letting go before stroking roughly, knowing that took him over the edge.

Then the phone rung.

The ringtone echoed throughout the living room, y/n hand stopping and the two looked at each other confusingly. “..it’s not mine” “definitely mine” Jungkook whispered irritatedly, groaning in frustration as y/n got up and got his phone from the table. She looked at it, seeing the contact. She smirked. “Ooh? Cinderella is missing her prince” Jungkook knew who she was talking about, seeing her answer. “Kookie! Where are you!? The boys are trying to get me to stop looking for you but I will not stop until I know where you are! And make sure you’re safe!” Y/n smiled at the words, Jungkook huffing as he knew y/n was up to something.

“Sally, im fine” Jungkook simply said, seeing y/n walk to him as she put the phone carefully on the glass table next to them and she climbed onto his lap. Her back facing him. Jungkook sighed softly, his hands roaming her naked and sex scented body as he kissed her shoulders and neck softly. Y/n scooted, reaching down and licked the tip, rolling her tongue around it. Jungkook’s head threw back against the couch at the pleasure. “Fuck, no no please” “Jungkook? You still there?” Jungkook forgot sally was still on the phone. “Y-Yes, what is it sally I’m currently busy” Jungkook managed to get out, moaning quietly and softly as y/n took him all the way. That’s another thing Jungkook loves. “Well i wanna work things out, please come home I miss you” y/n smirked, knowing he was close.

Y/N took him out, roughly stroking him. “Quiet” she mouthed to jungkook as her hand was continued to stroke the hard thing. “Jungkook!” “I don’t think yelling would be the right option sweetheart” y/n replied almost quickly to the desperate sally over the phone. “Who’s this?” “Oh? Guess you haven’t heard of me, surprised Hobi kept his mouth shut” “SHUT UP Y/N!” Y/N chuckled, going faster as her fingers rolled over the tip. “I’m gonna come, im gonna come - y/n” “what is that!?” Y/N smirked, stroking the tip only as she spat on it and covered the tip with the wetness from his cock.

“Come for me you can do it” y/n whispered to Jungkook, hearing Jungkook’s whines and groans before exploding everywhere. All over her hand and arm as he let out the moans he couldn’t hold in any longer. Y/n smirked knowing the people over the phone heard that, stroking his cock slowly in the meantime. “Better?” Jungkook hummed in agreement, making her smile before grabbing the phone with her other hand. “Hope you enjoyed” y/n smirked before hanging up the phone and looking back at Jungkook.

“Your such an asshole” y/n laughed, making Jungkook laugh with her as she leaned her back against his chest, feeling his muscular tatted arms wrap around her. Y/n smiled feeling the soft kisses Jungkook placed. “I know what you want” y/n started softly, Jungkook sighing as he set his chin on her shoulder. “You do..” “you could’ve told me” “I didn’t know how you would feel about it” “Jungkook I like you too!” Y/n said, huffing after as she set her head back.

“You think this was just sex for me? No, I knew we both wanted the same thing and I knew that after 2 years you didn’t think we would be doing this for this long. You had doubts..and so did I” Jungkook bit his lip. “..will you be with me?” Y/n smiled softly, looking back at Jungkook before kissing his forehead sweetly.

“What a dream come true hm?”

#bts smut #jungkook #hoseok #yoongi #blackpink lisa #jungkook smut #namjoon #kim seokjin #kpop fanfic #kpop smut #taehyung #bts jimin

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7ndipity · 6 months

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You Catch them Watching Your Show

Ot7 x Reader

Summary: How they would react to their actor/actress s/o catching them binging their show.

Warnings: not proofread

A/N: Thanks to @cloudymunson for this request!

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Jin: He doesn’t really mind that you caught him, if anything, he would ask if you wanna watch the show together. He loves getting to hear little stories from while you were filming, it ends up becoming your weekly routine together.

Yoongi: He’s a lil embarrassed at first when you caught him, but he plays it off like “Of course I watch your show, what kind of a boyfriend would I be if I didn’t support your work?!” But fr tho, he’s soo invested in the plot, it might be his favorite series.

Hoseok: He’s not really bothered that you found out he’s been watching your series, even though he screamed when you caught him, but that was cause you startled him. He recovers pretty quick tho, fanboying over his favorite moments to you.

Namjoon: He’s lowkey embarrassed when you caught him camped out in bed binging the newest episodes, but he gets over it pretty quickly, asking so many questions about the plot. “But why did he lie about being dead?! Why not tell her the truth?!”

Jimin: He doesn’t necessarily mind that you caught him watching your show. He would’ve preferred it not happen as he was crying over two of the characters breaking up, but he can’t help that he got over invested in the plot, you’re way too convincing.

Taehyung: He’s actually kinda happy that you caught him while he was watching the show, now he can gush about how much he loves the series and discuss his theories about the plot, even though he knows you can’t tell him anything.

Jungkook: Doesn’t care that you caught him, but now that you know, he wants spoilers. “Tell me what happens! Pleasse?!” “Nope, you have to wait for the next episode, just like everyone else.” “But I’m not everyone else! I’m your boyfriend!”

Taglist: @sopebubbles-replies @btsw1fe @this-must-be-my-tardis @whitefoxgirl @bethanysnow @captainorangegoose @k4ngelz

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hollyhomburg · 5 months

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Ooooof what about an angsty au where an omega m/c ends up mated to mafia boss alpha hoseok, rightfully terrifying, the king of the underworld with a bloody crown, know for his personal flare for getting his hands dirty. Maybe he imprinted on her and took her, a touch of Stockholm syndrome or something. Only to have her abducted by his rival.

The retribution was swift and bloody- but it wasn’t enough to save her mind or their relationship- torn apart because of his guilt and her inability to cope with the trauma and he- to the surprise of everyone- allows her to leave and live a semi normal life- or at least try to- as long as she follows his one rule- she can’t fall in love with anyone else, can’t be physically with anyone else- because hoseok knows himself and knows that his jealouse side will not be able to cope with that it’s more of a warning than a rule.

And then you throw in beta jungkook, the m/c’a college roommate, what starts as studying and the kitchen counter turns into jungkook helping the m/c through her nightmares. Turns into one suprise kiss over breakfast and the m/c pulling away crying “can’t- cant kookie- can’t or else” and then the darker “you can’t love me because I’m not worth loving,”

and of course hoseok finds out, because hoseok still keeps a very very close eye on his mate even if they’re not togeather, guards that tail her night and day- maybe even a ‘student’ planted in a few of her classes. And she comes home to her and jungkooks entire apartment covered in plastic, jungkook bound to the kitchen table and hoseok sitting there sipping a coffee, legs crossed, asking her to explain before he removes her lover from this earth.

And once the m/c actually talks to him about everything- hoseok looks jungkook up and down- looks at the m/c and realizes this is the most /alive/ and okay that she’s looked in ages. And says “I’ll allow it, if you where an alpha I wouldn’t” it only takes a few weeks before hoseok is /bothering/ him, showing up at random times and hovering like he wants to ask but can’t. Nearly has a meltdown sniffing at jungkooks neck because it’s clear she scented him before he left for class and it’s the closest hoseok has been to her scent gland in years. And it leaves jk all flustered and pink cheeked himself.

And hoseok makes a weekly meeting out of the scenting, too much time on his hands now that his business has gone legit. Always ends the recaps by asking him if there’s anything you both need, their apartment rent was already paid in full by hoseok through the rest of their college. But as time goes on- jungkook realizes that it’s very clear that they still love each other a lot, they’re just both healing and depressed (obviously for different reasons) and jk makes it his mission to get them back togeather (and also maybe falls in love with them in the process)

(Gonna add to this later 👀)

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waitingforhobi · 4 months

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Hoseok weekly ↳ 39/78

for @cordiallyfuturedwight

#I BET YOU DIDN'T EXPECT THAT <3 #hoseok weekly #jung hoseok #jhope #bts #btsgif #dailybts #dailybangtan #userbangtan #cyphernet #trackofthesoul #annietrack #usersky #usertaeyungie #heyryen

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bts-roses · 3 months

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Hopelessly Romantic

summary - You used to say that a little romanticising never hurt anyone, turns out you were wrong. So wrong. (Unless...?)

pairing - Hoseok x reader

genre - university!au, fluff, a little angst, crushing & pining <3

word count - 7.4k

warnings - swearing :o, y/n goes through serious introspection, y/n goes through it

You always loved romance and love. You loved when your friend finally revealed his feelings to his crush after endless (and progressively annoying) pining for each other. You love when you see your regulars have their weekly Sunday date night at the restaurant you work at (you also love their tips). You love when couples share an umbrella when walking in the rain. Heck, you even love the socks with the tiny magnetic arms that when you stand next to someone with the same socks they hold hands! Like! Who cares if they are just inanimate socks? (They are holding hands!) You just love love!

Okay, so your friends/housemates might make fun of you for it. They might roll their eyes when you fawn over some minor interaction between two strangers in the street or when you dote on something slightly romantic that your professor said about his wife. Some of your friends may say you are overoptimistic. Or as Yoongi would call it: unrealistic.

But, you would argue that a little romanticising never hurt anyone! Can it be annoying sometimes? Yes! Do your friends have to mentally prepare themselves before confiding in you about anything to do with their romantic life? 100%! Can your romanticisation border on delusional? I mean, maybe sometimes? Or as Yoongi would say: all the time.

It's a little running joke in your friendship group that little Y/n is a little hopeless romantic who would even romanticise two street rats eating rotting food in a dumpster together (but also that is kind of cute, like they live in awful conditions but they still stay together?!).

So maybe that's why you keep your crush on a certain man in your class a secret. Or as you would say (then giggle and hide your face into your pillow), your secret.

You would admit that the sole reason that gets you out of bed for your Monday 9am lecture is the fact you can spend an hour glancing at the most perfect side profile to ever bless planet earth (oh, and sometimes the cute stories your professor reveals about his wife).

After 5 months of this class, you have perfected the routine to get the most out of this one hour experience. First, you (struggle to) get up at 7am. Then, do all your business and get clean. Then, you agonisingly choose your best outfit that is both (a) comfortable for an annoyingly early lecture and (b) also cute so that when he looks over to you, he thinks woah this hot babe knocks it out the park every time with their insanely cool yet effortless look like woah I need to propose or whatever. Then, you (maybe too excitedly) stroll to your lecture and get there with (and this is very important) exactly 4 minutes before the lecture begins. This is because exactly 5 minutes before the lecture begins, a certain someone (cue you giggling and hiding your face) finds a seat in the lecture hall. And that means you can choose the optimal seating position to be able to have sneaky glances at the most beautiful face you have ever laid your eyes upon (in a not creepy way). The said optimal seating position is around 1 or 2 rows behind and a good ten seats on either side of him. Both effective and not suspicious at all.

If they knew, your friends would call you crazy. Or as Yoongi would say: this would actually be great evidentiary support for a restraining order. But you swear if they have ever seen this man, they would be doing the exact same thing. You would also argue that you are not the only one who does this! Two weeks ago you noticed that a girl, who sat 5 rows in front of you (so 3 rows in front of him), spent most of the lecture staring at the man and it was very obvious. Clearly, someone needs to get an optimal seating position! And just a month ago, after the man answered one of the professor's questions, a group of people let out a very audible tee-hee at how unbelievably attractive his face was.

And, my God, what a face.

It's otherworldly and beautiful. And that side profile? His perfect nose? His heart-shaped lips? His amazing jawline? His somehow always sparkly eyes? And his kissable cheekbones that protrude a bit more when he bursts out into the most bright and breath-taking smile? Stunning.

It's even more stunning when it's directed at you. Tee-hee.

Plot twist! You aren't one to brag (you are going to fully brag). But there have been a few instances where your glances are requited.

Now it's time to replay them in excruciating detail!

The first time it happened, you were mid-sentence in typing some notes on the lecture slides when you habitually glanced over to Mr. Beautiful man. But when you look up, you find yourself already caught in the depths of his gaze. You nearly choked on the air at the realisation that this man was looking at you with his sparkling eyes that seemed to hold a playful glint within them and a soft smile tugged at the corner of his lips. For a heartbeat, time seemed to still as you held his gaze, and in that fleeting moment, you swear you felt a connection, a spark that made you bashfully look back to the lecture slides.

Another time this happened was when your professor was talking about the story of how he wooed his wife (every time he saw her, he pretended to trip over something so she would always remember him). You couldn't help but to accidentally let out a laugh louder than the rest of the class. But before you could cringe at yourself for the way your chuckle echoed around the room, you found yourself locking eyes with him, whose smile widened as your eyes met. You felt a warmth spread through you, as if his smile was meant for only you, and you couldn't help but smile back as he turned his head back around to the professor.

Not only that, but (not bragging at all) you have spoken to him a good two times.

Plot twist again!

He actually definitely knows who you are!

It's time to recount these events in even more excruciating detail!

The first time he spoke to you was in the second week of the semester and it was also the first time you ever noticed him. As everyone stood up to pack their bags, you noticed that the person in front of you had left his water bottle behind on his desk. Noting the back of the man already half-way down the stairs, you grab the metal bottle and try to dash out of the lecture hall, scanning the corridor for any sign of him. Finally spotting him nearly walking out of the building, you hurried to catch up to him. As he opened the door, you shouted an 'excuse me' to the man.

As if it was in slow motion, he turned around and you don't know if you were hallucinating, but you swear you were nearly swept off your feet (it may have been the strong wind that the opening door let in). That was the first time you were graced with the most beautiful face you have ever seen, as he looked at you surprised and confused with his soft-looking hair flowing with the breeze.

You stutter at the sight of him, briefly forgetting why you even chased after him in the first place.

"O-oh, you forgot your bottle." You bashfully state, lifting the bottle towards him.

You look up at him (sigh he's tall) and you actually feel your heart stop when his lips curve into the most heart warming smile.

"Wow, thanks a lot", he gratefully says, taking back his bottle, "I'm Hoseok, by the way."

Hoseok.

You mirror his smile and try to not turn red as you reply "Y/n."

"Nice to meet you! Thanks again." He coolly says before continuing on his way.

He leaves you windswept and heart-stricken in the middle of the doorway.

(You quickly break out of it when annoyed students try to squeeze and push past you taking up the whole exit).

The second time you converse with the man was 3 months after. And after a few exchanged glances, you're confident in saying that your attraction to this man has exponentially grown to unfathomable amounts.

You can safely say that you think you have a serious crush on this man.

This man being Hoseok. Because that's his name and he told you himself (tee-hee).

When you arrive at the lecture hall, you are greeted with an unfamiliar sight: people waiting outside of the room. When you walk up, you see the familiar faces you regularly see standing around and you deduce that the room must be locked (sometimes security forgets to unlock the lecture halls in the morning). As you lean against the wall and look down at your phone, you are surprised by the sudden voice next to you.

"This feels so weird standing around."

You look up and unconsciously let a smitten smile smother your face at Hoseok (tee-hee <3) next to you. You let yourself gaze at his breath-taking face for a moment. You feel your heart start racing again, as you stumble over what words to say.

"Yeah definitely, I'm so used to just sitting down before the professor gets here."

He glances at you, surprised you replied. In that moment you realise: he was talking to himself. That's awkward.

"No, yeah, I like to prep myself before a 9am lecture. I'm just wondering, who schedules 9am lectures on a Monday?" He light-heartedly comments, offering you one of his sweet smiles.

"You and me both, Hoseok. I'm wondering the same thing", you shyly respond, your smitten smile slightly burning your cheeks. Omg this is the longest conversation you have had with him!

You watch as his brows furrowed in confusion and his perfectly shaped head tilt to the side a bit. He lets out a bashful smile.

"Sorry, have we met before?" He lets out an embarrassed laugh and continues when you mirror his confusion, "You know my name?"

Oh...

You feel your heart sink a bit (a lot) and your lips move into a self-conscious smile. He doesn't remember you.

"Oh... Yeah we met briefly before." You look down, trying to cover your disappointment, "It was like at the beginning of the year so..."

You're surprised you can hear the sounds of people shuffling to move into the now unlocked lecture hall over the volume of how embarrassing this situation was. You both slowly trail behind the rest of the class into the room.

"Right, sorry, sometimes my memory is not the best!" Hoseok quickly reassures you, his tone devoid of any awkwardness, "What was your name again?"

It should be embarrassing at how quickly your mood elevated under his interest in knowing your name.

"I'm Y/n", you beam.

"Y/n", Hoseok says, more to himself, "I promise I won't forget next time".

He gives you another smile and a playful poke to your cheek, which makes you feel like the only one in the room, as he strides up to claim an empty seat. You feel yourself float up to your OSP (optimal seating position), unable to stop smiling from the brief exchange.

"I promise I won't forget next time"

Tee-hee, you have promises. And he touched your cheek! Tee-hee.

You spent the whole lecture divulging in the potential possibility that your crush might not be one-sided.

Tee-hee.

So here you are, five months deep in being the strongest trooper in your secret infatuation with this stunning man. You can’t help but give yourself a mental pat on the back for successfully keeping your mouth shut about it.

The pat on the back becomes even more vigorous when you manage to maintain your composure every time you spot him around campus, which has strangely been frequently lately. Surprisingly, this increase in sightings had nothing to do with you and everything to do with Yoongi.

You’ve been on high alert around Yoongi ever since he casually mentioned that he had a crush on someone in his classes. However, knowing you and your nature, he refused to divulge any details, nevermind the identity of the crush. It stung a little (okay, maybe more than a little) when he brushed you off, but you totally get it. After all, out of everyone, Yoongi was never the one to entertain your romanticising shit and especially not your meddling ways. Yet, there were instances where you could work out the object of Yoongi’s affections:

When Yoongi, out of nowhere, wanted to start sitting outside for lunch, near a particular group of friends (even though he hates sitting too long in the sun).

When Yoongi insisted you accompany him to watch the musical theatre society's dance practice (even though he was the conductor and didn’t really need to be there).

When Yoongi dragged you along to the dance society's performances, under the guise of "oh, I like the music" (not that you're complaining because Hoseok is also a part of that society tee-hee).

The common factor?: Jimin.

You couldn't blame Yoongi: Jimin was undeniably a sight to behold. And he is so lovely! One time your bag got stuck in the library’s revolving doors and you spent a good 5 minutes panickedly running in circles before Jimin stopped the whole crowd to come rescue you <3 (you never really talk about it because the situation actually made you want to curl up and never see the sun again). And every time Yoongi tries (emphasis on tries) to casually talk about Jimin, a cute little blush paints your friend's face, which makes you <3. And every time you see Jimin's smile it makes you, and the rest of the population just <3. And every time Yoongi sees Jimin from afar, you swear you can see the hearts jump out of his eyes <3.

The man wasn’t exactly subtle.

You also should thank Yoongi (and the gods) as Jimin is friends with Hoseok, meaning every lunch you could discreetly sneak glances at him, his perfect smile, his contagious laugh, the way his whole body would light up as he animatedly recounted a funny story to his friends and-

Anyways, since you were constantly looking that way, you, being the ever-vigilant detective, also noticed that someone else was also sneaking peeks at someone. That someone sneaking peeks being Jimin and the someone receiving said glances being Yoongi. Hee-hee. Jimin totally has a crush on Yoongi. And Yoongi totally has a crush on Jimin. They both totally have a crush on each other!

Even though you tried your best to not meddle, you just couldn’t resist. Much to Yoongi’s annoyance, you proceeded to bombard your friend with retellings of every single occurrence that Jimin so much breathed in his way in, of course, excruciating detail. You insisted for your friend to ask him on a date or confess or do anything, but only if he wanted to, of course.

You only seized your pestering when Yoongi finally grumbles a quiet “fine”. You also decided to seize any teasing of the growing excited smile on his face.

And so, it was on the fateful Thursday before Valentine’s Day week (which was just the heart-shaped cherry on top) Yoongi shyly asked Jimin on a date… And he said yes.

Apparently the date went really, really well :) So well that since they had known each other for a while, Jimin thought it only fitting to ask Yoongi if they could be boyfriends :) To which your friend broke out in his signature gummy smile and said yes :) Yoongi got a Valentine’s :) Yoongi, Mr. Stop-being-annoying-with-love-Y/n, was about to be annoying with love :)

The weekend anticipation for Monday was nearly unbearable. Not only did it promise the chance to catch up with Yoongi and extract every detail about the date - how did Jimin pop the question, Yoongi’s response to the question, Jimin’s response to Yoongi’s response to the question, etc. - but there was also the added excitement of Yoongi suggesting that the two friend groups sit together. One friend group including you and one friendship group including Hoseok. Tee-hee.

But when the clock struck 7am, you woke up with an odd feeling.

Something had felt off the previous day too, almost as if the world shifted its axis. Firstly, when your regular couple arrived at the restaurant, only half of them sat down at their usual table. The man sat alone, tears streaming down his face as he ordered his usual sirloin steak, nearly choking up as he had to stop himself from ordering his partner’s usual vegan burger. Or should you say, ex-partner… Turns out they weren’t the happy couple you saw them to be, they were actually going through a divorce. Instead of going home at closing time, you found yourself awkwardly comforting the man (i.e., stiffly patting his shoulder) as he worryingly wailed loudly into the table while you tried to find a way to ethically and morally make him pay the bill (though, he did leave his most generous tip ever, but you guess it's likely because the bill was half its usual price). Your heart couldn’t help to ache as you saw him braving the rain without an umbrella, all by himself.

You would be lying if you said that the couple’s breakup didn’t affect you in any way, you couldn’t shake off the weird feeling it gave you. You swore, every time you served them, they were a couple madly in-love, did you really misread the whole situation?

As you walked through campus on your way to the lecture, you tried to not think about the couple and you tried to distract yourself from the strange feeling, reminding yourself of the excitement of today. Today was the day you could finally talk to Hoseok (cue you giggling and hiding your face). You could finally get to know him beyond what you see in the lectures, beyond the brief mentions about him in passing conversations with Yoongi, beyond his dance performances, beyond your fleeting exchanged glances. You finally will know Hoseok as a friend, or maybe something more (tee-hee).

Just before you start to daydream (or as Yoongi would say: delude) about the potential conversations with Hoseok. You feel yourself still at the shattering sound beneath your feet. When you look down, you feel that odd feeling creep throughout your body; you accidentally crushed a pair of glasses on the ground. You don’t know why you remain staring at the broken lens (you also realise they are one of those expensive Ray Bans - yikes sorry to the owner). After you stood there for what felt like an eternity, it hit you why they look odd: they were rose-tinted glasses.

You just broke a pair of rose-tinted glasses.

Huh.

The distraction caused you to arrive 2 minutes late for the lecture, having to sit on one of the only available seats right at the front of the lecture hall (no OSP today guys). Much to your sadness, this meant you were not able to sneak any glances at the man and his beautiful side profile. :(

Maybe it was the fact you didn’t have Hoseok to distract you or maybe it was the strange feeling that made you really listen to your professor without your usual optimistic bias. But you finally realise how lowkey (highkey) misogynistic your professor was about his wife.

“Now, as an example of positive reinforcement, I can’t help but talk about a perfect one from my own experiences. I’ve talked about my endless efforts to win my lovely wife over, the gestures, the flowers, the compliments. But now that I’ve won her heart, she associates me with all that lovey-dovey stuff so I don't need to do any of that anymore! Like, why bother doing anything extra when she’s already fulfilling her role and doing all my laundry? This type of conditioning gets you an endless supply of clean underwear! Or is that too problematic to say these days? Am I going to get cancelled?” Your professor laughs.

You feel your mouth gape in pure shock (and cringe), as your ears pick up the awkward and fake laughs throughout the lecture hall.

Huh. That wasn’t very romantic.

The professor continues on and leaves you with a sour taste in your mouth. That strange feeling intensifies throughout you for the rest of the hour and carries on until lunch.

As you joined the group of people, you took a seat and offered smiles in response to everyone’s greetings. You noticed Hoseok had not arrived yet, and you tried not to react when you heard Namjoon, one of Jimin’s friends, complaining about his professor holding Hoseok back. From the 15 minutes you spend sitting with them, you deduce that Jimin’s friends are really nice: Namjoon was particularly endearing and Taehyung was charmingly entertaining. If it weren’t for the strange feeling nagging at you, you’d be more talkative, but instead, you could only muster occasional contributions to the conversation.

Feeling a nudge from your friend Molly next to you, you turned to her as she quietly asked if you were okay, worried because of your unusual silence. You quickly offer an excuse about stress from your group presentation and she nods, not entirely convinced. You also feel a brief comforting squeeze from your other friend, Lia, beside you. However, they both know you well enough to know that they shouldn’t press anything further. You meekly look around the table and you notice Yoongi already looking at you, a hint of concern forming on his face. You tried to reassure him with a big smile to indicate you are perfectly fine, but you could tell he wasn’t convinced. Curse your friends and their perceptiveness. But before he could press further, Jimin, being the angel that he is, distracts him with something funny on his phone, and you find yourself zoning out of the conversation.

“Well, I thought the movie was very good!” Taehyung argues.

“Of course you would think that movie was good, Tae,” Namjoon scoffs, “It was right up your hipster alley, a failed attempt at a romance movie disguised by some weird, unconventional filming techniques.”

Your attention snapped back when Taehyung gasped loudly.

“Failed attempt?” Taehyung repeats with disbelief, “I’ll have you know, that movie was the epitome of romance!”

“Tae, the most romantic thing about that movie was that it was caring enough to only put us through 1 hour of it,” Namjoon deadpans.

Chuckling spread around the table, leaving you a bit confused. You don’t even know what movie they’re talking about.

“Don’t talk about romance in front of Y/n guys” Lia teases, “We won’t hear the end of it, especially so close to Valentine’s day.”

Suddenly, all the attention is on you, your friends fondly looking at you, ready for your usual response. Normally, you’d play along and potentially bond with Taehyung over whatever movie this is. But instead, you stutter, unsure on how to respond.

“Well-” You start, before being interrupted.

“Oh my god, hey guys”, you hear from behind you, the voice slightly out of breath.

As everyone greets him back, you feel Lia, who was sitting next to you, shuffling to her left, making space for Hoseok to sit down. Next to you.

Instantly, the strange mood seems to dissipate into thin air. Omg he’s sitting next to you! Being a bit shy, you stay frozen, not turning around to look at the man. You feel yourself start to smile at the feeling of him next to you, and you nearly unconsciously moan at how good this man smells. Have some dignity Y/n, you think to yourself.

“Sorry I’m late, my meeting was supposed to be only 30 minutes but the professor went over an hour,” he laughs out, then looks towards his friend and his boyfriend, “I hope the in-law’s meeting is going well.”

Everyone around the table, including you, laughs, assuring him that it’s going well. You can’t help but let out a dreamy sigh - he’s so hot. Hoseok proceeds to go around to learn the names of the new faces, saying a nice to meet you to Lia, jokingly reintroducing himself to Yoongi (apparently they’re actually friends), and then mentioning to Molly that he is pretty sure they are in the same assignment group for one of his classes. Your face breaks out in a smile with how well he gets on with everyone. He is just so bright and sociable, you can’t help but feel your heart warm at the thought.

Finally, you muster the courage to turn towards him, intending to break the ice with the weird comment your professor said in the morning lecture but Hoseok starts before you.

He starts with the same gut-wrenchingly gorgeous smile,

“And what’s your name?”

Oh…

You feel yourself speechless at the question, colour draining in your face. If this was any other day and if this was anyone else, you would tease saying you’ve met before, joke about him already asking that question, maybe even fake hurt and dramatically ask if you were really that forgettable. But it did hurt, and you don’t feel like you have it in you to embarrass yourself, so instead you introduce yourself again.

For the third time.

“I’m Y/n”, you reply with a tense smile.

“Well it’s really nice to meet you!” He beams.

Throughout the entire lunch, silence envelops you like a suffocating blanket, muffling the chatter around you. All your senses are surrounded by Hoseok, yet he doesn’t even seem to notice you. You watch him interact effortlessly with others, his eyes light up with warmth and his smiles so familiar, you once believed they were reserved solely for you. But now, you realise those looks and smiles are merely part of his default demeanour, unfairly extended to everyone without second thought. The realisation cuts straight through you.

It’s not that he intentionally excludes you; he offers small nods and fleeting smiles of acknowledgements when your eyes meet. He just doesn’t fully register your presence or, better put, is interested in your presence more than he’s interested in anyone else. You don’t know what’s worse. Either way, the pang of insignificance hurts you deep as you sit there feeling like an idiot.

Meanwhile, your friends are engrossed in getting to know everyone else, and for the first time, you don’t bother deciphering the subtle exchanges between Molly and Taehyung, or analyse how well they bounce off each other, jokingly debating about something. Instead, you feel a bit irked by the sight of Jimin and Yoongi being so shyly cute with each other.

And it’s when Lia’s friendly tease prompts Hoseok to playfully poke her cheek, just like he did with you, you quietly stand up, wanting nothing more but to leave. The table suddenly grows quiet, your feigned excuse about seeing your professor being the only thing that is heard. After giving your friends a pointed look that says ‘please don’t follow me’, you pack your uneaten lunch and make a hasty exit, ignoring the worried gazes of your friends.

The truth hits you like a bus - he didn’t even know who you were. He treats everyone with the same warmth and friendliness, all those supposed shared moments weren’t special at all. You just convinced yourself they were, romanticising all those supposed connections to mean something. Did your brain really deluded you into thinking your foolish crush on him was actually requited?

Perhaps Yoongi was right about you. Unrealistic. Delusional. Now that you think about it, probably needs to be served with a restraining order. You didn’t just imagine that Hoseok was interested in you too but you also imagined that he actually knew who you were.

You feel like a fool.

As you fight back tears from spilling from your eyes, you trudge home, neglecting your next lecture. You’ll catch up on it later.

As you quietly slip away, a concerned silence settles over the group. Your friends exchange glances, each wondering if anyone knows what might be troubling you.

“Is she okay?” Namjoon breaks the silence, his brows furrowing with genuine concern as the group’s gaze follows your retreating figure.

“I actually don’t know…” Molly answers, her voice laced with worry, “She was so quiet. She said something earlier about a presentation but I know she doesn’t have anything like that coming up, so…”

“Shit, I should’ve said something earlier”, Yoongi mumbles with a loud sigh, reaching for his phone to send a message in your group chat.

Are you okay? Are you going back to the house? We’ll come meet you - yoongi

“We should go check on her.” Lia suggests, already rising from her seat, with Molly and Yoongi following suit.

Just then, the group’s phones all ping. Yoongi instantly reads the notification

I’m fine! I just have a headache :( - y/n

Don’t you dare move away from that table, Yoongi. You guys better have fun for me! I’ll see you guys at the house! - y/n

With a small scoff, Yoongi is about to ignore your pleas and continue to pack his things but then the phone pings again.

Please don’t come meet me - y/n

As Yoongi reads your last message, he sits down with a dejected sigh, everyone watching him curiously. The other two pull their phones out to read the messages, also sitting back down.

“I think she just wants to be alone.” Yoongi clarifies.

“Are you guys sure?” Jimin cautiously asks, “We don’t mind if you guys have to go.”

The other three men agree with Jimin, their concerns evident. Reluctantly, Yoongi shakes his head and assures the group that they don’t need to leave, mentioning that he’ll talk to you later at the house. Silence descends on the table once more.

“I hope everything’s alright,” Jimin voices, “maybe something happened during her classes?”

“No, she only had that intro to psych lecture this morning and she always mentions how that’s pretty chill,” Molly dismisses, looking down deep in thought.

“Oh, I’m in that class” Hoseok suddenly interjects, drawing everyone’s attention, “I didn’t notice anything unusual.”

“Yeah, I forgot you’re in that class” Yoongi remarks, “I’m surprised you haven’t run into her.”

Hoseok nods silently. Suddenly, realisation dawns on him. He knew you looked familiar - you’ve literally spoken before. He guesses he didn’t remember cause it was a long time ago, and he never sees you in the lecture hall. Perhaps you always sit in the back? Now guilt weighs on him, remembering your face earlier. Your eyes lit up in familiarity and a cute smile grew on your face, until he asked for your name. Then you looked embarrassed, your eyes slightly dimming. He didn’t recognise you. Hoseok falls silent, consumed by his thoughts.

“Well,” Jimin starts, trying to steer the conversation in a more positive direction, “I hope she’s okay! You always talk about Y/n so I can’t wait to get to know her.”

Yoongi smiles warmly at Jimin, appreciating the attempt to lighten the mood.

“Yeah, Yoongi talks about how endearing Y/n is,” Jimin continues, addressing his friends, “I actually met her once before! I think she got stuck in the library doors, and I helped her out. I was so surprised because most people would be really embarrassed but she was so grateful and optimistic. It really threw me off guard. No idea why she would be friends with you, Yoongi”

The conversation shifts and the table bursts out in laughter as Yoongi rolls his eyes playfully.

“No, really, sometimes she’s the complete opposite of you, Yoons,” Lia adds with excitement, “I literally remember when Molly was ordering our drinks and started to argue with one of the guys at the bar, so we were gonna go over and help her. But, Y/n stopped us, insisting that they were clearly just flirting. Then, Yoongi and Y/n started bickering about whether or not they were about to fight or kiss. Then all of a sudden we heard a scream and realised Molly threw her drink on him and they started to fight.”

“I’ll never forget Y/n’s face,” Yoongi heartedly laughs, reminiscing the incident, “I’ve never seen her more mortified.”

Everyone joins in the laughter. Hoseok looks around, noting how just the thought of you brightens your friend’s faces.

“Oh my God, that day got us banned from that place!,” Molly added, “I swear, she can romanticise anything.”

“Sounds like Taehyung with that atrocious ‘romance’ movie”, Namjoon jokes, earning a playful jab from the man.

“That’s it, someone bring Y/n back. I need someone to back me up on this”, Taehyung jokingly whines, eliciting more laughter, “I’ll force her to be my new movie buddy.”

“As long as it’s a romance movie, she won’t need much convincing”, Lia adds.

“With the movies Tae enjoys, we can only pray for her”, Namjoon sarcastically comments, dodging another hit from Taehyung.

“Well, Y/n finds joy and beauty in most things,” Yoongi starts, his eyes softening as he reflects on your unique perspective “I’m jealous of her, she can find love in anything and everything.”

The table falls into momentary silences, Yoongi’s words hanging in the air. Hoseok’s gaze flickers with intrigue as he processes the sentiment. His perception of you subtly shifts when Lia, with a mischievous grin, adds,

"Well, she loves love".

So you have actually decided you hate love.

Upon arriving home, you collapse onto your bed, letting your tears flow freely. You found yourself unable to stop crying. You don’t know if it's from the sheer humbling experience or the sorrow of mourning your imagined relationship with Hoseok. You just couldn't believe that he would do that to you? After everything you’ve imagined been through?

For the remainder of the week, you choose to avoid your university commitments, wallowing in self-pity within the safe confinement of your bedroom. Despite sharing a house with your three friends, you surprisingly succeed in avoiding conversation with them. Occasionally, when you attempt to sneak out to use the toilet, you find sweet treats left at your bedroom door - a silent reminder that they’re there whenever you’re ready to talk. But three whole days pass without a word. You even miss Valentine’s day.

On Thursday, a knock interrupts your solitude, and you fully intend to ignore it, not yet ready to face the outside world.

“Y/n, I’m coming in whether you like it or not, so you have 30 seconds to not be naked before I open this door.” Yoongi announces from outside, anticipating your refusal.

“Come in.” he hears you mumble from inside.

He enters to find you cocooned in your blanket on the bed. You both share a silent gaze and Yoongi’s heart aches at the sight of your eyes slowly filling up with tears. As your lips start to quiver, about to burst out in tears, Yoongi rushes over and envelops you in his arms.

Yoongi isn’t known for giving hugs, but as you sob into his shirt, you realise he should do it more often; he’s a really good hugger. And in the second that you feel your friend give you a comforting kiss on the crown of your head, you let go completely.

Yoongi remains silent the whole time you reveal your crush on Hoseok. The only sign you know he is still listening is when he tightens his grasp on you whenever your story elicits harder sobs. Yoongi knows its best to not say or question anything, especially when you start blubbering about some acronym he’s never heard of (something about an OPM), which means 2 rows behind and 10 seats to the left? He decides to not probe further, understanding that right now you just need someone to listen.

"I’m so stupid, I should've known this would have happened, I always get carried away, I always do this,” You sob tiredly, messily wiping your snotty nose, “I need to stop being like this, I think there’s something actually wrong with me Yoongi. I feel like a complete idiot”

Through your swollen eyes, you see him shake his head.

“No, Y/n, stop it. You’re not stupid, you’re not an idiot, there’s nothing wrong with you, and you definitely don’t need to stop being you.” Yoongi scolds, pulling you in for another hug.

“B-but you even said it yourself, I’m unrealistic with these things,” You choke before bursting out into full-on wails, “I made myself believe that he actually liked me back and he didn’t even know I existed.”

You both remain hugging for a while, and with the feeling of Yoongi soothingly rubbing your back, your sobs gradually calm down.

"You know," Yoongi begins quietly, "I love you and I love that you love love because your love for love pushed me to try to be with someone I'm in love with. Only you could've done that.”

The room falls quiet as you digest his words..

“And I also hate how many times I said love in that sentence"

"You said it at least 6 times" you sniffle, smiling up at your friend, “Thank you, Yoons.”

He mirrors your smile.

“Don’t even mention it.” He says, pulling you in for a side hug, “And to hell with that man. Surely if he doesn’t even appreciate my best friend, he’s not worth it. What’s even so great about him?! Huh?” He shouts out, as you let out a small sniffing giggle.

"He's got really great cheekbones", you start, and a beat of silence passes as Yoongi meekly agrees.

"Yeah, he does.”

In an attempt to cheer you up, Yoongi invites you to join him and Jimin for lunch on Sunday before your shift, promising a rather unconventional third-wheel experience. Despite your initial hesitations, as you watch the undeniable cuteness between them, your temporary barriers crumble, and you watch their interactions with joy and just the faintest tinie-wine hint of bittersweetness. Perhaps it’s because Jimin’s genuine concern for your well-being radiates comfort or maybe it’s his angelic aura, you find yourself confiding in him about your crush on Hoseok.

As you share your sorrows with the two men in front of you, you release a sigh of relief as he takes in the information with nothing but open-mindedness and kindness. His reassurance and comfort that Hoseok’s forgetfulness is not a reflection of you, but rather a quirk of his character - or, as Jimin admits, an annoyance - brings you comfort, leaving you feeling better as you make your way to work.

Throughout the rest of your shift, a sense of peace settles within you. Perhaps, deep down, there’s a part of you that just thrives on romance and love, a factor ingrained in your disposition. As you clean tables, you come to the realisation: who cares if romance seems a bit elusive to you right now? It undeniably exists in the world, evident all around you. In your friends, in love songs, and even in those silly magnet socks. And that brings you happiness - a fact made abundantly clear by the joy you feel knowing your friend is experiencing it.

Maybe, just maybe, it’s just not your time, and you muster the courage to admit, with a shaky exhale, that perhaps Hoseok simply wasn’t meant to be that person for you.

But you don’t dwell on that thought for too long, getting distracted by your divorced regular walking in with a new woman.

You stride to your Monday lecture actually feeling really great. I mean, you acquired a new friend (Jimin <3), you have a feeling Molly may have a little thing for Taehyung (which you’ll undoubtedly observe with unsolicited interest at lunch), and your Sunday regular (who strangely moved on from a whole marriage in just a week) still gives good tips. You feel ecstatic even.

On your way to your lecture, you pause briefly. Your eyebrows furrow at the sight of two rats sitting together on a bench, their tails somehow strangely interlocking. It was oddly and bizarrely romantic, prompting you to send a picture in the groupchat. For once, everyone actually agreed, even Yoongi.

So, who cares if you romanticise things? It got you this far, even through countless 9am lectures - a victory for someone with your habit of missing lectures. Perhaps you could still appreciate Hoseok's face, it's still a gorgeous face. And besides, when you really think about it, you don't actually know anything about him! He might actually be an awful person! You try to tell yourself that, but there’s still a small part of your heart that remains unconvinced.

You enter the lecture hall surprisingly 10 minutes early, say goodbye to OSP, hello to sitting wherever the fuck you want (which is kind of a relief considering Hoseok tended to sit really far behind and you really struggled to see the board sometimes).

Absorbed in Yoongi’s latest post of him and Jimin, you’re startled by a familiar voice beside you.

"Is this seat taken?"

Oh?

You look up to see the devastatingly handsome ray of sunshine himself, gesturing to the seat where your bag is on. You try not to inwardly scream at how good he looks. He’s wearing glasses you’ve never seen before and a really fluffy looking red jumper, which just makes him look so boyfriend and so, so gorgeous.

"No, it's not actually", you hesitantly move your bag and offer a polite smile.

You watch him sit down next to you and give you another earth-shaking smile, to which you offer a timid one back. You curse your heart for speeding up.

Don't get your hopes up, Y/n.

In order to distract yourself, you look down at your phone again and answer some messages from your family, unaware of Hoseok stealing glances at you.

He notices just how cute your nose is, how sparkly your eyes are when you gleefully read whatever is on your screen. He is a bit embarrassed to admit how much he would love to know how to make the corners of your lips move upwards like that. He also notes his sudden urge to grab your attention away from your screen and onto something else. Or maybe someone else.

He also feels the need to giggle and scream into a pillow. Huh.

Before he opens his mouth to make conversation and apologise for what happened last week, the professor begins his lectures, interrupting his chance.

As the lecture progresses, your professor makes another weird ‘joke’ about his wife, which makes you halt your note taking to stare at him in disbelief.

"I’m so surprised his wife hasn’t left him yet" Hoseok whispers to you.

You giggle at the remark, your head instinctively dipping down to avoid drawing attention. Hoseok's eyes brighten at the sound of your laugh, completely captivated by the sound. If you looked at him at this moment, you would notice that his face lit up much more than usual, a glint of endearment painting his smile. Your eyes meet, and for a moment, time stands still. You’re struck with how breathtakingly pretty he looks up close, it’s almost unfair. Your eyes are drawn to details you never noticed before - like the charming mole on his lips that makes you <3 (also ignites the desire to kiss it).

Although you know the lesson from the past week was that you can sometimes be delusional in your romanticising, but this time you are 100% sure you see it objectively: Hoseok briefly looks down at your lips before meeting your gaze again. It’s clear you didn’t imagine it, as you catch a sudden look of embarrassment wash over his face as if he got caught out. That’s because he did just get caught out.

You both look away from each other’s eyes, the intensity of the moment becoming a bit too overwhelming. But you both continue to sit together in silence, your shoulders brushing, with wide, bashful smiles plastered on your faces. The same thoughts (or lack thereof) swirling in both of your minds:

Tee-hee.

a/n: tee-motherfucking-hee :) Thank you for reading!

#bts angst #bts fluff #bts x reader #bts hoseok #hoseok angst #hoseok fluff #bts fanfic #hoseok x reader #hoseok scenarios #jhope fluff #jhope angst

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makingmeagirlwithluv · 9 months

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Lost in the lights: Chapter 1

Pairing: OT7 x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.7K

Status: Ongoing

Summary: Idol!BTS falls for spoiled brat reader who’s just looking for some fun! Can all 7 of them win her heart and make her theres and theres alone?

Genre: Idol! BTS social media/sociallite reader. Modern day. No covid

Status: Ongoing

Content warnings: Light smut, swearing, BTS are men and sometimes men are dumb as hell. That B!tch reader. Bi-sexual reader Mild angst. Swearing, lots of casual sex. possesive (?) bts. Unlikely to be member on member action but never say never. 18 PLUS MINORS DNI

You were intoxicating.

Moving through the VIP section of the exclusive club like you didn’t have a care in the world. Laughing in each section as men reached for your hand to kiss it and woman after woman pulled you in for hugs and selfies.

And towards the very back was Jung Kook and Hoseok. They had a rare night off and wanted to blow off some steam. They should be on the dance floor or throwing back drinks. But there they sat the drinks in front of them long forgotten with their eyes glued to you. Jung Kook whispered something to Hoseok who nodded and turned away for a second to whisper back before shamelessly gluing his eyes back to you

You knew they were there. Even over the sound of the music and everyone vying for your attention, you could feel their eyes on you. Quite frankly famous men staring at you was nothing new and while both of the men devouring you with their eyes were considerably good looking you were technically working so you had no plans of stopping by.

Imagine your surprise when a large man slides you a hotel key and a napkin with an address written on it. You look around and lock eyes with Jung Kook and he raises his glass to you before taking a sip holding your stare. You briefly glance from him to Hoseok who let you know with a slight nod exactly what he wanted, what they both did. And honestly what the hell, you only live once right?

And that’s what you told yourself as you stepped out of your black Lexus SUV and handed your keys to the waiting valet at the hotel written down on the napkin. That’s what you told yourself when you used the hotel key they gave you and found them waiting for you in bed already dressed down to loungewear

And you were so glad you let yourself indulge in the men that wanted you whenever you wanted. Because after a few flirtatious remarks, Jung Kook took you by the neck and started kissing you like a man on a mission. Hoseok wasn’t far behind pressing up against you and kissing down your neck and running his hands up your thighs until they were under your skirt and pressed against your warm pussy making you moan into Jung Kook’s mouth.

It wasn’t long before you three were in bed together absolutely ravishing each other. They made you feel incredibly good, to the point where you wondered if your body could recover from the over stimulation. And afterwards, they cuddled you as you three giggled together. And maybe they weren’t so bad and they both made you laugh. Maybe Jung Kook was genuinely curious about your work and maybe Hoseok’s smile was infectious and when you fell asleep next to them you didn’t mind being squished between them, you felt comfortable.

And you didn’t stop seeing them or sleeping with them. That one night stand turned into weekly hook ups which turned into you hanging out around the other members more. And thank God Jung Kook and Hoseok weren’t possessive because not only were you insatiable in bed but the other members were just as enthralled as Jung Kook and Hoseok had been.

It was maybe thirty minutes into a heated debate about the merits of abstract art over classic art before namjoon was pulling you from where you sat on the couch into his lap and kissing you to shut you up. He had fucked you that night covering your mouth so the other members wouldn’t hear how good he was making you feel. He loved watching you fall apart underneath him and was thrilled when you cuddled into him and played quietly on your phone while he read next to you. His heart sank a little when you had to leave the next day but that didn’t stop him from texting you every day after about all the little things that popped into his mind. He was worried you would find him annoying but you didn’t, you responded back thoughtfully and playfully and you loved having someone to geek out about art with.

You met Jimin after a play time with Jung Kook went a little too long and a little too loud. Jimin didn’t care who Jung Kook fucked but he was interrupting his sleep. So at two in the morning after a particularly loud moan from one of you, he didnt care who, he barged in hoping to tell you both to shut the fuck up. What he didn’t expect was his best friend half-naked and sweaty on his knees with a makeshift gag in his mouth looking up at you with so much pleasure in his eyes he barely registered Jimin opening the door. Meanwhile, you sat at the edge of the bed in a white lingerie set petting his head, and smiled as if this was a totally normal circumstance at the man who had just barged him.

“Hi” Your light voice floated to him. “What’s your name?” you asked while petting Jung Kook’s head and patting your legs so he can rest his head on your lap. Your fingers lightly gazed his chin and he visibly relaxed closing his eyes. Jimin took in the scene in front of him with a slightly clenched jaw. Who were you that you didn’t even seem to have even gotten completely naked and had managed to render his friend speechless? He ignored you asking what his name was and crossed his arms to glare at you. “Could you all shut the fuck up in here? Some of us are trying to sleep”

You blinked at him your mouth falling open a little while you continued to thread your hands through Jung Kook’s hair, the youngest boy burying his face in your lap at the sensation.

“I’m sorry” you sincerely apologized. “I’m y/n by the way” You cocked your head at him and pouted out your bottom lip hoping to look innocent and loveable. You tried to hide your smirk as you saw him visibly relax, his hands unclenching at the sincerity of your apology

“It’s fine” he huffed looking around kind of unsure what to do with himself now that he had barged in and you had apologized without a fight.

“Umm” He trailed off as you held his gaze your hand never leaving his friends head, Jung Kook’s breathing steadying out to suggest he was drifting off to sleep in your lap.

“I’m Jimin” he whispered and you let a smile grace your face before repeating your name. He nodded again before backing towards the door never looking away from your eyes except right before he was out to fully drink in the way you continued to provide aftercare to his friend and when he closed the door he wondered if he could make you feel the way you clearly had made Jung Kook feel.

He kept thinking about it for five days straight before he ran into you unceremoniously at a coffee shop.

He offered to pay for your order and it was an hour of laughing and working to out-flirt each other before he was taking you in the back of his car. And he was right you looked pretty on your knees swallowing him down. You looked gorgeous riding on him and this time he didn’t mind how loud you were being. And after making you come apart on top of him he couldn’t allow himself to pretend like you were just a random fuck. And as for you, you liked how Jimin was soft and rough at the same time. How he commanded you to cum for him but wrapped his arms around you and peppered you with kisses as if he loved you all of his life. So when he put his number in your phone without you knowing and face-timed you later just to see what you were up to, you didn’t mind.

And so it went with all of them, you got to know each of the members, and one by one they fell for your charms.

You were enjoying sleeping with all of them but you also enjoyed your freedom. You liked being able to come and go as you please and you enjoyed your space. And while they enjoyed your body, god did they enjoy your body, the personality that accompanied it was enticing and they wanted more and more as they got to know you.

When you weren’t around they all secretly lurked on your Instagram. They all felt crazy rewatching your stories to catch glimpses of you kissing super models on your close friends, going out on dates with other guys, and lounging in various vacation spots.They wanted to spend all their free time with you and you didn’t seem to care at all. And it wasn’t that you didn’t care, you liked them all and you enjoyed their company. But you didn’t want a boyfriend, much less seven and you told them as such, over and over again. Time after time you let them know how you felt

In between a make-out session that got so steamy that Taehyung was begging you to move in, in the middle of it.

When you were leaving early in the morning from Yoongi’s bed and he trapped you between his arms and the door with a kiss muttering into your neck that he didn’t want you to leave.

When Jin was making you cum for the third time that night and letitng you know that you were fucking his.

Your response was some variance of the same thing. You’d kiss them back or rub your hand affectionately across their arm, or chest, or neck, truly wherever you knew they were weakest, and flash that perfect smile at them before smoothly slipping through their grasp

“Don’t be silly baby”

“Aww i’ll miss you too but I have to go”

“Please just fuck me oh my god”

And they were silly and they did miss you and they didn’t stop making you fall apart for each and every single one of them, but they didn’t have you.

It was kind of driving them nuts.

And that’s the end of this chapter! If you liked it let me know in the comments or in the asks! Like this post if you want more! I’ll post when I can :) !

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borahaerhy · 2 years

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Dealer (1) - myg

Summary: Your boyfriend seemed like a dream come true: always wanting to be around you, making sure you would get home safe, never taking his hands off you. These little comforts became your whole world, and then the only thing you were allowed to have left in the world. Luckily, your boyfriends drug dealer turned out to be a much nicer guy.

Pairing: DrugDealer!Yoongi x Female!Reader

Genre: Mafia/drug kingpin au, Y/N coming from nothing, found family, Eventual smut

Warnings: Zeke is a red flag, Hoseok is a drug dealer, Yoongi is a drug dealer, Weed, measurements, prices, and the selling of weed, Hoseok is extremely concerned with y/n, guns :)

Referenced: manipulation, psychological abuse, implied physical abuse, self-harm.

Word count: 2.8k

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Note: If you are sensitive or triggered by abusive relationships or manipulation in any way, please do not read this fic, it can be very triggering. It will also be referenced that Y/n used to self harm, and has self-harm scars. This is fic is going to cover a lot of intense topics, and there will be a lot of drugs.

He was so sweet at first. He made you feel seen for the first time in your life; like someone actually wanted to see you, to spend time with you without any other motive. He made you feel important, made you feel special. For the first time in your life, you felt beautiful and appreciated and loved; and he was the reason for it.

So when he was rushing the relationship along, you had no problems with it. Not when he asked for your number the night you met. Not when you went on your first date the next day. Not when he showed up at your job every night you worked, or when he asked you to spend the night at his place a week after your first date, because he was too tired to make sure you had gotten home safe. He was just looking out for you, after all.

He was making every part of your life revolve around him, and you just thought it was him being in love with you.

You were fine with it when he rushed you into a sexual relationship with him, and you were fine with it when he wanted you to move in with him. Your apartment building wasn’t safe, someone could break in, there were shootings in that neighborhood all the time. He needed to keep you safe.

It only took him 2 months from the day you met to get you living with him, sleeping in his bed every night, letting him use you and your body in whatever way he’d wanted, because this is what love is, right? Two months after that, you weren’t allowed to have your job anymore. There were too many men that looked at you at the bar you were waitress at. Too many men who’d ask for your number, too many men trying to grab you, trying to talk to you, trying to fuck you.

They all wanted you, and you were just too stupid to see it. You were naive and sweet and innocent, and all those men all wanted one thing from you. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust you, no, not at all. He couldn’t trust them, what they’d do to you in your fragile state. You were still healing from trauma, even if before you had met him, you would have considered yourself mostly healed.

The urge to start self-harming again came up so often, even if you hadn’t done it in years. You couldn’t get the thoughts out of your head as you were isolated in his house, not allowed to leave unless he came with you. Not allowed to talk to anyone, not without permission anyways.

You’d do anything for him, and the way he loved you. The way he’d bring you so high up, just to take it all away, leaving you drowning, begging for his love again, for his gentle praise and his hands on you. You needed him, and he had you just where he wanted you.

The only person you’d ever seen aside from him was Hoseok. Hoseok was his weed dealer. He’d come to the house once a week stay for a little, have a conversation and maybe smoke a little before he left, a bright smile on his face as he went. You loved these little weekly visits, as they were the only time you got to see someone other than Zeke. Not that you didn’t like spending time with him, but it was nice to see someone new.

Hoseok however, hated coming over to sell to Zeke.

It wasn’t something he’d ever minded in the past, having been his dealer for a few years now, but it started to get worse and worse whenever he’d met you.

Hoseok was there the day Zeke had first noticed you, weeks before he’d officially introduced himself to you. The bar you used to work at was a place they’d frequented. They’d party there together, or just go to hang out for a little on the weekends, but he could immediately tell a difference in him from the second he saw you.

It was easy to ignore the differences in him, as Hoseok was never the biggest fan. Mostly just hanging out with someone who bought from him a lot to make sure he kept a customer.

But he really loved when he started talking to you, because you were one of the sweetest people he’d ever met. He loved spending time with you, not that he was interested in you; you were just sweet and funny, always good company.

But then, things started changing. Changing fast.

He’d be excited to meet Zeke at the bar, hoping you’d be their waitress so he could talk to you some more. But then you stopped working there. Fine, fine, he usually met Zeke in his apartment anyways and you were there most of the time, so he’d still get to see you, your bubbly personality and your bright smile always shining through as soon as you saw him.

But you wouldn’t smile as much, and when you did, it was never quite as bright as it had been when you first met. You didn’t tell as many jokes or laugh at many of his. You wore baggier clothes and curled yourself up into a ball on the couch next to Zeke, who seemed to treat you more like a pet than a girlfriend.

You looked at him when you wanted to speak, as if asking permission. That was when he couldn’t handle it anymore. He watched you go from one of the most lively, outgoing, charismatic, and sweetest people he’d ever met to a lifeless husk, barely strong enough to have any original thoughts.

He’d watched this man ruin your life in less than a year, and he did absolutely nothing to stop it.

Any time he tried to talk to you when Zeke wasn’t there, try to figure out what was going on, if there was any way he could help you, Zeke would always show back up just as he felt he was getting somewhere. He’d show back up and push you back the hall, out of sight.

As if no longer seeing you meant he hadn’t previously seen the bruises peeking out of the holes in your jeans.

So, he stopped going when Zeke texted him. Made up excuses every time so he wouldn’t have to feel the guilt that always surrounded him when he saw you.

He decided to talk about it with one of his good friends one day when they were hanging out at the bar you used to work at. Zeke had messaged him, asking if he was around and Hoseok sighed loudly at the sight of his number appearing in his phone. His gaze narrowed down at the screen before he clenched his jaw and clicked off his phone, tossing it back down onto the table in front of him before he leaned his elbows on the table, bringing his hands up to cover his mouth as his leg bounced under the table.

“Who’s got you so pissed off, Hoba?” Yoongi cocked his brow as he took a drink, eyeing his usually level-headed friend. Hoseok closed his eyes for a second, taking a deep breath before he let his hands fall back down, hands gripping onto his beer and swirling it around the frosty glass.

“Just this guy I stopped selling to,” he didn’t bring his eyes up to meet Yoongi’s, knowing if he did he’d have to elaborate. Yoongi didn’t push him any further, but Hoseok decided he wanted to share it anyway. “Zeke, the one whose girlfriend used to work here,” Yoongi nodded, vaugly remembering the name and waitress. Hoseok had pointed you out to him a time or two when you still worked here, but it had been a while.

Hoseok thought for a second, about to proceed with telling Yoongi all about you, and how he felt bad for not saying something to someone sooner, but he stopped himself.

Yoongi was also a dealer, and a much more high-profile one at that. He always carried around a gun and had no problem telling people off, especially if they were buying anything less than a QP, and Zeke never bought more than an ounce at a time.

If he just told him about you, Yoongi would just say “yeah, that sucks” and they’d move on. But if he saw it....

Maybe he could try to pawn Zeke off on Yoongi. Get Zeke off his back, and when Yoongi saw you, he’d no doubt do something.

So, that’s exactly what he did.

“I heard him say something slick to her the last time I was there. Nothing serious, just not someone I’d really want to associate with, you know?” Yoongi nodded again, knowing how likely this story was considering how pissed off Hoseok had been only moments ago. “Maybe you could sell to him? Just once at least, so I can figure out whether I can afford to drop him or not,”

Yoongi thought for a second, trying to remember how much weed he still had before going to his distributer next week.

“How much does he need?” Hoseok unlocked his phone and opened the conversation with Zeke.

“An ounce, I usually charge him 250,”

“Tell him I’ll charge 275, but I can be at his place in an hour,” Hoseok nodded and sent Zeke the text, which he thankfully had the money and was willing to pay it.

“Just texted you his address, though you can be a little late, he’s kind of a dick anyways,”

Yoongi didn't like the look of you when he walked through the door.

He didn't like that you looked so goddamn stiff, uncomfortable even as soon as you saw him.

At first, he thought it was him making you uncomfortable; you judging him, a man you did not know for being there. But Yoongi didn't need to be there for more than two minutes before he realized that it wasn't him making you nervous. No, but the guy that had taken a seat next to you, the guy whose house you had been in. The guy you had been living with.

You sat idly as he scooted in closer to you, spreading his legs out and pulled one of yours onto his before he rubbed up and back the length of it. He kept making lewd comments about your body as if you weren't there, and you laughed along with any joke he told, your eyes never leaving your neatly folded hands that sat in your lap.

Yoongi was disgusted as he watched the man claiming to "own" you continue to do whatever he wanted to you, touch you and speak to and about you as he pleased. Yoongi could see why Hoseok had sent him over here, and it wasn’t just because of a slick comment. He’d always been more ballsy and ready to take more risks than Hoseok had, never really willing to stand for any bullshit, and this was most certainly included in that.

You were sitting opposite each other, his eyes sneaking glances at you anytime Zeke looked away. The small talk had ended, and Zeke stood to go get the money from his bedroom, at the opposite end of the house. As soon as he was out of earshot, you spoke.

“You're a friend of Hoseok's’?” Yoongi nodded softly, a little taken back by your sudden friendliness. Zeke had stopped letting you be alone with Hoseok, so it had been weeks since you’d spoken with anyone. “How’s he doing?”

“He’s really good, he just couldn’t make it today. Scheduling conflict, you know how it is,” You nodded and smiled, moving your eyes back and forth between the hallways and Yoongi.

“Would you tell him I said hi?” Yoongi nodded his head, brow furrowed as he pulled his phone out.

“If you want, I could give you his phone number,” You very quickly shook your head, still looking at the hallway behind Yoongi to keep an eye out for Zeke.

“No, I don’t have a phone–”

“You don’t have a phone?” You bit your lip lightly, shaking your head as Yoongi eyed you.

“Just tell him I'm okay,” You fell back into the couch as you heard Zeke walking back down the hallway. Yoongi followed suit, quickly busying himself with his phone. He pulled up Hoseok’s contact and started typing as Zeke sat back down.

You said he was an asshole, not a fucking dictator–

“What’d I miss?” Zeke asked as he sat, beginning to count his money.

“Not much; Hoseok texted. Wanted me to apologize for him not being here again,” Zeke gave a half-hearted smile, looking back at you to make sure your eyes were still down, that you were still behaving.

“It’s fine, Hoseok’s an old friend of mine. We go way back, he’ll just owe me one,” Zeke threw the counted money onto the table that separated them, before his hand went to your thigh, slightly lifting the material of the skirt you had been wearing to reveal the edge of a giant purple and black bruise on your thigh. He squeezed down onto it, turning a loving gesture into something that made Yoongi’s blood boil.

Fuck it.

Yoongi pulled the weed out of his pocket and threw it down onto the table next to the money and stood, hands in his pockets as he spoke calmly.

"Your shits free if you let her leave with me," Zeke looked back and forth between the two of you, your head down as you could feel the anger beginning to radiate off of him, his fingers digging deeper into your skin.

"What the fuck are you talking about man? What the fuck did you do?" He turned to look at you, his voice coming out a muffled growl as he tried to scare you into answering him.

"I said," Yoongi spoke up again, this time as he pulled a gun out of the waistband of his jeans, switching the safety off as he pointed it at Zeke’s head. "Your shits free if you let her come with me."

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Free Use: Ch 6

Free Use: Index

Ship: Crush!Taehyung | Reader

Description: Childhood Friends/Crush/Neighbors/College!AU. Your long time crush agrees to be your dom.

Warnings: Free Use Kink, Dom/Sub Relationship, Dom Taehyung, Angst!!! Fluff???? Possessiveness, Humiliation Kink, Demeaning Names, Dirty Talk, Intercourse (Finally), Size Kink, Photos, Fingering, Mirror/Bathroom Sex, Exhibition, this isn’t all but i don’t wanna spoil

Word Count: 4,833

A/N: hhhhh this was just meant to be horny but i sprinkled in some personal trauma (not in the sext parts dont worry)

Jimin’s house party was nearing it’s peak, the music vibrating through every atom of your body, the speakers blaring for the whole neighborhood to hear. Of course Jimin’s spoiled ass got a house already instead of an apartment like the rest of you. It was to throw ragers like this for half of the campus who didn’t want to risk getting spiked at the frat parties. You pull on the gloves of your outfit- a dupe you got of Maddy’s New Years dress. Two shots down and you were already scanning the room for Taehyung.

Swerving between the swaying bodies, you search for your friends. You try your best not to spill your suspicious jungle juice- some new concoction that Seokjin had made. Jungkook and Hoseok were probably in the midst of the dance floor. No doubt Jimin was busy socializing like the gracious host he was. Seokjin would be acting as bartender as usual, so Yoongi was probably drinking with him. Knowing Namjoon he was already throwing up at this point. But where was Taehyung?

You spot Jimin and reach towards him, leaning on him more than you intended. Despite the warmth flooding to your cheeks, you down more alcohol, causing Jimin to laugh at your sour expression. “I just saw like ten guys check you out when you walked over here.” He has to yell over the music for you to hear him. “You getting laid tonight?”

You roll your eyes, downing more of your drink. “Where’s Taehyung?”

“Ah, I see,” Jimin grins. “I think he said he was getting a drink. You should find Jin. Looks like you’ll be needing a refill soon anyways.”

“Thanks, Jiminnnn,” you say, pecking him on the cheek and waving goodbye. Luckily you already knew where Seokjin would be stationed. You find him in no time, with Yoongi as you expected. Yes! Taehyung was there too!

Your buzz made you feel elated and excited to see him. That is, until you saw the pretty girl standing next to him, laughing as though he said the funniest thing in the world. Not just any girl, though.

Nayeon.

You waved the box of popcorn you bought as you entered the boys’ dormitory. You were met with the familiar sent of weed the moment you walked through the door. Not like the RAs really gave a shit. Back when it was mandatory to live on campus, at least during freshman year. Your friendship had solidified with the guys, them no longer seeing you as much of a younger sister and closer to an equal. Too bad you weren’t able to move in with them. You practically lived there, though, despite having a perfectly good dorm of your own.

Your crush on Taehyung was festering even then, and you would use any excuse you could to be near him. Not that you had to try much. Taehyung, Jimin, and Jungkook would usually host little parties or movie nights in their dorm. They were always the partners of the group, immediately getting fakes as soon as they moved out of their parents’ houses. The first taste of freedom had gotten to their head, and they were relishing in the liberties adulthood brought. They were lucky that the older boys were so lenient with them, having already matured past their extreme partying phases and knowing their limits. Who else would help clean up after, anyways? If it was up to those scoundrels your group would be throwing all night bathers weekly. You were thankful for the more chill hang outs, where you guys would watch shitty movies and smoke.

You were especially excited for today, though. You were always excited to see Taehyung, to be fair. But today you were wearing an outfit you knew he’d especially like. He respected the drip like that, and you would beam every time he complimented you. You were practically fantasizing about it all day.

You shoved the box into Namjoon’s hands, joining him in the kitchen. “Movie theater popcorn, like requested.”

“I wouldn’t have to get on your ass about it if you had bought the right kind last time.” He rolled his eyes, mussing your hair in a form of endearment.

You scowled up at his grin, combing your hands back over your hair. Your eyes darted across the kitchen counter towards the living room, noticing that most of the guys were on the couch or their respective seats. “Where’s Taehyung?”

Namjoon didn’t say anything, glancing over to you. He was always the observant one. “He’ll be here in a sec, I’m sure.”

“What’s he doing?”

“He’s busy,” Jungkook chimed in, wiggling his eyebrows. “He brought a girl.”

Your mind went blank for a moment. “A girl?”

“Yeah, Nayeon. The hot girl from his Spanish class that he’s been going on about.” Jungkook whistled, a cheesy grin spreading on his face.

You pressed your lips together as you processed the information. Taehyung was alone with the super hot girl he’s been gawking over for like a month now. You knew he wasn’t inexperienced- hell, you weren’t either. You had plenty of nights of trying to forget about Taehyung, distracting yourself with whatever guy happened to give you the attention you desperately craved. You didn’t think he had gone all the way, yet. You thought it was just girls sending him nudes, or maybe the same level you were at. Or perhaps he was more experienced than you initially thought and this was your first time being confronted with it.

Your heart felt as though it were sinking in your chest. You tried not to let the despair show on your face. You took in a deep breath from your nose, making a conscious effort to seem as unfazed as you could. “Lucky him,” is all you said, offering a slight smile on your lips. Inside you felt as though you were crumbling, as dramatic as it was.

“I like your outfit, by the way,” Jungkook complimented, examining your outfit.

Your heart ached at the reminder of what you were so excited about in the first place. “Thanks.” It comes out more quiet than you intended.

“Why don’t you go join the guys on the couch? I can take care of setting up the snacks,” Namjoon said. You were grateful for his suggestion.

You welcomed the distraction as you sat down next to Yoongi, the two of you smooshed together on a sofa chair. He pulled your legs over his as he pulled a drag from the joint. His red eyes meet yours, a comforting grin spreading across his face. “You want a hit?”

“Yes, please,” you say meekly. He brought it up to your lips, letting you suck in a breath. Everyone started preparing for the movie, already turning off the lights. You watched as the end of the joint glowed orange, slowly fading away into black. You held in the smoke filling your lungs as he flicked the ash on a tray.

You coughed and let out the smoke. The feeling of Yoongi’s hand softly rubbing your back soothed you, though, and your coughing stopped. “Good girl,” Yoongi grinned, hand still rubbing your back. You heard the sound of popping in the background, one of the guys going through Roku to find the movie.

You passed the joint around the circle and let yourself melt into the feeling. The feeling of being high as you take hit after hit. The feeling of Yoongi’s warm body against yours. Anything to numb your self of the feeling of knowing that Taehyung was just one room over probably having sex with a girl that wasn’t you.

You tried to rationalize it. It’s his apartment and you’re all adults. He has the right to sleep with whoever he wanted. You weren’t his girlfriend- hell, he didn’t even know you were madly in love with him. You had no right to be as upset as you were.

But you were.

And then it got worse.

Taehyung came out of his room finally, hand in hand with a pretty girl who looks entirely too happy for your mental well-being. He was grinning from ear to ear, looking rather pleased with himself. He sat down on the couch with Nayeon, arm around her shoulders, pulling her in securely. She was pressed against his chest, leaning against his body, a clear sense comfort between the two.

You stare at the TV with a blank, glazed over look. You were decently high now- probably a bit higher than usual. You were trying to focus on the movie and not on her giggling or the whispers your keen ears would pick up on. You didn’t even want to listen to Hoseok’s hilarious commentary. You felt stuck in your head and nothing was helping. Your eyes became glassy as you tried to hold back your tears. You desperately hoped no one would notice. You felt so naked, so vulnerable. Would all of your friends realize that you were in love with Taehyung? That you were crying because he had another girl in his arms? Would she notice? You didn’t want to be one of those girls. The girl best friend who is in love with the boyfriend. You desperately didn’t want to be that type.

What if he noticed? What if you couldn’t hang out with them anymore? What if everything became weird? Clearly he didn’t like you back. He wouldn’t be flaunting some other girl in front of you otherwise if he did. You began overthinking and spiraling in your head, your intrusive thoughts consuming you.

Yoongi noticed. He could see in the glow of the screen the shine in your eyes and your stony expression as you tried your best to keep your composure in public. Without question he got you out of his lap and pulled you out of the dorm and into the hallway. You didn’t protest, trying to ignore the feeling of your friends’ stares as you walked out with him. You simply stared down at his hand enveloping yours, stringing you away form your woes. You didn’t want to think about it.

Yoongi cradled your face in his hands and begins to wipe your tears, which were quickly beginning to fall as soon as you were out of sight from the others. You almost wanted to collapse in his arms and bury yourself in his chest, but at the moment you were feeling quite embarrassed. “Hey, why’re you crying?” Yoongi cooed, smoothing over your hair and being careful not to mess up your makeup. “Did you smoke too much, is that it?”

You sniffle and shake your head, furiously wiping your tears away. “No, it’s not that. I’m just… I’m just stuck in my head about things. I’m sorry, this is so stupid. Can we not talk about it?”

Yoongi doesn’t pry. He’s never been the one to meddle in someone else’s business, anyway. “Okay. What do you need then?”

“I just don’t want to think right now.” You’re still wiping off the tears. Knowing you, you weren’t going to be able to stop immediately. Plus, they’ll be able to tell you were crying. “I don’t think I’m ready to go back there.”

“That’s fine. I’ll just tell them you’re not feeling good. Do you want to take a nap in my bed?” That’s right, Yoongi and the other guys lived just down the hall.

“I’d appreciate that, thank you, Yoongi.” You wiped your nose, sniffling.

He smiled down at you, pulling out his dorm key and leading you down the hall. You’ve seen his room once or twice, and don’t bother examining the room the way you usually would. You felt emotionally drained. Instead, you plopped down on the bed, taking in a deep breath as you tried to calm yourself. Focus on the high. Still, try as you might, the tears still fell.

Yoongi sat down next to you, hand smoothing over your hair. You hummed and closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling. “Is there anything else I can do?”

“This is nice already. I just need a distraction.”

“A distraction?”

“Yeah. I just… I want to feel something else right now.” You opened your eyes, looking up at Yoongi. You held his hand, giving it a slight squeeze. “Thank you, though. You’re too good to me. I really do appreciate this.”

He smiled at that. “I’m not sure if I’m much of a distraction, but I’ll try my best.”

Your fingers intertwined with his, and in that moment, the distance between you two that you weren’t aware of got a bit smaller. You looked at him, his gaze already locking with yours.

You never did find out if that was the night Taehyung really lost his virginity. But it was the night you lost yours.

A million thoughts go through your head. You’re feeling too many emotions. Dread. Betrayal. Confusion. Anger.

What right did you have to be mad at him anyways? What, for talking to Nayeon? Flirting with her? You weren’t his girlfriend. You were closer to a pet of his. That’s what you told him you’d be for him. You didn’t ask him for anything more. This was a situation you put yourself in. So why should you feel upset?

Your eyes flit over to Yoongi’s. He has a solemn expression on his face. One you’re not familiar with. His eyes lock with yours, quickly flitting over to Taehyung and Nayeon. He knows. He didn’t know about your crush on Taehyung back when you two slept together, at least you don’t think. When had he found out? Or was your expression of despair just now what gave you away?

You didn’t want to have that conversation with him, though. Yoongi and you were just friends now. Life was already complicated.

You do what you always do. You run. Mentally, mainly. You down the rest of the liquor, the burn in your throat and warmth in your stomach enveloping you like a comforting hug. You crush the plastic cup in your hand as you walk away. You try to distract yourself- sans Yoongi this time. What better way than disappearing into the crowd? You’d get to be invisible there.

You try to focus on the music, following the beat as you dance. Your eyes flit about the crowd, trying to see someone familiar. Success. Jungkook.

He spots you too, giving you that bunny smile of his as he makes his way to you, wrapping his hand around your waist and pulling you into him. “Hey,” he says, the liquor on his breath wafting in your face. You didn’t mind. Yours probably smelled the same, as unsexy as that was. “Wanna dance with me?”

“Duhhhh,” you laugh, nodding as you let yourself melt in his arms.

Jungkook’s a great dancer. His hips press against yours, hands on your hips as he directs your movements. You purr at the feeling, your mind trailing away to if he were to direct your movements in a different way. You press your ass against him as you dance to the beat, arms up and tangled into his hair behind you. You didn’t think he would mind. He was used to dancing like this. He’s done worse, honestly. The amount of times you saw him practically fuck someone on the dance floor? Too many to count. Besides, he didn’t seem to mind. His lips pressed against your hair, fingers tightening to secure his grip on your hips.

You sigh at the feeling, letting yourself get lost in the music. You stare at the flashing neon lights and the swaying bodies before you. You look down at Jungkook’s large hands on your hips and waist, pressing you securely against him. You don’t want to think of Taehyung or Nayeon or how Taehyung or Nayeon are probably- oh fuck you can see Taehyung.

You suddenly become very aware of the fact you’re pressed against his best friend, and that he would not be too pleased with that. You turn your head to Jungkook, a look of panic on your face. “Jungkook!”

“Hm?” He hums, his tone nonchalant.

Your eyes flit back towards Taehyung’s direction. He sees you, catching your gaze. Your heartbeat speeds up as you see his deathly glare, and soon he’s marching towards you and Jungkook.

“Taehyung’s coming here!”

“Oh, is he?” Jungkook looks up. He smiles when he sees Taehyung. You’re shocked, freezing as you stare up at him with wide eyes. His cocky grin spreads as he sees your frightened expression, one of his hands coming up to reach for your jaw, pressing your back securely against him. You were forced to look forwards, towards Taehyung, who was now just a few feet in front of you. “Time for you to face the consequences, Y/N.”

You gape up at him, shocked. “I-“

“You didn’t really think I didn’t notice, did you?” His breath is hot against your ear, causing goosebumps to spread over your skin. You hoped he didn’t notice what affect this had on you. Perhaps you had a fear or primal kink. “You’re not really that stupid, are you?”

Taehyung’s now in front of you, his menacing glare boring through you. You weren’t used to him staring at you like this, with such anger. You cowered in Jungkook’s grasp, trembling like a leaf. He chuckled in your ear, feeling you gulp against his palm. Taehyungs stares down at you, your face looking so small in Jungkook’s big hand. He leans in on the opposite side, speaking in your other ear to make sure you heard. “Someone’s been a slut today, huh?”

His voice was a harsh growl, laced with anger and promise. You whimper, trying to turn away, but Jungkook’s grip quickly forces you to meet Taehyung’s eyes. “Speak up, Y/N,” Jungkook says, his voice commanding. You felt so meek every time he said your name like this, chills running down your spine.

“I’m sorry.” Your eyes welled a bit with tears as you stared at Taehyung’s harsh glare.

Taehyung lets out a sigh, quickly pulling you back towards him and out of Jungkook’s firm grip. “Thanks for holding on to her for me. I’ll take care of her from here.”

You’re whisked away out of the crowd, up the stairs and in a bathroom. Your eardrums are no doubt thankful for the slight muffling of sound. You try to turn to Taehyung to explain, but he quickly bends you over the sink. You’re forced to look at yourself, your cheeks flushed from the alcohol and embarrassment. Taehyung’s dark gaze isn’t focused on your reflection. He pulls your skirt up and lands a harsh slap against your ass. You let out a harsh cry, not given a break as he pulls up your thong, forcing the fabric to delve deeper into your folds and against your clit. You rise to your toes to make it easier on you, but he only stretches the band, going as high as he could. His gaze was serious, staring at your face as you were further humiliated.

“Wearing these, too? You were begging to be punished tonight,” he snaps, his hand coming down again to spank you. You cry from the pain, tears at the corner of your eyes as he twists the fabric in his hands, intensifying the pain as he rained down blow after blow.

By the time he’s done your ass is glowing, and you feel like you’re on fire. He seems out of breath, too, almost as fucked out as you were. Both of you were taking shallow breaths and were red in the face, the depraved look in his eyes only igniting.

“What happened to my good girl, huh? Now you want to slut yourself out to my friends?” He stops spanking you and grabs your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze in the mirror. You mewl as he drives up the wedgie, keeping you on your toes. You had mascara running down your cheeks already. His fingers go to your covered clit, rubbing you hard, knowing exactly how to touch you. “You want Jungkook’s cock instead of mine, all of the sudden?”

“No!” Your legs shake a bit under his menstruations. “Taehyung, please-“

“Please what?” He finally lets go of your underwear, letting it harshly snap against your skin, making you lurch forward. “You’re in no position to be asking for favors, sweetheart. Not when I see you grinding your ass against my best friend’s dick.”

He yanks down your underwear, sneering at it. “Fucking drenched. Did Jungkook get you this wet?”

“No, I-“

“You what? You just want to be passed around the group, is that it? First Yoongi, then me, now Jungkook? Fuck, I didn’t know you were such a slut. If you were that cock hungry all you had to do was ask. I know Jungkook would love to see what your face would look like taking it up the ass. Told me so himself.”

He rubs your bare clit, watching you crumble in his arms. He holds you up by the neck, applying slight pressure, driving you closer and closer to the edge. Your legs wobble and threaten to give out under you. You feel so weak in his grasp, and you feel your face burn with embarrassment. “Sir- I-“ Your eyes start to roll back, your orgasm already approaching. The fact that his degrading and vile words were turning you on showed how twisted you were, with just him rubbing you managing to get you to the edge.

“Not sir,” he growls in your ear, removing his hand from your throat and gripping your hair, tugging your head back as you whined. His gaze was menacing, locked with yours in the mirror, no sign of mercy in the reflection. “Taehyung. Taehyung is making you cum.”

“Taehyung, Taehyung, Taehy-“ You feel your orgasm wash over you as you collapse against the sink, your eyes rolled back. You try to catch your breath, Taehyung firm behind you as he let you ride it out. You felt lighter than air, like you were in a dream.

Taehyung flips you over to sit your ass down on the sink, standing between your legs to lean in and invade your space. “Kiss me,” he commands.

You oblige, closing your eyes and kissing him, feeling him dominate the kiss as soon as your lips met. You moan against his lips, hearing him unbuckle his belt and pull his pants down. You break off the kiss to see him whip his dick out, giving it a few strokes. He whips out his phone and tugs your hips closer to him. “Lift your dress over your tits for me, baby,” he says huskily. Who were you to deny him?

You lift it up to show your tits. You weren’t wearing a bra due to the design of the dress, which Taehyung seemed to appreciate. “What’re you doing?” you ask.

“Don’t worry, I won’t show your face,” Taehyung says. He puts his dick on your pelvis, letting his hips meet yours. You gaped as you looked down at his dick, the size intimidating to say the least. You hear the shutter of his camera going off. “Need to show Jungkook how deep I’m going to be in you.”

Your thighs instinctively twitched at his words, causing him to grin, putting his phone away. You presume he really did send the photo. Today was already bringing more surprises than you had anticipated. “You like the thought of that? Of him seeing what’s mine? Seeing this fat cock next to your tiny pussy?”

You gasp as he plunges his fingers inside of you, hovering over you as he studies your expression. The sound of his fingers diving inside of you repeatedly fill the room, and you grip onto Taehyung to keep balance. “I just-I saw you with Nayeon and…”

“And what? Baby got jealous?” He kept his fingers inside, instead repeatedly curling them into your g-spot. You bite your lip, moaning as he drove you closer to a second orgasm.

“I just- I got in my head and I’m yours but you’re not mine, y’know?” You pant out the words, one hand grasping his wrist, feeling the tendons and muscle move as he went faster and faster. It felt like he was driving you crazy. “A-And we aren’t dating- and I have no right to-“

“Shut up,” Taehyung says, quickly slapping you across the face before grabbing your jaw and pulling you in for a messy kiss. You unravel, coming a second time as you spammed around his fingers. You melt into the kiss, panting against his mouth as he finally let you pull back for air. “I’m yours too, idiot.”

“You are?” You blurt the words out, elated despite the sting against your cheek.

Taehyung grins, spreading your legs, adjusting you to slap his cock against your folds. “You want your boyfriend’s cock in you?”

You were probably looking at him with heart eyes when he said those words. “Yes, yes, please, give it to me.”

“It’s pretty big, baby, not sure you can handle it. Your cunt’s so tiny,” Taehyung says, sliding against you to get his dick wet. “Don’t want to hurt you.”

“Don’t care, want you inside,” you say, leaning in to kiss him. You hold his face in your hands, the grin on both of your faces refusing to leave. “You’re mine right? Then give me what’s mine.”

“Hmm, if you insist, baby.” He smiles as he kisses you, positioning himself at your entrance before pushing inside. You gasp as he goes in deeper and deeper, until finally his hips are flush against yours. You feel so full, and Taehyung adds to it by pressing his hand against your lower stomach. “Feel how deep I am?” he purrs in your ear.

His hips pull back, starting off with shallow thrusts. The pace increases, and you’re moaning every time he reaches a particularly deep spot inside of you that has you curling your toes. “Fuck, such a good slut. I’ve been wanting to ruin you since the moment I saw you,” Taehyung grunts, his moans sounding absolutely delicious in your ear. “Wanted to wreck this little pussy. Was so scared I would be too much for you- but you’re a bigger freak than I am.”

His thrusts get deeper, pulling back more. Your tits bounce from his rough thrusts, and you’re left gripping whatever surface you can for balance. “Taehyung, Taehyung please-“

“Please what, baby?” Taehyung questions, pulling back to look at you properly.

“Want to do everything with you. Anything you want. Want to do it all,” you say, feeling the familiar knot in your stomach.

“Mm, my girlfriend’s a little slut,” Taehyung smiles, slapping your clit, seeing your hips buck in response. “Into such nasty shit. Wants her boyfriend to do nasty things to her so she can cum.”

“Please let me cum,” you beg, bitting your lip as you feel your senses overwhelm you. His fingers persist, tag teaming you as his cock bullies your g-spot relentlessly. “Taehyung, Taehyung, Taehyung-“

“Fuck, cum on my cock then, slutty girl.”

You do so, a squeal escaping you as fluid splashes onto Taehyung’s lower abdomen. Your legs shook uncontrollably as you moan. Taehyung crashes his lips against yours, moaning in your mouth as he feels you squirt on him. “Fuck,” he grunts into your mouth, pulling out to jack off on your stomach. You’re both left panting, foreheads pressed together as you try to gather your breath.

He leans in, giving you soft kisses that break off into pecks. He’s so tender with you, such a difference compared to his demeanor before. “I’ll clean you up.”

He grabs a nearby towel and wipes the cum off of both of you. You stare up at him, trying to process that all of this was real. “You really mean it? That you’ll be my boyfriend?”

Taehyung chuckles a bit at that. “I was actually going to ask you tonight after the party, officially. Honestly I already considered you my girlfriend the moment you told me how you felt.”

You’re so happy to hear his words, your heart fluttering. “You mean that?”

“Yeah,” he snickered. “I’m sorry you had to see me with Nayeon like that. We were just catching up. She’s got a boyfriend now anyways.”

“I’m not worried about her anymore,” you confirm. “I trust you.”

“You’re gonna have to trust me with all the shit I’m planning to do with you. I did say I wanted to ruin you.” He dives his thumb in your mouth, sucking in a breath when you immediately suck on it. Obedient and ready. “Shit, I’m getting hard again. Wanna have round two back at my place?”

You bite your lip at the prospect, thighs clenching together as you nod.

What can you say? You’re so whipped for your boyfriend.

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